Another Joker x reader ONE-SHOTS and Imagines

Stuck in his mind (Stuck in the elevator pt.2)

Pudins!!! Here's part 2!

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(Y/F/N)=your full name

(F/C)=favourite colour

(Y/L/N)= your last name

(R/C)=random colour

WARNING: SMUUUUUUUUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Two months have passed since the incident in the elevator. You still wondered who might he be, he sure had the same hair as Joker's but anybody could have the hair dyed like him, right? and you didn't know either if it was him who made you feel that good, the lights were off so there could have been anybody.

The voice through the speakers announced that you had arrived to your stop. Arkham. You had to write an essay about mental diseases for your psychiatry class and what could be better than an interview with one of the Asylum's inmates. You were not going to lie, you were a bit nervous and scared, you've heard people talking about the dangerous people who was secluded in there. You fixed your (F/C)shirt and sighed before entering the building. You have to say that the place looked sinister. You arrived at the reception desk but there was nobody. In fact, you haven't seen anybody in there, it seemed as if it was abandoned. "Hello?" you said waiting for someone to answer but nobody did. "Uhmm... I have an appointment, I'm (Y/F/N), I'm here for an interview" you said as if someone could hear you. When you were about to leave a suited man walked behind the desk. "Miss (Y/LN)" he called you. "Yeah, that's me" you said relieved that someone was there, you were beginning to shudder. "Please, follow me" he said motioning you to pass through a door frame next to the desk. You smiled at him before walking through it. "Thank you, sir. May I ask who I am interviewing?" He looked expressionless, he seemed more like a bodyguard than an asylum worker. "The Joker" he simply answered making you stop in your tracks. "Wh-what?" you whispered looking at his back shocked. When he noticed you weren't following him he turned around still serious. "You wanted a good interview, right?" he simply asked as if it was obvious. "Yeah, sure, but th-the Joker.. isn't he too much?, I mean this is just for class, it's not like-" "Maybe you don't want to have the interview, miss?" he cut you. "No no, I need the interview it's just that....nothing, forget about it, lead me to him then" you eventually said. He simply nodded before turning around and began walking again. You sighed deeply before following him again.

The place was quiet, too quiet for what you thought. Weren't they supposed to be screaming and hitting the doors? And where were the guards?. It was becoming more and more creepy. You were about to ask the man where were everybody when he opened a metallic door and held it open for you to pass. "Here, miss" he said waiting for you to enter the room. You looked inside, the light were weak and no sound could be heard from inside. You gazed the man in the eyes and saw that he still had no emotion in them. You gulped before entering the room still not sure if it was okay or not. Once you stepped inside, all you could see was a kind of metallic table in the middle with a lamp over it. "Wait, where's-". Suddenly everything went black.

A creepy laugh woke you up and a sharp pain went through your head. What had happened? .You tried to rub your head but you couldn't move. What the fuck?!. You looked downwards and saw that you were strapped down to the metallic table from before. "What's going on?! Hey!!" you screamed waiting for someone to go and untie you. You stopped screaming when the creepy laugh became louder as if the person who laughed was right behind you. "What do we have here?" you head someone mocking from behind.