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Heartthrob | Arthur Fleck x reader đ CHAPTER 12
Summary:Â Attempting to conceal her checkered past, a young dancer in Gotham (Y/N) lands a job at Ha-Haâs and finds herself increasingly drawn to a shy, lonely clown named Arthur Fleck.
Warnings:Â sex, age gap, language, violence, mental illness, assault
Word Count:Â 2093
Chapter List: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Arthur's Note (see what I did there?): Thanks every so so much for the kind words and encouragement. I didn't realize the new trailer was coming out today but I started writing this fic again about a week ago and I think I'm on a roll! I <3 Arthur Fleck so much and hope you enjoy!
Arthur had insisted on walking you home, had kissed you again at the front door of your apartment building and promised to call you the next morning; you both had the next day off and planned to see each other.
When he pressed his body into you. You could feel he was hard, but restraining himself. Arthur was nothing if not a gentleman. It only made you love him more.
âI'll call you in the morning,â he hummed into your ear.
âFirst thing in the morning,â you corrected him with a sly grin.
Arthur smiled, blushing. âFirst thing in the morning.â
You hated to pull yourself away from him. It was crazy: You'd never cared that much about sex, but for the first time in your life, you understood what it felt like to want to ask someone upstairs, what it felt like to actually want someone to spend the night in your bed. But of course, you had your parents to think about and they'd never go for it in a million years.
Arthur watched you get into the elevator. When the doors closed, you felt like you might cry. Reminding yourself you were gonna see him again in twelve hours was the only thing that put your longing heart at ease.
***
It was almost midnight, and your parents usually went to bed around ten, so you were surprised to find them both sitting up on the sofa in the living room, watching what had to be the last half hour of The Murray Franklin Show. They never watched Murray. They never even stayed up this late.
âWhatâs going on?â you asked as you locked the front door and hung your coat up.
âWeâve been worried sick!â your mother cried as your dad muted the television.
Oh boy. This was already off to a great start.
âWhy?â you asked, cocking your head to one side. âI mean, I know itâs almost midnight, but-â
âThereâs been another killing on the subways,â she continued. âThey think itâs related to what happened to those three Wayne boys a few days ago.â
âYouâre kidding,â you sat down on the sofa to face them. âWhoâd they kill?â
âA man,â your father answered. âBut they donât know anything else yet. You were out all night and didnât hear anything about this?â
You shook your head. âNo. But itâs getting crazier out there.â
âWhat exactly did you do tonight?â your father raised an eyebrow.
âMet up with friends,â you answered breezily. Technically you werenât lying. Arthur was a friend. Sort of.
âThatâs interesting,â he continued, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. âBecause those so-called girlfriends of yours called here looking for you. Two different times in fact.â
âThey did?â
You gulped, trying to scan your mother's face for some kind of hint to help you navigate the choppy waters of your fatherâs suspicions. But her âworried sickâ face had morphed into her âIâm just gonna stay out of it and keep the peaceâ face.
Typically a bad sign.
âFirst Tina and then that other girlâŚâ your father said. âThe one with the silly nameâŚâ
He looked to your mother who shrugged in response.
âChantelle,â he finally remembered. And Chantelle said she was calling to find out how your âhot dateâ went tonight.â
Damn that Chantelle. You knew she had a champagne-and-dial addiction - it was why she was still hooking up with at least five of her ex-boyfriends - but you could still murder her ten times with a hatchet. She had no idea how crazy your dad was.
âI told your father it must have been some kind of practical joke,â your mother finally interjected. âYou know, those telephone pranks kids these days like to play on one another?â
You could see she was trying to help you out. And for one crazy second, you considered telling them the truth:
Mom, DadâŚIâm in love with a beautiful clown.
No, that wouldnât go over well at all. Theyâd hit the roof. In fact, they'd go through the roof.
The less you said about Arthur the better. At least for the time being.
âI did go out with friends,â you explained in as even a tone as you could muster. âI donât know what Chantelleâs talking about.â
âWhich friends?â your mother asked.
âJust some friendsâŚfromâŚfromâŚâ you struggled to complete the sentence. You never went anywhere besides work these days, so where the hell would you meet any other friends?
âSome friends from GU?â your mother asked hopefully.
It was perfect. You could have kissed her right then and there. Saved by the mama.
âYes!â you nodded. âYes, some friends from college.â
âHoney, that's wonderful!â your mother smiled.
Your father nodded approvingly. âThose are the kinds of people you should be spending time with. People who are serious about their futureâŚas opposed to a couple of strippers.â
âTheyâre not strippers, Dad!â
He smiled at his own dumb joke and you pursed your lips. Your father never approved of anyone if he didnât deem them âserious about their future.â The problem was, most of the kids youâd met at Gotham University were entitled assholes from rich families who didnât actually care about their futures: no matter how badly they fucked up, their privileged parents could afford to yank them out of hot water and they knew it. Your dad had it all wrong. But you didnât have the heart to correct him.
âHow come you look so disheveled?â your fatherâs voice broke into your thoughts once more.
You blinked. âExcuse me?â
He pointed at your rumpled clothes.
âYour outfitâs wrinkled, your hairâs a mess. And your makeupâŚâ
âDid something happen tonight, honey?â your mother asked. You could sense the growing concern in both their voices, and it brought you right back to when youâd started having problems at GU. Your poor parents had to watch as their star student daughter - whoâd never given them a lick of trouble - suddenly turned into someone they didnât recognize. Someone they were afraid of.
âSweetheart,â your mother prodded gently. âYou didnât happen to get into aâŚa fight or an altercation with anyone tonight, did you?â
You shook your head and laughed, trying your best to put them at ease. âNot that I can remember.â
It was a true enough answer. More true than they needed to know, anyway.
âYou can tell us if youâreâŚstruggling,â your father added. âWe want to know if somethingâs going on.â
You shook your head again. âWhat happened was, the subway was totally jam packed. Maybe it had to do with the killing tonight, I dunno. Anyway, we were stuffed like sardines. I got all pushed around on the train. You know how the people in this city can be.â
âFucking animals,â he muttered under his breath. You glanced up at the TV where a still-muted Murray seemed to be delivering his closing words. âYouâre alright though, arenât you?â
âOf course,â you assured them both. âNothing a shower and some shampoo canât fix.â
You breathed a concealed sigh of relief as you watched your parents breathe one of their own.
You popped up from the sofa and stretched.
âGonna get ready for bed,â you announced. âSee you in the morning.â
âGoodnight, sweetie,â your mom called out. âWe love you.â
âLove you, too.â
You turned to go to your room and heard your dad unmute the TV, Murray Franklinâs voice ringing out over the orchestra as an organ struck up the groovy chords from his signature closing song:
âGoodnight, and always remember: Thatâs life!â
You laughed softly to yourself. âThatâs life!â you whispered as you dance-glided down the hall and into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.
Life really was something, wasnât it? Especially life in Gotham, a life like yours: one that now had a beautiful man named Arthur Fleck in it.
After the crazy night youâd had, the shower felt like a balm to your soul. You crawled under the cool covers of your bed, still giddy from your date with Arthur and the promise of seeing him tomorrow. As you drifted off to dreamland, you thought about even though your parents drove you up the wall, you loved them and would do anything for them. You hated the toll your problems at GU had had on them - how scared and defenseless theyâd been, not knowing how to help you when the shit hit the fan. They didnât have the resources and privileges of your ex-classmatesâ parents, but theyâd stood behind you when no one else had. Youâd never forget that.
After the nightmare at Gotham U - after everything itâd put you and the people you loved through - youâd vowed to yourself that youâd never be powerless again.
Although you felt powerless to stop the freight train of emotions you felt for Arthur, you decided he was a worthy exception. Arthur also knew what powerlessness felt like. He wasn't like the rest of them. He was the salt of the earth, just like your parents. Just like you.
And as long as you and Arthur had each otherâs backs, you told yourself as sleep enveloped your being, nothing could ever take either of your power away again.
Together, you were unstoppable.
***
The phone rang first thing in the morning, just as Arthur promised. Thank GOD your bedroom had its own phone line.
âHey you!â you answered playfully on the first ring.
âThere you are. Weâve been calling you, bitch!â
âChantelle?â you paused, your breath hitching.
âAnd Tinaâs here,â Chantelle said. âWeâre at Ha-Haâs. You didnât call either of us back last night so we decided to ambush you first thing in the morning.â
âOh yeah,â you shook your head. âAnd by the way, thanks a lot for telling my dad about my âhot dateâ last night. He was real happy to confront me about that when I got home.â
âSo you did come home last night!â Chantelle gasped.
âI told you a million times!â Tinaâs annoyed voice rang out in the background. âShe wasnât gonna have sex with him on the first date.â
âSo how was it?â Chantelle asked. âTell us everything!â
âIt wasâŚgreat,â you answered. âHeâsâŚwonderful.â
Chantelle squealed. âY/Nâs going out with a college boy!â She sang.
âLetâs not blow this out of proportion,â Tina countered. âCollege boys are a dime a dozen. And most of âem wouldnât know how to please a woman even if they majored in it. Gimme the phone, Chantelle.â
You heard the receiver scuffle on their end and Tinaâs no-nonsense voice rang in your ear.
âHow was the outfit, hair and makeup?â she demanded. âAny mishaps?â
You paused. It would take too long to explain the whole blacking out thing to them, you reasoned. And you didnât want them to worry.
âEverything went fine,â you said. âYou guys did a great job. I canât thank you enough.â
âI have some very exciting ideas for the next date outfit,â Tina said. âWhen are you getting here? Iâll fill you in. Weâll try on some samples.â
âIâm off today!â you sang into the phone. âAnd Iâm actually seeing him again this afternoon.â
âWhat? You slut!â
Chantelle grabbed the phone back. âYouâre seeing him again? So soon? Oh my goodness, Y/N, I feel like youâre gonna marry this guy.â
You heard Tina groan in disgust behind Chantelle before snatching the phone back again.
âThen my outfit ideas will have to wait for your third date,â Tina said. âAssuming there is one. What were you planning on wearing today?â
âI dunno,â you glanced around your messy room helplessly. âI havenât even thought about it.â
âOkay, listen to me, Y/N. Youâre an autumn. That means warm skin tones. Understand?â
âWarm skin tones,â you repeated back, even though you had no idea what the hell she was talking about.
âIâm talking greens, Iâm talking yellowsâŚcome to think of it: do you have anything in peach?â
You shook your head. âI donât think so.â
âBlack is fine. Accessorize with those gold hoop earrings. A full face of makeup just like we showed you. But go easy on the blusher, for the love of God.â
âThanks, Tina.â You laughed.
âShit. Hoytâs coming,â Tina warned. âCall us immediately after todayâs date ends. We need a detailed play by play so we can mastermind the plan for date number three.â
âI thought you said these college boys were a dime a dozen,â you countered.
âMastermind your outfit for date number three,â Tina corrected herself. âIf youâre gonna date a college douche, the least you can walk away with is a killer wardrobe.â
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