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Making a name for herself in the slums of gotham city was simple, but what happens when she ends up on the radar of the infamous clown prince of crime.
The Phantom of Gotham ; A Leto Joker Fanfiction. *ongoing if requested
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41. Happy Birthday, Slut - Joker
*Synopsis: It’s Athena’s 19th birthday, it’s also been a complete year since she ran away with the Joker after he killed her abusive father. The Joker wants to make the day special for Athena, wants her to have a good birthday since it’s been awhile. And her birthday present…he’s got something special planned for that.*
*Warning: nsfw, 18+, dumbification, degradation, praising, rough sex, choking, restraints, legal age gap, daddy kink, semi-public sex, whatever else you wanna consider a warning lol.*
*A/N: just a reminder that I’ve changed the character name to Athena bc I had my daughter five months ago and named her Paisley.*
*Athena’s p.o.v*
Rays of sunlight pierced through a crack in the black curtains that covered the large panel glass windows in the room. I groaned, stretching my bed over the black, silk sheets. The Joker wasn’t lying beside me but that was normal most days, he was probably down in his study or something. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before throwing my legs over the side of the bed. I flinched when I touched the cold floor. The floor was always so cold, I really needed to get some slippers.
I push myself up and head to the master bathroom, turning the light on. I turned on the hot water before slipping out of my silk nightgown. It slipped off my body with ease, then I took off my underwear and climbed inside. Hot water cascaded down my small frame, soaking my hair as I rinsed off. I grabbed my loofah and washed my body, then moved on to washing my hair. After my shower, I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, dried off then wrapped it around me before grabbing another towel to dry my hair.
As I walked out, I noticed the bed was remade and there was an outfit sitting out on the comforter. I looked around the room but didn’t see anyone. Either Mister J or one of his henchmen, Frost, did this. I walked over to the outfit and looked at it. It was a short sleeve, red dress with white polka dots and a low v-neck; it was also thigh high and I was sure if I bent over it would live zero to the imagination. There were a pair of white platform pumps that were absolutely gorgeous, a pair of ruby red earrings, and a small white handbag. It was a lovely outfit. I threw it on before going back into the bathroom where I straightened my hair and did my makeup.
My heels clicked against the marbled floor of the house as I walked down the stairs and headed towards Mister J’s study. Frost was just coming out when I arrived.
“Good morning, Frost.”
He looked at me and smiled. “Good morning, Athena.”
“Is Mister J in?”
He nodded his head before opening the door and letting me inside. I thanked him as he closed the door. Sitting behind his desk, Mister J was scribbling some stuff down on some papers; he looked up when he heard my heels. A grin stretched across his painted red lips.
“Ah, good morning, darling.”
He stood up from his chair and approached me, his tattooed hands immediately finding my hips. I smiled at him.
“Good morning, Mister J.”
Mister J leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss against my lips.
“Happy birthday,” he added against my lips.
My eyes widened, I couldn’t believe I had forgotten my own birthday. I giggled and touched his chest, my fingertips grazing over the opening of his blood red, button up shirt as well as the ink on his pale skin. He watched me.
“I’d completely forgotten,” I laughed.
Mister J laughed too, his fingers touching my face before his fingers gripped my chin and he crammed his lips onto mine. He kissed me for what felt like forever but when he pulled away it felt like the kiss had barely been there.
“Have you had breakfast yet, birthday girl?”
I shook my head “no.” He took my hand in his and led me out of the study down to the kitchen. I smiled as he looked at me.
“You look stunning in your new outfit, darling.” Mister J said.
“Thank you.”
In the kitchen, Mister J gestured for me to sit down on the barstool before he started making me breakfast. I watched him cook, it was rare for him to be in the kitchen making our own meals. He’d normally tell one of the cooks to do it.
“Well, aren’t I special,” I giggled
“You are special, darlin’.” He grinned.
When breakfast was cooked, Mister J placed my plate in front of me and stood behind me with his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder. The food looked amazing. He had made me waffles with fresh blueberries and strawberries on them, scrambled eggs because he knows I hate runny yolk, and some breakfast sausage. It was absolutely perfect.
“You aren’t going to eat?” I asked him, shoving a bite of egg in my mouth.
He grinned and shook his head, “no, I’ll be saving my appetite for later this evening.”
I was about to ask him what he meant but then his hands squeezed my exposed thighs. I knew exactly what he wanted, it’s what I’ve been wanting too. Mister J and I hadn’t had sex the entire time we were together and that was because he had been so busy with so many things that he was tired. That and I was a virgin, so the thought of having sex immediately after we just got together didn’t seem appealing to me. I had been afraid that after I gave him what he wanted, he’d leave. But after awhile, I longed for him to touch every part of my body, to feel his cock inside my cunt, and the sounds he would make while he was fucking me.
Mister J tapped on my head. I hadn’t realized I had froze in deep thought.
“What’s running through that pretty, little head of yours, Athena?” He grinned.
I chewed the remainder of the egg in my mouth before swallowing it. I turned and looked at him, our blue eyes staring into each other. God, he was handsome, no one could convince me otherwise.
“Do you think that we could…uhm…” God this was embarrassing to ask for.
Mister J watched me intently, waiting for me to say what I was gonna say. I gulped, feeling my cheeks turn red.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Mister J teased, “Can’t give you what you want if you don’t use those pretty words of yours.”
A tease. He was a ginormous tease. He knew exactly what I wanted.
“Can we…can we please…please don’t make me say it.”
“Oh, well then you must not really want it.”
Asshole.
Mister J kissed my neck and I shivered as I felt him move along my neck. His hands squeezed my thighs and I moaned. He chuckled.
“Mister J,” I whimpered, “I need you.”
“Need me to what, darlin’?”
“N-need you to fuck me.”
He grinned wider than I have ever seen. He was waiting for this day just as much as I was. I bit my bottom lip and he stared longingly. He chuckled and looked at me.
“I sure can, but you’ll have to wait for tonight after all the fun birthday things we do. Now eat your breakfast, you’ll need the energy for what I have in store for you.”
Mister J walked away from me and headed off probably back to his office. I huffed. He was really making me wait until the end of the day, that was totally rude. I sighed and started finishing my breakfast. After I was done eating, I cleaned my dishes even though the cook insisted that she would do it. I shooed her away, telling her she does enough for me already. When I was finished cleaning my dishes, I headed to a different part of the house but was stopped by Frost.
“Miss Athena,” he said, “Mister J has asked me to tell you to go out to the car, he’ll be waiting for you there.”
“Oh? Are we going to his club?” I asked.
“No, he has something different planned.”
Frost didn’t say another word to me, he just walked away. I tilted my head and went outside to find Mister J waiting in his purple lamborghini. I approached the car, Mister J pushed the passenger’s side open for me like normal and I climbed in, closing the door.
“Ready, princess?”
“Where are we going?” I asked, curiously.
“Thought you might like to go shopping, get yourself whatever you want. You don’t really spend a lot of my money, so I figured this might be a treat. I’ll go with you so I can make sure you’re actually spending a lot.”
“You want me to spend a lot?” I asked, with wide eyes.
“Sweetheart, if it doesn’t say you spent the length of a phone number, I’ll be quite annoyed.”
My eyes widened. He wanted me to spend that much money. I did the math in my head and gasped.
“But the size of a phone number is like a billion dollars.”
“Exactly.”
Mister J started driving towards Gotham. He asked which store I’d like to go to first. I looked down at my phone wondering how the hell I was going to spend a billion dollars or if he was just exaggerating and I didn’t actually have to spend a billion. I perked up. This phone was the same phone I had since I moved to Gotham, Frost had picked it up when he went to get my belongings and kidnap my dad.
“I would like a new phone, if that’s okay.”
“‘Course it’s okay!” He laughed before driving me to a phone store.
People in Gotham didn’t really pay any attention to anyone unless they were being robbed or some other criminal act was being performed, mainly violence. So I wasn’t shocked when Mister J walked around the phone store with me, our hands clasped together, and no one jumped to call the police. I was looking at all the phones that they had on the floor while the Joker watched me. Finally I picked an Iphone 13 in a pink color. The Joker paid for it and we headed back to his lamborghini. For the remainder of the day, Mister J took me shopping at various different stores before taking me out to dinner later that evening. The restaurant he took me to was absolutely stunning. There was a chandelier directly above the entire restaurant that illuminated a soft glow over all the tables. Mister J and I were escorted to a VIP section so that neither one of us could be bothered. I was staring at all of the beautifully, expensive art that hung on the walls, the mahogany brown color that mixed with the egg shell white. The restaurant was gorgeous. We sat down and the waitress came in to take our order. Mister J ordered himself a large steak and I ordered myself a grilled chicken salad. I looked at Mister J.
“Thank you, for all of this today.”
“You’re welcome but the day’s not over and I’ve got one more thing for you.”
He had a mischievous grin on his face and I felt my heart rate speed up. He knew what he was doing, that asshole. Our food came and we started eating while chatting about random things. I couldn’t keep my eyes from staring at him. He was handsome. From his green hair, to his ruby red lips, to his tattoos, and his muscular body. God, he wasn’t just handsome, he was sexy. I slowly chewed my food, it tasted good but I didn’t want it right now. Mister J looked up from his steak.
“You alright, darling?” He asked, grinning.
I didn’t answer him, I just stood up and walked over to him. I climbed into his lap and he looked at me, a grin stretched across his ruby red lips. I smiled back.
“Someone couldn’t wait, hm? Impatient little thing.”
“How can I wait when you’re sitting across from me looking so good,” I point out.
“Well who can argue there, doll?” He laughed, his hands moving to my hips, rubbing small circles against my exposed skin, “I can’t keep my eyes off you either.”
���Then why are we waiting?” I whispered seductively in his ear.
Mister J ran his hands down my hips to my exposed thighs. I shivered from his touch, my eyes wandering down his exposed chest. He always wore his shirts slightly unbuttoned, giving me a perfect view of his pretty, tattooed chest. I was getting so tired of fantasizing about him fucking his cock into me while I touched myself, I needed it. I ran my fingers down his chest before I started unbuttoning his shirt exposing more of his skin. I sighed softly as I leaned down and peppered his tattooed chest with kisses, leaving behind a trail of dusky rose lipstick against his pale skin. Mister J groaned. That sent a shiver up my spine. I loved how deep his groans were even if I’ve only ever heard them when he was frustrated with his work or someone was pissing him off. This was different, this was a groan of pleasure that I was giving him.
“Like that?” I asked, my eyelashes fluttering as I looked up at him.
His hand went to my throat while his other stayed on my thigh. I grin as he moves closer to me.
“You know I do, doll.”
His grip on my thigh and my throat tighten just a little bit; not enough to hurt me but enough so he was holding me tight. I could feel my cunt practically drooling. Mister J slammed his lips against mine and we kissed feverishly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I moaned, his tongue running over my bottom lip before slipping it into my mouth. He tasted like steak, obviously, but I could also taste expensive scotch, smoke from his cigars, and just…him. I moaned as I grinded my hips against him, my aching cunt desperate for some type of friction. I was sure I was leaving behind a wet spot on his pants but he didn’t seem to mind. He moved his lips from mine and started kissing and sucking on my neck. I moaned again, my movements becoming rougher as I felt his hard cock through his pants.
“So pretty,” he whispered before he lifted my dress revealing my black, lacy panties. He grinned softly. “Look at you. All ready, wrapping yourself all pretty for me.”
I moaned at his words. He grinned and pushed my dress up more until it was completely off of my body. My black, lacy bra being revealed. He growled, his eyes darkening in desire and lust. He pulled me closer to him, his lips attaching to my own. His tongue ran over my mouth and he groaned. I gasped as he squeezed my breast, my eyes rolling back as I filled his bulge pressed against my cunt.
“Mister J…”
“Ah,” he interrupted, “what’s my name?”
“Daddy,” I corrected; his grin stretching further across his face.
“What can daddy do for you?”
“Fuck me.”
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he grips my breast again and I moan. He held me close to his body, his piercing blue eyes staring into my lust filled eyes.
“Such a dirty slut wanting me to fuck you in this restaurant,” he grinned, “you like the idea of the waiter coming back in here seeing me stuff your sweet little pussy, huh?”
His words made my cunt even more wet. I moaned and nodded my head. Whatever got me railed sooner. Mister J pulled me off his lap, making me stand up. He got to his feet too, unclipping my bra with one hand, my breast fully exposed as he tied my wrist behind me back with my bra. The fabric was tight against my skin but I liked it. Once my hands were secured behind my back, Mister J pushed me down to my knees. His shirt was still unbuttoned, but not completely off; he unbuckles his belt and pulls it off before setting it down on his seat. I watched him with doe eyes as he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. It’s already hard and standing at attention, the tip of his cock already leaking with precum. Drool slips past my lips and he grins.
“Open wide for daddy, baby.”
I don’t even hesitate or think about it, I just open my mouth. He guides his cock into my mouth and I moan as he fills my mouth. He moves his hips slowly, his cock moving in and out of my mouth each thrust getting rougher and rougher as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. Mister J groans as he grabs my head pushing himself deeper into my mouth. I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes, my hands struggling in the restraints he had me in. It was my bra so you’d think the fabric would be easily tearable but not for me. Mister J growled.
“That’s it, baby, suck daddy’s cock.”
The back of my throat made squelching noises as he fucked my face. I felt tears stream down my face but I was enjoying every moment of it. I ran my tongue over every inch of his cock, groaning as I felt every vein that decorated his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this.”
I moaned around him. Mister J grunted before pulling me off his dick, I started gasping for air. He turns me around and pushes the food onto the floor before pushing me down on the table, my back facing him but my ass out. He grabs the fabric of my panties and rips them off, tearing the fabric easily. I moan. He kneeled down and pulled my ass cheeks apart, my eyes rolling back as he gave himself a perfect view of both my cunt and my asshole. Mister J spits on my pussy before devouring it, his tongue and mouth slurping and licking at my soaked cunt. I moaned, pressing my head against the table as he ate me out. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he nipped my clit.
“Oh fucking god,” I moan out, I grip the side of the table.
Mister J keeps eating me out, his tongue pushing into my cunt. I tighten around his tongue and he growls. I try to move my hands but can’t. My legs started shaking and I knew I was about to cum.
“Daddy,” I moaned out, “I’m gonna c-cum.”
Mister J moved his mouth from my cunt, his chin dripping with my juices. He rubbed my clit harshly, the sound of my arousal echoing in the room mixing with both our heavy breathing. I moaned more as he looked up at me, grinning.
“Come on, baby, cum for daddy.”
“Oh fuck, cumming, daddy.”
My knees buckled as I came hard, my eyes rolling back as a silent scream left my lungs. When I was done cumming, Mister J stood up and picked me up and placed me on the table, spreading my legs. I was still panting from the previous orgasm. Mister J spit on his cock before rubbing it over it and positioning himself in front of my pussy. I propped myself up the best I could so I could see him shove his cock inside me. I moaned as he pushed himself inside me, his cock stretching me out to his width. Mister J groaned.
“Such a tight, fucking pussy, doll.”
“Yeah, daddy?” I moan, he nods his head as he starts moving his hips faster and harder. I groan as he pounds into my cunt. Mister J reached his hand up and grabbed my throat and squeezed tightly as he fucked me. His hips moved at an animalistic speed, the table shaking back and forth, his hand on my throat was the only thing that kept me on the table.
“Holy shit,” I moaned, “you’re so f-fucking deep.”
Mister J grinned as he continued to fuck himself into me. I fall back on the table, my hands still secured behind my back. With each thrust, my breast bounced. Mister J leaned down and sucked on one of my nipples, the speed of his hips never faltering.
“Such a stupid whore,” Mister J growled roughly, sweat collecting on his body. My own body glistened with a small film of sweat. Mister J grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder allowing him to go deeper. My eyes rolled back and drool started spilling from my lips and collecting on the table I was one. Mister J watched me, a grin on his face as he continued to move his hips roughly. My heart was hammering inside my chest as adrenaline and pleasure soaked every inch of my nerves. I couldn’t focus on anything else, just the way he cock stretched me out and the sounds coming from my wet cunt each time he drilled himself into me.
“Look at that,” Mister J grinned, “now we’re getting somewhere.”
My entire body was buzzing and I was approaching my climax once again. I moaned and arched my back the best I could with my hands behind my back. The fabric of my bra rubbed my wrist raw but I didn’t care.
“G-gonna cum,” I managed to pant out.
“Panting?” The Joker laughed, “like a bitch in heat. You wanna cum, doll, beg me for it.”
His words were so lewd, it was only gonna get more intense from here. I moaned and looked up at Mister J the best I could through teary eyes. I wasn’t crying from pain, but from pleasure.
“Please, daddy, wanna cum.” I whimper.
He laughs. “You can do better than that, baby. Beg daddy and I’ll let you make a pretty mess on my cock.”
“Daddy!” I moaned louder as he rubbed my clit at the same time as he fucked me, “f-fuck, please, please let me cum. Need it, need it so fucking bad. Wanna cum, please, please.” I didn’t care if the words made sense or anything, I just needed to cum. Mister J reached down and grabbed by my neck with his free hand and yanked me closer to him, his cock still working its magic. I moaned again.
“Cum.” It was an order. Either I cum now or not at all. So I came hard all over his cock, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back. I might have looked like the main character from the exorcist. A scream was ripped from my lungs as my juices coated every inch of his cock, my pussy squeezing around him. He groaned too but didn’t stop. Instead, he pulled me up and sat down on his seat.
“Ride me.”
“T-tired.”
“Don’t think so, doll, you wanted to be an impatient brat, ride me.”
I moved myself up and down on his cock. His hands were on my hips as I bounced up and down. My hair bounced with the movement. My sweaty skin caused some strands to stick to me.
“That’s it. Ride daddy.”
“L-legs getting tired, daddy.”
Mister J looked up at me and smacked my face, not enough to physically cause me pain but enough to tell me that he didn’t care. He was right, I wanted this now and was too impatient to wait when I got home. There was a knock on the door and I covered my mouth. Mister J laughed and pulled my hand down.
“What is it?” He laughed.
The door opened and the waiter walked in. His eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw me riding the Joker’s cock. Mister J pulled me off of him and bent me over the table.
“W-was just coming to check on you two,” the waiter stuttered out, I could see the growing tent in his pants.
“Hold on a second, kid,” Mister J said, he removed one of his golden chains and wrapped it around my neck before pulling on it. Not tight but enough for the cool metal to dig into my hot skin. He slammed himself in from behind and I moaned out again. By now I knew, without actually seeing, that I was completely fucked out. The waiter’s eyes met mine, which were teary eyed and my eyeliner and mascara probably smudged to hell.
“See that, kid. This dumb whore likes that you’re watching her get fucked. Her pussy is practically suffocating my cock.”
The waiter couldn’t move or say anything, he just stood there and watched; his mouth slightly open.
“Oh my fucking…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence.
“What a dumb slut,” Mister J laughed, “gonna cum on my dick again in front of this man?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Then let’s see it baby. Give this man a show.”
I moaned louder this time as I came hard on his cock for the second time, this being a total of three orgasms in I don’t know how long. Were we here for an hour, two, maybe it was closing time and that’s why the waiter came to check on us. Mister J rubbed my clit quickly and I felt a different type of pressure before I released and ended up squirting for the first time.
“Ohhh, fuck,” I cry out.
In front of me, the waiter now had a wet spot on his pants meaning he probably came too. Mister J smacked my ass roughly before grabbing it and continued to fuck himself into me.
“Gonna breed this cunt, baby, ready?”
I nod vigorously, still moaning and panting. Mister J fucked himself into my cunt a few more times before he growled and released his cum into my pussy. My eyes rolled back as I felt his entire seed push all the way inside me, deep. Mister J rutted against me, groaning as he watched my greedy pussy take all his cum before he pulled out. He zips himself back up and looks at the waiter.
“Bring the check.”
“Y-yes sir.” The waiter ran off and Mister J helped me to my feet.
He untied my hands from my bra and grinned down at me.
“Get dressed doll, sorry about your panties and bra. Looks like you’ll have to walk out of here with my cum running down your leg.”
He wasn’t actually sorry but I didn’t mind. In fact, I moaned at the thought. He wrapped his arms around me.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart. Let’s get home so I can rough you up some more.”
I giggled and nodded as I got dressed. Mister J paid for the food that we didn’t eat, the waiter refused to make eye contact with either one of us, and we left. I was excited to see what more he had in store for me when we got home.
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The Joker Masterlist
I feel like I have enough fics to make this its own separate post, and I'll add the link to the masterlist instead :)
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THE JOKER (Heath Ledger)
We'll Laugh Together Masterlist
Til' Death Do Us Part Masterlist (Sequel)
Overprotective!Joker x Reader ✨️
Mistletoe ✨️
Don't Tell Me You're Jealous 🔞
Joker Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️
NSFW Alphabet 🔞
Rainbow Hair ✨️
100 Degree Adventures 🔞
Clumsy Bunny ✨️ | x reader ver.
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Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Valeska Twins) Part 1 | Part 2 🔞
Until We Meet Again ✨️ | x reader ver.
One More Time 🔞
Height Exceedment ✨️
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Death By Pleasure 🔞
Pre-Spray Jeremiah Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️
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Hey. Could I request a “dating joker would include…”? (Jared Leto’s joker)
thanks!!
hell yeah!! first im gonna send you over to this post if you haven't already seen it, but here are some other hcs i have for him:
dating leto!joker headcanons:
this man is VERY touchy. he likes knowing you're nearby, and even more so than that, likes knowing you're his
will absolutely use that to scare away anybody he thinks is making eyes at you
also very fond of giving you stuff. part of it is a possessive thing (a lot of things are, with him), knowing that you're wearing things he gave you, but he also likes giving you things he knows you'll like so you wear that pretty smile for him
he does love it when you smile. he thinks your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world
when he's asleep, he looks... peaceful, actually. the most peaceful you've ever seen him.
he kind of attaches to you like a koala when you're in the same bed at night. you could be on opposite sides of the bed to start out with but you WILL wake up with him all over you
a HUGE fan of the holding your face in his hands thing
not above sitting in your lap! this is the joker we're talking about, he is nothing if not flexible (in a couple different ways, my friend)
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Joker Masterlist
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MAIN MASTERLIST
Fluff🌺 Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️🔥
MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:
Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.
Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown
Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection
Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love
Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it
When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.
Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business
Having A Shower ❤️🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!
One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit
No Nut November ❤️🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.
ASKS
Taking Off Their S/O's Makeup 🌺(Could you do Duncan Vizla,the Joker and whoever else you’d like.)taking off their s/o makeup after they come from a nightout because they are too drunk to do it themselves 💛
Stress Test 🌺can i request Duncan Vizla, the Joker, Victor Creed and what would they do if they see their s/o down because they're stressed due exams?
DRABBLES FROM MY🧠
Leaving Legacy 🌩️the Joker is captured by Batman. Leaving Y/n, his girlfriend to hold up his legacy but what happens when a woman nudges herself between the criminal and the good girl turned mafia leader?
You Just Wrote Your Death Wish 🌺Y/n is taken by the Penguin and Joker is ready to collect
Lipstick Kisses🌺
Living On The Edge 🌺Dating the Joker had its ups and downs, some would say more downs...
Waves 🌩️ J doesn't like waves
Surrounded In Gold🌩️🌺
The Queen Of Gotham🌺
Purple Coat🌺
PICTURE IMAGINE
Joker stealing the world’s rarest and most expensive diamonds as a surprise for you🌺
Joker Looking At You🌺
#joker x reader#joker smut#suicide squad joker#joker fanfiction#suicide squad x reader#suicide squad joker imagine#suicide squad imagine#jared leto joker imagine#jared leto x reader#jared leto imagine#justice leauge imagine
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Hiiii 😘 I wanted to request a one shot of Jared Leto joker like a fluffy/smut? Thanks a ton mwah 😽
HELLO! SORRY FOR REPLYING SO LATE BUT I DIDN'T GET THE NOTIFICATION!❤️
Also, I did proof read but I'm not sure I caught every mistake. So PLEASE forgive me!!!😭😭🙏🏻
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Jared Leto-Joker one shot!
warnings: first person one shot, fluff, smut, f reader, choking kink, PiV, cumming inside, public sex, pet names, mentions of wanting to harm someone, mentions of dead. I think that's all.
"My boss has been acting like a dick all week, just because I sent a wrong email to one of his employees, you know. He's really frustrating, this morning I got told to reorganize every. single. folder. where we keep our clients informations, and we have tons of clients I'm still halfway through them and he said that if I don't finish before this evening he'll fire me."
I told my boyfriend through the phone what my boss has been acting like all week and he seemed more pissed than me.
"I'll deal with him baby, don't think about it. He won't even dare to look at you."
He said to me. I thanked him with a "I love you" and we ended the call.
I tried to distract myself from the thoughts of this morning but that's just nonsense, how could anyone be so crazy. I enter the bathroom and turn on the hot water in my tub, waiting for it to fill. In the meantime I go to my closet and pick out a cute little tube latex dress and a pair of high heels.
"I wanna go to J's club tonight, I don't wanna stay here while the rest of Gotham is living its best night life." I say to myself while entering the tub and letting my muscles finally relax.
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As soon as I arrive at the club I'm greeted by Frost, J's right hand, who takes me to the VIP room.
"Y/n would you like something to drink? I'll go call a waiter. Mister J is dealing with some stuff but he'll be back in a couple of minutes. I hope waiting here for him won't be a problem." Told me Frost before exiting the room and leaving me alone in the room.
I hear a buzz and look at my notifications, it's a text from my boss.
"Good evening Y/n, I went into your office to check your work with those folders I told you to reorganize and noticed that you're not even halfway through them. As previously promised, don't bother yourself to return."
I stared at the text my boss has just sent me, unable to react or to reply. I slowly pick at my skin trying to think about an excuse just to keep my job but none of the options seem to be the perfect one. I didn't notice J entering the room and when I felt a hand on my thigh I almost jumped out of fear.
"What happened?" He asked me worried.
"My boss just texted me, look" And I hand him my phone.
He reads the text and locks his jaw.
"He's a fucking dickhead you know? How could anyone finish reorganizing all those folders alone in a day?" He asked rhetorically.
"As I said earlier, I'll deal with him. He won't ever bother you again." He said while cuddling me.
"I don't wanna lose my job though. I really liked being a journalist assistant, writing about you on the newspapers." I said and he laughed, caressing my hair and knees.
"You don't have to work. I can give you everything you could want. We could stay at home together all day everyday." He said kissing my on the cheek and leaving red lipstick marks.
"I wanna be an indipendent woman J, I don't want you to maintain me." I say straddling him and playing with the hair on the back of his head.
"Mhh you turn me on so much when you act so mature, like you don't need anyone to go on with your life." He places his hands on my hips, leaning in for a kiss that I swiftly dodge.
"You're a tease, my love. You shouldn't thank me by avoiding me" he says to me with a smile while looking into my eyes.
"Sorry, I just don't want your clients to see us. There are just these curtains separating this room from the lobby. I'm embarrassed." I say almost hiding in his muscular arms.
He laughs and starts to lift my dress from my hips.
"If they dare to say anything, I'll get them buried alive. Let's give them a show, darling." And with that he completely takes off my dress, leaving me just in thong and heels.
"Look at you! So pretty for me. You're beautiful." He says, a hand coming to my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.
He starts to make out with me and I just can't resist so I start to grind on him. He grunts and puts his other hand on my hip guiding me back and forth, pressing me on his bulge.
I take a look at the lobby and see some clients looking at us, they're molty men and I can see them adjusting their pants to hide the growing erection they're having. That made something in me unlock and I stepped away from J, giving him a strip show.
I undressed myself (well, I just took off my thong and heels actually), folded my panties and put them in his shirt's pocket. He looked attentively at me getting closer again and starting to undress him, first his shirt making sure to caress his nipples, then his pants and boxers.
His cock bounced up and rested on his lower tummy, its tip already leaking precum and I couldn't do anything but stare at it with a hungry look.
"Do you wanna have a taste, baby?" He looked at me, arms resting on the headrest of the sofa and legs spread. I didn't think twice and kneeled in front of him, taking it in one hand and licking it from the base to the tip, staring into his eyes.
He took a handful of my hair and put it in a ponytail kinda hairstyle, keeping it still with one hand. I took his tip in my mouth, starting to suck and feeling the taste of his precum already, and I started to go down until his tip was past my ugula and my breathing was restricted.
"Good girl, sucking me so good" I moaned at his words and that made him shudder because he felt the vibration through my throat. I started to bob my head up and down doing a circular motion and it didn't take long for him to cum down my throat.
"Mhh you're such a good girl, swallowing all my cum." He took my chin between his fingers and pulled me in for a kiss, he could taste himself on my tongue and that made him groan.
I took his cock and slid it through my folds and positioned myself on top of it, letting his cock stretch my walls with every centimeter entering.
Once he was fully inside him he grabbed my hips and started making me bounce up and down, slamming ferociously on his cock, grunting I could feel his tip touching my cervix as I was moaning screaming his name, at this point I didn't even care about his clients I just could think about his cock and how good he was fucking me dumb.
"You like being fucking ruthless huh? This pussy belongs to me, doll. Remember it. I'm the best you've ever had. I will never leave you." I wanted to reply and tell him he was true but I couldn't form a singular word except the moan that came naturally out of my mouth.
The knot in my stomach was tightening and my walls were spasming around him. "Baby I'm about to cum." He said and with a few more pumps he was filling me up with his semen.
He stayed a bit inside me and then pulled out, he took me in his arms and made me rest on his chest. He called Frost and told him to bring a blanket and tell all the clients to go away.
"I love you baby, I won't let anyone else disrespect you." He told me kissing my forehead.
"I love you too J, thank you for what you for always protecting me. I will never leave you."
He did as he was told and brought us the blanket. J put it on us and we fell asleep in eachothers embrace.
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THE END!!
I hope u like it pookie😭🫶🏻
#jared leto#joker suicide squad#joker#gotham city#oneshot#f reader#female#fluff#smut#fyp#he's so hot#i'm feral for this man#i love joker from suicide squad guys he's soooo hot#mwah#<3#🫶🏻#ily
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#the nightmare before christmas#tnbc#jared leto#nightmare before christmas#lego#lock shock and barrel#lego sets#suicide squad#memes#jared leto joker#legos
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The thing that I hate the most about Jared Leto's Joker is that he was completely butchered. It's not the writers' fault. It's Leto's. He improvised most of his scenes. I get that it was supposed to be apart of Harley's origins, but not once did Joker mention Batman. Leto's Joker isn't obsessed with Bruce. He's more obsessed with Harley than his lifelong enemy/boyfriend. That fucking sucks, because it also took away the fact that Harley always wanted Joker's approval up until their break up
#wayleska#batjokes#bruce wayne#jeremiah valeska#gotham#suicide squad#i'm calling every joker jeremiah from now on#except those with names#jared leto's joker is the worst one yet#ranting#rant post
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#harley quinn cartoon#dccomics#dcu#dceu#batman#jokerharley#harleyjoker#ivyharley#harleyivy#the batman 2004#suicide squad#margot robbie#jared leto
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Joker and Harley | flashbacks
#joker and harley#suicide squad#Joker#harley quinn#jared leto#margot robbie#suicide squad 2016#movie screencaps#movie scenes#movieedit
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Can I request a Leto!Joker where I have powers (telekinesis) and save J from someone who wants to hurt him but I over use them which causes me to pass out but he catches me in his arms and he carries me to our shared room and he starts to panic about what happened and he stays with me until I wake up (you can add the rest) (we are husband and wife) thank u :)
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Pairing: Husband!Jared!Joker x Wife!Fem!reader
(i used she/her pronouns since you said wife, but if you want me to change them tell me, also it's just a one shot I'm sorry, let me know if you wanted headcanons or something else).
Warnings: use of pet names, light swearing, fainting, mention of guns/weapons, mention of Batman, mention/description of blood, mention of death, mention being worried about someone well being (does that really need a warning(?)), Hurt/comfort, tiny bit of toxic relationship and as usual Joker is his own warning, let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Batman almost catches your husband, almost is the key word.
A/n: I'm sorry this took me so long. AHHHH im SO excited! My first request!! I'll try my best, and i hope you don't mind the fact that i made it start in the car like the scene in 'Suicide Squad', feel free to critizice (obv in a constructive way). Let me know if there are any grammatical errors. Enjoy!
Not really proofreaded 😅
Faster.
That was the only thing in your mind as your husband drived the purple Lamborghini on the road.
You needed to get that stupid bat off of your car. "He's gonna ruin our date night!" You screamed, your anniversary night was gonna be ruined and it was all his fault! You pointed your gun at the ceilieng of the car and fired at it a couple of times, letting your anger out.
The joker near you laughed, a stressed laugh. You knew what that meant. Sooner or later something, or worst someone will blow up.
So you decided to take care of the situation in an even more aggressive way. It was risky to say the least, but extreme problems require extreme solutions, and oh if Batman was a fucking problem.
So you taked a deep breath and cleared your mind (as much as you could with the Clown losing the last bit of sanity he had in the driver seat) and visualized the annoying bat being throwed under your car.
Suddendly all the noises stopped, then a loud 'bang' could be heard and you saw Batman flying rigth on the car windscreen leaking blood over it.
You did it!!
Joker clapped his hands "My good Darling! He got what he deserved! Death to the bat! Death to the bat!" He singed sang, but it sounded muffled, oh so muffled...
The only thing on your mind was a drop. 'tic tic tic' (a/n: does this make sense?)
You looked down and saw your hands covered in blood, your nose was bleesdng... Your eyes felt heavy, the last thing you heard was your name, Joker was calling you. Then it all went black.
Joker on the other hand did not excpect you to faint. It was unplanned, and he even if he loved surprises he didn't love having you in this state.
If we're being honest, at first he was tempted to leave you there (a/n: for me the story finishes like this :) but a request is a request lol) but then a voice, one of the too many in his head, told him not to do it, that he needed you, even if he didn't really know for what... So he drived to his mansion, every now and then checking on you.
Once in your shared bedroom he layed you on the bed.
Joker started to genuinely feel concerned for you, almost an hour as passed and you still weren't awake.. His pretty toy can't die, not if he doesn't want she to do so at least.
He then decided to lay down near you, for the first time in his life he felt a little scared, the voices in his head getting loud, he could hear them scream, scream that you had to wake up, that you couldn't leave him, that he-
He suddendly turned his head to look at his pet, who had now opened her eyes.
you tried to talk but he stopped you, he just wanted to held you on his chest. You didn't dare to discontent him by moving. Not wanting to miss the chance to have some affection since he rarely initiated it, you ignored your headache and relaxed into his touch.
Ironically the place where you felt the most safe were the place where everyone else felt the most scared.
#batman#jared leto#dc joker#one shot#Fluff#Jared Joker#X reader#dcmultiverse#suicide squad#the suicide squad#harley quinzel#harley quinn#wife reader#fem reader
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38. Joker - A Love Story For The Books
* Warning: powers/abilities, murder, torture, kind of follows the storyline of Harley Quinn. *
* Synopsis: Even with your telekinetic powers, you’ve always wanted to remain normal to the world and what better way to be normal than to become a psychiatrist like your older sister, Harleen Quinzel. What you didn’t expect was to ever sit in on one of her sessions with the Joker, and neither did Harleen who had done everything in her power to keep you and him away from each other for your own safety. With your new found infatuation with the criminal clown and his amusing interest in you, what could possibly go wrong? Or right, in your opinion. *
Harleen’s dull gray heels drummed against the cold concrete that the two of you were currently walking on. The sound of her heels were accompanied by her flipping through pages on her clipboard. It had been almost thirty minutes since your older sister had spoken a single word to you but you could hear the slow huffs of her breathing as she grumbled in frustration. Harleen wasn’t angry with you, no, in fact she was more worried about you than anything; instead, she was pissed off at her boss who assigned you to her side today knowing that she was working with the Joker. Even though Harleen was seething with frustration, worry, and anger, you were ecstatic. You were tired of the same old same old everyday and you swore if you had to listen to another person talk about something that lacked any real interest again, you might actually blow your own head up. Of course you understood that not every crazy case was going to be off the walls in terms of interest but because of Harleen’s persistent worry for you in this field of work, she’d made it her life’s mission to keep you with all the snooze fest patients.
You were so lost in your rambling thoughts you hadn’t noticed Harleen had stopped until you smacked right into her. A yelp left your dusty rose lips as you quickly drew your hand up to your nose that was now throbbing in pain.
“A warning next time would be great,” you grumbled.
“Sorry,” she replied shortly, “Now listen up, okay. Whatever he says in there, you can’t listen to him. He’s going to make up some sad story about his childhood, it’s fake so don’t fall for it.”
Your eyebrow arched up quizzically, “Then why do you let him tell you something if you know it’s false?”
“Because you learn more from the patients who lie.”
Harleen didn’t say another word before placing her keycard against the lock. There was a quiet chime before the red light switched to a green light, then the sound of metal scraping against metal abused your ears as the lock came undone. The noise was so loud, you almost flinched. When the noise subsided, Harleen pulled the door open and walked inside, leaving the door open so that you could go inside too.
On the inside of this cell it was like any other cell here; there was a single bed sitting in the corner of the room with a thin mattress that didn’t even have a sheet on it; a small, paper thin blanket for them to cover up with laid folded at the end of it as if it had never been used before; in the opposite corner was a desk attached to the wall with a singular, shitty chair for sitting at. Other than those things, the room was pretty bare but most of them were. Occasionally there would be a few patients who had wall art hanging up from their family members or from themselves but it was rare.
As Harleen made her way to the rickety chair in the corner to sit down at, you finished closing the door, waiting for the lock to click. Through the window there were two guards standing at their post which was protocol when a psychiatrist entered a room with any of the patients; they were all criminally insane and at any point in time they could do something to cause harm.
There wasn’t another chair for you to sit in, so you ended up standing beside Harleen. Your eyes had been so busy everywhere else you’d failed to see the Joker sitting at the edge of his bed completely swaddled in a straight jacket. His icy blue eyes pierced right through you causing you to swallow hard on the build up of saliva collecting in your mouth. Harleen’s pen clicking was what helped you to switch your gaze away from him but you could still feel him looking at you.
“Dr. Quinzel,” the Joker purred, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. And I see you’ve brought a lovely guest. What’s your name, doll?”
You didn’t get a chance to answer because your sister did for you.
“You’ll address her by Dr. Quinzel too, Joker,” Harleen stated promptly, not even looking up from her clipboard.
“Two Dr. Quinzels!” He hollered delightfully, “Aren’t I the lucky one?”
When Harleen didn’t reply to his outburst, you gave him a small smile.
“I’m her younger sister,” you added, “Y/N.”
“Y/N Quinzel,” he mulled over, a grin plastered on his painted lips, “I like the sound of that.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, at least that’s what you thought it was.
“That’s enough,” Harleen said, “it’s time to get started.”
You couldn’t blame Harleen for trying to stick to her questions, she had always wanted to be a psychiatrist and she took her work incredibly serious. You pulled out the copy of questions your sister gave you and readied yourself to follow along with the conversation. You didn’t need to write anything down, that was Harleen’s job, all you needed to do was listen in and learn. It was a practice run so that eventually you could start talking to patients by yourself.
“Now, Joker,” Harleen started, “why don’t we start where we left off.”
“Right,” he chuckled, “where did we leave off, Dr. Quinzel?”
Turns out they left off talking about the Joker’s father. Like Harleen had told you, the story was sad and in your opinion, it was overly sad. And he kept changing things, making it almost impossible for you to keep up with the conversation. What you did notice was the way his eyes watched you. You weren’t sure if you should say anything, your sister’s head buried in her papers where she couldn’t see anything. Maybe that was her way of keeping things professional, she didn’t stare at her patients too long or at all. The Joker didn’t seem to mind her not paying attention to him, his gaze was fixed on you and he had no intention of looking anywhere else for the entire session. It was weird to you because even though his eyes should have been making you squirm where you were standing, it wasn’t; in fact, they felt nice. There was no other way to describe it because it was nothing you’d experienced before. It was almost predatory like but there was a hint of possessiveness. Now there was no way you were paying attention to the actual reason you were here and judging by the smirk on his ruby stained lips, he knew it too.
Before you knew it, the session was over and Harleen was thanking the Joker for his time; something she did with all her patients. She was also the first to leave the room, leaving you behind which worked out perfectly for you. You stole another glance back at the Joker, his eyes still resting on you. You swallowed hard, turning on your heel to leave, the door closing behind you. It was odd, once the door closed and locked you found yourself missing his presence. Sighing heavily, you shook your head and ran after Harleen, grateful that you had worn converse instead of heels like she did.
For the next couple of weeks you joined Harleen in her sessions with the Joker; after about the fifth session, you’d been upgraded to a chair which worked for your aching feet. Harleen was gathering her belongings when the Joker decided to press his luck in having an actual conversation with you.
“How are you liking your chair?” He questioned, “I’ve noticed you swaying on the balls of your heels for the last couple of sessions. Couldn’t see you in any pain any longer so I asked one of the guards to bring you your own chair.”
You hadn’t noticed before but you had even started massaging your ankles trying to remove some of the swollenness, even now you were doing it even though you’d been sitting. Though sitting in this chair for a mere hour didn’t compare to the rest of the day when you were on your feet.
“Oh,” you said, meeting his eyes and pulling your hand away from your ankle, “thank you, that was very kind. It actually feels nice to get off of my feet for even just an hour.”
“That’s so good to hear.”
“Y/N.”
Harleen’s voice sliced through your conversation like a freshly sharpened knife causing you to flinch.
“It’s time to go.”
She was holding her notes against her chest, staring at you knowingly.
“Right!” You said, hopping out of your seat, “right. Let’s get moving then.”
Before you and Harleen had left the room, the head doctor, Dr. Louis, poked his head in. There were two guards accompanying him for his own protection; a lot of these psychotic criminals would enjoy getting their hands on him so he needed to be watched over constantly.
“Ah, I thought I’d find the two of you here. I just wanted to let you guys know that from now on Y/N will be taking the Joker as her patient. Harleen, you’ll be seeing after our newest patient.”
“What?” Harleen and I said at the same time.
It wasn’t in the same tone: Harleen’s was more disbelieving while yours was more exciting. You had started working here a year ago but had never been allowed to take on patients by yourself. You always accompanied another doctor with their patient which is why you were so damn bored with it. Unless you were a high level doctor like Harleen or Dr. Louis, you didn’t get to see the incredibly dangerous criminal patients that they harbored here at Arkham. It astonished you that Dr. Louis was trusting you with the most dangerous patient here. Of course it might have something to do with your telekinesis, you could easily apprehend the Joker with your mind if you wanted to.
“We have a new patient coming in, she’ll need a lot of your attention, Harleen. I’m sure with Y/N’s skills, she’ll be able to handle this clown with ease.”
You stole a glance at the Joker who was now laying back on his bed with an amused look on his face, unbothered by Dr. Louis’ choice of words.
“You hear me, Joker,” Dr. Louis added, “your new doctor will now be Y/N Quinzel, so get use to seeing her face.”
He grinned wickedly, “I look forward to a fresh, new, beautiful face.”
Dr. Louis left the cell with Harleen running after him in protest, leaving you alone with the Joker for the first time. You turned to the table where Harleen had thrown her things down at the sudden news. All of the papers were scattered now, some even littering the floor, making you huff.
“My,” the Joker chuckled, “she’s trying so hard to keep you away from me.”
“Don’t pay her any mind,” you said, kneeling down to pick up her discarded papers, “she’s just protective of her little sister, is all.”
He didn’t say anything and the silence between the two of you was peaceful. You finished gathering all of Harleen’s papers before standing up and turning to him.
“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” you state.
“Guess so,” he sang, still grinning from ear to ear.
For the first time since you’ve been sitting in on these sessions, you smiled back. The way you went about things was completely different from your sisters: whereas she was cold and distant, you felt that it made things easier to be friendly towards the patients, it helped them trust you just a bit more. Without another word, you gave a slight wave and left the room, listening as the doors locked behind you.
The next day you were over the moon since it was your first day being alone with the patient. The night before you stayed up planning every question you could possibly think to ask. You had to ignore Harleen’s countless calls because you knew she was only calling to warn you once again about the Joker’s routine antics. It felt like she didn’t think you could do this but it was ridiculous because you knew you were more prepared than anyone could be.
Pulling an all nighter was probably the worst thing you could have done, on top of the two large coffees that you had plus a third. All of that caffeine was making your heart beat fast but you ignored it, not wanting to be sent home or to the ER on your first day. Like usual, you entered the Joker’s cell, this time alone, and saw the shadow of two guards outside the door. The Joker was sitting in his bed in an upright position as if he had been waiting for you for hours, though you knew that wasn’t true.
“Good morning, Dr. Quinzel,” he greeted.
“Good morning, Joker,” you returned, “and please, just call me Y/N. I’m not really into formalities.”
“Then it’s only fair that you call me Mister J,” he smiled, “it’s what all my friends call me.”
You smiled. “Then let’s get started, Mister J.”
Your first therapy session with the Joker went as well as you expected, of course you didn’t think anything he said was the truth but it amazed you that he could come up with so many different ways to lie about his family life. You didn’t mind the lies, it kind of felt like a new story being read to you everyday which is what you wanted in the beginning.
As you were writing down what the Joker said, you noticed the Joker squirming around his spot.
“Everything okay?” You asked, folding your writing hand over your clipboard.
“Sitting like this for so long makes you kind of stiff,” he grumbled.
His discomfort seemed genuine and you hated it when people were uncomfortable.
“Is your…your jacket too tight?” You asked.
“A bit. But nothing I can’t handle, doll. Now where were we?”
You took a deep breath, thinking of probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever thought of. Only the guards had the keys to the most dangerous criminals white jackets but with your telekinesis you could easily undo it and give him a bit of freedom.
“I could help you.”
He brought his icy blue eyes up to meet your gaze.
“And how could you do that?” He questioned curiously.
“I could remove your jacket. Just until our session is over, then it’ll have to go back on.”
He didn’t seem to understand, everyone knew doctors didn’t carry keys to undo the jackets as well as they didn’t care if the patient was uncomfortable. The question for him was how were you planning to remove the jacket without a key and why would you do something like that?
“How?”
The Joker watched your eyes flutter shut before he realized that his white jacket was starting to undo itself. There was the soft clinking of the locks before they clattered to the floor, the fabric started to untangle itself too, giving the Joker some room to even just wiggle around. That left another question in his head: were you doing this with your mind?
Soon the entire jacket had been removed from his body leaving him shirtless; the jacket was now neatly folded and sitting beside him on his bed. For the first time in months, the Joker was able to move his arms. Standing to his feet, the Joker stretched his arms and popped his back. By then, you had opened your eyes again and were watching his every single move. Not because you didn’t trust him but because it fascinated you to see even someone like the Joker finding satisfaction in being able to stretch his arms out. You honestly didn’t think anything bothered him but clearly you were wrong.
“Feeling better?” You quizzed, pulling yourself up from your chair.
It had been awhile since you had used your telekinesis so it made you dizzy to stand up so fast. You swayed a bit on your feet before tumbling forward, only to be caught by the Joker with his newly free hands. It was the least he could do since you took his chains off.
“I feel fantastic, doll,” he hummed, grinning from ear to ear, “how are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling fine,” you muttered, steadying yourself on your feet, “I haven’t done that in awhile.”
“And what exactly was that that you did?”
“I used my telekinesis to remove your jacket. And later, I’ll use it again to put the jacket back on you.”
Finally you were able to stand on your own so you released the Joker’s broad arms, smiling a thank you to him.
“We have twenty-five minutes left until our session is over, so you have that long to get in as much exercise as you need. We can talk while you do so, it won’t bother me.”
So that’s what the Joker did. As the two of you spoke about his falsified childhood while he did whatever exercise he needed to do. When those twenty-five minutes were up, you quickly put on his jacket before the guards came to escort you out like they did at the end of every session.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mister J.”
“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”
And that’s how it went for the next couple of months. You would sit with the Joker and discuss a new family situation, never really getting anywhere new, while he was able to freely roam around in his cell while working out his arms from all the knots that were in them. What you weren’t expecting was to fall in love with him. He was kind, sweet, and always asked how your day was going like he actually cared. You didn’t know if he truly did or not but the interest in his voice was much needed, especially lately.
“Oh, kitten,” the Joker purred, getting closer to you, “you seem in a foul mood today. Is everything okay?”
You tore your eyes away from your papers, there weren’t many questions today and it seemed like the questions list was dwindling more and more everyday.
“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, “I’m fine. There’s just a lot going on at home.”
Despite how hard you had been working, you never seemed to meet your parents’ expectations and their expectations were high considering they wanted you to be exactly like Harleen. And more frequently you’d been going over there with Harleen to have family dinners and somehow you never seemed to get the same praise you felt you deserved. Instead, your parents were always finding ways to critique your work, never seeming to understand that you had earned your patient’s trust rather than ignoring their basic needs as human beings. They had said on countless occasions that they wished you were more like your older sister, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say it hurt your self esteem a bit.
“No need to worry yourself about my home troubles, Mister J. Tell me-”
“Ah, ah,” he said, his fingers gripping your chin so you couldn’t look away, “I’m more interested in what you have to say. You can tell me.”
For some reason it really felt like you could tell him. So all of a sudden you found yourself crying out your complaints to the Joker as he consoled you; it was like he was the therapist and you were the criminal in need of some real mental help. And the way he soothed you made you fall in love with him more and more. He patted your back while you wiped away a few tears; you were grateful that you skipped wearing any makeup today even if you looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks. The Joker had his hooks in you and he knew it. By the next session, you’d be ready to give him anything he asked for and he knew just what he needed to make his escape.
The next session, you felt better than before and you had a little more pep in your step too. You were clenching your notepad in your arms as you sped off towards the Joker’s cell. You couldn’t help the feeling in your chest that made you excited to see him and honestly you hoped that he felt the same way. Today you brought him a present, something to brighten up his little area and hopefully make him smile some more. Once again you heard the slow, loud clicking of the metal locks before you pushed the door open. As routine, the door closed behind you and the guards stood outside ready for whatever. However, the inside of the room was just a bit different. There was a table now in the center of the room with two chairs sitting on either side of it. It was a new accessory that was a bit different then what you were use to. The Joker was already sitting patiently at one end of the table, a grin plastered over his painted lips.
“Dr. Quinzel,” he said, “my favorite part of the day.”
“We’ve been over this, Mister J,” you laughed, “just call me Y/N.”
That made his smile wider.
You took your seat across from him, your notepad finding its permanent spot in front of you on the table.
“I got you something,” you said happily.
“What have you got?” He purred.
“Got you a kitty.” You pulled out the stuffed cat and started playing with its little paws.
“So thoughtful.”
As usual, you used your telekinesis to undo his jacket giving him free range to move around. However, he didn’t get up and move around like usual, instead, he sat in front of you just eyeing your every move. You felt nervous under his gaze, a light blush sketching into your cheeks as you tried to look away. You finally built up the confidence to make eye contact with the Joker.
This therapy session wasn’t going anywhere near how they normally went. He was much more flirtatious than usual and you found yourself watching him with eyes filled with admiration, care, and love. You were so lost in his eyes and words that you didn’t realize how close the two of you had gotten, your face merely inches away from his own. You don’t know how it happened but you had fallen in love with him, and despite your brain telling you how stupid it was to be in love with him, your heart yearned for him. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him and he knew it.
“Should we get started?” You asked, trying to put some space between the two of you.
“Actually Doctor,” the Joker hummed, “there’s something you can do for me.”
“Anything,” you said a bit too excitedly before correcting your tone, “I mean, yeah, of course.”
He shifted. “I need a machine gun.”
The request caught you off guard and your head was screaming at you to stop listening to him like your sister had told you to.
“A machine gun?”
A big, toothy grin stretched from ear to ear.
You knew you shouldn’t do it. That you should warn the guards about his plans. But the way he stared at you, you felt intoxicated and ignored every rational sense you had.
You just weren’t expecting what came next.
You had used your telekinesis to sneak the Joker a machine gun late in the evening, as well as distorting the cameras so you didn’t get caught. You figured he just needed the machine gun to escape, go back to his busy life causing chaos in Gotham. But he had other plans before he went back to his normal shenanigans.
Before you knew it, gunshots were flying through the halls of Arkham as people dressed in animal costumes. Guards were falling down as more and more bullets pierced their skin; you ran, trying to find some coverage while you repeatedly asked yourself what you had done. This wasn’t what you wanted, not even in the slightest. You tried to sneak away, but in the end you were snatched up by some guy in a suit and another guy in a costume. You screamed, thrashing yourself around trying to loosen their grip but they were too strong for you physically. You don’t know why it didn’t come to you, your mind running so fast that you completely overlooked your telekinesis.
The two men strapped you down to what you think was a gurney.
“Get off me!” You snapped through gritted teeth, trying with all your might to push them off.
But in the end, they got the best of you and were able to strap you down. It was only then did you remember your telekinesis, however, the Joker made an appearance distracting you entirely.
“What do we have here?” He grinned, waving his hands around.
He positioned the light above the gurney in front of your face causing you to squint momentarily.
“I did everything you said,” you rasped, “I helped you.”
The Joker just watched you for a second before laughing quietly, anger prominent in his voice as he spoke.
“You helped me by erasing my mind? What few…faded memories…I had left!”
With each word, he slammed his fist against the cushioned gurney. You’d have flinched if you hadn’t loved him so much. You watched him run a hand through his messy green hair.
“Oh. You left me in a black hole of rage and confusion. Is that the medicine you practice, Dr. Quinzel?” He snapped his purple glove.
You shook your head.
“What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mister J?” You asked.
He reached beside you, taking hold of the equipment that some doctors used to erase patients memories of traumatic events in their life. You swallowed a lump in your throat.
“Oh, I’m not gonna kill ya,” he grinned, rotating the shock sticks beside your head, “I’m just gonna hurt ya. Really…really…bad.”
All of a sudden, the small amount of fear you felt in your body was gone. You no longer felt anything but a want to prove that you could handle what he dished out.
“You think so?” You asked, your body no longer shaking, “Well, I can take it.”
The Joker snapped his belt off and folded it in half making a snapping sound as he tightened it. Then he placed the leather material into your mouth making a barrier between your teeth.
“I wouldn’t want you to break those perfect, porcelain cap teeth when the juice hits your brain.”
Then all of a sudden you felt the electroshock surge through your head and you tensed up, your back arching off the gurney. Your telekinesis had a mind of its own while you were incapacitated; the leather straps holding you snapped themselves in half, a table was thrown against the wall, and the lights shattered. It all excited the Joker more and more, making him understandably curious about you but knowing that this was the end of the line for both of you. He’d always have you sketched into his brain and he knew he had left a permanent mark in yours. He just failed to realize that you wouldn’t give up on him just because he caused you a lot of pain.
You practically made it your mission to seek him out; you quit your job much to your families surprise, and you spent every waking day mumbling to yourself as you searched for the Joker. He wasn’t a hard man to track down and when you did manage to find him, he always seemed to need something that involved your telekinesis. You didn’t mind but you had hoped that all of your help would make him consider taking you in and making you his. But it never seemed to work out that way and you were finally getting frustrated, even desperate for him to acknowledge your love for him.
One night you were waiting on the side of the road outside his club, hoping he’d come out and see you. However, you were left disappointed again when you saw him in his purple Lamborghini, driving to God knows where not even sparing you a second glance. You had half a mind to flip it over, show him you aren’t someone to ignore but you didn’t want to hurt him, instead you stole someone’s motorcycle, using your powers to shatter the chain that was used to keep it from being stolen. The owner didn’t know he’d have to protect his bike from thieves with telekinetic powers. And who could blame him as these abilities weren’t common, even in Gotham.
You followed the Joker on the bike, speeding up so that you could catch up to him. Finally you were able to pull up beside him, looking his way in hopes he’d notice you. He did, of course, but his reaction wasn’t one that thrilled you. He pulled his hand up beside him as if trying to block you from his line of sight. Hurt and anger surged through your veins as you let out an irritated yell. You sped up, taking the lead in front of him. Little parts inside you could feel his annoyance creeping across your skin but you didn’t care. Once you were a good distance away, making sure by looking back, you turned the motorcycle on its side and let it scrap against the midnight black paint. Sparks flew and you were positive that the paint on the side was done for. When the bike came to a stop, you hoped off of the part you had been standing on and planted yourself firmly in front of it, any fear in your bones having been erased that day in Arkham.
To anyone looking at it, it looked like the Joker had no intention of stopping but instead had every intention of running you down in the road. However, with an annoyed grunt and a roll of his eyes, he came to a quick, jerky stop.
“You…”
“You’re not leaving me. You’re not leaving me!” You yelled, slamming your palms into the metal of his vehicle.
“You…you really are a pain in the ass.”
Just as the Joker exited his vehicle, an eighteen wheeler pulled up behind him.
“I have done everything you said. Every test, every trial, every initiation. I have proved I love you. Just accept it.” You pleaded, tears pricking the corner of your shining eyes.
He lifted his hands, “Got it, got it, got it, got it. I am not someone who is loved.”
He clapped his hands in front of your face.
“I’m an idea. A state of mind.”
The eighteen wheeler started honking while the Joker spoke. But it didn’t deter him.
“I execute my will according to my plan and you, doctor, are not part of my plan.”
He had done a complete circle around you and was now standing back in front of you, so you pulled your hands up to touch his face. His skin felt nice against your own, almost like they were made for each other and you wondered why he didn’t see that.
Once again, the eighteen wheeler honked this time more frequently.
“Let me in,” you pleaded, “just let me in. I promise I won’t hurt you!”
He had pulled himself away from you, laughing at your words just as the trucker exited the drivers seat of the eighteen wheeler.
“A promise, promise…ha…ha…ha…”
“Hey dickface!” The trucker yelled, “Mind screaming at your bitch somewhere else.”
The Joker continued to laugh, completely ignoring the trucker. Your mind moved on its own and soon the Joker’s personalized gun was removed from his leather jacket. It floated through the air before your mind pulled the trigger, shooting the asshole who was interrupting your conversation. His body fell to the ground with a thud.
“I was gonna say,” the Joker said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
He had stolen a quick glance at the dead trucker before returning his gaze to you, this time the floating gun pointed directly at him. The cool metal barely grazed his deathly pale flesh. He rested his forehead against the barrel of the gun and raised his hands up playfully, grinning.
“Don’t hurt me,” he joked, “I’ll be your friend.”
You held your gaze, never tearing your eyes away from the gun letting it continue to float as your mind willed it to do. The Joker hummed, his voice deepening as his smile and joking behavior disappeared.
“Do it. Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.”
“My heart scares you,” you gritted, “but a gun doesn’t?”
“Do it!”
But you couldn’t and he knew you couldn’t. So within a mere second, he snatched his gun out of the air and your mind stopped buzzing. A headache growing from the overuse of your ability. You were mentally exhausted and the Joker could only laugh, pushing his own gun against the side of his head.
“God, if you weren’t so crazy, I’d think you were insane.”
He was glaring at you now, his expression dark and uncalculating. A few tears slipped off of your face and dropped onto the ground as you stared at the man you told yourself you loved. Even now.
“Go. Away.” He said.
He left you standing there, getting back in his Lamborghini and driving off. You choked back a few sobs, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears before walking in the opposite direction he had driven off in. What you didn’t see was the Joker watching you through his rear view mirror. Even though he kept trying to deny it, you were interesting and the more interesting he thought you were, the more captivated he felt by your presence. He knew you loved him but he wasn’t sure how he felt about you. He took his eyes off of you for a split second and when he tried to look at you again, you were gone. It was almost like you had never been there, at least that’s what he would have thought had the dead trucker not been laying in the road still.
Grumbling to himself and slamming his hands against the steering wheel, the Joker pulled a sharp u-turn, the tires screeching against the cement road. Hitting the gas pedal as hard as he could, the Joker sped off to find you, wondering why he couldn’t keep you out of his own thoughts.
He found you not too far away from where the two of you had conversed. You had your arms wrapped around your body as you walked, sulking harder with each step. Quickly, almost harshly, the Joker yanked his car in front of you causing you to stop walking. Your eyes widened as he climbed out of the driver's seat and made his way to the passenger’s seat. Quirking an eyebrow upwards, you watched as he opened the door and looked at you.
“Well,” he muttered when you didn’t move, “get in.”
It was a small gesture, even after your conversation with him just a second ago, but you still smiled hard and hopped into the passenger’s side. He closed the door behind you, got back in his own seat, and sped off, not telling you where the two of you were headed.
You weren’t expecting to be taken to a chemical plant. The words “Ace Chemicals'” faded into the building walls telling you this place had been out of use for some time. It smelled too and you had to hold your breath until you could stomach whatever that stench was.
The Joker watched you intently as your eyes wandered taking in everything it passed. He was fascinated by how curious your little head could be but he wasn’t going to tell you that.
Finally the two of you reached a room that was layered with nine vats of chemicals at the bottom. The Joker and you were standing on top of the black, metal that held you above the acid. The metal was slick with water from whatever but really it was as safe as could be. You followed the Joker to the edge before peering down at the vats of chemicals that covered the floor. They were bubbly and made weird hissing noises making you wonder if they were incredibly hot.
“Question,” the Joker started causing you to look away from the chemicals and up at him, “would you die for me?”
“Yes.”
You didn’t even hesitate with your answer.
“That’s too easy,” he muttered, “would you…would you live for me?”
The question meant something so different than his first. Life was cruel and there were so many things to hate about life, dying was easy because there was no suffering. So in a sense, he was asking you if you’d suffer for him. Which you would.
“Hmm?”
“Yes.”
“Careful,” he whispered, “do not say this oath thoughtlessly.”
He brought his tattooed hand up to your face, his fingers grazing your cheeks causing you to shiver. His touch had you so intoxicated that it felt like you were drunk from a whole day's worth of drinking.
“Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes…power.”
His fingers traced over your face, slowly sliding down the sides of your cheeks barely gripping your chin until he rested his finger against your lips. His eyes flickered hungrily at your mouth and you desperately wanted to close the gap between the two of you.
“You want this?”
Again, you didn’t hesitate. “I do.”
He tilted his head back, keeping his hand on you.
“Say it,” he rasped, “say it. Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty…”
His voice got softer until it faded and you felt your heart throb with both love and lust.
“Please,” you whimpered.
“God,” he chirped, “you’re so…good.”
He gestured to the edge of where you two were standing. You walked over to it and peered down at the vats of chemicals again. Your logic was screaming at you to change your mind but you couldn’t afford to listen to it. You were almost there, he was almost yours entirely. All you had to do was fall into the chemical and he’d have you. You turned to face the Joker, his eyes watching you intently. You extended your arms before falling backwards letting gravity carry you. The cool air felt nice against your skin as you plummeted; your eyes fluttered close as you thought about all of the things that you were about to experience. While most people would be terrified if they were in this current situation, you found peace with it.
The Joker peered over the edge and watched your body splash into the dangerous liquid. He had finally done it. He’d gotten rid of you. He turned on his heel and headed towards the exit. However he wasn’t able to make it past a few steps as he remembered all of the kind things you had done for him throughout his time of knowing you. Using your telekinesis, you had given him a small amount of freedom from the straight jacket he’d been chained up in for months. You didn’t snap at him or say anything to him out of anger like most the doctors did, you seemed to actually care for him. Even after he tricked you into giving him the machine gun and using the electroshock therapy on you, you still wanted him. And for some reason that filled the Joker with a sense of guilt that he didn’t even think he could feel. With a low growl, the Joker removed his leather jacket hurriedly and went back to the ledge where he jumped in after you.
He reached forward and took hold of your sinking body, pulling you tightly against his body. You fit perfectly against his muscular frame. The two of you floated back to the top, the Joker’s lips on yours filling your lungs with life. You let out a soft gasp as he pulled away, your eyes staring into his as you searched for a trick but you couldn’t find one. He leaned down again, your fingers finding their way to the back of his head, and the two of you kissed.
After only seconds, the Joker pulled away, keeping you wrapped in his arms, and started laughing. The color from your clothes mixing with his. You smiled, pulling yourself closer to him. He was yours, and you were his. Forever.
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