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[jessesgirl-fornow]

Masked ~ Chapter 3 (JokerxReader)

I laid on the floor. A puddle of my own tears and blood formed around me as I kept replaying the actions of tonight. What was I going to do? Where was I going to go?

Vance walked into his office, slamming the door shut. I lift my whole body up, cringing at the pain from my torso. I make my way up to our bedroom and start right into the closet. I pack everything that I can carry, but nothing Vance bought me. I'll leave that shit for him to deal with. I got to my nightstand and grab all of my important papers and postcards from my mom.

My mom.

Vance paid for her to travel everywhere and what is she going to do now? She is stuck in a foreign country with barely any money and no way to get home. I grab my phone off the stand and open my messages. I shoot my mom a text telling her everything that happened. I know that calling is going to be super expensive on both of our parts so I just wait for a text back. I go into the bathroom and pack all of my makeup and hair stuff.

By now I have everything packed and ready to go. I'm not about to let an abusive man run my life. He doesn't get to do that to someone and not pay for the consequences.

Mom: Baby everything will be alright. You still have the key to my old apartment. Stay there as long as you need. I'll be home in a week or two. Still have some money saved and I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. Stay safe. Love you xoxo

I forgot about going to her apartment. I walk down the stairs with everything in hand and walk to Grayson now sitting on the living room couch.

“Give me your keys. Now.” I give him the look of, if you don't give me those right now I will make your face look as bad as mine does. He reaches his hand into his pocket and tosses the key ring to me.

“My car doesn't have a tracker in it. Get somewhere safe and don't mention to anyone I gave you the keys.” I nod my head and head for the door. Freedom was ringing throughout my whole body. I was leaving this house on my own. I haven't had this in a long time. Vance had me cooped up, afraid something was going to happen to me. Guess this was the opposite of what he had in mind. I head to Grayson’s black SUV and put all my stuff in the back. I get in the front seat and turn the car on. I haven't driven a car in a while so this might take some getting used to. I step on the gas and I knew that leaving was in my blood.

Adrenaline was running through my veins and I knew I had to do something crazy and wild. Something like this wasn't going to get to me. He can't ruin something that is already broken.

I need to go out tonight. I’ve never felt anything compared to dancing in that cage at J’s club. It was something that I wanted to experience again. I had to go back to his club. I wanted to see who this man was. He seemed so mysterious when Vance talked about him.

I finished driving to my mom’s house. This was my time to evaluate my life. How dare he think he can lay a hand on a person who gave him undying love? He will soon realize that he made a mistake, a big one. When I stopped in front of her apartment, there was already an envelope taped to the door. The first letter of my name was written on the front. I opened it up before I got in the house.

Y/N,

You know I didn’t mean to do that. I’m letting you stay here for a couple of days, but I’ll be coming back to get you. I won’t come to you, I won’t text or call, or track your phone. You need a couple of days to recoup, and so do I. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. You never deserved that, but you know how I get.

-Vance

I crumpled the letter up and threw it on the ground outside of the apartment. I needed to find a new place that he didn’t know of that way I don’t have to deal with his bullshit anymore. I unlock the door and make my way through the familiar apartment. I put my suitcase on the bed and sit next to it. I lay down and just sit in silence. I haven’t had one moment of pure tranquility since the day before, and even then I always stood on my tiptoes. Vance was a ticking time bomb, I knew this was coming. I just didn’t think he would lay a hand on me. I curl up under the blankets and start to cry. I cry and cry, letting the tears fall from my face, not even attempting to catch them, knowing there is another one streaking my face. I start thinking about everything that Vance has done good for me. I started thinking about the man that was hidden behind the dark shell that encased the bright soul he only shared with me. He never wore a smile unless I was around. I thought I saw every part of Vance, but I guess not.

It was starting to get really late, and I knew that if I was going out it had to be right now. I lift my sulking body out of the bed and get my makeup done. Covering the dark bruises forming and the cuts on my lips. I do my hair and start to take apart my suitcase looking for a dress. Nothing of mine was ever scandalous enough. I decide to look through my mom’s closet, knowing I probably won’t find anything since she took most of her clothes with her. Among plenty of boxes that stacked along the walls, there hung a single white dress. It was plain white, with a deep V cutting down the front, and curves that hugged the waist. I yank it from the hanger and put it on. It fit like a glove, and looked absolutely amazing. I take a picture in the mirror and send it to my mom.

Mom: I knew you would find that. Have fun tonight ;)

I slip on a pair or black heels and take a second look in the mirror. Vance would have never let me go out like this. He would have never approved of the dress. It was my time to live, and I looked good as hell to do it.

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J’s club was packed, but I knew how to get in. I walk up to the bouncer at the door and he puts his arm out before I could get in the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He speaks to me in his low voice.

“I’m meeting Vance, he said he would meet me here.” I say with confidence. I read somewhere that if you look like you know what you are doing, anyone will believe you. He looked me up and down again, and removed his arm. I knew I was sneaky.

I walk through the crowds of people. His club was always so busy, maybe it was because that is where the coolest people hung out, maybe it was because of him. I go to the bar and order a drink. The same bartender that Vance scared was there. As soon as he saw me he tensed up, probably hoping he wouldn’t be killed. I gave him a smile and he returned one, still scared of the shadow that once lurked around me. I was ready to get this night started. I took some shots with some paying guys and walked my way to the dancer’s room.

All of the girls greeted me like I was an old friend. They knew exactly what I needed and set me up. They already loved my dress so they fixed up my makeup and hair, and sent me to a cage. This one was up on the stage. EVERYONE was watching. As soon as I got in, the whites of their eyes were all I could see. So many people couldn’t take their eyes off of me. Swaying my hips to the music, I get lost in myself. I start thinking of the times Vance told me to change before we left the house because he didn’t like my dress. I started listening more and more to the music. I grab the pole in the middle of my cage and slide down it. I hear a few more cheers and I was unstoppable.

A few hours into the night, more and more people come into the club. It gets so packed you can’t even move an inch between people. Nobody was complaining, as everyone was on something. Popping pills, taking gulps of their drinks, and snorting or smoking something they found in somebody’s pocket. It was intoxicating, living on the edge. I never got to with Vance. I was always safe, never aloud to try anything new or get wild.

Just then the music got quiet and a bouncer had appeared on stage between my cage the one right next to mine. He grabbed a mic and screamed across the crowd, but no use. I climb out of my cage and walk up to him. Panic was smeared across his face, along with blood and sweat.

“Is there anything I could do?” I ask him, hoping I could solve the problem he was having.

He grabbed my arm and led me off of the stage. We walked up the stairs side by side and the gold VIP letters illuminated above our heads. I knew exactly where I was heading. Was I going to see Vance? This is where he usually snuck off to when he had “business”. I was heavily anticipating what was waiting for me at the top of the stairs.

An elevator. Boy was I let down. I thought there was going to be some cool guy that was like missing an eye and shit like that. Vance always made it sound more serious than it is. The bouncer man pushed me into the elevator and looked deeply terrified. Should I be too?

“Um, excuse me?”

No answer.

“Can you tell me what is going on? I mean you can’t really just take people.” He looks down at me and just shakes his head. The door opens and there are endless poker tables. Men smoking cigars, drinking dark colored liquor, and it reeked of cheap perfume. Girls with barely anything on waddled around, balancing trays on their hands, receiving smacks to the ass everytime they walked by. The bouncer placed his hand on my lower back and guided me through the crowd. Heads turned left and right, getting a look at me. We stopped in front of two large french doors. Gorgeous, deep purple doors. Shivers ran up my spine. I didn’t have a good feeling about this. I tried to turn and make a run for it, but it was too late. The doors had already swung right open and that’s when I saw him.

Blood running down the side of his pale face. His bright green hair stuck out like a sore thumb, but god was it sexy. He was sitting in a big chair, at a big desk. He held a white cloth that was stained red up the the top of this forehead. Two men lying on the ground lay motionless. Pools of red encircled their bodies, and I knew nothing good could come of this. The bouncer pushes me up into the middle of the big room.

“I didn’t know who to grab Boss. She was the only one that could hear me and I panicked.” The bouncer’s hands began to shake. I’ve never seen a man his size look to the point of tears. The green haired man sitting in the chair opened his eyes and stared right at me. They traveled all over my body, but his looks were different from the rest. They were deep, and mysterious. Like the doors of this office. A smile slowly crept across his face. He flicked his hand in the air, and the bouncer left. I’ve never seen a person move so quick. The doors shut loudly and I knew we were alone.

“Come look at this for me dollface. I seem to have gotten… distracted. Since no one in this club gives a damn, you will have to do.” He gives me a wicked grin. I walk up to his desk. I really need my confidence to kick in. I start to walk with a bounce in my step. I want him to know he can’t do anything to me. I’m not a piece of meat, even though he was staring me down like it. I walk to the side of his desk and his hand grabs my arm and pulls me on top of his lap.

“Can you get a better view?” He laughed a wicked laugh. I’ve never been so aroused, but the thought of touching his was pushed to the back of my mind. I start looking through the sea of bright green hair. Some of it was doused in red. I touch what I think is the wound and he doesn’t flinch. Was he crazy?

“Where does it hurt?”

“Oh it doesn’t, I just need someone to stop the bleeding.” He hands reach to my hips. Gripping on for dear life and oh lord, did I want to touch him. I kept my composure and continued searching for a cut. I cleaned up most of the blood from his head, but he wouldn’t tell me where it hurt, so I couldn’t fix anything. I felt a warm sensation from just above my bellybutton to the spot between my boobs. I look down to see his tongue getting some dirty work done. I jump up from his lap and fix my dress.

I begin to talk to walk out of his office and got so frustrated by the men that surrounded me. “I expected you to be much more gentleman like. You can finish cleaning up your own wound.” With this, he jumped out of his chair and stopped me right in my tracks. The tattoos that covered his body were more visible and the purple suit jacket he had on fit to every muscle on his arms and back.

“I don’t think you know who you are talking to. The Joker gets what the Joker wants, and Dollface, I’m feeling you.”

[jessesgirl-fornow]

Masked ~ Chapter 2 (Joker x Reader)

My eyes open to bright sunshine streaming in through the window of Vance and I’s room. I don't remember getting into the house, nor do I remember most of the car ride home. Vance was pretty furious last night when he pulled me out of the cage and into the car. I get and notice that the purple and gold dress no longer on me, but a pair of pajama shorts and a silky tank top. Obviously he didn't like my dress, but I did. I hope he kept it.

I pull myself up and over the side of the bed, taking full responsibility for the one too many drinks I had last night. Hangovers are the worst and this morning was no exception. I once again wrapped our comforter around my body, just because our house was like -57282 degrees this morning. I make my way down the stairs and about trip over the blanket. Luckily, our house is way too big and like no one lives here. Plus it was a Saturday night and all of the guards who usually stay with us were out partying the night before and they stay over at some random girl’s house.

I sneak into the kitchen in case Vance might be there so I can scare the shit out of him, but he wasn't. The kitchen was dead silent. So was the rest of the house. Where is everyone? I grab a glass of Orange Juice and I hear my phone go off upstairs. I walk back up my previous route without tripping and look at my phone.

Vance: Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone.

text back: Where the fuck are you?

Vance: Business.

I hate when he says “business”. He is so fucking shady when he says shit like that. I walk to our bathroom and grab some Advil. I take those with my Orange Juice and then get back into bed. I turn the TV on in our room and 10 Things I Hate About You was on and I decided to watch it. I’ve never seen it, but Vance would always go on about it. I wrap myself in our big comfy comforter and get comfy. I love watching movies and I know Vance loves it too. We always cuddle up and put on a movie. I love how when I play with his hair, he lets out little moans.

Somebody knocks on the door and I scream for them to come in. Grayson walks in with a smaller bodied man and they stand in the doorway.

“Umm, you have a package at the door.” Grayson spoke up and I shot out of bed. I never got packages, and my mom was supposed to send me something from her traveling. She has always wanted to travel and when I started dating Vance, he started paying for her to travel. I walk past the two men and make my way down the stairs. A small little package was waiting for me on the mat in front of the front door. I pick it up. Nothing was on it. Every side was blank, so it obviously wasn’t delivered by the mailman. I cut open the tape from the top and the only thing in the box was a key. A silver key on a green ribbon.

“What’s it to?” Grayson pipes up. I didn’t realize they were standing behind me. Trying to look over my shoulder, but that wasn’t very hard considering both of the men were quite tall.

“I don’t know.” I put the mystery key in the pocket of my shorts and didn’t think twice. I head up the stairs and get back in my bed. I continue watching the movie and feel my eyes get droopy.

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A pair of hands wraps around my waist and I can feel a warm body behind mine. Cancel must have gotten home. I look over at the alarm clock on my night stand and it reads 8:04 pm. I turn my body to look at him and the cuts seem to have gotten worse. There was one just under his right eye and a black eye was starting to form.

“What the hell happened to you?” I get so worried when he comes home like this because it means something didn't go as planned during “business”.

“I told you, it was business. Now just cuddle me before I change my mind.” I don't back down on his offer and I stay quiet.

The rest of the night I stay silent in his arms. Afraid if I say something, this evening will take a turn for the worst. I listen to the steady beating of his heart as he falls asleep. Everything is so serene. Until a loud crash rings through the house. Vance bolts up and runs out of the room. I grab the wooden baseball bat from underneath my side of the bed and I follow in his footsteps. I see Vance at the top of the stairs and he's frozen. I make my way behind him and no peer around him.

The door to our mansion was wide open and there was red paint everywhere. Like someone had taken a paint bucket and thrown its contents on the walls. On the floor spray painted in purple were the words YOU WILL BE MINE.

Vance has a blank look on his face. He turns slowly to me and his eyes instantly change to the angry. He grabs me by the wrists with a death-tight grip. “WHO THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN TALKING TO? YOU TOLD ME YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHO THAT NUMBER WAS!”

I start shaking my head. My eyes water as he continues squeezing my wrists. “I told you, I don't know who it is!”

“YOU’RE LYING! Don’t fucking do that y/n. You know what I do when people lie to me.” I knew exactly what he did to people when they lied to him, he killed them.Flames were basically coming out of his nose and ears. His breathing got heavy and deep, like he was holding back something. His hand came sweeping across my face and a sharp pain spread across to my left cheek. That’s when I couldn’t keep the tears in any longer.

“How could you?” I hold my face as the stinging gets worse. I knew what I had to do. I was going to march myself upstairs and pack my things. Nobody touches me like that, and not get away with it. I turn on my heel and start on my way when a hand wraps itself around my wrist and I was yanked back. His hands grip at the roots of my hair and pushes me to the ground. His my hair is his left, and with a fist in his right, he punches me in the face. One, Two, Three. He lets go of my hair and my body falls limp on the floor. I feel a kick to my stomach and steps over me.

“At least I didn’t kill you.”

[jessesgirl-fornow]

Masked ~ Chapter 1 (Joker x Reader)

Unknown number: I know what you've done.

Who the hell has my phone number? Vance told me this number was untraceable.

“Vance!” I try to scream through our mansion. I get up from our bed and slip on the black fuzzy slippers sitting on the floor. I wrap our big comforter around my naked body and trudge out of the room. “VANCE!”

“Yes love?” he says in his musky morning voice that makes me weak at the knees. He sounds like he is in the kitchen. My nose leads me to the smell of pancakes. Vance is the best cook, and it helps when his girl has the biggest stomach ever.

“You hungry baby girl?” He grinned as he flipped a pancake in the pan and it fell right on the floor.

“Not for those.” I motion to the floor pancake. “I'm really hungry for you though, but sadly I should go change into something more appropriate.” I start to turn on my heel when a pair hands wrap around my blanket covered waist. He lifts me up and places me on the counter. He places his lips on mine and his tongue starts to explore my mouth. His hands are roaming all over my blanket covered body. I can tell he is frustrated by me keeping it on by the way his hands are gripped.

“Are you not amused by my Prada dress?” I giggle as I hold the blanket tighter to my body.

“If I had my way, you'd be naked and in my bed.” He smirked, lifting me off the counter and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carried me through the house and I knew exactly where we were going.

We get into our room and he throws me on the bed.

“What are you hungry for baby?” he growls at me.

“You.” I slowly slip the blanket off my body and his eyes grow with such intense fire.

He quickly walks over to the bed, his body looming over mine, and his hands start roaming again. It's like a little kid in the woods. He leaves little kiss trails all over my chest and dark hickeys start forming wherever his mouth was. His mouth starts to kiss from the middle of my boobs to below my bellybutton. He stops and looks up with his guilty eyes, like he knows he is going to reek havoc on my body. My eyes must have given him deer-caught-in-the-headlights effect because he let out a deep laugh and went straight to my core. He knew how to use that tongue, driving me nuts. His fingers slowly make their way into me, and my body just gives out.

He lifts his head back up at the exact moment before I'm about to release and laughs again. Panting like a just ran a marathon, I'm just waiting for his next move. He picks himself up and removes his shirt. Onto the floor. There goes his pants. Onto the floor. As he reaches for his boxers, I crawl up with all of the remaining strength I have and stop him. I stand up and push on his chest, laying him on the bed. I crawl up over him. Kissing down his chest, stopping at the top of his boxers. I pull at the band with my teeth and all hell breaks loose.

I grip them with my fingers and start to pull them off, just to be met with his erection. I slowly take him into my mouth and he reaches for my hair. Gripping into it and pushing my head down at the pace he wants. I start to gag and pull away. Looking straight into his eyes and he pulls my hair up slides out from underneath me. He makes his way behind me and that's when I know I'm done for. Before I can contain my compare from just sucking his soul out of his body, he plunges himself in me and I can't contain it anymore. I'm pretty sure if we had neighbors, they would file a noise complaint. I was screaming his name, which made him go even faster, which would cause me to scream even more. I knew he was about done when he said, “Who is Vance’s dirty little slut?”

Within the screams a loud “ME!” rips through and we both release at the same time. He falls back onto his side of the bed and I do the same. I pull the blanket back on top of me. We are both panting like dogs with no water. His heads turns to me and his eyes lock with mine. He wants a Round 2.

*ding*

“Who the fuck is texting you?” his sex eyes went to angry eyes in .000001 seconds.

“I have no idea. I got a text earlier from an unknown number.”

Unknown number: Baby Girl when are you going to be mine? My bed misses you.

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?! WHO HAVE YOU BEEN TALKING TO?”

“Nobody! I promise! I really can't talk to anybody but you. I'm locked in this house all fucking day so who would I be able to talk to?!”

“We are getting you a new phone.” Vance walks into the connecting bathroom to our room and turns on the shower. He peeks his head back out of the door. “Get ready. We are going to J’s for business tonight.”

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We pull up to Joker’s club, the giant green J illuminating the night. There was a line of nicely dressed people wrapped around the brick building and slightly down the street. Vance had picked out a black, skin-tight dress and some white heels for me. He always picks out my outfits for me and it makes me feel so cute. I never mind because he doesn’t want his girl dressing so that I attract too much attention. Just enough to show off.

Vance has his hand on the small of my back and leads me into the club. We never have to wait in line since Vance is business partners with J. I've never met the guy, but he seems like a dreadful person. Vance always described him as a clown with a crooked smile.

The lights, the sounds, the moving people. I loved going to places like this. Getting drunk and dancing with my man was my specialty. It always got us so hot and it never failed to put him in a better mood. Including with what happened earlier today. He did get me a new phone though, with a new number and everything.

Vance weaves between drunk dancers, and the every now and then people making out on the dance floor. He leads us to the bar and starts a tab.

“Give her anything she wants. Cut her off after 5 or you'll be a dead man.” Vance hands his card to the bartender and gives him a stern look. The bartender nods his head with wide eyes. Knowing that if he didn't do exactly as Vance said, he really would be a dead man. I start with a vodka soda. I take a seat at the bar and Vance whispers something in his henchman Grayson’s ear. He gets up and kisses me on the cheek. “I'll be back in an hour or so. Stay with Grayson. Never leave his sight.” I nod my head and give him a big smile. Vance makes his way through the crowd and up the stairway with the letters VIP in big gold letters. I order another drink and that's when the booze starts to hit me. I want to get up and dance but I should probably wait until Vance gets out of his meeting.

A tall man in all black, dressed as one of the bouncers, walks right up to me and Grayson. He has a stern face and dark eyes. He had seen some things. “Is your name y/n?”

“Uh, yeah why?” I ask. I've never met this man before and Grayson seems just as puzzled as I am.

“There is an empty cage and your signed up to dance.” he says looking at the clipboard in his hand. “9:30-11:30. Go in the back and change. The girls can help you out.” Grayson looks at me like he isn't quite sure what is happening. He gets off his barstool and helps me off mine. We follow the tall man to the back of the club and through a black sequin curtain. There were girls by the numbers. Putting on makeup, getting on different dresses, laughing, drinking. It was a party.

A drunken girl squeals and grabs my arm. Dragging me through the room and grabbing outfits galore. She sits me in a chair and starts doing my makeup. Grayson stood by my side the whole time and watched as the girl did my makeup. He got a surprised look on his face and I was afraid the girl was messing up my makeup. I looked over at the mirror on the vanity and my draw dropped. I looked amazing. She lined my lips with red lipstick, my eyelids were sparkling with gold, and a wing that could cut a bitch lined my eye. She glued on some fake eyelashes and started undressing me. She put me in a purple and gold dress, it fit to my every curve and was short enough that you could probably see everything. I loved it. Grayson’s eyes wandered but I was alright with it since I knew lots of eyes were going to be on me.

The tall man placed a long coat over my body and led me to the cage. I was tall, with gold bars and a shiny gold pole in the middle. Graydon stood outside of the cage as the man unlocked it and helped me inside. I handed him the coat and I could feel everyone's eyes make their way to me. I decided that with the alcohol running through my system, I could be anyone I wanted to. I started shaking my ass. Spinning around on the pole and dropping it like it was hot. People started leaving money at my feet and chanting my name. I felt even more powerful.

The night was filled with dancing and I had a blast. I stopped for just a second for Grayson to give me another shot when instead I was met with two angry eyes. Eyes I knew very well. Vance unlocked the cage and grabbed me from it. He wrapped his suit jacket over me and pushed me through the crowd. A car was waiting out for us on the curb. He opened the door and pushed me into the black car. I scooched to the other side of the car and he got in after me. He slammed the door and the car took off.

“What do you think you were doing?” Vance said as he stared straight ahead.

“A bouncer walked up and said that I had a spot to dance. I did. I didn't think you would care.”

“Yeah? WELL I DID CARE? YOU WERE ACTING LIKE A STRIPPER UP THERE! I DON'T WANT PEOPLE THINKING MY GIRL IS A WHORE!” Vance turned his whole body and he was shaking. That's when I noticed how his left eye was beginning to turn purple and there was a cut on his neck.

“What happened to you?” I ask.

“It was business.”