-From Joker's POV-

An hour later and we finally landed in the field near my mansion. I had my people start preparing dinner as well as preparing a room and bathroom for her. I swung open the door first and stepped out and then offered my hand out for her, but she didn't take it. Tough crowd. Most women were either terrified of me or oddly attracted. But Y/n, completely different. She wanted and needed no one.

We walk in silence back to the mansion and then we step in the door, Y/n still close behind me. "Welcome home, doll." I say joyously to her. She rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Again with the pet names." she says annoyed. I turn to her and use a fake frown for a moment.

"You're not going to give me one? I have a lot y'know. Mr. J, J, Clown Prince of Crime-" I start listing them off.

"Who the hell would want to be known as the Clown Prince of Crime?" she says in a critical tone. My face turns back to an emotionless scowl. She thinks about it for a second and then starts laughing. Laughing quite hard actually. "I know what I'll call you! Clown bastard. Until you stop calling me doll, that's the name. CB for short." she says confidently.

"Mhm... anyways... SCOTTY BOY, WHERE ARE YOU?!" I call out in the halls. A few moments later, he appears and his eyes are already watching Y/n closely. Watch yourself, Scotty. I like you and I want to keep you around. He walks over to me and I slam my arm down on his shoulder, causing him to slightly jump. "Y/n, this is my main goon, Scotty-boy." I say with a smile. She doesn't smile back or anything, just lightly nods her head.

"Scott. Y/n." she says to him, her arms still folded.

"A pleasure, really I heard-" Scotty starts to say.

"Has everyone here been stalking me?! Can I at least go to my room before I have to sign autographs?" Y/n asks slightly annoyed.

"Of course, Scott will show you where your room is. Dinner is in 45 minutes, I expect to see you there Doll." I say with a smile as she glares at me one last time before leaving down the hall with Scott. While I was away to pick her up, I had ordered that her closet is to be filled by the time we came back from picking her up. Luckily, the prison documents had her measurements, so everything in there should fit like a glove.

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-From your POV-

Scott was actually kind of hot; he was as tall as Joker with jet black hair and really deep and dark brown eyes. His jawline was impressive, to say the least. His voice was deep and he had a light stubble going on. He could've been a model so as to why he wants to work for someone who calls themselves the "Clown Prince of Crime" is beyond me.

We arrive at the room and he opens the door. The room is plain , as of now, but I see a ton of paint, tape, markers, rollers, everything needed to customize it sitting in the corner of the room. I'll take care of that this week then. I think to myself. He walks in the room and opens one of the doors revealing a huge bathroom. I guess Joker had ordered that the bathroom be filled with toiletries because there was already soaps, shampoos, conditioners, lotions, everything you could think of already stocked in there. I smiled at the site. Finally time to pamper and scrub in a shower that wasn't public property. I turn to Scott before I leave. "Thank you. You can leave now." I say flatly. He nods and closes the bathroom door behind him.

I walk over to the bath and turn the water on to it's hottest setting. I carefully began stripping down from the stupid orange jumpsuit until I was naked. While the bath was filling, I made my way to the walk-in closet that was attached to the bathroom. It was fully stocked of all types of clothes. It looked like a store, really. All kinds of clothes that would be bound to fit someone's taste. I ran my fingers across them all before returning to the bath. I turned off the faucet and climbed inside. The water slightly burned my skin, but I didn't care. I started by slowly scrubbing my skin with the soap bar, make sure sudsy circles covered every inch of my skin. I then moved to my hair and started scrubbing shampoo into my scalp. Oh my God. I have no idea what kind of boujee-ass shampoo he had them buy, but it smelled amazing and felt so much better on my scalp than what was basically dish soap that they had at the pen. I moved onto conditioner, running it through my hair with my hands, detangling it in the process. I was always one to keep up appearances so I was pleased to be able to rid of the giant bird nest in my hair. I moved onto washing my face, and then shaving under my arms and my legs. I felt so much better.

I got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around myself. The tub started draining while I began lathering on good smelling lotions, deodorant, perfume, face moisturizer, everything. The one thing I didn't wear was makeup. I didn't care for it. But soft and good smelling skin? Duh. When I was satisfied with the product, I slipped into the closet and decided to wear a sleek black mini dress. Black was my color; it was a family tradition, really. I slid on some of the black heels that were on the shoe rack. They were a tiny bit snug, but they would do for now. I stepped out into the bedroom and was met with Joker in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms and legs crossed, smiling, of course. "You sure clean up nicely, Doll. Not that you weren't stunning before." he says with a laugh.

"Let's go, BC." I say flatly, causing his smile to drop back to a straight face. I turn to start walking down the corridor when I feel his tight grip on my wrist. He's holding so tight that it could leave a bruise.

"Doll, you really ought to be nicer-" before he could finish that sentence, I punched him straight in the mouth, catching him off guard and causing him to fall stumble backwards with his hand to his mouth. The punch was hard enough that one of his teeth knicked his lip, drawing blood.

"I don't know who you're putting your hands on, you moron." I have no idea how he treated his other business partners- or even his girlfriends- but I was not the one. He had the wrong bitch. At first, he looked infuriated, but then he started laughing.

"I like you, Y/n." he said before starting to walk to the dining room. I rolled my eyes and followed behind him.

This idiot is going to say the wrong thing to me one day.