Alex's POV
"Of course!"
Joker wrapped his arms around me, as if he were trying to show me the correct moves. He puts his warm hands over mine, showing me how to whip. We whipped the guy as he screamed several times, and I couldn't focus at all. Maybe it was because I felt so intimidated by the Joker, or because guilt and fear took over me when hitting the man.
"You're getting the hang of it, dollface!" Said Joker. It felt nice when he was exited about me. "Do you wanna try once on your own?" I wasn't sure i was gonna be strong enough.
"I'm not strong enough" I mumble.
"Think of something that makes you mad. Someone that hurt your feelings. Feel the rage, then hit."
As I take in what he said, I think of the times I was left alone by my dad, Bruce Wayne. He is a good father when he is with me and isn't busy. But when something happens and he has to go, which is extremely usual, he shows how he doesn't care about anything that's not related to saving Gotham, including me. His own daughter. The thought of him forgetting my last 3 birthdays made me very pissed, and I think I now get what Joker meant by 'Feel the rage'.
I feel the adrenalin rush through me and I lift up my arm and whip as hard as i can. When I actually pay attention to what was in front of me, I see a laughing and clapping Joker and a guy with a harsh cut across his chest and abdomen. I was low-key proud of myself for making J proud. I ran over to the guy to check his pulse immediately and, as expected, nothing was there. I killed a man.
Joker's POV
When Alex whipped the man... I had never seen such a strong hit coming from a woman. Not even Harley could hit that hard. For a second I almost thought she was going to go all crazy and hit me too, but it was all the opposite. I laugh and clap at her, congratulating her for her perfect across-torso cut. She weakly smiles at me, her smile not lasting long enough for me to completely see it. Alex ran over to the guy who was now dead to check his pulse. Her face got even paler, if that was even possible, when she realized he was dead. She stumbles towards me before fainting right in front of me. Luckily, i caught her right before she hit the ground.
I carry her bridal style to my room and lie her down on the bed, placing a kiss on her forehead leaving a little red face paint mark after my kiss. I head over to the bathroom, grab a small towel and dampen it with some cold water, squeezing the extra water away. Then I go again over to where she is laying and place the towel over her forehead.
I leave her alone in my room, and while i wait for her to wake up I order one of my henchmen to make her a room. I said specific things I wanted, no, needed in Alex's room. It had to be just as beautiful as her, and nice enough to make her wanna stay with me. I really want her to be around for as long as possible.
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Fanfiction"Let me protect you, Alex." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This book contains smut. I might take requests and add them to the story if they inspire me, and I'll dedicate the part to the person that asked for it.