Surprises (JokerxReader) Part 1/2

The stripper in red looked at you with cold, hard eyes. You sat down in front of her, taking notice that her hands were tied up behind her. She rolled her eyes at you while you continued to smile at her as you pulled at random paperwork. On the other side of the one way wall, the rest of the police men should be listening and watching the whole interrogation. It was the first time they had caught her. When they do, she managed to escape. But this time it wasn't going to be so easy for her. 

"Where did this....(Name), come from again?" Gordon asked on the other side of the wall.

"I think she was called in here from the big guys down at city hall...said something about how she specialized in things like this," A random officer from behind answered him. 

He merely nodded, accepting the answer. He watched as your pretty (e/c) stared into Harley's that were almost pitch black. Harley of course was not happy to be here. She wanted to break out as soon as possible.

"So tell me, Miss Quinn—or should I call you Mrs. Joker?" You grinned, trying your hardest to contain your laughter. You loved to tease the crap out of her.

Her jaw tightened and through clenched teeth she said, "No. Harley is just fine."

"Harley it is then," You giggled. "The names, (Name) by the way. Now let's get down into business. Care to explain the stunt that you and the Joker pulled by city hall?" The cheerful vibe that you once displayed was now gone. Your lips were set firm and tight, your eyes piercing into her's. 

Her lips quirked up in a grin. "We were just having some fun, that's all."

"You managed to kill five innocent bystanders as well as injure three important politicians," You sneered, leaning over the table slightly to try and intimidate her. 

She was unfazed. Instead she got even more annoyed with you. She too leaned over the table and with a growl said, "Trust me I know. And I wish the numbers could have been higher."

"Really now?"

You suddenly got up from the table and walked towards the only door in the room. You grabbed a nearby chair and placed it behind the door to make sure that nobody could enter. You even smashed another chair in the room and used the broken leg to loop it through the door handle to make it more secure. Harley got up from her seat, her back facing you. You walked towards her, your heels clicking against the concrete.

"What's going on....?" Gordon asked bewildered. "Where....where did you find this woman?" He spun around to face everyone, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Somebody! ANSWER ME!" 

The officer from before stepped up to Gordon, his hat covering his face. "I can sir."

"Well out with it then!" 

"Arkham's Asylum's best escapee," He grinned before knocking Gordon out with the butt of his pistol. The other officers in the room went to point the gun at this strange man whom, they just realized, had no idea who he was either. He dove to the ground quickly, releasing a smoke bomb that rose to the air. It knocked everyone out within seconds. When he rose to his feet, he had a huge gas mask on that covered most of his face and then watched as you undid Harley's cuffs. 

Once they were off, Harley went rummaging through her pockets, infuriated to find that all of the explosives she had made had been confiscated. 

"Oh relax," You scoffed. "You can make some toys later. Right now we have to get you out of here."

You started to take off the suit that you were wearing. You took off your dress shirt, pants, jacket and shoes to reveal the outfit you had underneath. You wore a tight black and (f/c) colored corset that showed off your chest in an obvious but classy way. The leather shorts that you wore were skin tight but also helped you be flexible. You took off the wig that you had been wearing to reveal your (f/c) colored hair that you had of course dyed to match the colors of your outfit. Once that was all done, you took out your black eye mask and put it on to conceal your identity. Seemed that your identity was already out though. Hopefully Chuckles had taken out all the security camera's. 

Chuckles smashed the window-wall as a way for the two of you to exit with a bang. He passed you a suit case and inside were your precious black, laced up combat boots. You put them on quickly, Harley already gathering all of her toys. You turned on your heel once, cracking out your trusty whip that you used on everything and everyone. Harley was busy setting some bombs by a brick wall while Chuckles stood guard. Once Harley was done, the three of you dove behind a metal table, using Chuckles mostly as a human shield. The wall exploded into a million tiny pieces and was now your new door way out of here. Harley ran for it as well as Chuckles while you stayed behind to make sure that every cop was still knocked out. When you were done Chuckles had pulled up the van and Harley was yelling at you to get inside. 

You took one step inside and then you were suddenly yanked inside by none other than the Joker.

"What took you so long dollface," He grinned sarcastically. "Busy putting your makeup on? Here let me help you."

He put his hand his face and slathered on the makeup that had rubbed off on your cheek. He painted a smile on your cheek, despite how much you threw insults and threats at him. He leaned back to admire his "work" and smiled brighter than ever before.

"Perfect! Chuckles!" He barked. "Can you drive any slower? My grandmother can drive faster!"

You and Harley exchanged bewildered expressions. One because you were sure that Chuckles had indeed hit a grandmother while speeding through the streets and second of all, the man was driving like a maniac. You could even hear the police sirens from down the streets coming to chase after you guys. You sighed, not understanding the Joker in the slightest but loving it at the same time. He always surprised you and you loved it. It kept things in your life exciting after all. What girl wouldn't want to hang out with Gotham's bad boy? A sane girl that's who.

"Hold on tight kiddies!" Chuckles yelled as he slammed his foot on the pedal. 

You practically flew to the back of the van, the Joker alongside you. Harley was in the front seat so she was sort of safe. Sadly for you, you had literally flew out of the van. The flimsy doors burst open and you rolled onto the road, luckily not in front of a car. You groaned, feeling someone land on top of you in hard thud. You looked up to see that it was the Joker who was groaning in pain as well.

"Well that was fun," He mumbled. "Get up, (Name). You don't want to get caught do you?"

He got off of you and yanked you up by the elbow. Your body hurt all over and you had bruises developing up your arms and legs as well as deep scratch marks from the rubble on the road. Still you hissed through the pain and looked around to see where you were. Not that many people nearby and those who did you see or the Joker, ran away in fear so now the street was virtually empty. The sound of sirens kept getting closer so you pulled the Joker to the nearest abandoned building. 

He kicked down the door to some old ratty apartment that had nothing but a living room with a flat mattress and a kitchen and one bathroom. The Joker of course lied down on the mattress, feeling at home. He patted the spot next to him.

"Come keep me company dollface," He grinned. You sighed but walked over to the mattress and sat down next to him. Your bones still ached but the last thing you would do is bitch about it. "Well this is nice."