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titaniaintheflesh · 6 years ago

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Wendy 2

Jerome Valeska x OC

Warnings: nada

Chapter 1

The sound of buttons clicking against the faux wood floor sounded again and again as Wendy stood at the white dresser she’d had since she was seven. It had tiny drawings of princesses, Shrek, and anything she had been into as a child. It also had crude stickers and tiny engraved messages, those were more recent. She had been digging through her clothes for almost an hour, unable to settle on an outfit. Of course, she knew she shouldn’t have been stressing so much, after all it was only an outing to the circus with her uncle. But this tiny nagging voice in the back of her head kept voicing her insecurities. What if someone she knew was there? What if they saw her in her old GCPD summer camp T-Shirt and she lost her bad bitch reputation? She had an image to protect, after all. So she stood in the middle of her and Micaela’s shared bedroom, a pair of old underwear that had seen more horrors than a war veteran, fishnet stockings, mismatched socks, and two different bras on. After throwing another shirt on the floor she grunted in frustration, falling to the floor and glaring at the pile of clothes as if it was their fault she wasn’t satisfied with any of them.

“Joe!” she shouted suddenly, turning her head up in hopes that the sound would travel more. “Joe can you dress me please! I don’t have anything to wear!” Joanne came in already laughing.

“That is ridiculous, the only thing you spend money on is clothes, how can you not have anything to wear?” Wendy stuck her tongue out at her sister.

“You sound like mom.” she mocked, kicking a pair of ripped jeans. Joanne didn’t spare her a second thought, twirling the eyeshadow brush she had in her hands and pushing off the wall to go back to her own room. When trying to settle on who got their own room the girls had decided to wrestle. They were young and arrogant (more than they are now) and thought they could beat Joanne, who was built more like a dodgeball than a six year old at the time. She had sat on eight year old Wendy and held little toddler Micaela in a headlock and now she had her own room. Wendy huffed, but accepted that she was on her own. Micaela has been knocked out since she came home the night before and no amount of noise would wake her. Wendy stood and cracked her neck, she put in her battered Peter Pan VHS and looked back to the pile of clothes. “Do your worst.” she told the inanimate pile of cloth threateningly. As she once again picked through the pile of clothes Peter Pan was telling Wendy how to get to Neverland. She hummed happily as the smiling face of the red headed boy floated into her head. Peter Pan. She released an audible scoff at the thought, but as the Disney movie continued in the background her thoughts kept returning to him. She frowned and shook her head when his hazel eyes stubbornly refused to flee her head. She hadn’t been like this over a boy since… Well, since Peter Pan. The real Peter Pan. Wendy remembered being entranced by the red headed lost boy when she was younger. She used to pause the movie and reach up to the screen, trying to reach through to touch him. She couldn’t, obviously. She had never felt Peter Pan’s hair, she had only felt static tingling against her fingers. She had felt his hair, though.The fake Peter Pan. When he kissed her in her van, her fingers had been tangled in his copper hair, using it to push him closer to her, always wanting more of him. More of his touches, more of his quips, more of his tongue. Wendy was startled from her daydream by Micaela stirring in her sleep, rolling over onto her back and snorting before falling still again. Wendy focused once more on finding an outfit, reaching for a pair of boots and pulling them over her mismatched socks.

Soon Jim was at their door, exchanging pleasantries with Wendy’s mother, who had to pick up the graveyard shift at the GCPD and would unfortunately be missing the circus.

“Uncle J.” Wendy greeted awkwardly, giving him a loose hug. “Sorry I missed you the other night, traffic was crazy.” Jim grinned and ruffled the girl’s already messy hair.

“That’s alright Windex, I’m seeing you now, aren’t I?” she nodded, pulling her father’s jacket closser around herself when her uncle opened the door for her, bracing herself against the chilly Gotham air. Wearing a dress had been a bad idea. She sighed remorsefully at this realization, trying to tug the red fabric down to cover more of her thighs.

“Wendy? Oh my God! You look so cute!”

“Hi Lee.” Wendy waved to her uncle’s girlfriend with a tight smile. Lee quickly wrapped her arms around the teenager, giving her a warmer hug than Wendy had given her uncle. Wendy had never been very close with Jim, he reminded her too much of her father, looking at him was like looking at her dad, or what he would have looked like if he were still alive. It wasn’t that she felt sad or anything, though Wendy was a sentimental person she tended to become attached to memories more than to people. It was more like jealousy that she felt toward Jim. Wendy wanted to have known her father as much as Jim did, she wished she could have built a stronger relationship to the man who was responsible for half of her DNA before he died. All she had of her dead dad were a couple trinkets, Jim had his face.

“Where are your sisters?” Lee looked up at their tiny subdivision, searching the upstairs windows for either of Wendy’s sisters.

“Honestly? They’re probably taking a few hits of Mikey’s joint.” Lee was unphased by Wendy’s bluntness, only watching the stairs to see when the girls would appear. They did, wide grins and bloodshot eyes proving that Wendy was right. Joe had worn her wire framed glasses in an effort to hide the redness of her eyes, but they weren’t doing much for the smell.

“You girls ready to go?” Wendy nodded to her uncle, sliding into the back of his cop car first. This wasn’t the first time Wendy had been in a cop car, even though she had never before been in Jim’s car.

“Ah, feels like home.” Micaela said mockingly, leaning her head back against the middle seat and making herself completely at home.

“Have you been arrested Mikey?” Lee asked, maternal concern spreading over her face.

“Only by my mom.” Micaela answered, picking lint off of her jeans. “They always call her first, ask if they should arrest me or let me off with a warning, she always makes sure I get the maximum sentence.” yes, Danielle Gomez-Gordon was nothing if not a stickler for the rules. She was ashamed that her daughters would do anything to contribute to the chaos Gotham was already filled with, but that didn’t stop Mikey from selling weed, and it didn’t stop Wendy from bring a can of spray paint wherever she went. If anything, having a cop mom made them want to do more, because they weren’t afraid of it, they had been to the GCPD since they were kids and spending the night in one of it’s cells felt like home. The cops would bring them pity doughnuts, they would even let them use the regular bathroom (against Detective GG’s orders).

“That’s ‘cause you’re her baby Mikey! She wants you to grow up to be a good citizen!” Joe had never been arrested. She found that she liked to rebel in other aspects of her life, namely her pants. Micaela rolled her eyes and sunk down in her seat, elbowing Joe once she was low enough. The pair began to squabble, each trying to sink their nails in the other’s scalp. Jim and Lee laughed from the front seat, cuddling up to each other and being disgustingly happy. It made Wendy smile, though. Theirs was a relationship you couldn’t help but smile at, they were ooey, gooey, and completely head over heels for each other.

“Kay, you ready girls?” Lee still had that maternal look on her face. Maybe it was part of being a Doctor, always wanting to take care of people. Like it was somehow your duty to help people un-fuck what they fucked up. The group wandered through the circus for a while, each choosing a tooth achingly sweet carnival food, save Jim, who got a corndog. The show went by in a flash. A mix of jarring music and colors, “bathroom breaks” that were excuses to smoke a cigarette behind the main tent, flirting with stage hands, and saying “Yeah that was hilarious Uncle J!” with a straight face.

“So, what’d you think?” Mikey asked, popping her bubble gum and digging her shoe in the dirt.

“It was pretty great until that clown started beating up the trapeze artists.” Joe frowned, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the memory of the clown coming out.

“Really? I honestly thought that was when the show hit its’ climax.” Wendy countered, grinning when Joe rolled her eyes.

“Wanna explore?” Micaela asked, losing interest in the conversation as soon as Joe opened her mouth to argue that violence is never funny. The brunette didn’t wait for an answer as she went to go wander through the animal cages. Wendy watched as she popped another bubble and flipped off a tiger that was trying to reach her through the bars of its cage. Mikey stepped closer and skipped away with a wide smile, then repeated. That would keep her entertained for a while.

“Let’s go find those trapeze artists.” Joe said, eyes glimmering with excitement as she reached for Wendy’s sleeve, already well on her way out of the circle of cops. Wendy dodged Joanne’s hand.

“I don’t really wanna watch you suck some rando’s dick, Joe.” Wendy raised her hands and backed away from her younger sister apologetically.

“What are you gonna do instead, Wendy? Graffiti a picture of me sucking some rando’s dick on a tent?” Wendy grinned maliciously and reached into her tote, pulling a red can out and spinning it in the air.

“Maybe.” Joanne’s eyes widened, she placed her fists against her hips firmly, brows knitting together angrily.

“Wendy Gabriela Gordon, you’d better not!” Joe yelled to Wendy’s retreating form. Wendy rolled her eyes and spun on her heel.

“Don’t be a…” she mimed a square to finish her sentence, shaking her bottle and turning back toward the now desolate circus. Wendy wasn’t actually going to paint anything, the poor people working at this place had enough shit to deal with without having to clean up some teenager’s shitty art. She slipped the can back into her tote once she was far enough away from Joe so her sister wouldn’t see and think maybe Wendy was “responsible”, or “matured”. She shoved her ice cold hands into the pockets of her jacket. The stars were different outside the city, in that there were more. Gotham’s light pollution was something to fear and it had never been more obvious to her than that moment. Wandering past candy cane striped tents, nothing but the occasional grunt of a working man to disturb her silence. Her neck was craned to the point where it ached, but she couldn’t be bothered enough to care as she tried to pick constellations out of the shining mess that hung above her. “Hey look, Leo.” she said, pleased that she found one, she pointed it out to no one, because there was no one there. Smiling at the stars and imaging she was a cartographer, hundreds of years ago. Sailing through the sea with nothing but the stars to guide her. Yeah sure, she only knew five constellations, but she thought she could probably figure it out.

“Where?” she squealed, almost dropping her bag at the sudden intrusion. She stumbled away from where she had heard the voice, turning around with raised fists (you can never be too careful in Gotham). She was even more shocked by what she saw.

“Peter?! What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” she reached to slap the boy, who’s amusement was starting to piss her off. He ducked his head and her hand hit his arm.

“Wendy! Wendy- darlin’, calm down!” he was bursting with giggles when she finally ceased her assault.

“What are you doing here?” she said, as she spoke you could hear the anger leaving her voice and by the time she closed her mouth she had calmed down. His eyebrows raised, looking around as if he had forgotten where he was.

“I should be asking you that question, doll face! I live here!”

“Oh, my uncle brought me.” she informed him, shifting her feet awkwardly. He looked at her expectantly, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. “What?” she snapped.

“Where’s Leo?” he repeated his question from before.

“Oh, uhm, c’mere.” she commanded, tugging him over so their sides were pressed together. Her hand shot out to point to where she had been staring before. “There, see?” he frowned at the bunch of stars she had pointed out.

“Is that supposed to be a lion?” she grinned at his abrasiveness. He looked so upset at the sky. “That doesn’t look anything like a lion!” Wendy rolled her eyes and pulled him close again.

“You have to use your imagination dummy, see? That’s his tail, and that’s his head.”

“I still can’t see it.” he admitted.

“It’s easier to see when you’re laying down, plus your neck doesn’t feel like shit.” she informed him, releasing her grip on his arm reluctantly. She looked up to him to find him already looking at her.

“I mean… I do have a place.” her heart skipped a beat, fluttering in her chest rapidly when she looked at the hand he was offering to her.

“Does it have a roof?” she slipped her hand into his and he beamed.

“It has more than that, babydoll.” she raised her eyebrows at his suggestion.

“A door…?” he giggled maniacally.

“Oh! You are just too much fun!” Wendy placed her other hand on his and he lead her through the circus to a trailer park. “Ta-da! Home sweet home.” he patted his trailer lovingly. It advertised a snake charmer, her hooded eyes staring down anyone daring enough to visit her trailer.

“Is that supposed to be you? Gotta say, you really glowed up.” he leaned against the trailer and shrugged humbly.

“Must be all the greens I eat, ma always told me if I had enough of them I would grow up to be strong and handsome.” Wendy smiled and followed him up the steps of the trailer.

“Well I gotta say stranger, it’s working.” he frowned at her name for him, but before he could complain Wendy was hoisting herself onto the roof. Her fingers burned from rubbing against the sheet metal as she pulled herself up but she brushed them off on her pants and pretended not to care. “You need help getting up?” she called over her shoulder. She was answered by a thump and a “no” grunted through gritted teeth. Peter stomped over to her and lay next to her.

“Show me more.” he demanded like a child asking for another bedtime story. She smiled and searched the stars for another constellation she recognized.

“Ah! There! That’s Orion’s belt.” she grinned up at the three stars, turning to Peter, wanting to see his reaction to the stars. He wasn’t looking at the stars, when she rolled her head over she immediately met his eyes. It was like striking a match inside her stomach, when her eyes met his she could practically feel the sparks that flew. “Sometimes…” she broke their eye contact, looking back up to the stars, eyes wide with wonder. “Sometimes I wish I could turn off all of Gotham’s lights so I could see all the stars.”

“I’ll do it.” he spoke with fierce determination. She laughed, boys so often made her empty promises it was the only reaction she had left. “I’m serious.” Wendy searched his eyes for amusement, any hint that he was joking around. When she found none she smiled at him, a challenge in her eyes.

“How?” he smiled, seeing that she believed him.

“See that, over there?” he took her elbow in one of his hands, pulling her so her back was resting against his chest as he pointed to Gotham city, specifically the generator that powered basically the entire city. “Ka-poosh!” she laughed when he mimed an explosion with his hand.

“You’re gonna become an arsonist to impress a girl you barely know?” she asked sarcastically, turning to meet his eyes. Her eyes flickered down to his lips and she prayed he hadn’t noticed, but how could he not when their faces were inches apart. He was so close she could feel his breath on her when he scoffed.

“I’m already an arsonist, darlin’, impressing pretty girls is just a bonus.” she let her eyes wander down his face unashamedly. Going from his hazel eyes to the scattering of freckles over his nose, looking for shapes among them like she had the sky. To his lips, which were still split open in a self-satisfied grin that she wanted to wipe off him, to the unshaven orange scruff growing on his chin, and back to his lips.

“Pretty, huh?” when he hummed her entire body vibrated along with his chest, making her breath catch in her lungs.

“Yeah, you’re right, pretty doesn’t even begin to describe you darlin’.” she grinned mischievously, her eyes meeting his again.

“Is this the part where you tell me you find me ridiculously annoying and/or pretentious? I’ve had that happen before.” he shook his head and it was his turn to examine all her features. She watched his eyes drift from her own eyes, which were still examining him like it was the first time she was seeing him, drinking in all the ways his face would contort with his emotions. His eyes drifted to her nose and her own smattering of freckles, to her heart shaped mouth, then to the piercings decorating her ears, and back to her eyes.

“Nah, it’s the part where I tell you you’re fucking gorgeous… and annoying and pretentious.” she grinned at his quip, taking her hand up to trace circles on the inside of his wrist.

“Are you gonna kiss me or should I find another circus boy?” he frowned at her, insult making his eyebrows draw together.

“I was getting to that! Hold your horses.” she was mid laugh when his lips connected with hers, his mouth taking the tinkling giggles from the air and claiming them as his own. It wasn’t so funny anymore when he pushed her onto her back, twisting around her body so the teenagers were aligned. His hands were gripping the sides of her neck, tracing gentle circles on the hinge of her jaw, his thighs on either side of her legs, which she was grateful for because it hid the fact that her babydoll dress had ridden up past her underwear. Her hands grasped the fabric around his waist desperately, clawing at him to bring him closer. He’s so skinny, she thought when she pressed her palms against his stomach and felt his ribs poking out from underneath his skin. His lips were like fire spreading over her body, lighting her skin up like a beacon into the night.

“Hey,” she said, separating from him with a series of quick pants and gasps. “you have a bed?” he looked almost surprised, still reeling from their kiss. Though that dazed confusion quickly warped into a predatory grin.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” he reached out his hand to help her up and the pair descended down the side of his trailer. As Wendy was climbing down her still shaking fingers gave in. She squealed and darted out all her limbs in a blind search for something to hold her up. In that search she caught herself on the roof again, and she accidentally kicked a hole through the woman’s eye.

“Shit!” she yelped “Fuck! I’m so sorry, I was falling, and-” she was cut off by Peter Pan laughing wildly as he stared at the hole she had kicked in. “You’re not mad?” he managed to get a ‘no’ out in between his gut rolling laughter. She laughed a little in relief, releasing a breath and feeling herself relax. “Thank God, that would’ve been a total mood killer.” he grinned, finally calming his breaths, though when he took her hand he was still releasing little chuckles.

“You can kick her more if you want.” he offered. She rolled her eyes and began to follow after him as he led her into his trailer.

“As much as I love damaging things I’m not gonna ruin your wall, Peter.” he paused in the hallway leading from his kitchenette to what looked like a living room/bedroom. She looked at him in the dim light from the circus outside curiously.

“Uh, Jerome.” he said sheepishly. “You should probably know my real name.” she laughed and drew closer to him.

“You have a last name, Jerome?” his eyes darkened when she pressed herself against him, looking up to him with that spark of mischief that he had come to recognize as purely her’s.

“Yeah, why? Are you planning on calling out my full name?” she shrugged.

“No, I just need more information for when I stalk you later.” he grinned down at her, face lighting up with pure joy, though his eyes were still dark.

“Valeska, can’t have you stalking the wrong Jerome.” she grinned and shook her head, pushing him backward into the futon impatiently.

“Nope.” she said before straddling his thighs, resting her hands in the crook between his neck and shoulders as she claimed his mouth. His fingers replicated the circles he had been drawing on her jaw before but up and down her thighs. Wendy separated from him with a little pop, reaching for the hem for his shirt and tugging on it to silently command him to remove it. He did, tugging the dark grey cotton above his head, before doing the same with her dress. She shivered as his hands traced the length of her torso, dipping down to his neck as soon as her hands were out of the red sleeves. Jerome gasped as her lips trailed fleeting butterfly kisses down his neck, stopping to suck where her hands hand been before.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he asked quietly, as if he were afraid his voice would shatter her. His arms trailed from her thighs to loop around her, pressing her closer to him. “So gorgeous.” she smiled against his skin at the sincerity in his words.

“Aw thanks Valeska.” he grinned at her, reaching behind her and fumbling blindly with the clasp of her bra. She was about to reach to help him when there was an abrupt knocking at the door. She frowned and quirked her eyebrows in question to Jerome, both sat still, debating if whatever was on the other side was worth stopping what they were doing. The knock came again and Wendy froze when she recognized the voice demanded the opening of his door as her uncle’s.

“Shit.” they both said.

“Okay, fuck, can I go out the window?” Jerome frowned as she scrambled to put on her dress.

“Why? Are the police after you?” she laughed sarcastically.

“No, but I am related to two of them.” his eyebrows flew up, lips falling into a little ‘o’.

“Yeah, fuck, you can go out the window.” he said, snatching his shirt from the floor and hurrying to help her push the jammed window up. She paused when she had one leg out the window, looking at him with regret.

“So, will I see you again?” he grinned and pulled his shirt down all the way. He took her lips in a gentle kiss that ended far too soon.

“Oh Wendy, darling, I’ll just fly to your window.” she frowned at the non committal answer. He rolled his eyes. “I’ll find you before you leave, meet me at the carousel.” she nodded, giving his cheek a quick peck before swinging her other leg through the tiny hole and trying her best to land softly on the ground.

Carousel, carousel… where the fuck is the carousel?

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“Wendy!” his boyish voice shouted excitedly. “Wendy, where are you?” he called, wiping his fake tears away as he continued to search for a flash of her black curls, or hear the sadistic tinkling laughter he had come to love. He frowned at the carousel, hope of finding the girl vanishing. His shoulders slumped and he felt blind rage overtake him. “Fuck!” he yelled to no one, tossing his head back to stare at the same stars they had been looking at not two hours ago. He had barely managed to escape from Detective Gordon to see her, he felt the familiar prickle of real tears put pressure on his eyes. He wouldn’t actually cry, obviously. He hadn’t cried in years and he wasn’t about to start again, but the frustration and anger were building inside him beyond what he could handle. Jerome looked back to the carousel, almost hoping to see her, he didn’t. “What…?” he trailed off, seeing red liquid dripping down a purple horse’s leg. He approached slowly to investigate, curiosity overtaking him as he hurried over to the horse.

PETER PAN, CALL ME

He grinned wide, writing the number scrawled under her message on his arm. “Looks like I don’t have to fly to your window Wendy.” he muttered softly to himself, heart thumping in his chest in anticipation. He tugged his sleeve over his arm protectively and wandered back to Detective Gordon, an excuse for his absence already prepared as he made his eyes well up with tears again, even giving a heaving sob for good measure.

Chapter 3

MASTERLIST

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dangerousimagines · 8 years ago

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Joker x Reader

One-shots

Damaged - Imagine being the Jokers Queen. And weeks after being kidnapped and tortured, you’re finally brought back to him.

Dramatic - Imagine the Joker being dramatic after you go out without telling him.

Fame - Imagine being a writer for the Gotham Gazette and you try to get perfect picture of the Joker for your article, but you get caught.

Tease (NSFW)- Imagine spending a lustful evening with Mister J at the club

Weakness - Imagine returning home with the Joker after a run in with the Batman. The two of you start drinking and you can’t help but tease the green haired villain once you learn his weakness.

Sweet Valentine - It’s Valentines Day and you’re bitter that the Joker would rather have business meetings with Gotham’s criminals then spend time with you. So you find a way to keep him home.

The Last Time - Imagine being the Jokers wife who was killed by one of his enemies. Though he has Harley now, he still mourns you on the anniversary of your death.

You Don’t Own Me- One-shot based off of the song ‘You Don’t Own Me’.

For Her - Imagine having a child with the Joker but constantly getting into arguments in front of her.

A Set-up - Imagine going with the Joker to a warehouse for a business deal. You try to convince him not to go through with it but he ignores you and you end hurt.

You’re Not Real - You’re just an ordinary girl, writing fanficions on your laptop and obsessing over the new movie ‘Suicide Squad’. After going to see it for the third time, you end up going home with Gotham’s most dangerous criminal, who shouldn't even exist.

Run Away - You’re fed up with the Joker’s bullshit so you turn yourself in and are taken to Belle Reve.

Go Away - Imagine being the new inmate at Arkham Asylum. Its not long before you gain the attention of Clown Prince of Crime, but to his shock, you want nothing to do with him.

Surprising - Imagine your the Jokers new girlfriend. Everything is going fine until Harley tries to get revenge, little does she know that your a force to be reckoned with.

First Kicks - Imagine being pregnant with the Jokers child and in the middle of one of his business deals both of you get excited when the baby starts kicking.

Enough - Imagine the Joker finding out that your self-harming.

Interview - Imagine being a writer and your boss wants you to write an article about the Joker, no matter how dangerous it could be.

Unbreakable - Imagine being a professional torturer and being hired to torture the Joker. After being unable to break him, you realize that you’re falling for him.

Newlyweds - Imagine being married to a sane Joker and being pregnant.

Little Birdie - You’re the adoptive-daughter of Bruce Wayne. Despite your rebellious attitude, you do what you can to appease him and Gotham, even if you have to fight by his side. One night at a party, you’re taken by the Joker and he sees to use you as a weapon.

Hurt Me - Imagine being a ordinary girl and being kidnapped by the Joker. He tortures you and after awhile he starts to realize that he is falling in love with you.

One Kiss - Imagine being the new psychiatrist at Arkham. You become good friends with Harley and one night asks you to take over her session with the Joker. He ends up taking interest in you and plans to take you with him when he escapes.

Drugged - Imagine going to the Jokers club and almost getting drugged.

Mine - Imagine the Joker being protective of you and not being happy when Harley tries to kill you.

Missing You - Imagine getting into a argument with the Joker and it ending with you leaving him. But after a few weeks, he shows up at your door injured and you decide to take care of him.

Only You - Imagine being the Jokers girl and becoming best friends with Frost because he always keeps you company when the Joker is busy. One day, Joker gets angry and accuses you of being in love with Frost.

Sorry - Imagine being the Jokers Lover and he finds out that you’ve been raped by one of his henchmen.

What I want - Imagine being Ricks little sister and working as a doctor at Belle Reve. When the Joker is finally captured, he’s brought there by your brother. He warns you not to fall for anything the Joker says, but what will happen when you fall for Clown Prince of Crime?

The Deal - Imagine being the Jokers girlfriend, you’re kidnapped and tortured. To make it all stop, all the Joker has to do is turn himself in to Arkham Asylum and give up his freedom forever. Regardless of what happens, there is going to be a lot of pain

Forget You - Imagine getting in an argument with the Joker. In his anger, you get hurt and end up with amnesia. Will your memory come back? Will you forgive him?

Take Me Away - Imagine being an inmate in Arkham Asylum and seducing your new blue-eyed doctor to help you escape.”

The Real You - Chubby!Reader x Joker

Dress Up - Imagine your a mob bosses daughter, super shy and innocent. The Joker ends up kidnapping you to get your father.

Family Matters (Daughter! Reader) - Imagine being the Jokers daughter. Because of him, you have power and money but it all comes with a price. You don’t want to be evil like your father. The only chance you have is to team up with Jokers biggest adversary, the Batman.

Me Time - Imagine trying to have some alone time but the Joker doesn’t know the meaning of space

Distress - Imagine almost losing your baby when a deal goes wrong and it causing the Joker to go crazy.

The Cure - Imagine being poisoned and the Joker never leaving your side as you both wait for the cure.

Just Go - Imagine the Joker breaking up with you because he wants to keep you safe. Only to have you get kidnapped anyway.

The Watcher - Your life changes after a bank robbery sends you into the arms of Gothams most dangerous criminal. Little do you know, he's had his eyes on you for awhile.

Favorite Doctor - Imagine being Harley’s psychiatrist and the two of you have become really good friends. When the Joker finally comes to rescue her, she refuses to leave without you.

Uneasy Phobias - Just a normal movie night with Mister J, until you notice the growing storm outside.

Strictly Business - Imagine being the princess of a large crime family. One day your brother is murdered, leaving you traumatized and growing to be heartless. You follow lead after lead until you finally learn the name of the name who killed your sibling. But you can’t go after him alone, you’re going to need help.

#masterlist #fanfiction #joker x reader

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