A/N: might be my longest imagine now.

Your POV
I was walking through the dark streets of Gotham. I know I'm not supposed to but after a bad break up, I'm too drunk off rage to care. That motherfucker dumped me because he was afraid his parents wouldn't like me?! He was shit in bed anyway.

"You don't mean that," I whisper to myself. I was just so angry that I wanted to hate him. But then again, I kind of did mean it. He was always so gentle with me, it was like dating a really elderly man. Ew, forget I said that. My brain rants on and on when I bump into a tall guy. "Sorry," I mumble when I notice he's got a gun pointed at someone.

"No problem, doll. You're just in time for the party". He turns and a pair of clear blue eyes met mine. He seemed to falter for a moment before reaching a hand out and touching my face, shooting the person at the same time. The blood splattered everywhere, on my clothes, on him and I even felt the warm substance on my lips. I stagger back, and feel myself faint, when a pair of arms reach around me. Please let me wake up alive.

---the next morning---

When I open my eyes, I find that I'm completely unharmed, even touching around myself to double check I'm even here. My surroundings are unfamiliar and when I look out the window, there seems to be nothing but sky. The door opens and I run back into the bed.

"I'm Joker. You can call me daddy J or J or Joker or Puddin or Harriet. I really could give a fuck". I flinch at his curse word. I've never really been around a stranger that's cursed so openly before. He slumps onto a chair across the bed and looks over my body.

"What do you want?" I mumble and he smiles.

"Normally, I kill all witnesses. They just get in the way, you know?" He slides his fingers across the table, giving me shivers for some weird reason. "But when I saw ya, pumpkin... I wanted you right away. It's a shame you fainted. We woulda had a real pleasant talk". I back up into the bed corner as he leans forward in his seat a little.

"Please let me go, Joker". He looks annoyed and leans back.

"I thought you and I could have had some real good fun. Don't look at me like that," he groans and closes his eyes.

"I like the fear and I'm going to have so much more fun with you the longer you keep this up. It's worse for you to be afraid of me, really". He gets up and grips my legs to pull me towards him as I let out a scream. "Shut the fuck up..." He waits for me to tell him my name. "You're not gonna talk? That's fine, I like dehumanizing my toys". He pulls me onto his lap next and I'm too terrified to move. He was so aggressive. "You're gonna be a very fun toy, baby girl". My eyes tear up and he pushes me off of him, leaving the room.

A couple of men walk into the room when he leaves and they toss me over their shoulder, despite my somewhat violent protests. "Chill out hot stuff," one guys snarls and slaps my ass, thinking that would shush me.

"Watch it," I hear this Joker guy growl at him as I'm taken to a dark room. I was going to die at the hands of some sex and violence crazed psycho. Definitely didn't want that in my obituary, but then again that would probably look good to colleges- I was unique. I start to cry when they strap me to the table.

"Please. Don't do this. I have money, I work two jobs, please. Fuck!" I scream out, frustrated with these goddam goons.

I see Joker walk into the room and he touches my hip, trying to look in my eyes. "Did I make you cry, doll? Oh I'm so sorry," he whimpers sarcastically close to my ear.

"Get off of me you clown freak". That seemed to piss him off and he lightly slaps my face. I give up, my head hurts and I'm riddled with fear. I was going to die right here and now in the most painful way imaginable.

He breaks out in a smile again. "I like you. You know how to have FUN. You want me to get rough with you, don't you?" He teases and turns the table so I'm upright.

"You're sick," I mumble and watch him with heavy and teary eyes as his fingers hover over different knives.

"I am rather, aren't I, darlin?" He unbuttons his shirt slowly before me and I can't help but look at his body as he does. "This is going to be jolly good fun". He picks up a taser and holds it up to my neck. "What do you think would happen if I taser you here? Or here?" He asks and moves it by my left breast, right where my heart is.

"I d-don't know, Joker".

"Let's find out...." My face sweats and I can feel my palms start to bleed from pressing into them with my nails.

"WAIT- fuck you. Kiss me". He looks surprised and puts down the taser.

"Pardon, pumpkin?"

"I said fuck you. Kiss me". He pulls my chin up with his hand and lightly places his lips on mine before getting rough. I have to admit it, I kind of liked it. Then I remember why I told him to kiss me. Before he pulls away for air, I bite his lip, hard. He stumbles back, blood dripping from his mouth and no doubt his blood on mine. I'm surprised and slightly grossed out when he comes back over to me and shoves his tongue down my throat, kissing me again.

"Smart, stupid girl... I like you so fucking much. But you should not have done that. Bring Dez in here!" A door wings open and a huge man walks in, a sickly smile playing on his lips.

"We got a problem here, Jokah?" Joker holds Dez's shoulders and formally introduces us, although I'm barely able to stay awake now.

"Listen up pretty girl-"

"It's Y/N," I spit out and he smiles, looking demented with the blood pouring from his lip.

"Y/N. We use this angry, angry man for the worst of your people. He brings them close to near death and drags them away from the light by the ass." I gulp loudly and Joker caresses my face even when I roll my head to face the other way. "Have fun then". He pats Dez on the shoulder and closes the door.

---seven hours of torture later---

I've never experienced so much pain in my life. I was twisted, punched, choked, stabbed, shot once, electrocuted, and partially drowned. I hoped that I had passed out but Ralph would throw buckets of boiled water on me every time I would nod off. Eventually, the goons from before came in to retrieve me.

I almost hugged them when they undid the straps but I could only in my mind. I couldn't move any parts of my body. I'd been broken, completely.

They brought me to a bedroom with purple curtains and a green king sized bed. Joker was standing by a window, facing the clouds. When he turned around to face us he looked momentarily terrified. "He actually did it," he mumbles and circles me, while the henchmen hold me up. "I thought he would chicken out a leave you with a black eye for the past several hours". He touches my face and I jerk away with all the strength I have left. "Have to throw her in the pit. We can't put her anywhere else in this condition". I'm brought to the roof of the building and there is a tiny cottage, partially underground. They bring me in and toss me on the bed, slamming the door on the way out. Darkness closes around my eyes, like a beautiful vignette photo.

---next morning---

I hear loud voices but it hurts to open my eyes which have congealed blood practically gluing them shut.

"I was out of hand last night again. You idiots have to try to control me if that ever happens in the future". It's Joker's voice. "Let's just thank the heathens that she's not dead. I really messed up".

"S'alright boss. We found a new live-in doctor to help her out," one goon says.

"Good, good". When I open my eyes, I see Joker crouched on the roof, his hand rested on the framing. He is wiping a hand across his mouth as he talks with his henchmen, appearing to be worried. "She's awake". They disappear from view and I struggle to sit up. The door opens and my head pounds from the beat down I had yesterday. Joker walks towards me slowly, just wearing a red shirt, holster and some slacks.

"Get. The. Hell. Away. From. Me," I struggle to get out and he takes two guns out of his holster, only to place them on the table in the room.

"It's okay. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm sorry, Y/N". He picks me up bridal style and I melt into his embrace, everything hurt too much to move. "I'm going to take care of you until your good like me".

"You're not good," I grumble. He chuckles at my comment.

"Good point. How about, until you're not as dead as me?" He carries me all the way to a wheelchair and dances as he pushes me around. This guy was mental, and I kind of liked it. I hated him for what he let happen to me last night though and as soon as I got the chance, I would ditch. A male doctor helps him lift me to the table. I couldn't help but notice the sadness and worry in Joker's eyes as he watched the doctor point out all the injuries i'd obtained.

"I won't let anyone treat you this badly again, my toy," he whispers into my hair, helping me limp to his room. I was to stay there so that he would be available in case I needed medical help at night.

"I promise you, Y/N".