After laying in bed for about four sleepless hours, your phone's alarm for 8:00 AM blared, jarring you out of your thoughts. You let out a big breath of air, the sudden noise scaring you more than you'd like to admit.

You took the phone and stopped the alarm, sitting up in bed with a groan. Your stomach felt weird, but it was a sensation you had felt before. For some reason, whenever you had had a poor night's sleep, you woke up with this sickly sensation in your stomach. It wouldn't necessarily hurt, but it almost made you feel nauseous. The feeling would crawl up your body and settle in your head, too, leading to a very miserable day. The only cure was to go back to sleep. But, since you hadn't showered the previous night, you needed to do that instead.

   So, you stood up, stretching. Your back popped a little, causing you to groan again. This would be your first full day living with the Joker, and you could not be more excited yet nervous to begin your journey with him.

   You walked into the bathroom, taking off your satin pajamas and letting them fall to the floor. You pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the hot water, not even bothering to fiddle with the cold. To you, a shower wasn't a shower until your skin was practically falling off from the heat.

   You reached a hand into the shower to assess the temperature, and you flinched back. This hot water was hot. But, you slipped in anyway; the hotter the better.

   As you indulged in all of Joker's expensive shampoos and soaps, you started to feel more awake. Still sick, but awake. And that was good, since you needed to pay attention for this meeting. You hadn't the foggiest idea of what would be discussed, but you knew that it was important. Otherwise, why would there be a meeting in the first place? You didn't want to doze off when hearing about top secret mission plans.

   Oh, boy, you could only imagine what would happen if you had done that. You knew if you had accidentally dozed off in a setting like that, your doze would literally last forever. Joker would probably kill you if you had shown that type of disrespect.

   Well, maybe not, given how he had so adamantly defended your honor the night before. It was flattering, really, despite the discomfort that came along with knowing that you had caused the death of one of his men. It wasn't disquieting because you valued Dennis' life; it was disquieting because you couldn't figure out why Joker was fixated on you, and what that fixation would result in.

   After you finished showering, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a white, fluffy towel. It was softer than any you had felt before, and you sighed a little at the luxury of it all. You stood in front of the mirror, knotting the towel by your breast so that it would stay up on its own.

   You assessed your reflection then. You looked very tired, which was an accurate depiction of how you were feeling. But, your skin was glowy and smooth, and a quick touch to your hair confirmed that it was softer than it had ever been. Joker's expensive products were definitely going to be your best friends.

   You began to brush your teeth, eyes absentmindedly roaming over the new you. You could definitely get used to this (Y/N).

   After brushing your teeth, you walked back to the bedroom, opening the closet. You hadn't really done an in-depth survey of it the night prior due to all of the excitement. So, you were excited to root around for some cute outfits.

   But, as you began your rooting, you found that there weren't very many casual clothes here. All there was were slinky dresses and bodysuits. Those were definitely suited to your desired vibe for missions or a night out, but for a day lounging around the house? These outfits would be less than comfortable for that occasion. But, you knew that you were fortunate to get here, so you couldn't pick and choose. If you had to sacrifice your comfort when laying on the couch, you'd do it happily.

   You grabbed a sleek, red dress from the closet. You held it up to you, hoping that it would fit due to how gorgeous it was. Just based off that, it looked like it would.

   You dropped your towel to the floor and began to squeeze into the dress. It was a little snug, but it fit you pretty nicely; nicely enough to get it zipped without having to awkwardly call for assistance.

   As you studied yourself in the mirror, you realized that you looked like one of Joker's chosen few. You had been one since last night, but now, you were starting to look like it. You were the epitome of sexy elegance, and that's exactly what a woman of the Joker should be. The dress hugged your frame tightly, and a slit exposed your right thigh. The neckline of the dress dipped low, but not too low. Everything was perfect.

   You couldn't help but smile.

   You realized that you needed to do something with your hair, so you walked into the bathroom, in search of anything you could use to style your hair. You found a curling iron and a brush resting on the sink, so you got to work adding pretty waves to your hair.

   Once that was done, you searched for some makeup. No such luck, though. You figured that was all right, though; Joker could only do so much as a man. And so far, he had satisfied your womanly needs perfectly. You could forgive this lapse, and maybe even politely request for it to be corrected at a later date.

   Not now, though. Not while you were still new.

   Striding back into the bedroom, you checked the time on your phone:

   9:30.

   You looked around the room, unsure of what to do with yourself for the next hour and a half.

   Then, as if on cue, your door opened.

   Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden action, but the fact that it was only Joker made it calm down a little. Of course, he still intimidated you, but he was making you feel comfortable enough thus far that you would rather it be him than anyone else. The irony in that statement was not lost on you; how on earth was the fucking Joker the one that made you feel the most safe?

"J," you said breathily, still a little shaken up from his sudden entrance. "You ever heard of knocking? I could've been naked."

Joker grinned cheekily. "And that's a bad thing...why?"

He then seemed to do a double take. His eyes roamed over your form, clad in one of his dresses. You felt a little self-conscious under his gaze, so you crossed your arms, a futile attempt to hide your cleavage.

Noticing the act, Joker grinned a little wider. "Don't cover up, doll. You look stunning."

There was that word again. That same word he used last night, and that same word that had made you blush profusely the last time he had uttered it. And here you were, red as a tomato once again.

"Thanks," you managed to spit out. With an awkward giggle, you asked, "So, what brings you to my room completely unannounced?"

"Well, I was wondering if we could chat for a minute. We have something...important to discuss."

You had a bad feeling about this already. You looked at him, your worry evident on your expression as you swallowed thickly. You hadn't really been alone with Joker much, and the notion was incredibly intimidating. "Am I in trouble?" you asked quietly.

"Well... I wouldn't go as far as saying you're in trouble. However, I'm definitely a bit annoyed with you."

Shit. What had you done?

Wait a minute... He didn't know about last night, did he? How could he? You made sure not to make a single noise. There was no way...

Joker approached your bed, sitting down on it after. He ran his hand along the soft sheets before patting them gently, a signal for you to sit down.

Given the fact that he was already annoyed with you, you obeyed his request without question. Your heart was racing. He wouldn't kill you for this, would he? If he were going to, he would have already, right? Joker wasn't much for explaining why he was going to kill somebody. He kind of just did it. You hoped and prayed this was a good sign for your survival.

He looked at you, blue eyes piercing. "I know everything," he said lowly.

You knew damn well what everything meant. But, still, your first instinct was to play dumb. You tilted your head to the side and asked in a quivering voice, "What do you mean?"

He didn't buy into your faux stupidity, of course. He chuckled. "I know that you snuck your pretty little self out of your room last night, and that you were eavesdropping on my private meeting."

Your throat felt like it shrunk to the size of a pinhole. You knew he knew, but hearing him detail exactly what you had done aloud made you feel incredibly guilty, and incredibly scared. "How did you know?" you asked quietly, not even bothering to deny it. If you lied now, you'd be even more screwed.

"We have cameras all over the place, sweetheart. You don't think that my security staff would tell me if there was an...unauthorized party observing my meeting?"

As he said that, you realized how dumb you were to even think that you may be able to pull one over on Joker. You don't get to be Gotham's most notorious criminal without knowing your way around surveillance.

"Well, I'm very sorry," you squeaked. "I-I just..."

You trailed off, looking away. You knew that whatever excuse you had, it wouldn't make the situation any better.

Still, Joker couldn't let an unfinished sentence lie. "You just what, dollface? Come on, spit it out."

As if to encourage you to talk, he grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him. Your heart practically dropped to your ass at the contact; you didn't know whether to fear for your life or enjoy his touch.

You figured you'd tell the truth. "I heard my name being mentioned, and my curiosity got the best of me. I'm really sorry, sir, it won't happen again."

Joker studied your expression, searching for evidence that you were telling the truth. He must've found something satisfactory, for he released your chin. "Okay. Let me make one thing clear."

He leaned in so he was whispering in your ear. "You will respect my privacy from this point forward. If you hear things being discussed in the assembly room, walk away. If you were not invited to the meeting, just assume that was for a reason."

"Okay, I understand," you whispered back, feeling your forehead start to perspire. "I'm sorry I even eavesdropped in the first place. I know I'm the low man on the totem pole here, and some things just aren't my place to hear."

The apology seemed to please him, for he chuckled lowly in your ear, causing you to involuntarily shiver. "Good girl."

He stood up, looking at your quaking form on the bed. He seemed to be almost aroused by your helplessness; he licked his lips and let his eyes roam over you once more. "You're lucky you're fun to play with. Otherwise..."

He didn't have to finish his sentence for the message to sink in. You nodded. "I know I'm lucky. Thank you for sparing me, sir. I won't let you down again."

"If you do, you know what'll happen." He bent down and cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I don't think I'm that difficult to figure out, puddin'. Just be good. That's all there is to it. You owe me that if I'm taking a chance on you and your...lackluster resume."

You felt yourself lean into his hand, almost bewitched by him. You knew that his seduction was a part of his danger, but you couldn't help but fall into his trap. "Yes, sir."

He patted your cheek, straightening up and fixing the collar of his purple jacket. "Now that that's out of the way, I believe I have a meeting to prepare for. I expect to see you there."

You nodded as he turned to leave. But, before he did, he said, "I just know that little head of yours is reeling with what you heard last night, isn't it? Well, let me clear things up for you. Let's have you hear it from the horse's mouth."

   He approached you again, grabbing your hands and pulling you up to a standing position.

   "I think you're a beautiful little thing," he breathed, "and I think that you're gonna make my life ten times more fun. And, as much as I hate the guy, Dennis was right. I would like you to behave in every. Way. Possible. But, as much as he wanted to, he couldn't have you, could he, (Y/N)? No, because I wouldn't let him. You're my doll. And I will not let some lowlife get in the way of your loyalties to me."

He watched your face turn red, and, with a hearty cackle, walked out, shutting the door behind him.

   He was playing you like a fiddle, and he knew it.