#joker all the way in the bottom left corner. the sirens are at verying points of the 'tries not to kill because of batman' scale.

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You’re so beautiful it makes me wanna cry // Arthur + Joker //  fluffiest fluff.

Summary: You love Arthur/Joker so much that when it starts to become overwhelming, you cry. He doesn’t understand how he ever got so lucky, but he’s not about to question it.

Dedicated to @rebs-doom​ who will understand precisely why I chose to write this. I love you so much, dear! <3

Both scenarios contain implied NSFW at the end.

Arthur 

This one contains smoking.

Word count: 754.

Arthur was sat at the tiny desk in the corner of the apartment working on some new material in his worn journal. The lamps dotted strategically around the room gave him enough light as he worked, pen in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He heard the sound of the bedroom door open and automatically did he turn his entire body to face you head on. He was a lost ship at sea, his waters choppy and violent and you were the warm beacon of light offering safety and stability; powerless was he to ignore your presence in the room. 

He had put out the cigarette and was out of his chair so fast that he felt dizzy and had to stand still for just a second so that his mind and body could re-align with one another. Nothing was more important to him than you were, and you were crying. The world wouldn’t be right again, wouldn’t make sense again until you were smiling. 

Arthur had looked no further than your tears. As such, he didn’t see the huge face splitting smile on your face or the way that your heart was so full of love that your eyes were swimming with tangible evidence. It was this evidence, your tears, which greatly concerned him.

“Hey, hey!” Arthur reached you quickly and pulled you into his arms. He couldn’t see the huge smile on your face, so overwhelmed with worry and concern was he; his mind racing as he desperately thought back over the day. What was it that had upset you? 

When you giggled, Arthur stopped short. You were crying... you were smiling... you were laughing and oh, it was the sweetest. most melodious sound he had ever heard. He wanted to sink into your laughter, become one with the sound of your joy and never again be without it for even a moment. He was... confused. Yes. That was it. Were you trying to smile through your pain like he did? He hoped not. Cautiously did he decide that this was just another mystery in the world of you and he wanted to get to the bottom of it, he wanted to understand this small part of you so that, one puzzle piece at a time could he form a whole tapestry of you in his mind for safe keeping. So long as you were in his head, his heart and his soul, he would never be alone again. 

“What is it?” Arthur’s voice was soft, his tone gentle and patient as he focused on all of you. His level of attentiveness, the soothing way he was speaking to you, the way he was holding you... It was too much and a loud high pitched noise left your throat as you threw your hands over your face. So much love was in your system at that moment that you could only cry.

You put your hand on either side of Arthur’s face and his hands came up to cup your elbows. He was frozen in place by your beauty; not just your physical attributes, which had always been of little consequence to him, but the way that you seemed to hold magic within your very soul. You were an enchanting being, and like a siren at sea did you threaten to lure him into deeper waters from which he would never return alive. If it kept that look on your face then Arthur was content to drown.

“I love you so much.” Your voice cracked as yet more tears fell and Arthur’s throat convulsed with the imminent threat of a laughing fit.

“So why are you crying, sweet thing?” His dark brow furrowed and you moved a hand to smooth out the crease with a gentle finger.

You paused here, knowing that your next words carried more weight than you could ever know. One word could be a knife when spoken at the wrong moment and so you had to think carefully. After several tense seconds in which you and Arthur stared each other, you could only say, “You don’t know how beautiful you are. I love you so much I can barely speak.”

Arthur’s eyes glittered with mischief and the promise of a fun night as he said, his voice thick with amusement and pride, “You can’t tell me? Then show me.” You didn’t have to be clever to hear the pleading tone in his voice as he dipped his head to kiss you.

Oh, you would. You would.

Joker

Word count: 757.

You sat on the sofa utterly transfixed by the raw beauty in front of you.

Joker was lost in his head, as he so often was, and just at the point that you wondered if he had somehow become a statue, so still did he stand, did he begin to dance. With stilted but graceful movements did he raise one arm high above his head, his fingers gently curled around the air. The other arm lifted slower still, one leg becoming crooked but not leaving the ground as he danced to the music within his own mind.

“Oh~”, You cooed, “Look at you,” Your smile was so full of love, so full of awe, that tears came easily to your eyes. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, look away from Joker, and as he turned to the side did he spot you. His eyes roamed appreciatively over your curled up position on the sofa but when he saw the tears, everything came grinding to a halt.

Your tears had always scared him. It was wrong to see anything other than a smile on your face. Joker was unsure how to react. Usually when you cried, he held you. Stroked your hair. Kissed your forehead and murmured words of love to you. Right now were you crying, unguarded in your expression of emotion, but you were also smiling. He was stumped by your show of love; unable to see it for what it was in his confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

Joker’s voice was husky from the way he hadn’t spoken for almost an hour and unconsciously did your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sound. You loved his voice, his eyes, his hands, the way he danced with no music playing because he didn’t need any music; it was inside him. You loved Joker and as you opened your eyes to see those oceans of green gazing at you with such obvious concern did your tears fall hotter and faster down your face.

“I love you,” You choked out. “I love you so much it hurts in the best way.”

Joker froze as he tried to understand what you meant. You had taught him in the early days of your relationship to think before he acted on his first impulse; to laugh because he didn’t know what else to do or how else to feel. Sometimes you spoke without fully thinking it through, and that meant that it was easy for your words to be misinterpreted; causing an unnecessary laughing fit in Arthur. He may have been Joker now, but those lessons were still ingrained in him. He fought desperately to understand and so closely were you watching him that you saw the exact moment he understood. Disbelief flashed across his face before his crow’s feet deepened as a smile slowly stretched across his painted mouth. It wasn’t just the paint which gave him the illusion of smiling almost ear to ear. No. You had caused that in Joker. You. It only made you cry harder to know that your love for him made him smile. It was all you had ever wanted for him.

“You’re crying because you love me?”

You nodded, laughing. You brushed your tears away pointlessly. More fell as you wiped your face, but you didn’t care. How could you, with such an ethereal creature coming to stand in front of you? Joker took your hands in his and pulled you up to standing, an arm curling around your waist to hold you there briefly while you found your balance. His hands moved to cup your face when you found your centre of gravity - he knew your body so well that he was able to read the visible signs quicker than you could -  and he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, his fingers curling behind your ears.

“I will never understand why you’re so good to me.”

You thought back to the day that you had thought you had lost him forever and your residual fear prompted your next words before you could stop them, “It’s what you deserve.”

Joker chuckled darkly, the noise making a deliciously cold shiver drip down your spine, and kissed you soundly in appreciation for your comment. The fact that you were still with him after all that he had done would forever baffle him, but he wouldn’t question it. Indeed, if you couldn’t tell him just how much you loved him, you could show him instead. He had a feeling you would both enjoy that more, anyway.

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