#(If I could draw Bruce I for sure would've never let those eyes go)

[elusive---ivory]

Little Clown pt 3

MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU FILTHY ANIMALS!!! It Christmas Eve, and here's my present to you guys 💕💕💕💕 You all are amazing and spectacular. This is a long one boys so hold on tight.

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck/Joker x Oc

WARNING: Smut (in the first half), Sub!Joker, and choking.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Taglist:

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Sandy woke up to the soft sound of water running. She got up noticing her lack of clothing. Last night, Arthur and Sandy had a lot of 'catching up to do'. She smirked, walking into the bathroom, seeing Arthur already in the shower. Arthur's dyed green hair was dripping down his back.

"Hey, your hair is melting." Sandy joked, as she stepped in the shower with him.

Arthur chuckled, turning around, kissing Sandy's cheek.

"Everyone's looking for you. You know that right?" Sandy spoke softly, as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I know. I'm famous. More so than that Bruce Wayne kid." Arthur bragged.

Sandy laughed. "Joker has really made a name for himself."

"You know it. I'm the king of Gotham." Arthur pulled Sandy close to him. "And you're my queen."

Sandy smiled, but her smile shifted into worry.

"What's wrong?" Arthur smirked, with brief concern in his eyes.

"It's nothing, dear." Sandy threw her hands around Arthur's neck, pulling him into a his.

Arthur kissed down her jaw to her neck.

"Arth-" Sandy's moan was cut off with a hush.

"Joker." Arthur whispered, nuzzled into her neck. Arthur bit her neck hard, drawing blood.

Sandy pushed Arthur away. "Fuck, Arthur. That hurt." She yelled.

Arthur laughed. "I'm sorry. It wasn't meant to hurt you."

Sandy smirked. "Looks like I gotta hurt you now."

Arthur's interest was peaked. He turned off the shower nozzle.

"I'm gonna hurt you so bad." Sandy drew out the word 'bad'.

"Oh? How are you going to hurt me, Sandy?" Arthur teased.

"You'll see." Sandy leaned over biting Arthur's ear.

Arthur moaned, laughing. "That didn't hurt."

Sandy pulled back, placing her hands on his jugular. She tightly squeezed it.

Arthur gasped. His eyes widened as Sandy smiled sweetly, squeezing harder.

"Sandy. S-sandy." Arthur choked out.

Sandy chuckled. "Oh, baby. Doesn't it feel good."

Arthur nodded. He felt her long nails scratch down his neck, leaving marks.

Sandy took her hands off Arthur's throat. "Lay down." She demanded.

Arthur obeyed, feeling his blood pressure rise. He felt mesmerized by Sandy. He had never seen her so dominant before. It was almost if she made a transformation herself. In this moment, he didn't feel like he was inside Sandy, but inside someone controlling her.

Sandy got on top of him, putting her hands back on his throat.

Arthur grabbed onto her hips as Sandy grinded onto him, rocked back and forth on him. He felt himself be in and out of her without lifting a finger. He felt the pressure rise inside of him.

"Tell me, Joker. Could Harley ever ride you like this? Could she make you her bitch? I didn't think so. You know damn well that I can fuck you better than that ditzy blonde. You're already yearning for me, boy. You just try to cover it up with your tough guy person. I know that's all a facade. Doesn't it feel good, Artie. Doesn't just feel like heaven?"

Sandy smirked, keeping a tight grip on his neck, but leaving it a little loose. Red marks appeared all around Arthur's neck as Sandy dug her nails deeper.

Arthur went wild. He had the biggest grin planted on his face. The feeling was too much. He gasped tiny moans as felt himself release. He tilted his head back, breathing heavily.

Sandy let out an breathy moan, leaving her hands to go limp, and fall onto Arthur's chest.

Arthur looked at Sandy with half-lidded eyes. His hand crept up to her cheek, rubbing it softly.

"I love you, Sand-" Sandy cut Arthur off with her lips.

"Dolly." She whispered.

Arthur smirked. "Dolly." He repeated.

Ruth woke up early. Usually, she would wake up after her mother made her breakfast, but today seemed different. Ruth noticed clothes sprawled all over the living room.

To her notice, she also saw the ashtray filled all the way up with cigarettes. Sandy never smoked that much unless she was really stressed out.

Ruth saw him in the kitchen. His green locks shined in the light of the morning sun, smoking a cigarette. Ruth hid behind the kitchen wall. Another thing she noticed was he was wearing her mother's robe. Ruth looked up at him, cautiously.

Arthur saw Ruth's copper hair again the kitchen hallway. He defused his cigarette and walked towards her.

Ruth froze as her eyes met with his.

"Hey, honey. What are you doing up?" Arthur asked, looking down at the frightened girl.

Ruth stuttered. "I was, uh, just getting some, uh, milk."

Arthur smiled. "Oh. Is that right? Ruth, is it?" He asked, trying to remember his own daughter's name.

Ruth nodded hesitantly.

"Your mother picked a beautiful name." Arthur sighed, disassociating.

Ruth looked at Arthur strangely. "Why are you still here, Mr. Joker?" She asked, still very frightened by him.

Arthur didn't understand why Ruth was so afraid of him. He didn't have his clown makeup on. "What's wrong with me staying here?" Arthur asked, kneeling down to Ruth's level.

"My mommy will be upset." Ruth said, obviously making up an excuse. Truth be told, Ruth didn't trust Joker, then again, she didn't trust really anyone. Ruth was told that people in Gotham were cruel and mean. It was up to her to fix it, and make Gotham a better place. Of course, many people would disagree with her.

Arthur chuckled. "Well, your mother would've already kicked me out if she didn't want me here."

Ruth froze. "Um, well, I don't want you here." She stuttered.

Arthur feigned sadness. "Oh, looks like I'm gonna sleep out on the streets." He mocked, fake crying.

Ruth felt bad. "I'm sorry. You can stay, but my room is off limits."

Arthur smiled again, pulling Ruth into a hug. "Thanks, Ruthie. It means a lot to me."

Sandy stood in the hallway, fully dressed. "Ruth, come over here." She called, from the living room.

Sandy sat Ruth down, gently. "I'm sure you've gotten well acquainted with Joker, here."

Ruth nodded. "Why is he here?" Ruth whispered, hushed.

"It's complicated, my dear. You see, Joker is, well, your father." Sandy uttered those words hesitantly, expecting Ruth's reaction.

Ruth's eyes widened. "This isn't true, is it? Mommy?" A tear fell down Ruth's face.

Sandy's face soften as she wiped the tear of her daughter's face. "It is."

Ruth looked over at Joker, then looked back at her mother. She furrowed her eyebrows for a sec, then all emotion wiped off her face.

"I'll be in my room, Mommy." Ruth spoke, monotonously. She pushed past Sandy, and slammed her bedroom door.

Sandy sighed, frustrated. She felt immense guilt about lying to her daughter. Keeping the charade up for this long wore on Sandy.

Arthur lingered in the doorway, smirking. "She'll learn to like me. I may not have fantastic looks, but at least I have a charming personality." He mocked, flopped onto the couch next to Sandy.

"You have good looks too. You're easy to fall for." Sandy smirked, nuzzling up to Arthur.

"Awww, shucks, Dolly. You're too kind." Arthur smiled.

Sandy smiled. "You got me falling for you even more."

Arthur smirked, kissing Sandy softly on her lips. "And, I've gotten very attached to you. I thought about you a lot. I couldn't keep my mind on anything else in Arkham. The first time you didn't show up to our visits I was worried. It was so lonely in the hospital. I just wanted you in my arms. When I was let out to the common area, I spoke to no one. I isolated myself, until Miss Quinn said I was spending too much time lingering on the past. I would roll my eyes. I didn't care much about what she was saying, but she promised me freedom. I like to think about that morning me and you met. How elegant you looked. You remember, don't you? In that very elevator, you actually talked to me, and looked at me in a way no one had before."

Arthur held Sandy close to him, softly petting her hair. "I never want to be apart from you, again, Sandy."

Sandy's head rested on Arthur's chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat from his ribcage.

"Who was Harley Quinn in Arkham, anyway?" Sandy asked.

Arthur let out a frustrated sigh. "She was psychiatrist that lost her mind in Arkham. I don't remember how, because I didn't really listen to her. I do remember meeting her in the common room."

Arthur scoffed. "She said she couldn't stand to see me in Arkham, seeing as miserable as I was. I told her that I needed someone to watch after you, so she did. Harley told me she wanted to escape this hellish life in Arkham and wanted to run away with me. I don't remember the answer, but it wasn't no. I was upset and heartbroken, because I was convinced that you left me. What changed my mind about Harley was because she threatened to hurt a kid."

Arthur paused for a second, feeling the rage build up in his chest. "Before, I even knew that she was my kid." Arthur trailed off.

A loud scream came from Ruth's bedroom. Sandy and Arthur both got up and headed for the door.

"RUTH!" Sandy yelled, kicking down the door.

The window was broken, along with vines crawling up the window.

Sandy dropped to the ground sobbing.