#pick poor robin clean ahh

[astrunaria]

so uhh... remember how I thought I didn't have enough time for anymore film school doodles?

I finished my test unreasonably early so here's a remmick

[kingsuckjin]

JUST SMILE- 1

✹ Genre: bts! Batman au

✹ Pairing: joker!jk x reader, robin! Jin x reader, bts x reader

✹ Description: All you've ever wanted was to help, that's all. When you landed a job at Arkham asylum (possibly unjustly), you thought maybe you could help the poor souls locked away there. You were apprehensive about meeting one in particular, the worst criminal of his time, the infamous Jeon Jungkook, well known around Gotham as the Joker. But what if this man isn't what the rumors and his records say he is? What if he saw you as the one needing help? You only had to do him one small favor and he could make every dream you've ever had could come true, he could take all the pain away and you would never want for anything ever again. Could what he offers be the truth? You can't say you weren't warned about him.

✹ Warnings: mention of drugs

✹ Words: 6.5k

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// Next

"You're still coming, right?"

"Of course! I wouldn’t miss tonight for the world." You sent back and received a reply right away.

"Just checking. Didn't want you to get too nervous and decide not to go. I'll be there soon to get you darling xoxo"

You read his text before throwing your phone onto your bed and wrestling with sliding your floor length dress on. It had to weigh a ton, you weren't going to be comfortable but at least it was a gorgeous dress. You probably wouldn't have even thought about going to this ritzy party if he hadn't invited you, things like this just weren’t you.

Him. Kim Seokjin was your ultimate crush. He was everything. Charming, thoughtful, sweet, and now about to be the co-partner business partner of Kim Namjoon, the richest man in all of Gotham.

Kim Namjoon was hosting this party at his exuberant mansion in celebration of Seokjin becoming his new business co partner and you were so proud of Jin and happy for him. You had met Jin at the beginning of your career, introduced by old friends and you had hit it off right away with him. He had asked you out to dinner a few times over the course of your friendship and it was always such a lovely time. You texted back and forth, nearly every day starting with his good morning texts. The way he gazed into your eyes when you both hung out combined with his laid-back, bubbly, joking personality made you fall so hard for him. You were sure he liked you back even though he had never made a true move on you. He had called you gorgeous and beautiful so many times before and each time you would cherish the comment. If the word whipped existed for someone, it would be for you about Seokjin.

Tonight you were hoping you could look so beautiful that maybe, just maybe, he would make the first move. He had said he was taking you as his date after all, not just as friends. Tonight could be the night, you were determined for one of you to say how you felt once and for all.

You turned around in front of the full length mirror in your room and looked at the form fitting champagne colored, jewel detailed, ball gown. You looked so sophisticated, so put together, but it just didn't feel like you. You could not be you for just one night though, you could pretend to be this beautiful enchanting woman with money when in reality you were just a psychiatrist crushing on a rich man who was out of your league.

Your phone buzzed again on your bed and a text flashed across your screen from Seokjin that read "I'm here"

You picked up your phone, shoving it into your tiny clutch bag, noticing that you had forgotten to charge it. You decided there was nothing you could do about it now though as you dashed as fast as you could across your house in your form fitting dress and too high delicate looking heels. You stopped at your front door, smoothing your hair and dress and taking a deep breath, saying a silent prayer and walking out.

Waiting for you was a very expensive looking black car with Seokjin holding the back door open for you, a smile plastered on his face from the moment he saw you.

"There she is! Looking absolutely jaw dropping too!"

Your cheeks heated at his compliment as you tried to hold back a huge grin.

You uttered a soft "thank you" as you got into the car, taking in how good he looked in his black suit with his creme colored tie that matched your dress.

He got into the back seat with you and you glanced at the driver in the front before looking back at his tie, you remembered him asking the color of your dress.

"You wore a matching tie." Your stomach swam with fluttering butterflies at the gesture. You looked at his brown hair pushed back exposing forehead as he gave you another smile.

"Well of course, you're my date, we should match don't you think?" He glanced down at his suit "and I think I cleaned up pretty well for this, but you're definitely going to steal the show with your beauty."

You were caught in his warm brown eyes as yours flickered from his to his smooth plump lips.

Was he leaning in?

You began to panic and your heart began to race.

Did he want to kiss you?

You felt your body gravitate just a bit closer to his, just to see if he'd close the space.

He brought a large hand up under your chin and instead of pressing his lips to yours, he just gave you an adoring smile and dropped his hand.

You were disappointed, sure, but you thought that maybe right now just wasn't the right time. You knew Seokjin had a penchant for making things special, going all out for things, so of course he wouldn't kiss you for the first time in the back of a car, right?

He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie a little nervously you noticed.

"It shouldn't be long until we're there, just a short ride." He gazed out the window to the busy Gotham roads and tall lit skyscrapers that acted as beacons in the night, lighting the streets aglow so bright it seeped through the dark tint of the car windows.

"Are you nervous?" You decided to curiously ask. This had been the first time you had ever seen his charm falter.

"A little." He replied after a moment of his eyes still glued out the window.

"This is a big thing. I don't blame you."

"If only you knew how big. He told me…" you heard him audibly swallow and finally look away from the window only to stare down at his shiny black dress shoes. "He told me that if something happens to him… like his parents… the company would be mine. The company his parents built."

"Oh." You realized that maybe Namjoon was afraid of meeting an end like his parents and that's why he was taking on a partner, Seokjin.

"I don't see why he doesn't have a wife or children yet if he needed someone to take over for him one day that badly, he could make an heir or at least adopt. He has so much money and he's not a bad looking guy, he has resources, you now?" You questioned, mostly digging for information about the mysterious Kim Namjoon.

"Hmmm well… I don't feel like Namjoon… well, he probably would be a family man but… I think he has his reasons for not having a family… it's hard to have a family when you have a life like his… or even like I do now." It could've been just in your mind but you swear you noticed a tinge of sadness at the last sentence. You didn't want to pry further, you knew Namjoon had to have a busy life and now so would Jin as a partner of the company now.

Maybe that meant that he wouldn't be asking you to be his girlfriend.

"Ahh" he let out before giving your hand that rested on your knee a pat and just letting his hand linger on top of yours. His expression changed to a more cheerful one. "Tonight is supposed to be a good night, I shouldn't be ruining it with all of this worry. What about you? Are you excited for your new position? Scared maybe?"

Yes, your new position, the job that you had been wanting since you first started. Since you had found out last week you had gotten the job, you had a sneaking suspicion Seokjin had some sort of a hand in helping you get it, you knew it wasn't right but you were grateful even if it was him. Well, there weren't many psychiatrists out here fighting to get into Arkham asylum, a place people wanted to stay far far away from, a place that housed Gotham's worst souls.

"I'm a little scared, it has quite the list of… criminals there." You replied.

"To call those monsters simply just criminals is gracious." Jin’s tone was flat.

"But they're still people Jin, and people can change with the right help."

"If anyone can turn those psychotic criminals around, it's you." There it was again, that fond look in his eye, that look that one would have for a fine jewel or a particularly beautiful flower.

You noticed his large warm hand still resting on top of your own, but unfortunately that was when he had decided to remove it. Your hand felt a slight chill now but your attention was taken away from that to the large dark iron open gates that the car had just pulled through and the Goliath of a home that lay just beyond it.

People poured from cars in the large half circle driveway, wearing gorgeous clothing that spoke volumes about their wealth, and made their way up the rows of stairs to the front door. The mansion itself glowed with light from inside out.

As you waited for the car to pull up to the front to let you out, you already felt out of place as if the dress you wore was just a mask to bend in with all of the affluent people here. The dress felt so heavy on your body, as if it contained the weight of the lie that you weren't one of them.

You looked over at Seokjin who seemed to not only fit the part, but to be in his element. He belonged here and you knew it. You hoped that just maybe your mask of a dress could not only fool everyone at this party into thinking that you were someone, but Jin into thinking you could be the prettiest one.

"Finally," Jin announced as the driver got out and opened the door for you both "the king and queen of this party have arrived."

You were nearly too stunned at Jin calling you his queen to notice he had already gotten out of the car and was offering you his hand from outside to help you out of the car as well. It took a second but his beaming smile snapped you out of it and you took his hand.

He placed his hand on the small of your back as you made your way up the quite tiring amount of stairs to the entrance with him.

The crystals on your dress glistened in the light coming from the windows in the home. You did your best to bunch it up so the end didn't drag too much or make you fall on the stairs, but his hand on your back reassured you that he had you even if you did trip.

"You really do look lovely tonight, I can't say that enough. I'm very lucky that you agreed to be my date for this."

You swallowed nervously as you looked at his face which was far more beautiful and immaculate than your dress, it was flawless, and warm. You could almost swear he was a prince and you were his princess. All of this so far seemed like just one big fairytale.

"You look amazing too you know, more so than usual." You gave him a shy smile right back.

"I put a lot of effort into my appearance tonight- more so than usual." He gave you a wink that made your head spin and it didn't stop even when you stepped into the mansion.

Everything seemed to glitter from the jewelry on fingers, wrists, ears and necks to the cocktail glasses being served and carried around on silver platters.

People congregated in clusters around the room, near the expensive looking food, near the bar, at the tables and just in the middle of the marble floor, near the closed off staircase leading to the second floor.

Seokjin greeted a few people as led you through the party, hand still on your back. You knew who he was looking for, and you were finally ready to meet the man himself, the man who probably had more money than everyone in this room combined.

You had heard many things about Kim Namjoon, he was a loner, a recluse even, he was a cold and snobby man, but when you finally laid your eyes on him you realized none of those things were true.

The tall thin man was warmly talking to an older couple, taking their hands, wishing them well and looking to mean every word and motion. His smile was dimpled and didn't have the stern face you had imagined him having at all. Although he appeared to wear the most expensive suit here: very traditional, back with a red tie, his black hair was very modernly cut and shaved on the sides.

He excused himself from the elderly couple as he saw you and Seokjin approaching.

He looked so young, too modern to be old money, too good to be a recluse, and his smile was too wide and dimpled for him to be snobby.

"Ahhh the man of the hour and his lady." Namjoon welcomed the both of you warmly and extended a hand which you took, his other hand enveloped the other side of your hand, shaking yours graciously with both hands as Seokjin introduced you simply by your name.

"I'm Kim Namjoon. I've heard so many good things about you and how skilled you are in your field. Not just from Seokjin, but all over. Such an intelligent woman, I admire that." Namjoon seemed just as charming, if not more so than Seokjin "but tell me, I'm curious to know, what would make you seek out a job at Arkham asylum?"

"Isn't it obvious? She's the best of the best. She's brave for even stepping foot in that literal madhouse. I have no compassion for murderers who get out of prison time with the excuse of insanity." Seokjin scoffed.

"Arkham is very much like a prison though, very high security for an asylum. My family has donated to it ever since I can remember, just to make sure those people who need to be locked up, stay locked up. As a matter of fact- have you told her yet Jin?" Namjoon stopped himself and now looked to Jin who had dropped his hand from your back and cleared his throat.

"I- uh- was hoping you could do the honors." He replied before looking at you. "It was a surprise."

"I see." Namjoon gave a chuckle and spoke directly to you "tonight's party is not only an announcement that Seokjin will become my equal in the company, but he's asked that it also be a charity donation, to the asylum, in your name."

Your jaw dropped at the information. Gears were beginning to turn in your head as you looked at Seokjin seeming to try to hide his guilty face with a merous, plastered on smile.

"H-how long has this been planned? Does the asylum know the donation is coming?" You wondered out loud.

"Seokjin has been planning this ever since I asked him to be my partner, it's been about a month now." Namjoon continued to inform, unaware of Seokjin's nervousness with the details of the subject or your mouth still ajar.

You didn't know whether to feel in awe over the fact he had done this just for you or upset that he had basically bought you your new job. This had to mean he cared for you, right? He wouldn't do this and secure you the job you had been talking about for months if he didn't. You understand now why he had referred to you as the king and queen of this party, it was indeed for you too, he had made it about you too.

"But back to my curiosity, what made you want to work at Arkham asylum?" Namjoon asked snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I-"

"Arkham asylum?" A smooth voice interrupted you and you looked over to see a gorgeous silver haired man in a black and silver paisley patterned suit, the collar was very high on the black silk shirt he wore underneath, very old timey but beautiful and high fashion. This man stuck out like a sore thumb, not only because of his suit, but because of his sheer natural striking beauty and silver head of hair.

"My uncle runs the place, what a shame, those poor souls locked away like that." The man now smiled at you, more so a smirk than a smile, before he lifted his heavily ringed fingers containing a delicate flute of champagne which he brought to his full lips.

"Your uncle? I thought Arkham was owned by the city." Namjoon lifted a brow curiously as the silver haired man.

"At what point did I say he owned it?" The silver haired man was quick with his reply, but equally quick to look to you. "You look far too lovely to be working in a place like that." The man purred.

"And that means what exactly?" Jin now spoke up as you stayed entranced with this gentleman. "Are you saying she can't handle it because she's pretty? Because she's a girl?" Jin’s irritation with the man was evident in his voice.

"I never said anything of the sort. You can do as you please, love. Just know you need to have a strong will to deal with the minds in there."

"And you're insinuating she doesn't?" You don't understand Jin's annoyance with this man or the look of suspension on Namjoon's face as he watched the interaction silently, but the silver haired man seemed smooth and unbothered by their looks, but his eyes did flick to both of the men before looking back to you.

"Congratulations on your new job, love." He took your hand and brought it to his soft lips, but Jin's hand went to your shoulder fast to jerk you out of his grasp, leaving a protective arm around you. The silver haired man seemed to smirk at Jin's behaviour before his eyes went back to you, "just don't let them ruin you in there." The slight smirk was still evident on his face as he turned and walked off, striding gracefully away.

"So none of us knew him, right?" Seokjin asked.

"Hmmm no, but I can almost guarantee he isn't who he says he is." Namjoon's narrowed eyes stayed on him.

"But he didn't exactly say who he was." You pointed out.

"Exactly." Namjoon replied simply. His eyes focused on someone else across the room now and motioned for them to come over. It only took seconds for a big muscular man to approach Namjoon, who leaned into whisper to him before he nodded and walked off.

You watched the exchange knowing exactly what had just happened. Namjoon had sent security after the silver haired man who no longer looked to be within sight, or anywhere within the party at all.

Your mind shifted to Jin pulling you away from the strange man, just as it did a large warm hand had taken yours, you hadn't even noticed Jin's hand had left your shoulder.

You were stunned that he was actually holding your hand until he spoke to Namjoon.

"Can we speak for just a moment? Is there a quiet place?"

Namjoon gave him a nod and pointed to the massive grand staircase.

"Upstairs should be a room. Second room on the right in the hall, it has a lovely balcony. I do ask that you both hurry back, I'd like soon like to make the announcement of your partnership and the charity."

"We'll be back." Seokjin confirmed before all but leading you gently through the party with your fingers still interlaced. The stairway was roped off and there was a security guard, in a suit standing near them. The only way you could really tell security was security here was because they seemed pretty ripped even in their nice suits.

Seokjin helped you over the roped off area at the beginning of the stairs. Seokjin seemed in a hurry to get you alone for some reason, and your mind went to places... places where he had you pressed against a wall with his lips and hips on yours. You were a bit thankful for the silver haired stranger who had set off streak of jealousy strong enough within Jin to where-

Seokjin turned the knob and pushed open the door to reveal what looked to be a half library half sitting room, a lamp was on in the corner of the room but it was just enough light to call the room dim. Seokjin closed the door behind him and you looked at him expectantly.

"Are you okay?" He asked. All that urgency to get you alone just to ask if you were okay? You cocked your head to the side, you didn't get it.

"That guy was… he was pretty forward with you and I'm sorry I didn't say or do something more."

"Is that what this is about?" You decided to just ask, because you felt like it wasn't all he wanted to say.

"No." He let out a sigh and brought his eyes up to meet yours.

"You didn't look like you took the news of the charity very well, and I know what it looks like."

"Like you bought me my new job with the money from this event? You did though, right?" You wondered if it wasn't indeed how it looked.

"I-I- did. I did do that, but you wanted it so much and I- you could've gotten it without me. You're strong, smart, kind. I just thought if you were going to work there then it needs more money put into it, I don't want you working at an underfunded place and ending up unhappy. I- I just want you to be happy."

And with that twinkling look in his eyes as he gazed at you again, you found it hard to hold in your feelings for him.

"You're not mad right? Because I swear you would've gotten it without me." He repeated.

"Seokjin." You said softly and took a step closer to him to where your body lightly pressed to his, he didn't step away.

"I'm not mad. It was sweet, you're sweet." You decided to take the leap. "That's what I like about you, you're soft and funny and kind and I just- I really like you." You looked up at him, placing your hands on his shoulders before inching your face closer and closer to his, he still didn't pull away. Your lips pressed to his softly and he kissed back, only for a moment before he finally pulled away rather quickly.

"Y/n, I-" as he cut himself off he seemed to search your eyes for a moment "I don't want to hurt you."

Your brows furrowed at his words.

"I only want to be friends."

You felt your heart shatter into millions of tiny splinters. How could he say that with the way he always looks at you, with all of his subtle flirting, with how he was just holding your hand? It didn't make sense, but it hurt none the less. You had been so infatuated with him for months, he had just let you kiss him, he had donated to your new job.

"I- I understand." You dropped your arms from his shoulders as your eyes had begun to sting with sudden tears.

"I'm so so sorry. Maybe I led you on but-"

"It feels like it." You were honest as you felt a tear run down your cheek. He was even admitting to it himself, he knew he was leading you on, but did he actually care?

You felt stupid. You felt so dumb for thinking a guy like him could ever like you back. For thinking that you were ever more than merely a plaything or an object to flirt with for someone who could get anyone.

"I- please don’t cry-"

"I'm keeping the job, thanks for getting it for me." You felt more angry than sad now.

"Please don't be like that- I like you- it's just…" he scrambled to try to make you feel better but looking at his handsome face only made you feel worse.

"But what? But you've finally realized I don't fit in with your life? That I'm not one of these sophisticated people like you are, that you're out of my league?" You nearly yelled at him over the sudden pounding at the room door.

"Sir, miss, the party is being ended, there's been an incident. Please vacate the premises." A man on the other side said making Seokjin look confused.

"I-we have to go." Jin stated now looking rushed "we can talk about this later-"

"No, it's fine." You said as you stormed past him towards the door.

You pulled up your dress and dashed down the hall knowing he was coming after you. Once you reached the staircase there seemed to be panic and confusion below but you took off as quickly as you could into the mass of people heading for the door.

You were pushed and shoved as tears fell from your face, you heard chatter of people questioning what was happening and pieces of talk that someone had stolen something, but you didn't care. Your heels sank into the well manicured lawn as you left the people getting into their black expensive cars and leaving.

You didn't stop your mad hurry to escape even after you made it out of the gates of the manner. You kept going until you hit the street where the parade of fancy cars went off in all different directions.

You weren't sure what to do, your phone was probably dead and you couldn't call a taxi. But you knew one thing, you didn't want to wait for Seokjin to find you. You didn't want to look at him anymore tonight. You felt embarrassed by this whole entire night, from not feeling good enough to land your own job, to not feeling good enough to be with Jin, to now standing out by the street with your mascara most likely running from the tears. Maybe he had only always seen you as one big charity case.

"Get in." A voice came over the sound of an engine revving.

You looked to the street in front of you to see another fancy car, but this one was more so than the rest. A yellow and black Lamborghini held up traffic behind it, and while you couldn't see the driver from the other side, you recognized that silky voice from earlier.

"Come on, I'm not going to hurt you, you look like you've already been hurt enough tonight." He urged.

You grabbed the handle of the beautiful car and got in just to spite Seokjin in your mind.

Once you shut the door behind you the car sped off down the street with a satisfying hum.

You looked at the driver to see it was silver haired man from earlier, but did a double take at the strange silver metallic mask he was wearing. It only covered the top half of his face and was adorned with cat ears, the beautiful gems that were interlaid in an intricate pattern on it twinkled even in the dark car.

"You going to a costume party after this?" You commented with a slight laugh.

"Oh love no, we just left the costume party."

You understood right away what he had meant by that, and you had felt the same from the start.

"All those people in their costly costumes and jewels and fine clothing. They were all just putting on a show."

You looked around his expensive car, nice tux and odd silver and jeweled mask.

"And what about you? How are you any different?" You have no idea where this sudden bravery was coming from, maybe you were just projecting from the terrible night you had or simply didn't care anymore.

"Trust me, I'm different. I can see you are too, although you were with the king righteous rich cunt himself, Namjoon. And it looks like you walked in with egotistical prince Seokjin, maybe you aren't different." He glanced over at you. "Then again it looks like your prince charming chewed you up and spat you out on the curb, quite literally."

"Yeah, thanks." You said as you tried to rub the possible dry runs of mascara off your cheeks but probably only succeeded in rubbing off your foundation.

The silver haired stranger reached over and flipped down the sun visor to reveal a mirror that lit up so you could fiddle with your makeup before it got any worse.

"Don't tell me you chase things like money and shallow possessions like them." He went on.

"No, I'm not like that." Your reply was quick.

"Then why were you peacocking at a party on the arm of a big dick bag?"

"If you're not like them then why were you there? You still didn't answer the question." You snapped a little but he just let out a small laugh and opened the console between you and took out a black velvet bag just bigger than your hand, and tossed it into your lap. The first thing you noticed was that it was quite heavy for its size and felt like it held many small things.

"Open it." He almost dared.

You pulled at the drawstring and reached your hand in to feel cold metal pieces. You pulled one out and saw that you held a sparkling ring in your fingers. You pulled another out only to see a long golden string of gems, a diamond necklace.

"W-what?" You sputtered.

"I told you I was nothing like them. I'm a Robin Hood of sorts. Drained all the rich fuckers dry including that prick Namjoon." He glanced over at you once more "You're not gonna tell on me, right?"

You felt a sinking feeling in your gut, maybe you had picked the wrong pretty man to get into the car with tonight.

"No, no-"

"Tell you what. If you agree not to tell on me, you can have that entire bag." You looked over and froze, just trying to figure out if he was serious or not, and so far, he seemed pretty serious. You looked down at the jewelry in the bag still on your lap.

"Not that bag, this one." He reached into the console and tossed another black bag, similar in size onto your lap too, but this one felt much more solid, like a brick in shape only lighter. He reached over, still keeping an eye on the road, and scooped up the bag of jewels and stuck it in the glove box this time in front of your knees.

"You deserve it anyway, you had to put up with prince not so charming. And the whole thing with Robin Hood is he takes from the fortunate and gives to the not so fortunate, and you… well you're looking pretty unfortunate."

You let out a scoff at his comment.

"Are you going to tell me where you live so I can take you home orrrr…? We can drive around all night if you want." He shrugged.

"Oh! Uh, oh." You didn't really know if you should give this confessing burglar your address or not now, but did you have a choice?"

"West side, they're grey apartments called-"

"Yeah, I know exactly which ones. I grew up there on the west side. My mom was kind of poor." He cut you off.

"Didn't you also say your uncle ran-"

"I say a lot of things." He cut you off once more "I'll just drop you off out front when we get there. Smart not giving a stranger your address." He caught onto your little plan right away.

"Uh, thanks." You went to look in the bag that was still on your lap but he stopped you.

"Keep it a surprise." He urged.

There was a quiet moment in the car where you just looked around, but something in the still open console caught your eye, a clear ziplock bag full of little squares. Printed on the squares were a big, red, cartoonishly wide smile with red lips stretched around a large set of teeth.

You caught the silver haired man looking away from the road for a moment to follow your eyes.

"You're as curious as a cat, you know that?"

You had almost thought you had offended him so you began sputtering out apologies.

"Have you ever seen that before? It's pretty popular."

"No." You shook your head.

"You don't do drugs then? You are a smart girl."

He had drugs. He had drugs in the car.

Just as the thought registered to you, red and blue lights flashed from behind you.

Oh fuck.

"Oh dear." The man let out a little laugh as he pulled the Lamborghini over. "Sit on the bag."

You lifted up and did exactly what he said, you didn't know why you would listen to this criminal, you still had a strong feeling you might go to jail tonight either way.

Suddenly the silver haired man grabbed your hand, you were too nervous and frozen with fear to do or say anything.

"Just trust me" he whispered before rolling down his window, you hadn't even seen him take his mask off or saw what he did with it. Your heart beat felt as loud as a drum.

"Hello officer, what can I do for you?" The man's smooth voice did nothing to relax you. You didn't dare to look at the police officer as he shined a flashlight into the car.

"You both coming from the Kim party?" The officers voice was gruff, much less smooth than this stranger who was driving.

"Yes, my fiancé and I were just rather rudely ushered out before dinner after donating a large amount. The audacity. She's in quite the huff about it." The silver haired man's annoyance sounded so real, he sounded so selfish, he sounded like one of them.

"Sorry about your bad night, but you were going over the speed limit. Did you drink anything at the party sir?"

"Please. We had just walked in, there was no time other than to sign a check and get ushered out." The man's thumb soothingly stroked your hand as he leisurely gabbed to the police officer. You wondered if him stroking your hand was part of the show, but it did somehow ease your fears. "I wasn't aware of the speed I was driving, I was just so upset about this whole fiasco. I apologize."

"Don't worry about it sir. You and your fiancé get home safe, alright? Sorry about your night." You were shocked by the policeman's answer, how he had just let the both of you go so easily.

He had already begun to drive again when he spoke.

"Cat got your tongue, love?"

"I- I thought we were going to jail." You were still in disbelief and relief all at once. You realized he was still holding your hand and pulled yours from his.

He let out a sly chuckle.

"It was nothing the roll of money in my front chest pocket couldn't fix. This whole city is crooked, even the cops."

You didn't know if you could possibly be any more surprised tonight.

"Yeah. Yeah. Uh good call." You had no idea what else to say.

"So Arkham asylum. You want to work there knowing who's there?" He changed the subject.

"There are a lot of people there." You stated.

"But there's one in particular that people fear most. You must know that, right? The Joker?" He questioned. You weren't stupid, of course you knew who he was, everyone did, although no one knew much about him including yourself.

"I'm aware Jeon Jungkook is there." You answered.

"Ohhh professional, his real name. Only friends call him by his real name." He said as he took the turn into your neighborhood.

"And how you would know this?" You asked, knowing what he would say, knowing because you had already figured out that this man was a liar.

"I know him."

You knew it.

"And you think you're bragging?" You had had enough of not only tonight but this strangers lies as well.

"Now love, I'm the one driving the Lamborghini with probably millions of dollars worth of things inside, and you're just a girl pretending to have money, that I picked up along the street from the sketchy west side. I don't have to brag to you." You watched as he smirked at the road.

"This is where you can drop me off." You pointed to the grey apartments just in time to avoid furiously going off on this stranger whos silver tongue matched the rest of him.

The car came to a halt and he turned his body to face you.

"You know, if you want I could…" he looked you over "come in and help you out of that dress."

Your nose wrinkled up and you grimaced at his offer.

"Not a chance." You replied and put your hand on the door to open it.

"Wait. Take the bag." He pointed out the one you had still been sitting on. "It's my gift to you, you don't need Seokjin or his money or anything. Remember that."

You stupidly picked up the bag, just wanting out of the car away from this guy who confused and annoyed you. You got out of the car and you waited for him to speed off before you headed for your apartment.

Once inside, you kicked off your shoes, threw the bag down on the coffee table, anxious to get out of the dress that had felt like it was slowly squeezing you to death over the course of the night. You managed to shed yourself of it and head right for the bathroom, turning on the shower, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you let out a disgruntled groan.

You looked terrible now that you saw yourself in full light. Your lipstick had managed to smear across your face, your mascara had run and smudged all over.

"I look like a clown." You grumbled "no wonder Seokjin didn't want me, this is probably how he sees me all the time."

Ready to take the quickest shower ever and just call it a night, you were too tired to even wallow in your self pity.

Tomorrow would be a big day anyway. It would be your first day at the job that had been bought for you.

You were keeping the job, not just that, but you were now driven to excel at it, to show everyone that you were no charity case.