#joker x reader (frost's daughter) fan fiction

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Joker x Reader (Frost’s Daughter) - Frost’s Secret - Part 11 [SMUT]

Ok. This is it. My first real smut I guess. Completely understand smut is not for everyone - the first 1/3 of this story is non-smut, it’s pretty obvious when its starts to head smutty, so feel free to stop there - you won’t miss out anything of the story if you don’t read it! I just had a request for some smut in the series so I just though *shrug* why not now?

For those of you who are reading the smut - I apologise haha this is the first time I’ve written full on smut really so... I’m learning. I’m cringe-y. I hope to improve haha Also I kind of edited as I wrote (So didn’t really edit haha) so i apologise if there’s like a tonne of mistakes... Anyway... Enjoy...?

Smut Request = ‘You have to do a smut between Joker and Frost’s daughter being her first time and her all shy and sweet as him all dominant. Pretty please’

WARNING: SMUT!!! FULL ON SMUT!!! (It’s also long - 6779 words)

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FROST’S SECRET MASTERLIST

“Happy families again, hm?” Both you and Frost spun around to the voice - having been walking back together from your mother’s cell - “Didn’t I predict it sweetheart?” The Joker sneered deviously.

You scowled. “Don’t think I’ve forgiven you, J…” You grumbled in annoyance, not forgetting this had all been largely his fault.

“Then don’t think I’ve forgiven you either, doll…” He grinned widely, though it was lacking any humour.

“For what?” You frowned in surprise.

“Oh, I don’t know…” He drawled as though bored of the subject, tilting his head up to the ceiling in thought, as he slowly stepped towards where you stood. “Disappearing?” He suggested, slinging an arm over your shoulder once at your side, spinning around with arched eyebrows, subtly pulling you away from Frost’s side, “Wasting my time…?” He growled lowly in your ear, tightening his arm around you and forcing you up against his side. You cringed slightly as this - the contact wasn’t wholly unwanted by you – but you had always been taught to fear the psychopathic clown and his peculiar behaviour. This didn’t feel like it should be any different.

You tried to pull away from his side slightly – both to see his face better and to put at least the bare minimum distance between the two of you to ease your discomfort. The Joker allowed you to shift so far from his side, but ensured he kept his arm around your shoulders so you couldn’t completely slip away again. “So, saving me was a waste of time?” You demanded hotly, though your voice gave your nerves away when it broke slightly. His proximity was getting to you. The kiss was still clear as day in your mind, still made your heart race at the memory and you desperately wanted to do it again. But the Joker had never told you what it had meant and now he was saying he regretted saving you? Was that true? But then why was he suddenly so more… touchy… then before? - always seemed to want a hand on you now – as though he wanted to keep hold of in case you tried to disappear again.

The Joker didn’t seem at all perturbed by your temper, still grinning widely. “Women!” He groaned, rolling his head dramatically as though in a Greek tragedy, “Always trying to twist your words, am I right, Frosty?” J shot Frost a grin, but Johnny’s face remained an emotionless mask. “All I’m saying, my dear, is the whole thing would have been completely unnecessary if you had been where you should have been…” The Joker explained with a knowing look in his eye before he bent down close to your ear, “With me…” He growled, the noise so smooth and seductive that - despite your annoyance - you found yourself fighting a shiver and biting your lip anxiously.

J’s eyes flickered to your mouth in that instant and you thought you caught a momentary look of almost lust. Before you could do a double take though, J suddenly straightened up, making you jump slightly, as he now forcefully smacked his forehead with the palm of my hand. “But of, course, where are my manners?!” He cried, pulling you back into his side as he turned, dragging you with him, to face Frost full on. “We haven’t formally been introduced, my dear sir!” J grinned mockingly, holding his free hand out to Frost who simply glared at it. “I’m J, your daughter’s new -“

“J-“ You growled warningly knowing what he was going to say, the very idea sending your heart into your throat, but you knew this couldn’t be at all easy on Frost. Was J serious – were the two of you a… thing? You glanced warily at Frost as J, though having now fallen silent at your reprimanding, was still grinning cruelly at Johnny’s blank, stony face – he wasn’t about to do or say anything to his Boss, you were sure of it, but he didn’t have appreciate the humour at his expense.

“Oh right… Of course…” J drawled with a nasty smirk, “It doesn’t matter that his daughter’s mine now because,” He let out a bark of laughter, “She’s not his daughter!” He cackled like this was the funniest punchline he’d heard in a long time.

You scowled up at the Joker and his merciless joking, swatting his arm without thinking about it. “’Yours’? You snarled, conflicted by the statement. The very word was controlling – belittling and objectifying to you – but, at the same time, you liked the idea of being J’s. And more importantly, no one else being his…

“Problem, doll?” The Joker asked expectantly, pulling back slightly so his arm slid along your shoulders, quirking a brow down at you with a smooth grin. “Are my sweet caresses not as desired as I was led to believe?” J asked innocently, the now at the back of your neck slipping down your spine in a purposely slow and seductive stroke.

You couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran through your body that time and you swallowed, trying to collect your thoughts again. “There was one kiss.” You mumbled shakily, swallowing the lump in your throat, unable to stop the burning heat in your cheeks at your confession and the way your body was reacting with Frost only a few feet away. “And that does not make me ‘yours’.” You said firmly, though your voice was lacking strength.

J could clearly sense the lack of certainty in your voice, but was more than happy to play a long, dropping his grin and considering you hard for a moment. “Very well, kitten...” He conceded coolly, “Make me work for it....” He muttered under his breath unhappily.

You turned away from him, content that you had somehow managed to get your way. “Oh, I shall.” You muttered, and you noticed J’s eyes widen out of the corner of your eye at this, his face lightening up as he tugged you back to face him again.

“Hoo hoo hoo, sounds like a little challenge there, my dear…” He grinned devilishly, “You might just live to regret that, my sweet…” He cooed shamelessly, lowering his head towards you and leaning in impossibly close. Your breath caught in your throat at the look in his eyes, unable to blink or look away…

A throat clear had J pausing just above you, a wide grin splitting his face before he snapped his head around to where Frost stood uncomfortably - he didn’t bother to raise his head though, his face still intimately close to yours. “Uncomfortable, Johnny boy?” The Joker asked innocently with a malicious, teasing look in his eye. “’Fraid to say you’re not her Daddy anymore, Frosty…” J pouted, “But,” He turned back to you, only reminding you just how close he was, “I’m sure I can fill that position quite nicely...” He purred suggestively with a look that was making it hard to remember how to inhale, your lips dry – though you didn’t dare lick them.

J wiggled his eyebrows playfully at your dumbstruck face and you managed to pull yourself together somewhat. “Behave.” You croaked, breaking his gaze to swat him playfully, breaking his gaze and managing to swallow past the lump in your throat as you shot Frost an apologetic glance. He didn’t deserve this torture from J.

“Oh, I will…” J grinned wickedly, then leaned in close to your ear. “For now...” He growled, making you gasp as you felt his teeth tugging gently on your ear lobe, his breath lightly brushing your skin and causing another shiver to run through your body.

You were abruptly jerked back down to reality, however, when you heard footsteps from your right, Luke striding quickly down the corridor, calling for Frost when he caught sight of him. He noticed you then as well, faltering when he saw the Joker bent low over you. The clown’s eyes immediately to Luke’s, though - once again - he seemed to find no reason to raise his head from yours, instead almost daring the young lad to comment on his position. “Well, if it isn’t lover boy…” J drawled dully.

“J.” You murmured warningly. Luke didn’t deserve any more punishment than Frost did – neither had done anything wrong. You felt J’s hand - which had been resting at the small of your back – now silently wrap around your waist, pulling you possessively closer to him. He made no comment though, simply watching Luke as the boy now approached more warily - his movements slower and careful.

“Luke?” Frost asked expectantly.

“Just – uh – just reporting on the girl.” Luke informed his superior, though his eyes kept flickering nervous to J. “We’ve still no sign.” His eyes glanced briefly to you this time.

“Cassie?” You asked in disbelief, “No one’s managed to find her?”

Luke shook his head. “There’s no trace that we can see - she’s good.” He commended reluctantly.

Frost sighed quietly, acknowledging this fact with a nod, then glanced away back down the corridor in thought.

“Have you tried talking to Kelly?” You suggested and suddenly all eyes were on you. “What?” You frowned, “She always used to hint she knew her daughter so well – maybe she could at least narrow down the search to a few specific places?”

“That’s not bad.” Luke pointed at you, nodding in agreement and you gave him a grateful smile. You felt the Joker’s grip tighten on your waist – close to being painful now - and you couldn’t help the slight twist of your lip at this. Could it really be possible that the mad man was jealous? Over you?

Frost nodded again, still staring down the corridor. “Fine.” He conceded, clearly not noticing – or not wanting to acknowledge - J’s behaviour and thinking of no better ideas. “I’ll go speak with her.” He muttered as though that was by far the last thing he wanted to do. “Luke?”

Luke nodded in answer and followed after his Boss as Frost headed back down the corridor you and he had only just walked up. You went to step forward - automatically going to follow after Frost like you always did – but found yourself, instead, held in place by the Joker’s tight grip still on your hip. “How many people does it take to question a person, my dear?” J growled lowly in your ear.

You went to open your mouth to protest but shut it again when you noticed Frost glance back - also noting your absence – but then carried on without much hesitation. He was happy to leave you here? - alone with J? Did he no longer feel he needed to police your life? You supposed he didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter even if he – it wasn’t Frost’s place to question J. Still, you felt a bit hurt as you watched his retreating back.

But then you had to face the fact – once again - you were completely alone with J.

J also seemed completely aware of this.

You suddenly felt very awkward at how close you were to him, the knowledge of his hand on your hip reigniting the blush in your cheeks. You tried to step back – to put even the smallest distance between you and the Joker – but, though J’s grip didn’t tighten, his arm seemed to stiffen around you, trapping you in place.

“Problem, my sweet?” He drawled teasingly, quirking a brow.

You cleared your throat, your how body tense and uneasy. “You’re – uh – you’re very… ‘touchy’… all of a sudden…” You observed cautiously, unsure what he was playing at.

You were half worried you might accidentally provoke one of his tempers – his mood an odd one at the moment that you were finding difficult to read. The Joker didn’t seem at all fazed by your observation though, grinning lazily down at you, “What can I say, sweet heart?” He hummed pleasantly, “I finally got a taste of ya and now I’m hooked…” He purred, sin in his eyes. “And..,” You were suddenly strongly tugged forward by the arm around your waist, forcing you to throw out your hands to catch yourself on the Joker’s chest. “… I don’t like ta share…” J growled in your ear, his face impossibly close to your again, your whole body practically pressed up against his now. He seemed to breathe you in then, deeply – like you were some heavenly sent or potent heroin – then tossed his head back, arching his pale, muscular neck as he let out what sounded like a sigh of relief. “It makes me wonder, though, my dear…” He muttered, rolling his neck to drop his face back down to yours again, his heavy lids lifting again, “If your lips are that… Intoxicating…” He purred shamelessly at your ear - his warm breath fanning over your skin, causing a jolt of something through your body - “Then it only leaves other things…” You suddenly felt J’s free hand on your hip, slipping over your curves to the small of your back, then down even further to cup your ass and you jump sharply. “… To the imagination…” J grinned wickedly as your cheeks flushed hotly.

You could already feel an odd tingle between your legs at his words alone and you felt your cheeks burn even hotter. You cleared your throat and weakly tried to push yourself off his chest – almost surprised when the Joker let you, both his hands now slipping to your hips, the grip light, but still possessive.

“What’s wrong, doll...?” J purred lowly, not seeming annoyed that you tried to pull away, “You’re looking rather… sheepish…” He suggested with a wicked grin. He wasn’t demeaning you though - he seemed actually curious.

You glanced away from him down the empty corridor, partially confirming this. “I – uh –“ You croaked then cleared your throat. “I – I just think that…” You were stuttering and getting nowhere. You coughed again to buy yourself more time. The truth was though, you didn’t know what you wanted to say. You could feel your heart pounding erratically - you knew what happened if you went down this road, and you actually felt like you might want to… “Look J, maybe I should just go home…” You suggested cautious, your eyes flickering to his, then away, unable to keep eye contact with the man and stick to your guns of leaving. “I – I think I should just get some rest…” You mumbled awkwardly, knowing you were chickening out, but you were injured after all, you’d just ‘lost’ your father, you -

“I ain’t one to force a girl…” He murmured lowly, no threat in his voice, but he leant in towards you and didn’t dare move, trying to keep your gaze avert, but shooting him wary glances. One of his hands left your hips to catch your cheek, forcing your head gently round – you putting up no resistance – so you were forced to look directly up at him. “But I ain’t a liar neither, kitten,” He muttered, “I want you.” J growled hotly, his grip on your hip tightening suggestively, and he took a step forward to close the gap you had made so your body was once again pressed up against his. This time you were all the more aware of the pressure on your crotch. “Right here. Right now.” J murmured darkly in your ear.

You swallowed nervously. “J,” You gasped, “I’m – I’m not - I– I haven’t…”

“You’re a blushing virgin…” The Joker drawled with a knowing, shameless grin.

You dropped your eyes – unable to turn away with his grip on your chin – confirming his observation and feeling your cheeks burn even more at the mention of such an intimate detail.

“Trust Frosty to keep his daughter so…” J swung his head slightly in though, “Innocent…” He finally purred down at you with a wide grin. “That just makes this all the sweeter…” He drawled. You flickered your eyes up to him in question, only to find him now much closer than you remember and before you could do anything his lips had captured yours, swallowing your words.

The Joker wasn’t looking for a slow and sensual kiss, his hand on your face holding you in place as he greedily stole all your air, leaving you dizzy and somehow grasping onto the lapels of his jacket in an attempt to keep yourself upright. You felt he urge to moan into his lips, but, despite the lack of oxygen to your brain, you were well aware the two of you were still in the middle of the corridor - exposed on both sides to any passers by that might chose to come this way. J didn’t seem to care though, his hand on your hip now pushing your shirt up slightly and his cool fingers brushing across your skin making your muscles tense.

“J-“ You tried to say against his lips and he pulled back slightly, catching your lower lip between his teeth and tugging at it in a way that made you momentarily forget why you’d interrupted him in the first place.

“Problem, doll?” He hummed with a grin, prompting your foggy mind as he slipped his hand down your neck and bent to kiss the base of your throat. You could feel his other hand edging higher up your shirt, now stroking the skin just below the wire of your bra.

“I –“ Your breath came out in a hiss as you felt him nip at the delicate skin - not helping your attempts to articulate your thoughts. “Corridor.” You managed out, closing your eyes. You felt J’s grin against your skin, triumphant that you were no longer protesting his touches, but merely the setting.

“Oh, my sweet,” J murmured, his lips now making their way up to your ear, “as much as I’d have you right here, right now, begging up against that wall,” He snarled, tugging at your earlobe, “I’m gonna be a real… Gentlemen about this…” He said this in an almost frustration growl - clearly reluctant to play the role of decent man. Before you could say anything to this, the Joker’s lips were back on yours again.

You were dimly aware when the hand under your shirt was withdrawn, but you still jumped when you felt both on the back of your thighs. You didn’t have to have done this before to know what J wanted and as he lifted you up you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, unable to help letting out a slight giggle, unable to believe the ridiculous situation you’d got yourself into. You felt the Joker growl approvingly against your lips. Caught up in the moment, and feeling daring, you decided to throw caution to the wind and parted your lips experimentally. J was quick to notice this, making the most of it immediately, tasting and dominating your mouth.

You became quickly lost in the new, foreign sensations J was eliciting in you, that you barely noticed as he now carried you down the corridor, your hands clutching the lapels of his jacket again to hold him against you, even if you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. You hardly registered you had stopped again either, until you felt the Joker shift his grip on you to reach for the handle of the door now behind you.

Suddenly reality seemed to hit you and you pulled back from him sharply. “I’m – I can’t – I –“ You stammered worriedly.

“Doll,” J growled lowly, a hint of impatience in his tone now, “I told you I’m not forcin’ anything,” He muttered, bending to you again, his lips hovering just above yours, “But follow me through that door,” He warned huskily, “And there’s no turning back…” Your eyes flickered up to his where they watched you, darker than you’d ever seen them, holding promises of something hot and full of sin. He seemed to know what you were thinking, “Trust me,” He purred, “I’ll make it real good for ya…”

You lick your lips self-consciously. Why were you so reluctant? It wasn’t wrong. Was it fear? Fear of that first time? You had to do it at some point, right? And J was… he was ready for you. He wanted you. He would make it good. You trusted him.

You watched him hesitantly, then finally gave a small, nervous nod. This didn’t seem enough for J, however, who simply raised an expectant eyebrow at you. You chewed the inside of your lip then, timidly leant forward, closing the distance between you and J once again, gasping as your lips met his again and you kissed him forcefully, J happy to reciprocate. You slipped your arms hesitantly up his chest and over his shoulders, locking them around his neck to lean further him to him. “I – want it.” You gasped between kisses.

You heard J growl in triumphant and his grip on you seemed to tighten, the door behind you suddenly flying open before slamming shortly after behind the two of you. The next thing you knew, the Joker was lowering you from his body onto the soft mattress of a bed. Your heart beat quickened then, fully aware of what was going to happen next, and tensing up at the thought. You didn’t want J to pull away from you, and you made this clear by keeping your legs and arms locked around him, entwining your tongue with his. J growled into your mouth as your attempt to cling to him rubbed your body against his, but he obliged your unspoken request, crawling over you, neither of your lips breaking away.

You let your legs drop from his waist now - though kept your arms around him - and felt J’s hands begin to wander your body once more, starting at your waist and eagerly bunching your shirt up. It wasn’t long before J broke away from the kiss, sliding down your body, slipping under your arms. You dropped your hands to the mattress either side of you once he was out of reach, feeling your abs tensing as he warm breath fanned over your exposed stomach.

The bruises left from your abduction were clear against your pale skin and J paid special attention to each of these, slowly working his way lower down your body until you felt his fingers begin to work at your belt.

A fresh wave of panic washed over you at this and you bit your lip anxiously as the Joker began to undo your jeans. You helped him, kicking them off as he worked them down your legs, but were grateful when the Joker then crawled back up to you, reuniting his lips with yours. “Beautiful.” He growled against you. You felt your cheeks warm at the compliment and then gripped lapels of his jacket, pulling at them – if you had to shed your clothes, so did he.

The Joker caught on quickly, shrugging the garment off, but when your fingers went to the buttons of his shirt he caught your hands. “Oh, no, doll….” He growled throatily, “You’re going to have to earn that…” He grinned wickedly, and you watched with wide eyes as he now pushed yours hands back above your head, holding them there with one hand whilst the other returned to your stomach, then slid up to cup your still-clothed breast, making you jump.

J grinned at your reaction and used his free hand to reach back into his trouser pocket, suddenly producing a pocket knife that he flicked open. “Since your hands are full…” J teased mercilessly, now easily cutting away your shirt, the cool metal on your flushed skin making your shiver as the material fell in rags next to you.

You briefly thought of how you were supposed to leave the warehouse now without a functional T-short, but then it truly hit you – you were now left lying under J in nothing but your underwear. J seemed to have already realised this, his gaze roaming over you hungrily, knife still in his free hand. “Still too many layers…” He tutted, his eyes flicking up to yours then as he brought the knife to your bra, easily slicing through the small amount of material between your breasts.

You blushed hotly as J threw the knife aside now, releasing your hands without a word to brush the remaining material off your breasts and expose them fully now. You kept your hands above your head, not sure what to do with them, and could only watch as the Joker slipped back down your body, his eyes never leaving yours, even as he kissed the delicate skin in the middle of your chest. You jumped slightly as he turned his head, placing his soft lips against the inside of your breast now, and you tilted your head back as one of his hands now began to softly palm the other breast in a way that had you chewing on your lip again. You felt, rather than saw, the Joker’s cool lips trail up your breast and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips when he found your nipple, immediately taking the bud between his lips and rolling it under his tongue. You bit down hard on your lip now to stifle any noise, gripping the sheets behind you tightly at the foreign sensation.

J showed this attention to each of your breasts leaving you practically writing beneath him even before he was finished with his teasing. You could feel the warmth between your legs now – the want for more, even if you weren’t entirely sure what that really meant.

J seemed completely aware of what he was doing to you, his grin wide as he slipped a hand down between your bodies to where your panties still remained. He ran a finger along the material and you flushed hotly, feeling how wet you already were from his simple teasing a moment ago. The Joker watched your blush with delight, “So wet…” He drawled teasingly. “Just for me...” He purred with a wide grin. If you could have blushed more, you would of, but any embarrassed words you thought to say died on your lips as stroked you again, curling his finger into the material to apply more pressure, making your breath catch in your throat.

If it was possible, J’s grin seemed to widen further at this. “Let’s see just how sweet you really taste…” He growled seductively and all you could do was swallowed anxiously as he kissed and nipped his way down your body once more. You flinched slightly when you felt J’s cool hands on yours legs, his fingers taunting you with slow strokes up to your inner thighs before he finally edged your legs further apart to give him access to the heat in between.  

You immediately tensed, sensing what was going to happen next. “Relax, princess…” J purred from between your legs, breathing in the heavy scent of your sex. If you had wanted to, you didn’t think you could in that moment, your every nerve on edge as you watched, J’s eyes never leaving yours, as he now placed a lingering kiss on the material that offered your last shred of modesty. You were trying hard not to fidget under his touches, but this slow torment coupled with your worry was driving your body mad.

“Has anyone ever touched you, my sweet?” J hummed against you cruelly, the vibrations from his voice and the heat of his breath on your dampness enough to make you shift uncomfortably beneath him. You felt his fingers slip down your inner thigh rubbing against the edge of your panties, promising, yet never crossing the flimsy boundary still in place. You bit hard on your lip to stop yourself moaning, managing to shake your head desperately.

“Good.” He growled fiercely, and you squirmed slightly as you felt his teeth graze a line down your covered slit. You felt almost relief now when you finally felt J’s fingers pulling down the edge of your panties, tugging them off you.

You were bare now - completely exposed - and you didn’t think you cared anymore.

Your back arched as you felt J’s lips on you without any hesitation, greedily sucking and nibbling at your clit till your head was rolling back, your breath short and shallow. His lips were then replaced by his fingers, keeping you lost in hazy fog of heat as his mouth found your pussy. You couldn’t help the almost-squeak you let out when you felt his tongue on you, digging your fingers hard into the bed for grip, your back arching even higher now in an attempt to get more, feeling the pressure building quickly in your lower abdomen, your legs tensing.

The Joker pulled back then, his hands also leaving you and you couldn’t help the desperate whine that left you. You tried to push yourself up to see why J had stopped, but suddenly he was above you, forcing you to stay down. “So eager…” He purred teasingly, his lips hoovering above yours. You couldn’t stand it, pushing yourself up the distance you needed to connect your lips with his hungrily, yours hands reaching for his face without thought to try to hold him in place. J growled in your mouth but didn’t pull away kissing you back just as fiercely, his own want getting the better of him for a moment. You slid your fingers up into his hair, tangling them into the green strands as you pushed your hips off the bed to meet his, impatient for the friction on your clit again. J had a woken a desperate need with you and you wanted that release that his fingers and mouth had promised.

The Joker groaned against you and you could feel the obvious bulge still restrained in his pants. He moved a hand down between you, forcing your hips back onto the bed. “J –“ You gasped into his lips, “Please –“

J pulled away from you, his mouth hovering over yours “Patience, kitten…” He growled, sounding anything but himself. “I want the first time you cum to be with me buried deep inside you….” He growled throatily, and those words alone had your lower body tingling eagerly again.

You nodded desperately at that, feeling too far gone now to stop. J let out another growl at this – more carnal and before you knew it he was throwing off his shirt and his hands were working at the waistband of his trousers. You felt a rush of nerves go through you when the Joker flung his trousers aside, revealing no underwear, but instead, large erect member now stood tall against his stomach. You swallowed anxiously, trying to keep your focus on the Joker’s face, but you couldn’t seem to stop your eyes flickering down to its intimidating size.

J could see the fear in your eyes and he crawled back over you, keeping his body propped above yours with his arms. “No turning back, kitten…” He reminded you with an almost gentle growl. You nodded numbly, not noticing J shift his weight and jumping when you felt one of his fingers back on your clit again, biting hard on your lip as you were reminded of the delicious sensations J was able to make you feel. You nodded more confidently now, closing your eyes at the curling tightness quick to return in stomach just from J’s touch.

“Do you want it?” You heard J rumble above you. You nodded again, your eyes still close, neck arched at the stimulation that was easily bringing you back to your previous state.

“Oh, no, sweetheart.” The Joker cooed sternly, “I wanna hear ya say it…” He growled.

“Yes.” You gasped urgently, cursing his lazy circles on your clit, wishing he would move faster, attempting to move your hips against his hand in order to get more friction.

You felt J’s hand slit up to your waist then, pushing your hips down into the bed. “Ah, ah, princess…” He tutted gruffly, “Remember what I said…” He growled.

“Do it!” You gasped, “Please J, I –“ You shifted your hips pointlessly under his hand, craving the release he kept holding back from you.

J groaned at your begging - he wanted to keep you this desperate for longer, but his own resolve was already starting to crumble at the prospect of your small body around his cock. He shifted to one side, seeing you lain out before and knowing he could spend hours teasing every inch of your body, but right now both of you had more pressing needs you needed to satisfy.

You felt yourself tense again as J’s hand – that had been holding you down – now moved to your hip, your mind torn between the desperate want you had and your fear of the pain you knew was coming. “Relax, my dear…” J growled through his teeth, not sounding at all comfortable himself at the effort to hold back from his usual merciless behaviour. You bit hard on your lip, willing yourself to relax but you knew you were too nervous for it to have much of an effect. You felt the Joker line himself up with your entrance and only felt yourself tense even more. “Easy…” The Joker growled above you and you felt his hand move from your hip back to your clit again, beginning the same lazy circles as before.

Your nerves fought the sensations, but soon you felt that hollow ache in yourself again, your desperation overcoming your fear. “J-“ Was all you could manage out to tell him as you stifled a moan. The Joker snarled above you and then you felt the pressure at your entrance as he slowly pushed himself into you, grunting with effort. Your eyes stung with pain as your walls stretch to accommodate him, and the feeling was weird and foreign to you. You hissed quietly, and J stilled, letting you get use to his size. You kept your eyes closed, too embarrassed to look at J, knowing this was likely to be killing him.

“Doll?” You heard the Joker growl above you after a moment, his voice strained.  You nodded stiffly. “Look at me.” He growled gruffly, unable to soften his voice for you anymore and you snapped your eyes open in fear that you’d angered him. J was glaring down at you, but the heat in his eyes wasn’t from anger or irritation and before you could say anything he began to slowly move inside you.

You winced at first, but whenever you closed your eyes you would hear the Joker growl above you again until you held met his eyes. Soon the pain from J’s slow thrusts began to fade slightly and you felt the now-familiar build up of pressure in your abdomen.

 “Ah, J, uh –“ You groaned, your back arching slightly, allowing him better access. You gasped as he stroked at a particular spot deep inside you, tipping your head back as you tried to move with his body again for more friction.

“Now that’s what I want to hear, doll…” J grunted, his hand going to your hips to direct your movements. “Moan for me…” He snarled heatedly, his thrusts becoming rougher and faster.

You did as he said, moaning as he pounded into your hard now - not sure you could have held it back even if you wanted to. Your noises only seemed to encourage J who shifted his position slightly and was somehow able to penetrate even deeper within you, hitting that particular spot even better. You let out a cry of pleasure before gritting your teeth against the ever-building pressure. “Yes – ah – J –“ You choked out, feeling your walls contracting around him.

“Cum for me, [Y/N].” He growled, pulling your hips down onto him so he thrust as deep into you as he could. His words were all you needed to push you over the edge and suddenly you felt waves of intense pleasure rolling through you, your back arching sharply and your legs tensing in your ecstasy. The clenching of your walls around his member was enough to send J over the soon after, thrusting roughly into you a few more times before he pulled out of you, groaning in pleasure as he came on the sheets next to you.

You were gasping for air where you lay, blood rushing in your ears, as J shifted to lie next to you. Reality suddenly seemed to come flooding back to you, suddenly realising what you had just done and that you were now lying in a bed completely naked next to an equally naked Joker. Your cheeks burned brightly, trying to work out if there was a way you could lie to expose the least amount of yourself, squeezing your legs together at the tenderness between them.

“Not going shy on me are you, kitten…” J teased with a growl next to you and you bit your lip at having been caught. You let out a gasp of surprise as J now rolled to hoover above you again, “Surely not after what we’ve just done…” He grinned wickedly, “The begging…” He recalled, and you felt your cheeks flush even more, “The moaning…” You couldn’t stand it bringing your hands to your face, covering your eyes, feeling the heat in your skin under your palms.

“Now anyone would think you were ashamed, my dear…” J growled.

“No – no.” You said quickly, dropping your hands and looking directly at J’s scowl above you. “It’s just I’m - I’m processing…” You mumbled lamely. J arched an eyebrow at you, but didn’t say anything, shifting himself to lie next to you again.

“I – I do have a question though.” You muttered weakly in a brief second of bravery.

J interlinked his fingers over his chest and glanced across at you. “Is it how babies are made, kitten? Because Frosty really should have covered that one with ya before we –“

“I’m serious.” You scowled at him and he arched his eyebrow at you again, aware he seemed to have hit a tender spot. “I –“ You swallowed nervously, “I want to do that again –“ You confessed and J’s eyebrows shot up. “Not right now!” You said quickly.

“Oh I disagree…” J grinned lazily, suddenly reaching for you and pulling you into him until you found yourself  straddling his waist.

“J-“ You protested, only too aware of his eyes now roaming your entire body as you sat above him and you lost your trail of thought for a moment as you also realised this was the first time you had been able to fully appreciate his naked torso beneath you.

“Doll?” J prompted sly, running his hands up your thighs to your hips. You scowled at him, then sighed. “You – you said earlier that it –“ You gestured vaguely to the bed next to him and J arched his brow again at your innocence, “ – it would be sweeter because I was – I hadn’t –“

“Yes?” J grumbled impatiently.

“Well, does – does that mean I’m not – I won’t -” You sighed, ducking your head. You didn’t want to ask, but you couldn’t help worrying about it. “Does it mean I won’t be as good for you?” You finally managed out, wincing.

The Joker paused for a moment, then grinned devilishly. “Oh, my dear,” He purred lowly, “You’ll be better…” His hand began rubbing up and down your hips. “But you’ll also be mine…” He growled, now slipping his hands up your back to pull you down to him. “The thought that all this,” One of his hands smooth down your spine to your butt, squeezing your cheek enough to make you jump and flush hotly again, “is mine alone…” He growled. You flicked your gaze up to J’s, where he was watching you with that now-familiar hot look in his eye, and you brought your hands up to his chest, letting your fingers run over the muscles and feeling them flex under your touch. You should probably have a problem with his possessive behaviour, but it only made your heart swell and a shiver run through you. You let your hands slide lower on him, fanning over his stomach, making J growl at your teasing, before you let them rest at his hips, a smirk on your lips as you leant down to find J’s.

Maybe you did want to do it again right now…

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Joker x Reader (Frost’s Daughter) - Frost’s Secret - Part 9

Ok, this part isn’t great, but at least I’ve finally written it! Yay! Hope it’s not terrible! Joker’s a bit ooc, but it was interesting trying to make him cruel and comforting!

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You still felt the kiss lingering on your lips as the Joker carried you into the now-familiar warehouse. He had automatically lifted you out of the car, ignoring your protests that you were more than capable of walking, and you were slightly grateful for it - your body still weak and his arms a welcome security compared to what you had been through.

Frost was already inside, waiting oddly anxiously for a man that rarely show emotion – your kidnapping clearly having shaken him quite badly - for his boss to return and, hopefully, with you in tow. Luke stood next to him, lingering awkwardly, apparently not sure where he should be or what he should be doing.

The sight of you in the Joker’s arms definitely seemed to take both of them by surprise - especially when the Joker’s stony glare looked anything but tender. You couldn’t blame them, J’s behaviour surprised you as well. The kiss in the car had stunned you into silence, but when the Joker broke away, he had simply turned, his jaw tense, and roared the car back into life, accelerating ridiculously fast back to the warehouse without a word.

You had no idea what he was thinking, and you might think he regretted it if he didn’t seem determined to constantly be touching you.

The Joker carried you past your father without a or even glance in his direction, and headed through the warehouse, Frost following on a few steps behind, looking tenser than usual. J continued into his office without a word, moving behind his desk and you screwed your face up in pain as he lowered himself into his chair, forcing you to sit on his lap, still cradled against him. You felt awkward to be in such an intimate position with father hovering opposite you on the other side of the desk, the silence tense as you glanced uncomfortably between Frost and J.

Your father didn’t know what had happened, but he could clearly sense that something had. You cleared your throat self-consciously and your frost’s eyes flickered to you. “Um – uh – w-what is the plan?” You asked, trying to break the unease.

“Plan?” Your father questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“About Cassie.” You explained, very conscious of not moving a single muscle where you sat – half worried you would annoy J somehow, and half not wanting to make your position anymore compromising in front of your father.

“We have men on it.” Your father answered stiffly, staring formally straight ahead, trying to keep his eyes averted from you and the Joker. “They’ll track her down eventually.”

“But, I –“

“You are doing nothing.” Frost said firmly, all his attention now focusing on you.  “You’re getting some medical attention and staying put.” You blinked slightly surprised, never having heard him sound more like a father before.

“But-“ You continued to protest.

“End of.” Your dad growled. “No more getting involved.” His face was deadly serious.

“But she’s my sister –“

“Who locked you up.”

“But –“

“Doll.” You now heard the Joker growled in your ear and you flinched -  having also forgotten about him, and now feeling his hand tighten where it rested on your hip. “You’re staying put.” You opened your mouth to protest again, but you felt the Joker’s grip tighten even more and you cringed, thinking better. Frost frowned, concerned at your reaction, unable to see the Joker’s hold on you.

You bobbed your head slightly, “Fine.” You murmured.

“That’s better.” J crooned in your ear and his grip on you loosened, but his hand, still hidden from Frost by the edge of the desk, now slipped under the edge of your ruined shirt, his cold fingers making you jump as they slowly began to rub small, soothing, circles into your skin. “Now tell Frosty to disappear.” He murmured in your ear. You glanced at your dad - swearing your cheeks must be on fire – who must have heard as he seemed to stiffen, hesitating before he then reluctantly then and left without you needing to say a word.

“Why -?” You began, turning back to look at J as the door closed behind Frost, but, before you could finish, the Joker had captured your lips into a kiss, swallowing up the rest of your words.

“I didn’t think Frosty deserved the torture of seeing that,” J purred against your lips, “but I was going to do it either way.” He growled, now resting his pale forehead against yours. You gasped grateful breaths of air as you watched his face, his bruise eyelids closed and his face looking almost relaxed for the first time since he’d come for you. One of his hands had worked its way up to your face and you flinched slightly as not gripped your jaw firmly. “Don’t think for a second though, dolly,” J growled, his eyes snapping open to stare into yours hard. “That I’m buying your little act.”

Your mind was slow from the intensity of the kiss and, for a moment, you had no idea what he was talking about. “What?” You mumbled, furrowing your brow.

J pulled back, much to your disappointment - having been hoping he was going to return to your lips again - “Stay put was it, kitten?” He questioned with a bemused expression, though his eyes were dark. “I don’t like being lied to…” He drawled warningly. “But Johnny-boy can believe what he wants…” He dismissed, his gaze glancing to the closed door before flicking back to yours, making you drop your eyes guiltily. “You demanded an answer in the car, dolly,” He growled lowly to you, “I only think it’s fair that you do me the same courtesy…” He mused, the grip on your jaw loosening slightly and he trailed his thumb along the skin, tracing the line of bone. “So, tell me why it is you care so much about this girl?”

“Well – uh – she’s – she’s my sister.” You stuttered out, eyes on his lips, knowing his piercing gaze would make it even more difficult to find the words - already struggling to keep your mind focused thanks to his distracting touch.

“Whom you have known less than a week, and - in that time – kept you locked up and tortured, princess?” He growled. “Try again.”

You couldn’t stand his distracting touches or close proximity anymore and went to push yourself off his lap, surprised when J actually let you go. You felt his eyes follow you as you slightly hobbled, your legs still weak, around the desk away from him, pausing where your dad had stood only a few minutes ago. You were immediately missing the Joker’s touch - not realising how much you craved it before until you were given it – but you needed to think straight, and you couldn’t when his lips were that close and the memory of them so fresh, or when his taunted you with caresses.

You get your head down on the carpet, your back still to the Joker, taking a deep breath. “I don’t think she is my sister.” You finally confessed, your voice slightly croaky. “Well, not wholly.” You corrected quickly, then sighed, turning back to J, though not bothering to raise your head. “You probably don’t care.” You muttered, flopping down into one of the leather chairs that sat opposite his desk.

“Au contraire, dolly…” J drawled with a devilish grin, now leaning forward in his chair and placing his elbows on the table, interlacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “Now you have my attention… Hoo hoo” He giggled.

You eyed him warily. “I – I just noticed little things whilst I was with her…” You muttered, ducking your head again to stare at you lap where your hands rested. “Things that reminded me of Frost…” You murmured. “And it – it just occurred to me that – that I don’t do anything – look anything – like Frost…” You mumbled. “And… seeing my mother…” You breathed quietly, and, if the room hadn’t been silent, J probably wouldn’t have been able to hear you. “I don’t think Frost is my father.” You finally admitted, your voice cracking - saying it out loud just making your suspicions hit home and you felt a painful pang in your heart.

You bowed your head further, you couldn’t believe you were telling the Joker this, but who else did you have to talk to about it? You should tell Frost your suspicion though, shouldn’t you? But how would he respond? Would he just abandon you? You had no ties to him if it was true - no reason for him to need to look after you anymore – you weren’t his problem.

You didn’t want to lose him. You didn’t want to lose your dad.

The giggling in front of you snapped you out of your thoughts, and you glared over at J where he rocked in his seat with laughter. “You think that is funny?!” You demanded.

“Oh, I do!” He grinned through his chuckles. “I think it’s hilarious that Johnny-boy’s wasted his life on a brat that isn’t even his!” He cackled. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it when I first saw you! Of course, you’re not Frosty’s!” He hooted. “The only bits of him in you are the ones that can be taught - it’s obvious!” You felt the tears stinging your eyes at his cruel words and you blinked rapidly, ducking your head again. “I also think it’s hilarious,” He gasped, “that you clearly think he’s now going to up and leave you.”

“What?” You sniffed, snapping your head up at that last comment.

“It’s clear on your face, princess.” J giggled, “And why else would you be talking to me about this?” He grinned, “You’re afraid to tell him in case he ups and leaves ya!”

“And you don’t think he will?” You asked, ignoring his callous words.

“Dolly, I thought you would know Johnny-boy better than anyone!” The Joker laughed harshly. “The man is aggravatingly soft where you’re concerned!”

“But I’m not –“

“If you’re so concerned, kitten…” J purred, “Let’s do a little experiment…” He grinned, and you watched, confused, as he now reached for the phone on his desk.

“Wait, no!” You cried suddenly realizing what he was doing as the Joker sent Frost a message summoning him back to the room.

“What are you doing?!” You demanded desperately.

“Putting your mind at ease, princess.” The Joker said simply, placing his phone back down. “Like a nice person, doll.” He grinned devilishly. You scowled, wondering if it was possible to escape the room before Frost showed – though that wouldn’t stop J from telling him.

It didn’t take long for the knock at the door and Frost to reappear in the room. “Boss?” Frost questioned, his glancing to you in concern, glad to see you were no longer on J’s lap, and that you had seemed to suffer no additional harm.

“There’s been a minor revelation, Frosty.” The Joker grinned, and you glanced back to where he sat, begging him with your eyes to shut up, but J ignored you. “Seems the little doll here, isn’t yours.” You felt your heart drop and you closed your eyes, waiting for the world to implode around you.

“Is that a – uh – joke, sir?”

“Bet you wish it was, Johnny.” J sneered. “But little [Y/N] here figured it out – you might want a word with that little wifey of yours – and perhaps a paternity test!” The Joker hooted viciously, sinking back into his chair and kicking his legs up onto the desk, watching the consequences of his statement.

You glanced anxiously at Frost who had been staring in shock at J, but his eyes now turned to you with a look of confusion and possible pain. You couldn’t stand it, dropping your eyes and feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt – for what you weren’t sure – maybe stealing his life when you didn’t deserve it – because you weren’t his. You felt the familiar twinge in your chest at remembering this again.

You didn’t lift your head until you heard the door slam which made you flinch, spilling the tears that had gathered in the corner of your eyes. You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding. “Why did you do that?” You mumbled at the floor, knowing J would be able to hear.  “Why are you so cruel?”

“Cruel? Oh dolly, that was merciful.” The Joker grinned pitilessly. “I’ve saved you month of tortious circling around whether you ought to tell your dear, beloved not-daddy.” He faux-pouted. “Why, if anything, you should be thanking me!” He exclaimed, beaming sinisterly.

You sniffed, gritting your teeth as you now shoved yourself angrily to your feet and stormed out of the office. You had trusted J – turned to him when you didn’t know who else to confide in – and for a moment you had almost felt safe with him.

But then he’d gone and thrown it in your face.

Maybe it was his way of caring, maybe he really did mean it, that  – behind all his laughs and giggles – he had wanted to save you from the pain of worrying over what to do. Right now, though, you couldn’t handle his sharp, to the point – basically cruel – help. You needed to escape the cold truth for a bit.

You had no family.

It suddenly seemed to hit you as you walked nowhere in particular, just striding, lost, down the corridors of the warehouse, hands stuffed moodily in your pockets. Your mother might be your biological mum, but she wasn’t really your mother – not since she left you - especially not when she kidnapped you. And now your father wasn’t your father. You had no father - no idea who he was at least – and, chances were, he was just another criminal thug who, if you were lucky, had been shot in a dark alley years ago.

You stopped in the middle of the large loading bay you were walking through. That was a cruel thought. Frost was a ‘thug’ after all, Lucas was a ‘thug’. So, why then, did you feel so bitter towards this man you didn’t know? Because he had never contacted you? Chances were, he didn’t even know you existed. No, the person to hate - to blame - was your mother. And that bitch was lounging around in the warehouse somewhere.

You ground your teeth in fury and now turned to stomp off with more purpose now, heading for the ‘staff room’. You shoved the heavy door open, immediately spotting a small group of men taking there break by playing poker around the small rickety kitchen table. They turned now to see the newcomer, surprise to see it you and even more surprised to find there was no Frost following on behind you. “Where’s Kelly?” You snarled, your temper overcoming any intimidation you felt from the large burly men. They looked at you and then at each other in confusion. You sighed loudly, rolling your eyes. “My mother?” You growled, “Frost’s bitch?” You hinted.

The men’s eyes lit up at that and you rolled your eyes again. Trust that to work. A familiar figure now stood up on the opposite side of the table, catching your eye. “I know.” Lucas offered.

“Great.” You muttered, “Show me.” You growled, and Frost’s protegee nodded, slightly bewildered by the request – and your mood - but willing to help.

Lucas tossed his hand of cards on the table, “I’m out lads.” He muttered, not seeming to care about the money he had lost and grabbing his lose cash he had yet to bet, unhooking his jacket from the back of his chair. He strode over to you, shrugging on his jacket, and held the door open for you to exit back out into the corridor.

He led you back towards J’s office and you felt your stomach tighten, paranoid the clown would step out as you past, and really not in the mood to see him again right now - your blood still simmering at his betrayal.

He didn’t show though, the door remaining closed as you followed after Lucas. He hadn’t bothered to try to make conversation or question you over your cause, clearly sensing your mood. You felt bad that you were taking your temper out on him – none of this had anything to do with him after all. “Thanks Lucas.” You muttered quietly, as good natured as you could muster at the moment - which wasn’t much.

He back at you in surprise. “Uh - no problem.” He murmured, turning his gaze back to the hallway ahead, knowing better than to push the conversation further.

Eventually he stopped at a rather non-descript door, much the same as all the others. “She’s – uh – down there,” Lucas said, pushing the door open and gesturing down a set of stairs that led down into the dark. “Third room on the right.” He explained, then hesitated. “Do you – uh – want me to come down with you?” He asked.

“No,” You murmured, staring down into the basement of the warehouse. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, uh – good luck?” He offered, still not sure what you goal was, as you took the first step. You didn’t response, now descending down the staircase, treading more carefully as you neared the bottom, the light fading to barely anything. You found another door at the foot the steps, and pushed this open, stepping out into another corridor, the air considerably colder than upstairs. The walls were lined with doors that seemed to lead to varying sized store cupboards, the bare concrete illuminated by flicker bulbs above that looked like they might die out at any moment. You counted the doors as you walked till you found the right one, hesitating for a moment, worried for a moment that it might be locked, but you tried it anyway, surprised when it opened, and you stepped in.

You saw mother sat against the back wall looking worse for wear - though her state triggered no emotion in you - but she wasn’t alone. Stood above her was Frost, a gun in his hand aimed at your Kelly’s head.

He glanced back at the sound of your entrance. “[Y/N]?” He exclaimed in surprise, the break in his voice taking you aback, and you felt all the anger in your body dissipate instantly, suddenly feeling like a scared lonely child. You wanted nothing more than to run to her father and hug him - something you hadn’t done in many years after you had found out about his reputation and his need to maintain it.

Now that wasn’t what held you back though. He wasn’t your father. He now felt like a stranger to you and you couldn’t help the hopeless tears welling in your eyes. You felt pathetic. You felt worthless. You hadn’t felt any of the aches from your bruised body since confessing your realisation to the Joker, but you knew why now, all the pain concentrating in the centre of your chest.

Nobody wanted you. Your mum didn’t. Your dad didn’t. And now even Frost wouldn’t.

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Joker’s Son x Reader (Frost’s Daughter) - Oneshot Request - Christmas Pup

Ok, this was a request from another lovely anon:

I have a request for a Joker's Son x Reader (Frost's Daughter) BECAUSE I CAN'T GET OVER HOW CUTE THEY ALL ARE. Would you please write about how it's Christmas and the reader and Frost spends the holiday with Joker and Lonnie because it's been a tradition since they were kids, and Lonnie surprises the reader with a dog she was eyeing at a local dog shelter. And it's just a lot of fluff between them with the normal teasing comments Joker likes to give the two love birds.

I’m sooooo sorry it’s taking me so long to get these request out.

I’m not gonna lie, this was an odd one to write at this time of year haha and it’s all a bit random, but hopefully it ticked all the cuteness and teasing boxes!

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You piled the last present on the neat stack that sat next to you, admiring your choice of golden ribbon that matched nicely with the red holly patterned paper.

“You finally done?” Your dad asked as he now entered the room.

You over the small island at him, turning on your stool to follow his progress as he moved behind you further into the kitchen. “I would have been done quicker if you helped.” You told him.

“But they wouldn’t have looked half as nice.” Frost said with a slight smirk, “And probably wasted a lot more wrapping paper.” He pointed out.

“Have you ever even bought a present?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him as you now watched him reach for the biscuit barrel on the side.

Your dad pulled out a gingerbread man and tossed it over to you. “Sure,” He said, reaching back into the tin for his own biscuit. “I use to buy your Christmas and Birthday presents before you could.” He smirked.

“So, until I was five?”

He made a face at you, “Probably till two,” he confessed with a guilty twist of his lips, “Then J would get someone to do it for us.”

“You two…” You muttered under your breath, turning back to the counter, rolling your eyes as you took a bite of the biscuit. “I don’t know how you would survive without me.”

“Without you, I would never have to buy presents.” Your dad reminded you, pointing his piece gingerbread accusingly.

You stayed silent at that, pursing your lips in annoyance. Frost affectionately ruffled your hair as he walked past, letting you know it was just a jest. You batted his hand away but couldn’t help smirking. Your dad was clearly in a good mood. Sure, you knew he was a different man around you compared to the stiff, emotionless, right-hand man to the Joker that the rest of Gotham knew - but it was still rare that he joked and messed around with you like this anymore.

Maybe you had finally infected him with the Christmas spirit.

You had tried hard enough over the last month after all, loving the holiday, and therefore decorating the flat as soon as possible with paper chains, tinsel and the biggest tree you could fit in the cramped living room. You’d then proceeded to make sure there was a endless supply of gingerbread and mince pies in the kitchen, whilst also ensuring the entire floor of the apartment block smelt constantly like wintery spices.

Frost had, at first, protested – like he did every year – but that didn’t stop him eating his body weight in biscuits and eventually giving up on tearing down the tinsel when you persistently replaced it.

After spending pretty much every year of your life fighting his ‘bah humbug’ spirit, you were slowly starting to make him cave.

You’d worked out that was how your dad worked. Generally, he was stubborn and unrelenting in his views and decisions, but when you chose to play the long game, slowly chipping away at his resolve, you could – just maybe – begin to alter his mindset. It did require a lot of patience and subtle manipulation on your part, though – and to not give away what you were trying to do if you became frustrated or hot-headed.

That’s what you’d been doing for a while now. Working on Frost. This time for one thing you been whining for since you were a girl – even gone so far as to threaten to leave home when you were younger and more naïve.

You wanted a dog.

Frost had never allowed it. It was another mouth to feed he couldn’t afford and a nuisance if you didn’t train it properly. At ten years old it was a joke. Now though, it was a different matter.

You had big plans, and you were now so sure you were close to breaking your dad’s resolve on the matter, that you’ve even begun visiting the nearby rescue centres. Many dogs had caught your eye, but there was one in particular you had your sights on, a young German Shepard.

He was a good catch though, and, if you wanted to get him, you needed to act fast before someone else snatched him up – something Lonnie had informed you of whilst you’d been staring adoringly at the pup who stood up against the kennel fence to greet you.

Of course, Lonnie had been right, but you hadn’t appreciated the downer at the point in time, scowling and punching his arm, exclaiming how you were working on it.

“I take it your criticism of my speed means you’re ready?” You now called out the kitchen door to your dad in the other room.

“[Y/N], when you’ve worked for J for as long as I have, you’re always ready.” He muttered, stepping back into the room.

“Good, then let’s go.” You said, slipping off the stool, “Lonnie wanted me to stop by earlier if I could anyway.” You explained, tugging on the bottom of your dress self-conscious, not used to being so dressed up. It was odd, you spent most of your time with the two men you were now going to see – yet for some reason you felt you needed to put in some special effort because it was a more official ‘get together’ – you’d done your makeup, put on a nice outfit, even messed with your stubborn hair. But it was Christmas after all, better put some effort in.

“How are things with you and Lonnie?”

“Things?” You frowned glancing up at your dad and seeing the look on his face. “Oh, come on! It’s bad enough J makes fun of us, not you too!” You scowled.

“The fact there is an ‘us’, gives it away, kid.” Your dad chuckled.

“How else to you refer to multiple people?!” You demanded, but it was clear to Frost by your quick-fused frustration that he’d hit some truth. It was easy to see it between you and Lonnie anyway.

“Let’s just go, can we?” You muttered at your dad’s bemused expression, brushing past him with the half of the presents, leaving him to grab the rest.

 A short drive and the usual greetings later, you were in the kitchen of the Joker’s huge penthouse helping to arrange food with the staff that were unluckily employed over the holidays – you always insisted the ones that stayed were the ones without family, or with family they certainly wouldn’t miss not spending the Christmas period with. You sipped at your glass of champagne before setting it on the side and bending to pull out a tray of mince pies from the oven. You knew there would still be guards positioned around the penthouse – even out on the cold streets – so you always sneakily made extra food to hand out to them. Your father always liked to tell you what it was like, trying to work your way up the ranks of J’s men, it didn’t sound easy. And it was Christmas after all.

“Hey, [Y/N]!”

“Jeez!” You cried, jumping slightly at the voice behind you. “Lonnie,” You breathed, glancing over your shoulder as you straightened up with the tray, somehow not having dropped anything. “You made me jump!” You scolded, pushing the tray onto the side and closing the oven door.

“Sorry, doll.” He apologised quickly, glancing around at the kitchen, some food ready for the table, some still waiting it’s turn in the queue for the oven. “Do you have any – uh – ‘spare’ food?” He asked.

“Well, considering for four people, we always seemed to make an amount for a small army…” You mused, also glancing around at the food prep. “Probably not.” You chuckled.  “Why,” You smirked at him, “you hungry?”

“Me, kitten? Nah, I – uh –“ He glanced around at the staff, then leant in closer to speak in your ear. “I sneak stuff out to my mates on patrol.” He murmured. You couldn’t help laughing. “What, doll?” He demanded, pulling back to look at you reproachfully.

“Oh, nothing,” You smirked, “Just didn’t think your cold heart was capable of something that nice, that’s all.” You laughed, turning back to your tray of food and moving it over to the island. Lonnie followed after you.

“Hey, doll, I’ve been out there – I know how shit that deal is” He defended, nodding his head vaguely towards the outside, “‘specially when it’s subzero temperatures.” He muttered.

“Well, then, it’s a good thing that I make extra food each year for that exact same reason.” You quipped, now shovelling beginning to shift the pies from the tray into a Tupperware box.

“You do?” He asked in surprise.

“Why do you sound so shocked?” You laughed, turning back to him again.

“I just didn’t think your cold heart was capable of something that nice, doll.” He mimicked back at you and you scowled.

“My dad always made sure I knew what the men go through.” You muttered moodily and Lonnie nodded in understanding, though the frown didn’t leave his face. “What’s up?” You asked.

“It’s just that – I’ve been stealing food for those lads for years now… but they’ve been getting food from you as well – sneaky bastards.” He muttered, and you laughed.

“Well, here you go.” You said, pushing the box of food towards him. “I’ll make the parcels up as they become available – you deliver.” You bargained with a smile.

“Alright,” He nodded, “But if some of the food ends up thrown at their heads it ain’t my fault, doll, got it?”

“Sure thing,” You shrugged, “Whatever you feel you gotta do.” You smirked, watching his back as he now strode moodily away to confront his mates about playing the system.

 “That felt like more food than usual.” Commented your dad after dinner as the four of you now moved from the dinner table to the large lounge.

“Probably because we weren’t giving out half of it to the help.” Lonnie muttered in your ear, stepping up beside you. You snickered quietly before noticing both the Joker and your dad had caught your laugh.

“I think the kids have an inside joke, Frosty.” J observed with a wicked gleam in his eye. “I hope it was inappropriate.” He grinned at the two of you.

You felt your cheeks turn a guilty red, despite it being nothing of the sort. “Just saying how it didn’t seem to slow any of you guys down - there’s still barely any leftovers.” You sassed back.

They both eyed you like they weren’t completely sure you were telling the truth, but dropped it anyway as you entered the lounge, Frost breaking away to get some drinks. You took one of the two-seater sofas next to the large Christmas tree, stretching out on the cushions, feeling that warm doozy feeling that came from having eaten a large meal.

“Move your feet.” You opened one eye slightly to find Lonnie standing over your legs, waiting for you to move.

“Why?” You frowned, now crossing your legs at the heel stubbornly.

“Oh, I dunno, doll? So, the smallest person in the room doesn’t take up two seats to herself?”

“What does it matter if I do? There’s plenty of other seats.” You exclaimed, gesturing around at the other chairs.

“If you’re gonna fall asleep anyway, dolly, you can take one of the other chairs that doesn’t have such a prime view of the TV and is also nicely close to the heater.” He pointed out.

“Aww, you cold?” You teased childishly, but sat up anyway, pulling your legs in and twisting back around to sit on the seat properly. Lonnie just made a face at you before sitting down next to you.

“Ah, look, the love birds are sitting together…” Drawled J with a wide grin, now dropping into the corner of another of the sofas, whiskey glass in hand.

You scowled at him but knew there was little use fighting his comment – the more you protested, the more he assured you that it must be true. It was better for everyone’s (remaining) sanity not to go down that path.

Lonnie didn’t seem to have that same train of thought though. “Lay off, J.” He growled moodily, not bothering to look at his father.

“Sorry, kiddo,” J cackled, “It’s the curse of the Joker charm – the ladies can’t resist ya!” He grinned evilly, shooting you a wink.

You just rolled my eyes, “I’m sure I can try.” You muttered, baited into commenting. You crossed one leg over the other and leaned into the arm of the sofa, self-consciously trying to stay as far away from Lonnie as possible. Comments on Lonnie’s attraction only made you more aware of it, your friends at the pub were usually the ones to mention it, it might become almost unbearable if J now made it a regular thing.

J grinned at you, as though reading your mind.

Your father now joined you the three of you, drink in hand. He glanced at where you sat. “Is Lonnie contagious or something, [Y/N]?” He asked, noting your stiff posture and your position on the couch. “If he is, maybe you ought to sit on another chair…”

“I was here first.” You muttered stubbornly, annoyed at the constant comments.

“Alright kid, don’t pout.” Frost reprimanded, and you scowled.

“Can we just open presents or something – anything that doesn’t involve talking?” You asked irritably, and the men glanced at each – sharing a look that said it was probably your hormones or something. This just added to your annoyance and you grumbled under your breath.

“Maybe you’re right, doll.” Lonnie muttered, getting to his feet. “Wanna give me a hand bringing ‘em in?” He asked down at you.

You frowned, at him, surprised. “Uh – yeah, sure.” You mumbled, also pushing yourself up.  You were still tired, but right now you wanted out of J’s and your dad’s scrutiny - even now, you could feel their eyes on your back as you headed out the door, closely followed by Lonnie.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t, kid!” J called after him with a grin, “And maybe a lot less than that if you don’t want Frosty to gut ya!” He laughed manically, the sound following the two of you down the corridor.

“The two of them are ridiculous.” You grumbled as you walked, feeling Lonnie’s presence just behind you.

“Why do you let it get to you so much, doll?” You heard him ask, “Does the idea really repel ya that much?”

“What?” You frowned, pausing and turning back to him.

“Why are you so horrified by the idea of us being a couple?”

“I-I’m not – I –“ You stopped again, suddenly realising what you were saying. “Are we really having this conversation?!” You demanded, marching on ahead again.

Lonnie easily caught up with you. “Yes, we are, kitten, because I wanna know what I need to do for future reference.”

You stopped once again, turning to him face him, feeling your heart rate quicken as you frowned. “Future reference?” You repeated, bewildered, your voice breaking.

“Sure.” He nodded. “What’ll make me more appealing to girls…” Your heart sank in realisation. “Specifically, you.” He added, and you swear your heart now stopped completely.

“What?” You said again, but this time your voice barely came out as more than a whisper.

He smirked to himself, walking past you, “D’ya know what the guys said when I asked them why they kept accepting food from both of us?” You didn’t say anything, but that seemed fine. “They said they were waiting for us to work it out, hoped it would bring us together. At the holidays. Said we were cute.”

You still couldn’t find it in you to speak, not wanting to ruin the moment. “I got annoyed at first.” He admitted, and you weren’t sure what he was meant by all this. “But then I remembered, doll…” He drawled, stopping outside the door you knew led to his bedroom – though you hadn’t realised you’d walked that far. “That I’ve been trying to be cute to you my entire life.” He grinned.

“You’re crazy.” You croaked, but you could feel your heart swelling hopefully.

“No…” He corrected you, “I’m cute.” He grinned.

“Oh?” You asked with raised eyebrows, though you couldn’t help but grin back.

“Do you need proof?”

“If your ‘proof’ is in your room,” You laughed, watching him edge towards the door, “then I don’t think ‘cute’ is the right word… Maybe presumptuous? Or hopeful?” You teased.

He scowled playfully at you. “Do you want your Christmas present or not?”

There was suddenly a thump against the door next to you making you jump. “Please tell me you just knocked the door…” Lonnie just grinned at you. “Lonnie…” You laughed nervously, suspicious and a little bit scared.

“Told ya someone else would get him if you didn’t, kitten.” He shrugged with a grin.

Your eyes widened. “Lonnie, don’t joke with me about this! You know much I wanted that dog!” You cried, not letting yourself believe it.

There was another loud thud against the door. “Can you believe me a bit quicker, doll - preferably before he knocks himself out?” Lonnie smirked. You could feel your eyes betraying you with tears now and you nodded, unable to speak. Lonnie grinned again and pushed open the door. A mass of hair came flying out, colliding solidly into your legs and nearly knocking you flying. You stepped back to brace against the corridor wall as the huge German Shepard puppy now threw himself at you again, his cold wet nose bumping your cheek and his claws scrambling for purchase on your dress and arms.

You brought your hands up to protect your face from being slobbered on too much, when suddenly the puppy was pulled down, leaving you laughing breathless as you watched Lonnie wrestle the dog, one hand on his collar, the other wrapped around his chest, leaning over its back to try to keep in under some semblance of control. “You might regret this present.” Lonnie gasped out, though you found that difficult to believe as you now looked down at the puppy who was glancing between you and Lonnie, desperately squirming to show one of your affection.

You laughed, “Don’t worry, I can handle him – I’ve dealt with worse.” You teased, referring to him, Frost and J. Lonnie wrestled the puppy back into the room, closing the door on him.

“Hey!” You protested, already hearing a thump against the door as the puppy protested.

“Oh, no, doll.” Lonnie growled. “I’ve waited this long - I ain’t about to have a pup steal my kiss at the last minute!” He growled.

“Oh? You think you’ve earnt a kiss?” You taunted.

“Doll, I’ve had that thing living in my room for the past week – I’ve earnt my kiss!” He growled.

You laughed. “Ok,” You hummed, stepping towards him, “maybe you can have the first kiss,” You allowed, slyly, placing your hands on his chest, curling your fingers into his shirt, “but ya gotta know you’ve got competition now.” You told him, glancing up at his dark eyes.

His hand found your waist, pulling your closer. “Bring it on.” He muttered before finally kissing you.

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Joker x Reader (Frost’s Daughter) - Frost’s Secret - Part 5

Ok guys, sorry it took me so long to get this one done, the last few days has been quite busy for me. This part is quite short, but I think I roughly know what I’m doing for the next so hopefully it shouldn’t be too far behind once I’ve done a few parts of my other stories!

I hope you enjoy it - I’ve gone a bit off track from where I had originally seen this story going, but I’m just kind of rolling with it...?

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FROST’S SECRET MASTERLIST

You staggered, feeling the sharp sting of the cut where the heavily ringed hand had caught you. Your legs were weak and unable to keep you upright and you threw out your arms as you fell, jolting your wrists painfully when they made contact with the floor. You felt the grazes on your palms prickle and the pain in your hip blossom as you fought back the water in your eyes.

You remained on the floor, trying desperately to keep some sort of dignity. You knew better than to get back up again – though you hadn’t known better than to back chat the man a moment ago.

“Your pathetic mother was only supposed to threaten Frost.” The man growled, pacing in his temper “She seemed to think she seized an opportunity by nabbing you – personally” He snarled darkly. “I think, she’s just saddled me with another thing to feed.” He spat at you cruelly, looking at you like you were something he’d found in a drain.

Everything in you wanted to snarled back at him, but you kept your mouth shut, twisting your head up to glare at the tall, burly man.

No, you wouldn’t get yourself killed, but you wouldn't let yourself be bullied either. You defiantly refused to stem the slow trickle of blood now oozing from your cheek - he’d have to try harder than that to break you.

“Now.” He growled again, his temper gone, but replaced with a nasty grin. “I am more than happy to withhold such luxuries from you.” He warned, grabbing your chin in a painful hold, crushing your jaw in his strong fingers so you couldn’t help closing your eyes at the pain. “But… whilst you’re here…” he mused quietly in your ear. “We might as well make use of you...”

 Frost had watched the video three times now since it had turned up outside his flat door earlier that morning. Twice he had watched it alone, now he was finally showing it to his boss.

J’s jaw had got tenser the longer he watched to the point that it looked close to snapping.

“What are they asking for?” He finally growled out, not moving his gaze from where [Y/N] - weakly supporting herself on her hands and knees - was now kicked in the stomach, spending her sprawling across the floor. The child was bruised, bleeding and weary, but he could see something in her eyes that told him she hadn’t given up yet. There was still some fight in her.

“Money. A large amount of it.” Frost answered stiffly, wishing he didn’t have to watch the torture again.

“And this was just sent to you?”

“Yes.” Frost frowned, confused by the question.

“Good.” The Joker muttered, now getting up from his chair at the head of the long meeting room table, though the tape continued to play out on the projector screen.

“Boss?”

“If they’re only threatening you, Frosty,” J grinned sinisterly, “then they don’t know about my part in this…” He mused to himself, a plan clearly forming in his mind. “And they’ll believe you’re limited to your resources alone.”

“And I’m not, boss?” Frost questioned with a raised brow. “Are you offering to help get my daughter back?”

“No.” J growled, turning back to the video screen, watching the balding man now back handing [Y/N]’s already bruised face. “I’m going to get my girl back.”

Frost had inwardly cringed at J’s continual possessiveness over [Y/N], but he couldn’t afford to argue with the crime lord now, desperately needing access to the Joker’s funds and equipment – especially with the time passing so quickly and having no way of knowing how well his daughter was holding up.

J had happily handed over the large sum of money without Frost even needing to ask, but the head henchman did have to draw the line when the Joker wanted to accompany him to the transfer point. Frost couldn’t risk causing any more harm to [Y/N] by him dragging along his unpredictable boss.

So, Frost now found himself driving, alone, into the cavernous loading bays of one of the many abandoned warehouses that lined Gotham’s docks. It was hopeless to think that this was the kidnapper’s hideout - this was just a suitable location off police radars that had enough boxes, rooms and other nooks and crannies to hide a small army, as well as conceal numerous snipers should Frost make a wrong move. He wasn’t stupid, he knew his movements would have been watched since the moment he’d turned onto the street.

Frost pulled up opposite a car that was already parked in the large, concrete room, noting the large balding man – roughly Frost’ s size – who leant against the side of it, watching him as he got out. Frost met the man’s gaze, alert for anyone else around him or any slight movement.

“Hello Johnny-boy.” The man grinned, his arms crossed over his chest. Frost showed no sign of acknowledging the greeting, his face blank of expression. “Got a bit of lose cash for me?” The man continued, unperturbed by the lack of response.  

Frosts turned, without a word, back to the car, reaching in and extracting a black leathery briefcase which he then swung up onto the roof.

“Now hand her over.” Frost growled across the length of concrete, turning back to the blackmailer.

“Oh, no.” The man grinned, pushing himself off the car so he stood upright, “That wasn’t our deal.” He said, shaking his head. “You think I’d give up my little bargaining chip over a petty pile of cash? Nah. Our deal was, give us money and we wouldn’t put any more scars on her pretty skin – you know you really should read the fine print...” The bald man added with a smug smirk. Frost glared coldly at the man’s deception, any hopes of getting his daughter back quickly waning.

“Now toss it over.” The man gestured for the case.

Frost was having to think on his feet now, and quickly, the silence between the men stretching into the lingering shadows. He turned and grabbed the suitcase, but then promptly dropped it on the floor, sending up a fine layer of dust. “Only if I see she’s still alive.” Frost growled.

“Fine.” The man shrugged, before gesturing behind him with a flick of his wrist. For a moment nothing happened as the signal was conveyed to the necessary people, then a solid fire-escape like door behind the kidnapper was opened and [Y/N] was forced out. Her shoulder was held firmly by a burly man behind her who was then flanked by another two more men with machine guns in their hands.

[Y/N] appeared to be cringing under the grip on her shoulder as she was driven forward, her movements laboured and indicating a limp from her left leg.  

When she got closer, the extent of her injuries became more apparent, her face swollen and patchy with dried blood and a rainbow of bruises, her cheeks and jaw decorated with small cuts gashes and her throat held the clear marks of fingers.

She was manhandled towards Frost and the other man until she was harshly pulled to a halt next to the bald man.

“Daddy.” She croaked pathetically through a fat lip, her voice raw and scratchy and her eyes watering as she drank in her father’s appearance. From her, Frost could see her legs were weak and shaky, close to giving way under her. He wanted nothing more than to run forward and support her before she collapsed, but he knew one slight movement in that way, and they’d both be shot dead by an unknown figure hiding in the eaves above them.  

Frost finally managed to tear his eyes away from his daughter and back to the bald man who appeared to be the mastermind behind all. He stood now with a smug expression, his arms crossed over his chest once more, watching Frost as he battled to keep his face void of any emotion. He could show no weakness.

Coming here had been weakness enough, but for his daughter Frost was willing to give these men that much, but now he couldn’t afford for them to get anymore over him.

“What is worth her return, then?” Frost growled, determined not to look at his little girl again, needing to keep his head straight if he was to have any hope of negotiating her release.

The man paused in thought, though didn’t dwell on it very long, clearly having expected this question. “The clown.” He said simply. “Dead, or alive, it’s your choice.” He shrugged, uncaring.

Frost’s eyes didn’t leave the man as he thought about this, his gaze unwavering. If [Y/N] could have managed to speak she might have protested at this offer, but it was taking all her energy to remain on her feet and she couldn’t seem to open her mouth.

“Deal.” Frost finally growled, kicking the suitcase across to the man, briefly allowing his eyes to flicker to his daughter once last time before he then smoothly turned climbed back into the car. In an instant he was revving the engine angrily tearing out of the building, unable to make himself look back in the rear-view mirror where [Y/N] had finally collapsed, tears streaming down her grimy cheeks.  

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[thejokersenigma]

Joker’s Son x Reader (Frost’s Daughter) - Playing Pool

Ok, so I had a request from an anon for another Joker’s son Fan fiction and I didn’t acutally mean to write it this soon, but I came up with this oneshot when I was trying to write the next part of Frost’s Secret.

It’s a bit random, but I hope you guys like it anyway! :)

(Kept the name Lonnie for the Joker’s son, because... why not...?)

WARNINGS: None I think... Bit fluffy...

WORDS: 4291

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You sighed heavily as you sat at the old kitchen table in the warehouse, tracing a large gouge in the wood next to where your elbow rested, your head in your hand.

“That was a sigh and half.” Noted Lonnie next to you where he sat with his legs up on the table, swiping through his phone.

You glanced across at him with bored eyes. “Sorry.” You mumbled, pushing yourself upright and arching your back, stretching your arms out to the side and then reaching them up above you. You yawned widely, covering your mouth with your hand and blinking yourself awake.

Lonnie chuckled at you. “Bored by any chance?”

You smirked weakly. “Just a bit.”

Lonnie seemed to pause in thought for a minute, then glanced around the large concrete space that was used as a break room for the Joker’s men – currently empty due to the hour. His eyes fell on something on the other side of the room. “Ever played pool before?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You glanced over at the table he had been looking at, shaking your head, “No.”

“I’ll teach you.” He said happily, kicking his feet off the table and jumping up.

Within ten minutes, Lonnie had handed you a cue, racked up the balls and was offering you the chance to break. Your frowned at him, thinking you knew what he meant, but double checking anyway.

“Just line up that white ball with the point of the triangle I’ve made and smack ‘em.” He grinned. You were sure it was meant to be more technical then that, but you were happy to go along with what he said.

“And – uh - how am I supposed to do this again?” You asked. You had seen people playing this game before and you knew vaguely the position you were supposed to take up with the cue, but now the time came for you to do, you weren’t quite so sure.

“Ok,” Lonnie said, stepping forward, “you’re a righty, right?” You nodded, smirking at his wording. “Ok – so -  lay your left hand flat on the green.” You copied his instructions. “Now, lie the cue on the top of your hand – good – now find a place for it to lie somewhat securely, though you still want to be able to move it back and forth. Different people have different preferences.” He explained with a shrug.

You ended up lying the stick between you thumb and index finger, finding a comfortable groove there. “Ok, good.” Lonnie praised, “Now, your right hand ought to be quite far back on the cue, around about where that back bit is marked.” You shifted your hand back. “That’s about right - now just give it a go.”

You felt oddly nervous about this - not wanting to look completely stupid by completely missing – but you lined up your cue and struck the white ball. It shot forward, but all its momentum was lost the minute it hit the grouped balls, a ripple running through the triangle, but only the very outer balls moving a few inches away.

You straightened yourself up, frowning in disappointment and glancing back at Lonnie.

“Nah, that’s alright.” He reassured you, “Just needs a bit more power - but as a first go it’s not too shabby.”

He moved now to take your place, lining himself up with seasoned expertise and hitting it the white ball with a resounding crack, sending the balls scattering in all directions across the table, two of them sinking into pockets.

“Guess I’m stripes then.” He smirked proudly, glancing at back at you, clearly pleased with his play, but not wanting to flaunt his success where you were such a failure.

“Stripes?” You cuestioned.

“Oh yeah,” Lonnie said, suddenly remembering. “There are two balls,” He pointed at one of the balls, it was numbered 9 and was white with a yellow band around it. “Stripes,” He explained, then pointing at another ball, this one numbered 1 and completely yellow except for the white circle where the number was painted on. “and solids.” You nodded at this. “I sunk two striped balls, so I’m stripes – that means you are solids. I can now only pocket the striped balls, and you can only pocket the solid.”

“Right, ok.” You muttered. That made sense. Sort of.

Lonnie went to take another shot.

“Hey, isn’t it my go?” You asked.

He pulled up from where he had already leant over the table. “If you pocket a ball, you get another turn.” He told you.

“You’re not just making these rules up, are you?” You smirked, eying him suspiciously.

“No, it’s a real rule.” Lonnie grinned, “Cross my heart.” He promised, making a gesture over his chest.

“Fine.”

You watched as he took the shot, striking numerous balls, but not sinking any of them this time.

“Now it’s your turn.” He allowed, gesturing at the table with a hand, bowing out like a gentleman. You scowled teasingly at him, but stepped forward, evaluating the table.

You made your shot, but you had taken Lonnie’s advice of hitting harder a bit too far, and the ball bounced violently off the cushions, ricocheting around the table and spending other balls flying in numerous directions.

You could tell Lonnie was trying not to laugh next to you. “Ok, you’ve hit ‘em gently, and you’ve smack ‘em to high heaven - maybe now try to find the in between.” He advised with a chuckle.

“Sure, thanks, I’ll bare that in mind.” You muttered dryly, your cheeks hot.

He grinned at you as he walked past to make his next shot. He potted one, then went for another shot, smartly bouncing it off one of the cushions so it rolled smoothly into another pocket.

You gritted your teeth.

The man was good.

The next shot he knew he couldn’t land, so instead he set you up to fail, a wicked gleam in his eyes as you swapped places again.

“Hey!” You cried, seeing that Lonnie had not only blocked your solid balls with his stripes, but he’d also set the white ball up so it was right up against the cushions that lined the table - forcing you to contort yourself into an awkward angle to even stand a chance of hitting it.

You heard Lonnie’s laugh behind you and you pursed your lips though, you could feel the edges of your mouth tweaking up, his laughter contagious.

“Right, so how the hell am I supposed to do this?” You asked, arching you’re an eyebrow as you looked at the arrangement on the table.

“Up to you.” Lonnie shrugged, walking up behind you. “You could try to bounce it off the cushion to knock that one,” He pointed out one option, “or just hit that one there into a better position, so at least you hit something.”

You nodded, going for the safer option and just hitting the one solid that sat free on the table - though you knew you would be unable to pot in your position and you were forced to hold the cue high in the air and at an odd angle.

When you hit the ball however, your tip of your cue skidded along the white balls surface and sent it off at an odd angle, completely missing your target.

“Opps.” You muttered, watching it roll to a stop in a position you could see would be all too useful for Lonnie.

“Two shots for me!” Lonnie cheered.

“Wait, what, how?” You demanded.

“You didn’t hit anything – that means I get an extra shot.” He pointed out.

“Are you sure you’re not making these rules up as you go along - because it sure feels like it.”

“Nope.” He said with a grin. “Look it up.” He offered when you continued to look sceptical.

You grumbled but let him take his two shots. He missed both shots.

“Not so cocky now, are ya?” You taunted him with a wicked grin of your own, striding up to the table.

There was an easy shot there. You could do it.

You lined yourself up and struck.

“Yes!” You grinned in triumphant as the red ball fell into the pocket.

“Congratulations, you sunk your first ball.” Lonnie commended from the side lines.

“Thank you!” You drawled grandly, turning to line up your next shot. There was another easy shot ready - you were on a roll.

You watched as the black ball fell into the pocket. “Yes!” You beamed again.

“Congratulations, you just lost.”

Your face fell. “What?” You demanded, turning on Lonnie.

“You just sunk the black eight ball - but you haven’t sunk the rest of your balls yet - so you lose.” He said.

“Ok, now you’re are definitely making stuff up.”

He shook his head, “No, that’s the rules.”

“I’m gonna check this.” You warned, pulling out your phone.

A few minutes later you were still grumbling unhappily. “You know, I might be better at this if you actually told me all of the rules before we started playing.” You growled.

Lonnie shrugged playfully, “What’s the fun in that?” He teased, “Anyway, they always say you learn by doing.”

“This isn’t a life lesson.” You scowled, playfully smacking him on the arm. “This is just a game which I can’t play if you don’t tell me the rules!”

“Alright, alright. Rematch then.” Lonnie offered.

“Fine, but I’m reading these rules first - I’m already suffering from lack of skill, I’m not being disadvantaged any further.” You muttered, turning your attention back on your phone.

Lonnie left you to it, re-racking the balls again whilst he waited for you to finish.

“Happy?” He asked, when you approached the table again.

“Somewhat.” You allowed, turning your eyes on the triangle he had made.

“Now you know what you’re doing, do you want to make this more interesting?” He grinned.

You frowned warily, “In what way?”

“I’ve got five bucks in my pocket.” He pointed out.

“Congratulations.” You said dryly. “But you’ve played this way more than I have - I stand no chance of winning.

He smirked. “Then we won’t play to win - we play for a challenge.”

“How is that any fairer?”

“Ok, hear me out.” He said, holding up his hands. “You win if you can pot two of your balls before I pot all of mine.”

“I’m not sure whether I should be glad of the easy money - or offended that you think I’m that shit that you stand a chance.” You muttered with a scowl.

Lonnie just grinned at you. “Do you want to do it or not?”

You frowned at him as you thought about it. “Fine.” You said taking the hand he offered you and gripping it firmly, him reciprocating as you both glared competitively at each other.

Suddenly Lonnie pulled you closer. “Ladies first.” He purred seductively, completely taking you by surprise and you wrenched your hand away, glowering.

He wanted to play dirty? Let him.

You strode past him defiantly, lining up the shot to break the newly arranged triangle. You cracked the white ball, this time sending it with such a force that it sent the coloured balls careening off in various directions. Much to your disappointment, though, none of them fell into a pocket.

You gritted your teeth in annoyance, but knew you still had time to win.

“Thanks, doll…” Lonnie drawled as he walked past, and you scowled at his back.

In his turn he managed to pocket three of his seven balls, claiming himself as stripes once again.

It might only be five bucks, but it felt like more than that – there was a pride at stake as well.

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you surveyed the arrangement on the table. There was no clear shot, but you could try to be clever about this by bouncing the white off the cushion to get at one of your balls that would otherwise be unavailable.

It worked, except your white ball followed your solid into the pocket.

“Damn!” You cursed quietly to yourself.

“Ooo, bad luck – two-“

“- shots for you, yeah, yeah yeah.” You muttered bitterly turning away as he stepped forward again.

Lonnie managed to pocket another two balls.

He only had two left to get, and you hadn’t even managed one yet. You were getting frustrated as you stepped up to the table once again. You had to pocket at least something.

There. It was hidden slightly behind the black, but if you could hit it relatively straight, it would go in the pocket behind it.

“Think of it like a gun, doll,” Lonnie advised in your ear. “I know Frosty’s taught you how to use one. Look down the barrel, aim, fire.” He breathed, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You took a breath, tensed your jaw and made the shot.

You smacked the black eight ball, sending it rolling off to the side, but you ignored it, your eyes on the coloured ball you had been aiming for that – though you didn’t hit it exactly straight – you’d hit with enough speed that it still managed to slide rather smoothly into the pocket behind it.

You planned that. Of course.

“Yeeesss!” You cried gleefully, punching the air. “Finally!” You turned to Lonnie, “There was nothing against the rules in that, right?” You asked quickly.

“Well…”

“Shut up.” You punched him playfully.

He held his hands up with a cheeky grin. “All I’m saying is, if you shoot a gun like that I don’t wanna be anywhere near you with a loaded weapon.”

You scowled at him, though unable to stop you lips turning up into a half smile. Lonnie just grinned back. “Go on, it’s still your turn.” He said, gesturing back at the table. You stuck your tongue out at him before turning back and assessing the table again.

One more pocket that’s all you needed.

That five bucks would be yours.

You could see a possible shot. This could be it. You lined it up, struck the white ball, but then immediately realised you hadn’t hit it hard enough, the tap only sending your target ball halfway across the table before it slowed, rolling…

“Come on, come on…” You murmured watching it roll closer to the pocket.

It fell.

“YES!” You cried - probably far too excited, but you didn’t care - “I won!” You exclaimed in disbelief, staring at the pocket.

You turn to Lonnie. “That’s two, boy! Fork over the money!” You demanded, holding out a hand.

He was chuckling at your excitement and dug into his back pocket, pulling out a crumpled note and handing it over to you. “Congratulations, doll.”

“Thank you.” You said, pronouncing each word clearly. You took the note and straightened it out before waving it gleefully in the air and then slipping it into your trousers.

“Wanna play again?” Lonnie offered with a gleam in his eye.

“Why, you a sore loser?” You teased lightly.

“No, I just think you’re almost a worthy opponent.” He ribbed back with a sly grin.

You scowled at him, then glanced at your watch. “It’s getting late, I probably ought to head off soon before my dad comes looking for me.” You confessed, laying your cue onto the green.

“Your excuse is you’re a daddy’s girl?” He asked, raising a mocking eyebrow.

You glowered at him. “Alright, big boy, put your money where your mouth is!” You growled.

“Only if you call me big boy again.” He teased wickedly.

You smacked him, but he just grinned wider at you. “Alright, doll, but how about we play for something other than money?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Like what?”

“A kiss?” He grinned suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes. Trust him. “Uh – no.” You scoffed.

“Why not, huh? Scared you’ll lose?” He taunted.

“No.” You protested. “I – uh – just –“

Lonnie picked up your cue. “Come on, dolly….” He goaded, wiggling the stick in the air. “Say, same rules as last time…?”

“What happens if I win?” You asked.

“You mean you don’t want a kiss?” He cried in faux-shock. You gave him an unimpressed look. “Alright,” He conceded, “what do ya want?”

You thought about this for a moment. “You know what,” You grinned cheekily, “I think just depriving you of this opportunity is enough.”

He pursed his lips at this as he mulled it over, but you could see the humour continued to shine in his eyes, excited at the challenge. “Fine.” He agreed with a nod. “You’re in then?” He confirmed, holding out his hand for a second time that night.

“I’m in.” You stated, taking his hand and hoping you weren’t going to regret this.

You took the cue from Lonnie, going to break without asking – not willing to give him any chance to pocket multiple balls at once if you could help it.

You watched as one ball into particular broke from the group and rolled dangerously close to a pocket. You held your breath - wondering if you were going to land one this early on - but it stopped too early, just shy of the pocket - ready for a bump of the table to knock it in. You were tempted, but you didn’t want to give Lonnie any chance to call you a cheat and make you forfeit.

Lonnie was up then, barely wasting any time before he had had aimed and potted the one you had left lingering on the edge of a hole.  

You scowled. So, he was solids this time, and you were stripes.

You just hoped this wasn’t a bad omen.

Lonnie went to take the next shot and potted again, but luckily missed the next one.

Your turn.

There was one ball just off at a slight angle from one of the corner pocket, if you could hit it at an angle you could get it in, but you needed a fair amount of speed to keep it straight and get it across the distance.

You threw back and smacked it. The ball cracked, shooting across the table and smoothly rolled into the pocket. Your heart leapt in triumph, but then plummeted when you watched the white ball followed in after it.

“Tough luck, chuck.” Lonnie simpered, though it was ruined with his wide grin as he leant down to fish the white ball out of the table.

“Shut up and play.” You growled, moving away.

This just seemed to amuse him even more.

The crack of the balls colliding together filled the room as the two of you continued to play. Lonnie had potted another two, bringing him to a total of four out of seven. You had so far missed, but it was your turn again.

There was a straight line between one of your balls and the top right pocket, but to get the right angle to line up the white ball you found yourself practically climbing onto the table. You were stretched across the green, sucking in your stomach to avoid knocking any of the remaining balls on the table and attempting to get into a position to still be able to move the cue well enough to strike.

“Gotta say, I can’t argue with the view,” Lonnie suddenly piped up from behind you. You glanced over your shoulder at him with a raised, unimpressed eyebrow at his bold flirt, before returning your concentration to your target. “But,” He continued, “you could just shoot behind your back.

You pulled back, standing back upright again. “Shoot what?” You said, surprised.

Lonnie showed you what he meant, sliding the cue behind his back and leaning against the table, his head over his shoulder as he lined up the cue. It looked interesting, sure, but also maybe rather uncomfortable, though it would mean you didn’t have to climb on the table.

You snorted. “I can barely play regular pool, let alone trying to do it with my back to the table.” You pointed out, stubbornly returning to your previous position.

You were consciously aware of Lonnie’s eyes on you, but you tried to ignore it, focusing on the end of your cue. You pulled back to strike, when a new voice called out from the other side of the room. “This is where you two are?”

You jumped at the familiar growl, knocking the balls on the table you had been trying to avoid, and your shot going wide. You quickly scrambled upright, turning to face the Joker as he strode across the room, both you and Lonnie looking guilty as hell.

“I’ve had Frosty bugging me for the last hour because you two are hiding in here playing pool?!” The Joker demanded moodily, his eyes flickering between the two of you.

You and Lonnie exchanged glances. You were frightened stiff of the possibility of an impending punishment from either the Joker or your dad, but Lonnie’s eyes still twinkled with his usual humour. You glared at him.

“Well, I’m sure Frosty will be relieved.” The Joker muttered. “You’d better be off home, doll.” He grumbled at you, running a hand through his hair.

You nodded and went to place the cue back on the table. Lonnie stepped towards you as you did so, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Before you leave, I want my prize.”

“Why would you get your prize?” You demanded in a harsh whisper, “You didn’t win!” You snapped, forgetting the Joker was stood behind the two of you.

“You messed up the table – that’s a forfeit.” Lonnie pointed out.

“Only because I got startled!” You protested.

“Still counts.” He shrugged.

“No it doesn’t!”

“Yes it does.”

“No –“

“What,” The Joker snapped loudly, both of us instantly shutting up. “are you two arguing about?”

You didn’t say anything, your face turning red just at the idea of admitting what the prize of your little bet was. Lonnie however, seemed to have no such shame.

“Me and [Y/N] place a bet.” He told his dad. “If I won – which I did,” He pointed out with a glance at me, “- she has to kiss me.”

“And if she won?” The Joker growled, raising his eyebrows in question. You could see a familiar gleam in his eye.

“He got no such pleasure.” I grumbled, folding my arms moodily. The Joker laughed loudly, the noise echoing around the empty room.

“But, she knocked the balls, so she lost.” Lonnie pointed out, unfazed by his dad’s haunting mirth.

“But it was only because you surprised me, sir.” You appealed to the Joker. “I don’t lose until all the striped balls are in the pockets.”

The Joker’s eyes darted between us. “Is that so?” He mused. He then suddenly stepped forward, taking the cue off me. I offered no resistance. The Joker then stepped up to the table, assessing it for only a moment before he lined up his shot and knocked ball after ball into the pocket - stripes and solids alike - but never hitting those he didn’t mean to. You soon realised he wasn’t even hitting the balls as they became available, but was in fact potting them in numerical order - except for the eight ball.

The Joker didn’t miss a single ball, moving fluidly around the table, taking shot after shot and somehow hitting those you would have deemed impossible, bouncing them between each other and off the cushions - he even chipped one ball, so it hopped over the black eight that blocked its path, and then rolled smoothly into the nearest pocket.

The Joker then righted himself briefly - only the black eight ball now left on the green - and shifted around the table, barely seeming to line up his shot before he sharply and neatly potted this ball as well.

For extra measure, he shot the white in after it.

The Joker tossed the cue down onto the table and turned back to the two of us. “Game over, kids.” He growled. “Decide a winner and go to bed.” He muttered before striding out of the room.

You turned to Lonnie in shock at what had just happened, but, before you could say a word, his hands were on either side of your face and he pulled your lips to his. Your eyes widened in surprise at his urgent, almost harsh kiss, but you couldn’t seem to pull away, his lips dominating yours and fogging your mind till you couldn’t even remember where you were.

When Lonnie realised you weren’t pulling away from him, his kiss softened. You were both as lost as each other now, and you felt yourself step closer to him as his hands relaxed on your face, one sliding down to your neck as the other tangled in your hair. Your hands gripped at his shirt, holding on tightly like it was the only thing anchoring you to the real world.

You finally had to pull back to breath and you gazed straight at Lonnie as you gasped for air - glad to see him in just as much of a state as you were. You were suddenly aware that you were still holding onto to him and you immediately released your grip, stepping back in embarrassment, his hands slipping from you.

“Um – uh – I – I gotta go.” You explained, pointing in the direction of the door.

“Right…” He said, sounding as dazed as you felt.

You gave him a shy smile and then headed for the door offering a small wave of goodbye, which Lonnie reciprocated, before you headed home to be yelled at by your dad.

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Joker x Reader (Frost’s Daughter) - Frost’s Secret - Part 3

Sorry it’s taken a while to get this out, and I apologise that not much really happens in it, but I will write at least one more part to wind it up!

I will add in a more romantic twist to it next time!

Hope you like it anyway!

(btw, I have mainly based this Joker on the Dark Knight version, with a slight cross over to the Suicide Squad Joker, but you can probably imagine it as any of them if you try hard enough haha)

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The Joker led you into a what looked to be a whiskey room-like lounge, offering you a large wing backed chair with a lazy flick of his hand. You sat down without a word, your eyes never leaving the criminal, swivelling in your seat to follow him as he walked behind your chair, heading to a dark wood table that held a crystal decanter of amber liquid.

The Joker poured two glasses, and you quickly snapped back around when he turned to head back to the chairs arranged around the fireplace – you didn’t exactly want to be caught spying on him.

He handed you one of the glasses and you faltered for a moment in confusion - the offer an oddly kind gesture – but when his eyes glanced down at your hesitation you bit the bullet and shakily accepted it.

The Joker then moved past you, taking a seat in the identical chair to the right of you. You rested the glass lightly on your lap, wary of the contents and making no move to drink it.

“Don’t tell me Frosty doesn’t let you drink?” The Joker drawled, watching you from the depths of his chair. You could feel your limbs shaking simply from being alone with the man, let alone sitting this close to him, and your grasp tightened on your drink.

It wasn’t true that Frost didn’t let you drink - your dad had never tried to stop you from touching the stuff - but you knew enough about your mother to have heard about her drinking habits, even having vague memories of her drunken fumbling movements from the days you were in her care as a baby.

That was why you rarely drank. You didn’t want to become her.

“Doesn’t he let you talk either?” The Joker ribbed with a raised brow at your silence.

“No.” You croaked, glancing down at the glass in your hands, embarrassed at your pathetic voice.

“Oh, no, no.” The Joker crooned, leaning forward in his chair, “Don’t you hide those pretty little eyes of yours, my dear…” You tensed at his words, still not daring to look up at him, a hot flush on your cheeks.

Suddenly, cold fingers snatched at your chin, digging painfully into you and forcing your head up roughly.

Despite this, you defiantly kept your eyes looking down.

The fingers tightened on your chin, and you winced. “Look at me!” J growled darkly, the noise seeming to reverberate through his chest and into yours, making you cringe away. You didn’t hesitate this time, immediately snapping your eyes up to his, finding the icy blue orbs much closer than you had expected.

“That’s better.” He murmured, his eyes now flickering over you face, taking in every detail, his steel grasp still on your chin, distorting your face slightly and stopping you from making any attempt to turn away.

He suddenly released your face, leaning back in his chair again, whilst you remained frozen in fear on the edge of your seat, still leant slightly forward from where the Joker had pulled you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see J take a lazy sip from his glass, regarding you with cool eyes. “Relax, kitten.” He purred, “Have a drink.” He nodded to the glass still in your lap which had been knocked dangerously when he had lunged at you, but, out of sheer luck, none of the liquid had spilt.

‘Relax’ he had said, yeah, like you could possible do that when the man across from you was a live gun ready to go off at any moment – he had just proven that to you.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, doll.” The Joker growled in annoyance, quickly losing his patience at your lack of response. “Just have a drink.”

“I don’t drink.” You finally confessed quietly.

“Oh?” He arched a brow, his eyes widening in question. “Frosty trying to preserve his innocent angel?”

You glared at the man, lounging in his chair as he taunted your dad. “No.” You said stiffly, trying to hold back the annoyance from your voice. “I choose not to.”

“And why is that?” He challenged, tipping his glass at you, his eyes bright with interest.

You didn’t know whether to tell him or not. You knew it would cause no harm to explain – your mother’s drinking habit not exactly a secret – but you also couldn’t help wanting to defy the man by withholding the information from him.

You doubted few people did that to him, but maybe there was a good reason for that - because they knew they’d regret it.

Maybe you would regret it

“I’m waiting…” The Joker sang at you, and you knew his good humour would only last for so long.

“My mum.” You finally admitted. “She was a drunk. I don’t want to become that.” You said simply, bowing your head at your confession, but you were now looking directly down at the alcohol on your lap, and the sight of it made you feel nauseous. You turned you gaze away to the side, looking down at the thick carpet instead.

You heard the Joker growl from his seat, and you glanced across at him as he stood up, worried that he was annoyed once more by your lack of eye contact. He took a step forwards and he flinched as he reached for you, but he simply grabbed the glass from your lap, and continued past you, heading for the closed door. He flung it open smoothly and stepped through, turning to speak lowly to someone that stood just to the side of the doorway. After a few moments of rushed words and a growl from the Joker that sounded like a warning, a man hurried past the door and down the hallway, whilst the Joker re-entered the room, still holding both drinks and taking a gulp of his own.

He strode without a word back to his seat and you risked a glance across as him once he had settled, surprised how dark and sullen his face was, and you were worried that you had somehow manged to insult him by confessing your aversion to alcohol.

You sat in silence for a few moments, dreading what would happen next – would he turn a gun on you? Lunge at you? Would you see your dad again? And what had he said to that man? Where had he gone? To dig a ditch for your body?

After a short while of silence, there was a knock at the door which the Joker had left open, and you snapped around at the door, seeing a man in the doorway, outlined by the light from the hallway.

Your immediately leapt at the hope that it was Frost in the door, but then the man stepped into the room, the soft light falling on his face and showing features that clearly weren’t your dad’s.

The man you presumed was another of the Joker’s many henchmen, walked towards the two of you, carrying what appeared to be a tall drink which, on closer inspection, looked to be a milkshake. The man paused by the side of your chair, handing the drink down to you. You frowned in confusion, but took it from him nonetheless, trying to hide how much your hands were still shaking.

The henchman then quickly departed without a word, closing the door behind him and once more shutting you away with the psychotic criminal next to you.

The Joker now downed the rest of his drink, resting the empty glass on the coffee table between you, then glancing across at where you had now rested the taller glass on your lap.

“What, don’t drink milkshakes either, kitten?” He growled. “I can promise you I haven’t poisoned it.” He grumbled, sounding annoyed, though not like he wanted to strike at you again, but more that he was just exasperated by you.

His promise didn’t exactly comfort you though, but you didn’t want to push your luck, not really having an excuse now to refuse the drink, and so you tried a cautious sip from the straw. The shake was delicious, and you were surprised how much the sugary drink oddly soothed your nerves - reminding you of your childhood and the many diner meals you’d had with your dad when he’d finally accepted the fact that he couldn’t cook.

You took a larger slurp.

The Joker just watched you now, as though fascinated by every little flicker of emotion across your face. You swallowed self-consciously, feeling your cheeks warm at his close scrutiny and keeping your eyes averted from him, instead studying the archaic-looking fireplace in front of you.

“You know who I am, doll...” The Joker suddenly said, and it wasn’t a question. You glanced across at him in surprise. He waited for your response and you simply gave a small nod in return. “And you know what I do...” He pointed out. You nodded again. “So then, tell me kitten… Why are you here?”

“Because you asked me to come here.” You murmured, confused by the question.

“No, I asked Frost to bring you here.” He corrected, taking a sip from the glass of whiskey that he had originally given to you.

“And you don’t believe that Frost would force me to come here.” You suggested bravely, guessing his confusion.

He let out a laugh at how quickly you caught on, grinning. “If he was that sort of a father, doll, I highly doubt you would be the girl you appear to be.”  

You felt your cheeks heat again, but you nodded along to this. He was right, if Frost hadn’t treated you the way he had – if you had grown up with your mother instead – you would not be the person you were today.

The Joker said nothing, sipping at his drink again, continuing to watch you, as though still waiting an explanation from you.

You paused for a moment, turning your eyes back on the empty fireplace. “I know you.” You said slowly, nodding, eyes on the black pit. “I know what you do.” You agreed again with another slow nod. “But I would not let you hurt my dad over the fact that I did not want to come here today.” You answered, now glancing across at the man next to you.

The Joker looked at you, almost seeming impressed with your selfishness, but also humoured by your mimicking of him.

“You’re quite the sassy little saint, aren’t ya doll?” He teased with a wide grin.

“Not really.” You muttered bitterly without thinking and immediately freezing, certain you’d put your foot in it this time. But the Joker simply let a long slow laugh, the noise echoing hauntingly around the room.

“Ooooo, I like you doll,” He grinned once his laughter subsided, “you’re sweet, but ya got some spice.,, Frosty did well.” He commended, clearly meaning this to be a compliment, but the patronising tone made you glare at him again.

When his eyes met yours again you dropped your annoyed look – you might be irritated, but you weren’t stupid enough to let him know it – but you didn’t seem to have been quick enough.

“Have I annoyed you, doll?” The Joker asked, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

You didn’t say anything, refusing to look at him in case your eyes gave you away. You knew he would want an answer though, so you simply shook your head.

“Don’t lie to me, doll.” The Joker warned coldly. “That is the one thing I will not stand for.” You swallowed against the sudden dryness in your throat. “So, tell me again,” The Joker growled lowly, leaning towards you, “Did I annoy you?”

You nodded this time.

“Now that’s better.” He praised. “A bit of honesty!” He grinned, though it didn’t meet his eye. “And why have I annoyed you, doll?” He pushed.

You hated how weak and submissive he made you. You’d had a fleeting hope with the gesture of the milkshake that there might be something nice in the man somewhere, but now that hope was quickly being crushed.

You were vulnerable, and he knew it. You couldn’t fight back, and he knew it. You had to do everything he said, and he knew it.

The Joker raised an eyebrow again, questioning your hesitation and daring you to not obey, to refuse to answer, or to even try to lie to him.

“You are very patronising about my father.” You finally told him. You tried to state it clearly and confidently, but your voice broke part way through revealing your discomfort – though your still-rigid posture probably already conveyed that clearly enough.

“You’re very loyal.” The Joker muttered, sounding impressed again and you held his gaze, refusing to buckle this time. You had no reason to look away, you told yourself. You were not ashamed of being loyal – especially not to the father you loved so much.

“How about we put that little loyalty to the test, hmm?” The Joker suddenly grinned maliciously. You swallowed apprehensively, not liking the sound of this. “What if I told you…” He drawled, “That I would fire Frosty if you didn’t kiss me right now…?” He purred seductively, his icy eyes not wavering from yours, looking for every little reaction you made.

You flinched at his words, knowing he had chosen the very fear that would hit you hardest in that moment – him taking advantage of you. He truly did want to test your loyalty.

You shifted in your seat slightly, forcing yourself to sit taller and straighter if that was at all possible, eyeing the Joker defiantly. “I would say you are lying.” You stated strongly. “You would never fire Frost. Hurt him. Kill him, possibly.” You admitted, “But you would never fire him.” You told him firmly. You were pretty sure what you had said was true, but now, in this moment, you were doubting yourself.

The Joker eyed you for a moment then he suddenly began to laugh again, another grin splitting his face. “You’ve got brains too, doll.” He told you.

You felt a small surge of pride at this compliment, but you soon stomped it down. No. You weren’t smart. You were just lucky.

Besides, you shouldn’t care what this man thought anyway.

You didn’t say anything, Instead, excusing your silence by taking another sip from your drink, staring down at the foamy vanilla milk.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye that the Joker continued to watch you, seeming to find very little else interesting at the moment.

He suddenly seemed to snap back to himself, downing the rest of his drink sharply and then abruptly standing up, startling you back into your seat.

“I’m afraid I have to cut out little bonding session short, doll…” He growled, “I will see you tomorrow morning.” He informed you, offering no way out.

You could do nothing but give a small nod in understanding and the Joker eyed you one last time – not looking particularly happy - before he left.

You wondered what you had done to make the usually grinning man look so moody.

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Joker x Reader (Frost’s Daughter) - Frost’s Secret Part 4

Ok, I’ve probably just done something incredibly stupid, but with this chapter I’ve basically just guaranteed another, probably at least 3 chapters to this.... You’ll see when you read it...

I didn’t plan this... This is whole story is me purely winging this... haha... I’m just as unsure as you guys as to what is going to happen now!

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And so, you retuned to the warehouse every morning with your father.

Each night, Frost would ask you about what went on between you and the Joker, and each night you would tell him everything – only ever leaving things out where you honestly couldn’t remember.

Because nothing unusual ever happened.

The Joker, when he finally called for you, would simply sit you down in one room or another and talk to you for a few hours before he then returned to his work. It was almost as though you were his little break of peace between the stress of his usual scheming and trickery, J - as he had told you to call him - often coming into the room growling and grumbling about something having gone wrong, or the uselessness of those that worked under him, then sitting with you, chatting about anything other than his work, until his temper would cool again.

You were almost amazed how you were able pacify his moods and you didn’t mind him using you like that - even feeling slightly disappointed on the rare day that he either wasn’t in or didn’t call for you.

When you weren’t with the Joker, you spent your time with your dad, following him around and helping him like you had on the first day. You still felt far too vulnerable around the other men in the warehouse - except for the odd few you had befriended whilst with Frost, and whom your dad was happy to leave you with if he needed to disappear off to do something.

That’s where you were now. Your dad had to run an errand on the other side of town and had left with a small army – not particularly comforting you – leaving you in the capable hands of Luke, a guy only around five years older than you, who was currently sat at the same rickety table as you in the large ‘break’ room in the warehouse.

Luke was counting out a large pile of notes which you imagined was probably his cut of a large loot recently obtained in some illegal fashion. You hadn’t inquired about it though – not sure how touchy a subject it would be.

You watched him place dollar after dollar on top of each other, his lips moving silently as he counted.

You were bored. It was four o’clock and you hadn’t heard anything from the Joker yet. Maybe he was with your dad sorting out whatever was going on, or maybe he was busy elsewhere.

Maybe he was with another girl.

You felt a rush of jealousy run through you. You hadn’t known him that long, but you liked how you somehow seemed to fascinate the man that fascinated you. It was true, you had been scared of him for the first few days, but then slowly you had relaxed around him after actually having seen no reason to fear him. Sure, he occasionally lost his temper, but it was never at you, only those that interrupted the two of you – especially if it was with bad news.

Of course, you knew who he was and what he did. He was a thief. A psychopath. A murderer. The news channels continued to tell you that – reporting every other day on yet another crime the Joker had recklessly, yet so deviously, committed. But you felt no guilt for liking the man on the screen that caused these such atrocities. You felt distant from it all, as though the man on the screen wasn’t the man that sat with you each day, laughing and drinking milkshakes together.

Of course, you had to tread around what you said sometimes – one day something making him laugh, the next day making his jaw tense - but you were slowly learning to read his moods and catch the swings in them before they happened, though you were still rusty and several times you felt you had narrowly avoided a back hand to the face for your mistakes.

Yet this never put you off.

You must be going crazy yourself. Maybe he was rubbing off on you.

But you couldn’t help falling for the man.

And so, the thought of him now turning his attention on someone else, stung more painfully than you cared to admit to yourself.  

You guessed it was inevitably really, how could you - a regular girl except for your father’s career choice - hope to hold the clown price of crime’s attention for long? His mind was fast, clever and practically insane, but it was also ever changing. You couldn’t be surprised that he was already looking for your replacement.

But it still hurt thanks to how fond you had grown of him over the last week.

You sighed heavily, staring down into the now-cold mug of coffee you were nursing in your hands.

“You alright, kid?” Luke asked, though his head remained down, focused on his task.

“Yeah, just – I dunno – feeling a bit iffy…” You muttered, the only way to describe the weird sinking butterflies in your stomach.

“Wanna call it a day?” Luke asked, finishing his stack of cash and glancing at his watch, then across at you in concern. “I doubt Boss’ll have time for you today, I can let Frost know.”

You paused to consider this for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, I think I might.” You said, pushing your chair back and standing up. “Thanks.” You added with a weak smile.

“You alright, or do you need a lift?”

“Nah, I’ll be good, thanks.” You dismissed, just kind of wanting to be left alone right now, not in the mood to be stuck in car with Luke and forced to make conversation. The walk home might even do you some good.

You waved him goodbye and headed out of the room, wandering down the winding corridors you were slowly learning your way around, and pushing open a door you believed lead outside. You ended up in an alley behind the warehouse – not where you were aiming for, but at least you were out.

It was later than you had thought it was, the orb of a sun visible behind the sheet of grey clouds already setting behind the buildings that towered above you. You pulled your coat collar up and buried your hands into your pockets before following the alleyway around the side of the building and out onto the deserted street. You glanced both ways, then turned to start the lengthy trudge home.

 “Frosty!” Came the call as soon as Frost walked into the warehouse a few hours later. He straightened up immediately to meet his boss as the Joker strode down the corridor towards him, looking completely unconcerned over the cut on Frost’s jaw, or the fat lip he was sporting.

“Boss?” Johnny questioned thickly, his lip stinging.

“[Y/N]. Where is she?” The Joker growled.

Frost frowned, certain that the message of [Y/N] having gone home should have already reached the Joker. “She returned to the flat.” He informed his boss.

“Don’t lie to me, Johnny-boy,” Warned the Joker with a snarl, advancing incredibly close to his henchman, a humourless grin plastered over his face. “I’ve already been to your little abode,” He told Frost, “and it was empty… Care to explain?”

Frost’s brow furrowed. That couldn’t be right. [Y/N] hadn’t mentioned any plans tonight - she had also left because she felt ill - he doubted she would have done much more than curl up on the sofa and watch a movie like she usually did when she was unwell.

“Excuse me, sir.” Frost muttered before taking a step back from where the Joker stood incredibly close and strode away towards the cargo bay.

Luke was helping to move boxes of ammo from one, of a series of unmarked vans, into one of the large cavernous store rooms. “Walker!” Frost called, and Luke peered around the large box he was carrying, before he then quickly made his way over to the store room, deposited his box, and then jogged back to meet Frost.

“Johnny?” He questioned with a confused frown, slightly out of breath from his exertions.

“Where did [Y/N] go?”

“I told you earlier, home.”

“You’re sure that’s what she said?”

“Yeah.” Luke furrowed his brow, “Why?”

Frost looked over at the other men still transporting the boxes from the van to storage. “Boss says she wasn’t at the flat.” He confessed gruffly. “He’s not happy, and neither am I.”

Luke followed Frost’s gaze, both of them now watching the work in front of them, Luke unsure what to say.

“When exactly did she leave?” Frost suddenly asked.

Luke looked surprised at the question, “Uh,” He thought back, “must be about five-ish.”

Frost considered this for a moment, his face blank. It wasn’t prime time for trouble to happen on the streets, but it was sun down and anything could happen in the shadows of the streets. He should know.

“You’re certain she didn’t make it home?” Luke asked, concerned.

“That’s what the Boss said, and I’m loathed to question him.” Frost muttered. “But I’ll still check there first.” With that, he turned to head off.

“Wait!” Luck called, jogging after him, “You’re going?”

Frost nodded but didn’t pause and Luke was forced to continue to jog after him. “She’s my daughter,” He growled, I’m not leaving this down to anyone else.”

“How do you know she didn’t just go out with some friends?” Luke offered, now keeping pace next to Frost.

“We’ve always agreed she tells me where she goes.” - Given Frost’s job it was necessary in case someone chose to target [Y/N] – that was why her sudden disappearance worried him so much.

Frost made long powerful strides into the garage, swiping a pair of keys off one of his men that had just arrived back at the warehouse, swinging himself up into the vehicle whose engine was still hot. “I’m hoping the boss was wrong” Frost admitted down to Luke, “and [Y/N] is just safely back at the flat, but - given his track record on being right - I don’t hold out much hope.”

“I’m coming too.” Luke insisted already heading for the other side of the car and, when Frost didn’t protest, pulling himself up into the passenger seat of the large, black 4x4.

A few minutes later the engine was roaring, and they were racing out of the warehouse garage.

At Frost’s pace they arrived at the apartment building in record time and were soon swinging the flat door open.

The Joker was right. The place was empty.

There was no sign of [Y/N].

Nonetheless, Frost searched every room for any sign that she could possibly have been here recently, praying that for some reason she hadn’t told him she was going out that evening.

It was as he paced the living room area of the apartment for the third time that he caught it. It hung the strongest by the back of the sofa. Perfume. A strong, familiar pungent smell that burnt at the back of his throat as he inhaled it in.

It wasn’t [Y/N]’s.

It was her mother’s.

“Boss.” Luke called. He had been following Frost closely around the flat, double checking everywhere his superior looked, but now he stood by the front door with a familiar set of keys in his hand.

Frost forgot the perfume for a moment, striding over to Luke and taking the keys from him, the [Y/N]’s personalise choice of keyrings clinking together.

“Did she forget them this morning?” Luke asked.

Frost shook his head, “No.” He glanced up and scanned the room again, looking for another sign of [Y/N]’s presence. “We were almost late looking for them,” He recalled quietly, “We eventually found them in her coat.” He had laughed at the time, now there was nothing funny about it.

[Y/N] had been here. These keys proved she had made it back to the flat. Frost’s mind flickered back to the perfume. He had never met another woman that wore that perfume - especially not at that strong a concentration.

These keys may have proved that [Y/N] had got back to the flat, but it also proved she hadn’t left again of her own volition.

“I don’t believe it.” Frost muttered to himself, wishing what he had pieced together couldn’t possibly be true.

“Boss?” Luke had been watching Frost’s face as he had thought all this through, “Johnny? What’s going on?”

Frost’s eyes flickered to the underling as though forgetting he was here. “That bitch is back.” He growled in answer, then turned and strode out of the door, heading back down to the street.

Luke quickly followed after him again. “Who?” He called in surprise – she must be bad to get his boss to swear -  he was usually so controlled.

Frost either didn’t hear or didn’t bother to answer, his focus on flying down the staircase as fast as possible and getting back to the car.

He had nearly made it when a well-known voice made him pause as he reached for the handle of the car door. “Well, well, returning to the scene of the crime, not your smartest move, Frosty.” Frost reluctantly turned to face the Joker who had appeared on the pavement on his left, a gun trained at Frost’s chest. A glance behind him showed a purple sports car parked a short way behind the four by four. “I don’t appreciate betrayal Johnny boy…” Snarled the Joker, eyes flaring and his grin menacing.

Suddenly Luke burst after Frost through the door of the apartment building and the Joker flicked out another gun in a reflex, pointing it at the underling who froze immediately, halfway down the steps to the pavement.

“You’ve had an accomplice as well?” J beamed hauntingly. “I should have known…” He purred.

Luke glanced at Frost in confusion, seeking help in some way. Frost, however, kept his gaze on the Joker, unmoving.

“I didn’t want to think you were stupid enough to try this, Frosty…” J growled lowly, “but then the girl went missing, and you… vanished… in such a rush…”

“Sir, I-“

“Can it, Frosty.” Snapped J, shifting the gun in his hand warningly. “You think you can just steal her out from under my nose –“

“Boss,” Frost cut across, raising his hands in apology and surrender. “I don’t have time for this.” He said firmly, though still not daring to move with the Joker’s gun still trained on him. “My daughter is in trouble. [Y/N] is in trouble.”

The Joker glared at his head henchman, seeing the usual emotionless mask of Frost cracking, the honesty in his words and concern for his daughter clear on his face. Something flickered across the Joker’s face and he slowly lowered the guns. “Then so is my girl.” He growled quietly.  

Frost faltered at the Joker’s comment, but didn’t say anything to this, returning his focus, instead, to the urgency of the situation. Luke had noticeably relaxed now a weapon wasn’t being pointed at him, and he cautiously finished his descent to the pavement, moving to Frost’s side again.

“Where is she?” The Joker demanded at the two of them. Luke glanced to Frost, just as lost.

“I don’t know, sir.” Frost admitted, hopelessly shaking his head. “I was going to head back to base to regroup and gather resources.”

The Joker nodded at this decision, though his face remained dark, his eyes impatient. “Is there time?” He growled.

“Even if there wasn’t, boss, we have nothing to go on right now to do anything else.” Frost explained, just as anxious as the Joker was to be doing something in that very instant to get [Y/N] back.

The Joker gritted his teeth. “Get back to the safe house.” He reluctantly ordered, turning on his heel and heading for his car. Frost gladly followed his orders, him and Luke climbing back into their car.

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Joker x Reader - Not-so-Oneshot Request - Frost’s Secret - Part 2

Ok, so this isn’t really a ‘oneshot’ anymore haha but it was at first requested as one!

I’ll probably do at least one more part for this, just to finish it off, this chapter isn’t particularly long, but I wanted to build on the reader/Frost relationship, so that’s what this part is mainly focused on!

Thanks for the support on this request! I appreciate it, let me know what you think!

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When Frost returned to his flat later that night, you still looked rather shaken up from events of earlier that day as you emerged from the kitchen. Without much thought, Frost strode across the room and enveloped you into a hug.

He had been worrying about [Y/N] all day, wondering if the Joker had done any harm to her before he had left - though he hadn’t hinted to anything - nevertheless, it felt good to know she was safe.

You were shocked by the gesture – a hug was far more intimate than anything you had previously received from the man since around the time you had turned eleven. You welcomed the warmth and security that your father’s arms offered – something you hadn’t known you had been needing all day.

You hugged him back tightly, burying your head in his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled into your hair.

You squeezed him tighter, unable to say it was ok, but also unable to blame him for this.

You knew the Joker was your father’s boss - he had told you about it from the very beginning, knowing that hiding it would only make things worse if you did find out, and not sure how he could hide it anyway when he worked so many odd hours and often came home covered in both minor and major injuries.

At a young age he had made you promise never to tell anyone, and, in your innocence you had readily agreed – your juvenile mind liking the idea of having a secret between you and your dad against the rest of the world. Of course, at eighteen, you now fully understood your father’s job in the criminal underworld and didn’t blame him for it - in Gotham city it might not give you a long-life expectancy, but the years you got would be the best of your life.

That’s how you could afford where you lived, that’s how your dad could afford to look after you, feed you, clothe you… Yes, you may not agree with his life choices, but they were his and you were just grateful that he had taken you in when your mother had dumped you on him when you were only three years old.

“So, I guess he knows?” You mumbled into Frost’s chest, then pulled back from him to look up at his face.

Frost nodded, “He knows.” He glanced past you, into the kitchen, and you knew he was holding something back.

“What is it?” You asked, trying to catch his eyes again, “Was he mad that you never told him about me? Did he threaten you? Are you hurt right now?” You asked frantically, winding yourself up as different thoughts came to mind. You hadn’t noticed him limping or in any discomfort when he’d come in, but you knew he was good at hiding it.

Frost glanced down at his daughter, still surprised by her kindness. How did he make someone like her? She was so sweet and caring, so innocent. There wasn’t a piece of him in this girl, but at the same time he couldn’t really see her mother in her either.

There was a chance that [Y/N] wasn’t his – her mother wasn’t the type to be faithful and they’d never officially said they were exclusive - God knows he hadn’t exactly been on his best behaviour when he’d gone out of town.

[Y/N]’s mother had eventually run off after just over a year of them being together - after having told Frost that she was pregnant – only to return around four years later to throw a baby in his arms and then vanish once more.

Despite his reputation, he hadn’t once considered not taking in the child, and now, no matter what, she was his daughter.

He smiled weakly, but warmly, “I’m fine.” He reassured you. “The boss wasn’t pleased that I had lied to him though.” He admitted. “But he said I could make it up to him.”

“Oh?”

Frost nodded, “I am never to lie to him again.” He began, and you nodded, but the pause told you that Frost was holding something back.

“And?” You pressed.

“And he requested for you to come to work with me tomorrow.”

You stiffened at this, your face flashing with fear for a moment before you got your emotions under control, replacing it with a mask of calm.

Frost also smirked at the transition – she was copying his emotionless mask.

“Fine.” You said in acceptance, your voice strong and determined. You wouldn’t cower, you knew how this all worked – you didn’t refuse the Joker, not if you didn’t want you dad seriously hurt, or worse.

“You don’t have to do this.” Frost tried to reassure you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You glanced up at him. “I know your only saying that in an attempt to give me an option in this,” You told him, gratefully “– but you know I don’t have one. I won’t let him hurt you over me.” You told him firmly.

Frost could see the look in your eye that – a stubbornness similar to what he had seen in your mother – something that made it clear there was no point in arguing with you.

Instead he pulled you closer again. “I’ll keep you safe.” He promised, kissing your forehead gently.

You felt your heart swell at the unexpected affection from your dad, calming that little voice always in the back of your mind that had you worrying that you were a burden to the man – a voice that always had you wondering why a tough, burly gangster like Frost had agreed to take on a baby girl.

“Come on.” You muttered, relieving both of them from the awkward situation, “I’ve made dinner.” You said, walking back into the kitchen.

 Early the next day, you found yourself being driven by Frost to the warehouse where most of the Joker’s operations were currently being ran from. You were meant to be walking to college in a few hours, but you had missed so many days off school by now, that another one didn’t matter that much to you - and Frost hadn’t exactly sounded disapproving. Both of you had agreed that this would be more important - after all, the Joker would hardly understand college as an excuse for you not to be there today.

When they arrived at the building, the Joker was nowhere in sight and no one seemed to know where he had gone.

Given the stares that you were getting – as a young eighteen-year-old girl - from the other henchmen, Frost decided that it was best to keep you as close to him as possible, and so you spent your time following your dad like a second shadow, being another pair of hands where needed.

It couldn’t be classed as the most thrilling job, but you found it a damn sight better than college work.

The first few times you had watched Frost threaten one of the lackeys, he had almost scared you, but you’d quickly got use to ‘work’ Frost -  not realising how soft he actually was at home, always thinking of him as quite a cold and stony man, but seeing him now you realised you in fact lived with quite a teddy bear.

You did your best to keep his image up by creating your own callous and uncaring façade to match his. You thought he looked proud.

It was mid-afternoon when there a familiar growl from behind Frost. Your father turned at the voice, obscuring you from view with his body – though whether this was intentional or accidental, you weren’t sure. There was no need though, the Joker hadn’t even glanced over at the two of you before he had strode into his office.

You exchanged a glance with Frost, before he gestured for you to stay where you were, and then turned and headed for the office door.

You couldn’t help your heart speeding up as you lingered by the door frame, watching Frost vanish into the office. You had almost managed to relax earlier, enjoying helping your father, but now the actual reason you were here was brought sharply to the forefront of your mind again.

To say you were nervous was an understatement, your previous encounter with the clown criminal still fresh in your mind.

Frost has closed the door behind him when he had entered the office, and now you suddenly felt very alone in the concrete corridor of the warehouse, everyone that walked past you giving you creepy leers that made it hard for you not to cringe.  

You could hear the low rumble of voices in the office next to you, but you couldn’t make out any distinct words. Were they talking about you? Was Frost fighting against the Joker about this? You hoped he cared that much, but you didn’t want him to get himself into trouble for it.

You slowly became aware that the voices seemed to be getting louder - like the men were now moving closer to the door.

You stepped back just as the office door swung inwards and an ill-tempered Joker marched out, Frost close behind him, a look of concern in his eyes at knowing exactly who his boss was about to run into.

The Joker turned and nearly collided straight into you, his eyes flashed with annoyance and he initially went to snarl at the person in his way, until he recognised you, then his eyes lightened, and his lips slid into a wide grin.

“So, we meet again, doll…” He drawled charmingly, his eyes raking you up and down.

You copied his action, looking him up and down as well - this time you weren’t going to just freeze. “I guess so.” You muttered back.

J grinned at her attitude. “Walk with me, princess.” He purred, and then headed off down the corridor. You glanced at Frost who nodded, knowing there wasn’t much that he could do about it, and you nervously followed after the criminal boss.

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Joker Fan Fiction Masterlists

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Deadly Voice  (Joker x Reader) [COMPLETE]

Strictly Business (Joker x Reader)

Your Insane (Joker x Reader/OC)

Plan B(ruce) (Joker X Reader x Bruce)

A Christmas Carol (Joker x Reader) [COMPLETE]

Christmas Hatred (Joker x Reader) [COMPLETE]

Frost’s Secret (Joker x Reader (Frost’s Daughter))

Whiskey Courage (Joker x Reader)

Need Me (Joker x Reader) [COMPLETE]

Love at First Sight (Joker[HeathLedger] x Reader)

OneShots

No One Disrespects The Queen (Joker x Reader) (Trigger Warning-Anorexia)

Addiction (Joker x Reader)

Day Off (Joker x Reader)

What you Want (Joker’s Son x Reader (Frost’s Daughter))

Fatherly Advice (Joker x Reader (Joker’s Daughter))

Playing Pool (Joker’s Son x Reader (Frost’s Daughter))

Deadblot. (Joker x Reader)

Two Guys - Oneshot Request (Loki x Reader x Joker)

Daddy (Joker x Reader (Frost’s Daughter))

Our Plan (Joker’s Son x Reader (Frost’s Daughter))

Movie Night (Joker’s Son x Reader (Frost’s Daughter))

Christmas Pup (Joker’s Son x Reader (Frost’s Daughter))

The Blanket Fort (Joker x Reader)

Neighbours (Joker x Reader)

New Contract (Arkham-Joker x Reader)

Heroin (Joker x Reader)

Wrong Hiding Place (Joker x Reader)

Do we Have A Problem? (Joker x Reader)(Trigger Warning-Abuse)

Kiss Bang (Joker x Harley x Reader)

Drabbles

Welcome to Arkham (Joker x Reader)

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I think that the reader should have a romantic relationship with joker because I don’t think joker would really have the patience to look after her and things like that, thats only my opinion.... you know a good idea for a imagine is where the reader and joker are sleeping together then frost comes in and the reader feels embarrassed. Really love the imagines about frosts daughter.💋💋❤️

Yeah, I completely agree with what you’re saying! I am coming to go the more romantic route, the only reason I asked was that I know some people prefer the slightly out of character, and more fluffy, Joker sometimes - I just wasn’t sure who was going to win by votes - but the romantics have it, so I’ll be sticking with the more genuine Joker character.

And haha good idea, was that by any chance a fan fiction request? ;) I’d be more than happy to give it a go if you’d like x