#jokerxreader

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Hi again! This is the anon who asked for the Jokerxreader where the reader questions his ability to love. You did a wonderful job, and I loved it! It was so good that I’m wondering if I can request a sequel? I’d love to see Joker attempting to prove his love. I hope I’m not bothering you.

Yayy thank you sm^^ im glad ya liked it and yes ofcc! No ur not bothering at all‼️

Sequel to this

Joker x reader

Gn!reader, showing you hes capable of love

He feeds you while you are unable to move. While talking about his next plan or just whatever comes to his mind. He will ask you to tell him something, anything too.

After like a week you get tired of being roped to a chair and you beg ask him to untie you. In return you had to promise that you won't escape.

He shows you around and he begins to show you his so called love.

Hugging you and having an arm around you whenever he can. Even giving ur hand lil kisses.

He shows you cartoons to get ur mind off the fact that you are currently being kidnapped. He loves to sit there and laugh at silly cartoons. He will keep looking over to see your reaction

He'll want to dance with you, like in slow romantic style. He'll even teach you how to if ya don't know. He doesn't mind if you step on his shoes (that much)

He tries to draw the two of you. Just being lovey-dovey. Also tries to write poems, they either sound just creepy or just an essay about how he loves ya

He kisses you, very often and by the end of the day you'll be full of kiss marks from his lipstick.

He'll get you stuff that you like. How he knows? Worry not darling..he has his ways. Plus he asks you usually.

Like he goes out to steal buy stuff like food and such. And before leaving he asks if you need anything. Even if you say no he will bring something back for you. See hes just that nice no

He also so often tells you that he loves you.

He brings you flowers. The colours that will remind you of him, like purple (idk if full on green flowers exist)

He thinks showing his love means murdering taking care of people who he thinks have wronged you.

Even if they just talk to you or look at you funny. He isn't afraid to smash his goons head in either

He is a very jealous person..

But to him love means obsession and he never lets go of his obsessions, aka you.

[jokerxreader]

Indisputable (Joker x reader fic)

hello, finally I have made a master list for INDISPUTABLE thank you so much @thekillingjoke-haha for the instructions ❤️ enjoy, and don’t forget I’m open for questions or suggestions :). Enjoy.

Part one

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

[delilahandtheclown]

He Watched the Moon             Joker x Reader

A little Joker x Reader something... let me know if you like it, I’ll write the next bit. ;P

    It was evening, and you could hear the last songs of the birds out of the window. You were curled up on the big armchair, your favourite spot, with a cup of cinnamon tea. The television was on. “… another hit by the Joker tonight. Four people are in critical condition after - ”

  You turned the set off. That was quite enough of that. You picked up the book you were reading instead and snuggled into your blanket as Plum, your black cat, jumped up and started purring on your lap.

  Gotham was getting worse, but you didn’t like to hear about that. You had moved to the suburbs as soon as you could so you could get away from the chaos. Moved away from your parents, who were well-meaning and loved you and didn’t understand you at all. When you told them you wanted to be an artist, they said that was great, you could channel that into a lucrative career in advertising. That was just the kind of people they were. 

  So, to please them without selling your soul completely, you became a banker. The days were lacklustre, but you made decent money, and with that money, you moved away from your parents, to this quiet house far from the chaotic energy of the city. At your first promotion, you adopted a cat - Plum - and that was all the company you needed. You resisted your coworkers insistence that you join them at the pub on a Friday night as vehemently as you resisted your mother’s insistence that you join Tinder (“Everyone’s doing it, these days, darling. Ashley - you remember Ashley - well, she married a lawyer this year, and she met him on Tinder.”). 

  At your second promotion, you bought yourself a greenhouse. It was just a little thing that came in a kit in the mail, but it did the job. This time of year, you loved pottering around in it, smelling the damp earth, feeling the warmth of the sun, fussing over your seedlings. You had created a cozy little life for yourself. You even still had time to do a little art now and then, that you shared on your blog. You were happy. Well, let’s say content. And that was enough. The dull ache of loneliness that crept up on you at certain times of night was really a small price to pay for  the quiet freedom you had cultivated.

  Almost time for bed… well, maybe one more cup of tea first. It was Saturday night, after all. As you started to head for the kitchen, ignoring an annoyed miaow from Plum, who had been dislodged from your lap, you suddenly remembered. The seedlings! You hadn’t given them their evening watering! You thought about leaving it… you had given them a good soaking in the afternoon, they should be moist enough to last til morning… but no, you couldn’t risk it, your arugula had been a little delicate lately, and your peppers were only just starting to sprout.

  Reluctantly, you put on your jacket and wellies and headed down the garden path. The night air was chilly. The greenhouse didn’t have a light - you would have to use the light of the nearly full moon to see, but that was all right. You knew it like the back of your hand. 

  As soon as you stepped inside, you stopped. There was a faint click as the door closed behind you. There was something wrong. At the far end of the greenhouse, something was slumped on the chair that looked for all the world like a person. It wasn’t, of course. It must just be a bag of fertilizer or something you had left there… still… it did look awfully like a human figure. 

  Something glinted by your feet. You looked down and saw a little trail of water. The hose wasn’t closed off all the way, and the drips were creating an expanding puddle. Every hair on your body stood up. You always shut the hose. And now, in the puddle of water, you saw colours… faint traces of red and blue… something was very amiss…

  The silhouette on the chair moved. It wasn’t a bag of fertilizer. It was a person. You knew you should run now, run to the house, lock the doors, grab the phone, call the cops. A great plan in theory, but in practice, fear had you rooted to the spot. Meanwhile, the figure shifted slightly, so you could see the outline of a face. Aquiline nose, wavy hair… but that’s about all you could make out. His eyes were in darkness, so you couldn’t tell if he was looking at you, but you somehow felt like he wasn’t. Like he was looking at the moon.

  Failing to move, you decided that the only option was to speak. “What are you doing in my greenhouse?” you asked, voice a hoarse rasp. 

  The silence stretched out between you, and at first you thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he did. “I come here sometimes. When I have a bad day.” 

  A shiver ran up your spine when you realized he had been here before, but at the same time, you noticed how soft his voice was. Gentle. Something in you was drawn to this stranger.

  You took a step forward. “This is my home. You shouldn’t be here,” you said. Then you added, tentatively, “Don’t you have somewhere to go?”

  “I like the smell of the plants. I like that you can see the moon through the ceiling,” he said.

  So he was watching the moon. He reached out a hand and ran it over his mouth. His hand was shaking. Your fear subsided. You took another step forward, knowing you shouldn’t, but something about this man, who could be a psycho for all you knew, a thief, a serial killer, something about him drew you to him like the moon draws the tide. “You’ve been here before?” you asked. 

  He nodded.  “Are you hurt?” you asked.

  “Always,” he whispered. 

  For a moment you were both silent. Then you made a decision. “I’m going to make some tea. Would you like a cup? It’s cinnamon.”

  Although you couldn’t see his face, something about the slight shift in his shoulders indicated faint surprise. He nodded, just slightly. 

  You went back to the house and put the kettle on. Plum wound around your legs, demanding food, as if everything was normal, as if there wasn’t an intruder in your greenhouse. As if you hadn’t just decided to, rather than calling the police to report him, make him tea. 

  You fed Plum and brought out the two steaming cups of cinnamon tea. Your heart was racing as you opened the door. For a second you thought he must be gone, must have taken advantage of your vulnerability to run. For another second you thought he would be hiding in the shadows somewhere, waiting to pounce on you.

  But no. He was sitting right where you left him, elbow on his knee, head in his hand.

  Watching the moon. 

  You brought him over the tea. A ray of moonlight fell across his face, dividing it into light and dark. His eyes were on the dark side, but his lips were palely illuminated. You caught yourself staring. They were beautiful. His hand, grasping the handle of the teacup… he was thin, very thin, but your gaze wandered over knuckles, fingers, nails. For a moment, an image flashed before your eyes of that hand slipping under your shirt, the feel of it against your skin…

  You shivered. He sipped his tea. You sipped yours. Then, since there was only one chair in the greenhouse, you sat on the floor next to him. You sat too close, so your arm pressed against his calf. You told yourself it was in the hopes that the physical contact provided some comfort to him, not because you wanted to feel his warmth. 

  After what felt like forever but couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes he spoke. “Why are you so kind to me?” he asked.

  You were grateful of the darkness. Your cheeks were growing hot.  “I know what it’s like to be lonely,” you said softly.

  He nodded. “This city is trash. Everyone in it is filth. Mostly I find it funny. But some nights…”

He shook his head and took a long sip of tea. “I like your greenhouse. I like to come here. It feels safe.”

  You sat there for a long time. You didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you surfaced slightly, deep in the night, and found your head had fallen into his lap. He had one hand buried in your hair. You knew you shouldn’t be here, with this stranger. Shouldn’t let him touch you so tenderly. But all you could think was how safe you felt with him, and you sank into a deep, dreamless sleep once more.

  The warm sun beamed into the greenhouse. You blinked the remnants of the night from your eyes and tried to get your bearings. You were curled on the floor, and as you sat up, something fell off you. It was a jacket, a beautiful, deep maroon colour, unlike anything any of the men you knew would ever wear. Without thinking, you brought it to your face and inhaled. There was the harsh smell of cigarettes, and a musk - an animalic smell. The smell of the man who had been wearing it. You quivered in depths of yourself you had never acknowledged before and pressed your face into the fabric.

  But there was another smell too. Smoky, not unpleasant, but unusual… gunpowder?

  And the more you looked at it, the more you thought there was something familiar about it. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

    It wasn’t until you later, as you walked to the bakery to pick up a French loaf so you could make tomato sandwiches for lunch, that you realized. You passed a television store window, with models stacked up in the display. They all played the news. They were on mute, but when the image changed from the news anchor to shaky footage of a man in clown makeup running down the street, pursued by policemen, you knew. It was unmistakable. The aquiline nose. The curve of the mouth. And of course, the gorgeous maroon jacket.

  The man in the greenhouse. The man who had left his jacket to keep you warm. The man you were undeniably, inescapably attracted to in ways that you had never experienced before…

  Was the Joker.  

[xx-eatmyheart-xx]

I'm a little late with this one but I kinda had a little block. Hope you like it! 🌸

@obsessedandthirsty @electroma89 @sanguinandoscrivo

-Abigail

4 - New Starts

The streets of Gotham were busy with hurried people every single day of the town's painful existence. No one seemed to care for anyone and that's why when those no ones were walking towards their destination, whether it was their working place or their own homes, their attention never cared to focus on other no ones like Arthur. It looked like he was invisible to every single person that passed near him and his swinging sign, nobody seemed to notice his cheerful dance in front of the music shop.

And well, nobody seemed to see the group of little vandals steal the bright yellow sign from him, nor did them give a single fuck when he was chasing the kids and screaming for others to stop them.

He hated that city.

He hated being invisible, he hated being a no one, he hated running after those stupid teens.

And now he was hating being beaten up by them, curled up on the ground, without any type of power over the situation.

While his vision was getting blurry, his thoughts were limpid: he was thinking of Y/n. Arthur had gladly found out that he was able to concentrate on her smile so hard that the pain would slowly fade away, as if it morphed into a simple background buzz. Surely a little annoying, but still a lot more bearable.

"Hey! HEY!"

Arthur couldn't understand if something had scared them away or if they were simply done toying with him, the image of her bright eyes was blocking out everything else from his mind. But as his sight was leisurely coming back with an imperceptible ring in his ears, he had started to line out a thin silhouette at the end of the dirt alley running toward him.

The apparently unreal phantom became a lot less imaginary when a hand reached down to Arthur and a pair of arms helped him sit on the ground, feather-like hands holding his sore shoulders.

"Oh lord, Arthur? Arthur can you hear me?"

The clown nodded, a little confused, and as he was gaining back his sight, the voice lulling his aching body seemed awfully familiar all of the sudden.

Was it really her?

His eyes finally managed to center on the person holding him: a worried look met his own and a tear escaped the beautiful irises that were staring at him.

Did he really run that way? Was he really that close to her shop?

Or was she just passing by?

Could he seriously have been so lucky?

"Arthur tell me something!"

She was so so worried.

When was the last time someone looked at him with true and pure concern?

He couldn't remember one.

He shook his head, still a little disoriented.

Please don't let it be an illusion.

Don't let her be an illusion.

"Y-Y/n I... I, them, I I..."

Words failed him as the anxiety and the stress of the fresh abuse were beginning to make their way to his brain. His throat was immediately dry, in a moment his lungs couldn't remember how to work properly, leaving the poor man agonizingly breathless.

Why was she there?

"Haha... Ha... Hahaha... Hahaha-"

A smack echoed through the alley as his own hand harshly hit his mouth in a hopeless attempt to suffocate the uncontrollable fit of laughter.

Y/n saw his body bending over and painfully starting to shake uncontrollably, his face had contorted into a grimace that screamed pain so loud she could feel it scratching her skin.

He wanted so bad for her to just run away, scared of his bizzarre and horrific behavior like everyone else.

Everything would've been so much easier.

Why was she still there? Why was she looking at him like that? Was she going to make fun of him? Was he really crying in front of her?

Was she-

"It's okay"

Her hug was firm and warm, arms grabbing his convulsing body and securing it against her own.

What?

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Arthur had to take a few minutes breathing with his face buried in Y/n's neck but at the end he had managed to calm down. It was a first time for him, he knew no one ever stroked his hair while he was having an episode, it all had felt so different and strange.

It had made him feel uncomfortably safe.

She hadn't cared for the tight grip he had on her, nor did she complain about the smudget makeup on her jacket. And now that he was sitting on her couch with a cup of hot tea in his hands, everything felt even more safely surreal.

It had started to look so impossible to him for her to be that kind that at the end of the story he was sure that was real: he couldn't be able to hallucinate someone being so gentle with him.

His mind couldn't do something like that.

It could picture a hug, a kiss, the two of them cuddling in his bed, even Y/N naked in his shower.

But that?

He could never have imagined it.

It was too much for him.

He didn't deserve that.

"How are you feeling Arthur?"

Still, she was standing in front of him with a beautiful smile on her delicate face and a bag of ice in her hands. Y/n sat right beside Arthur and put the bag on his shoulder, relieving the ache that a big bruise was giving him. Things like that remembered him how skinny, how powerless, fragile and useless his body was. His dark place was suffocating him once again and once again he was letting it take control.

"Y/n"

"Yes, Arthur?"

He had fell silent once the fit was eventually over, that was the first word after almost an hour since then.

"Earlier, in the alley... That was... I have..."

His voice trailed off, abandoning the sentence little by little.

Why was it so difficult with her? He didn't have his little card with him but he totally could explain his condition. Then why there was no way words would come out?

"A neurological conditon, I know"

He was unexpectedly confused one more time that day.

"How do you..."

"I... I knew a... person with a very similar condition"

"but we can do something about it, right, doctor?"

The screams were echoing through the white walls of the empty hallway, were Y/n could hear them loud and clear.

"I'm sorry to tell you that ma'am, but that's a neurological condition, we can't help that"

Another scream, another torturing cry of pain.

You could hear her head bashing against the wall as if you were in that same room.

"isn't there something we can try?"

"we tried everything"

Foggy memories were passing by in front of your eyes as the buried fear threatened to climb out of its grave.

Arthur could not replace her, being his friend wouldn't bring her back.

He could not redeem your mistakes, nothing could delete what had happened.

But you did still care, and yes, even if he did remember you of her, it was not because you wanted a second chance, but because you really saw something in him.

And whilst your brain was full of something you hadn't thought of for a long time, you could still see the now bare face of the clown. He was completely zoning out, all Arthur could focus on was how your apartment was just like he had imagined: lovely and welcoming, just like you.

The two of you had your minds in two completely different places even though you were looking at the same thing, your living room. But it was okay, it was pleasant, safe. You were just enjoying each other's company.

His sight was scanning your little open space, with the kitchen in a corner and the sofa where you two were sitting right in front of it, only the TV and the white furniture where it was standing dividing the two spaces. The carpets, the pictures on the wall, the color combinations and even the textures, everything there made him think about you, every little piece of that space remembered him of your ethereal being. Since your first encounter, the scrawny clown had discovered that contemplating the idea of you made his chest warm, almost as you had a calming effect on his anxiety.

Maybe he should've said something.

"Thanks again Y/n"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever you want"

Arthur tensed a little and squeezed the cup in his hands as he frantically answered, a gesture that you quickly registered. He was so nervous now, you had the urge to hug him tight but succeeded in restraining yourself from doing it.

Instead you stood up and walked up to the counter in you kitchen, took a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and went back to the couch to give it to Arthur.

"Call me whenever you want to"

He had lost count of how many times you had him confused that day. On the little piece of paper perfectly ripped there was noted a phone number, clearly yours.

But why would you do something like that? Was that a cruel joke?

"You're my friend, I just want to help... And get to know you a little better. So you can call me both when you're not feeling well and when you just want to talk"

"I... Am just confused. Why would you...?"

"Cause this city is horrible. Every single person in this city is horrible. And you're the only one that has showed a little interest in someone else rather than yourself. When you get to know someone new in this city the first thing they say is how rich or poor they are, it's all about money, all about them and them only. It's a never-ending herd of egoistic assholes. But when we had the chance to talk, when you were performing in my shop, you told me about your mother, your dreams and how happy makes you hearing kids singing with you. And that is so rare here in Gotham that I don't want to lose you in the crowd"

Wow.

Where you real though?

You had left him simply speechless. Over the years he had never ever heard someone talk about him like that, in all honesty he had never heard someone talk about someone else like that.

You were really special, weren't you?

He was able to see right through you smile. There was just a honest and kind interest in him, and although it had always seemed impossible for him that someone else could care for his well being, the expression on your face was melting each of his doubts away.

He had always been the one that cared for others, first being his mother, and how it seemed like someone wanted to take care of him.

His smile grew little by little, bringing a tint of almost invisible rose on the man's cheeks.

"Thank you, again"

There were no other words to be said, his expression was enough for you to understand his gratitude. After a minute of contemplating your handwriting, Arthur stood up and turned to face you.

"I'm afraid I have to go now"

"Sure, let me get you to the door"

Said door wasn't that far away, but it was still nice having you with him till there. Saying goodbye was kinda... Sad. Yeah, sad was the right word, for both of you. Arthur had to go back to his reality, once home he had to wash off the little residues of the makeup that were still staining his skin, get dinner ready for his mother, put her to bed and spend the night in his room, staring at ceiling, hoping morning would come soon. And then start all over again.

But what about you? What would you have to go back to?

He wanted to ask you so bad.

Well, maybe...

"Goodnight, Y/n"

"Goodnight, Arthur"

[sopiiieee]

Joker x  Reader Imagine being the Queen of Gotham City

“Behold! The Queen of Gotham City!”

Ever since those words came from the clown prince, or rather king, of crime’s lips, your life had never been the same. No one dared look at you in a way not of respect. 

Arthur had taken over the entire city in a matter of days. He had an army by his side from day 1.  He became King and you became his Queen. You ruled equally. People had the misconception that the Queen stayed behind and waited for her King.  In reality, that was not what happened.

No. The queen is a major badass. Though keeping most of her sanity,  she believes in some people deserving an ass-whooping every once in a while. The King and Queen equal each other out. One can't be without the other.  That being said, the King is EXTREMELY protective of the Queen. God help the poor bastard who dares test Joker and his love for his Queen. That man can take out a  whole ass army when it comes to the Queen.

[ackles-freckles-girl]

Anon Request

Warnings: mentions of murder

Notes: I hope this is okay! I tried and it’s not great..I wasn’t feeling well but I hope you like it!

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You can feel it; that tightening constricting sensation in your throat, palms becoming clammy, sweaty as you are seated on the edge of the warn out sofa in Arthur’s apartment, well, perhaps you can call it yours too considering how much time you have spent there recently with this unassuming man. Your fingers absently claw at the moth eaten seams in anxiety and your eyes transfixed to the television screen in front of you.

Murray Franklin’s bloody corpse broadcasted on live television.

Bullets riddled the talk show hosts lifeless body, and there was Arthur - no, there he was; Joker.

That once mild mannered, innocent sweet Arthur. His smile flashing back at you in your mind; broad and comforting, warm. All that gone in a flash. What stood now was something else, a crooked greasepaint crimson smirk that sent shivers down your spine; teeth on full display and completely proud of his act.

You recall this memory often, replaying it in your head on autoplay, like a record that will not stop and driving you insane.

Often you find yourself in two minds; knowing it is wrong the acts of violence that Arthur- or well..Joker commits. But on the other hand you have a somewhat understanding of it. The way he lashes out on those who have done him wrong, who have done the world wrong. He’s troubled.

You’ve had those moments where you have tried to leave, to run away and escape and never look back, sometimes it all gets too much and Joker will find you in hysterics crying on the bathroom floor, but you just can’t do it, you can’t leave him. He has this vice on you, a bond that can never be torn and as much as it kills you, You find yourself devoted to him.

[littledarlinwrites]

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[teleria555]

Arthur Fleck Drabble #2

Please be warned: Character death, pls don’t read if this triggers you, stay save. Gifs not mine.

Doctor: „I‘m sorry J, (y/n)... the injuries are too bad. Theres nothing we can do. I am sorry.

Joker is devasted. How could it be possible, you will not be around him anymore. He can‘t kiss you anymore. It should be him, not you. You are an angel. He loves you so so much. He loves your smile, to hold you in his arms on a bad day, loves he can talk to you for hours. You accepted all of him. You fell in love with Arthur and stayed by his side when he turned into Joker. He just can‘t believe this.

He tries so hard not to cry. He must go to you. Slowly Joker turns to get to your room. He have to say goodbye. The last thing you should see is Joker smiling, the last words you should hear, a whispered „I love you (y/n).

[an-umbra]

You put a smile on my face. [Joker X Reader | One shot]

SHORT SUMMARY

Becoming a comedian. That's your dream. You have the opportunity to prove yourself because you have a guest appearance on a Murray Franklin Show. But it will be anything but amusing. While you hope for a successful evening, Murray amuses himself with Arthur's clip. Instead of bursting out in laughing you defend the man on the screen. Without knowing that the Joker has kept an eye on you now ...

AUTHORS NOTE

This is my first post on Tumblr, I am kinda nervous! Since English isnt my first language I apologise for any mistakes in the story, I tried my best though, haha-

Also, I didnt write anything for ages, so I am very thankful for any feedback on this! 🖤

Last but not least; Thank you to anyone who is taking her/his time to read the story. 🖤

CONTAINS

- The images/gifs used are from the Joker played by Joaquin Phoenix. Also, the story is based on events that happened in the movie. Still, you can imagine this with any version of the Joker you want to ~

- No real sexual content, but a bit of tension and touching 

- Word count: 1440

STORY

Faster, faster and faster your heart beats, until it feels like it could jump out of your chest at any moment. You could just turn around. It wasnt too late. Your eyes turned to the mirror where you saw your fear-distorted face. The wobbling of your legs - that was one of your habits when you got nervous - made your reflection shake up and down. "Just be yourself" you gave your image as advice and pressed the muscles of the corner of your mouth up, but you could not stop them from trembling. Nervousness was a feeding sensation. You just wanted to disappear, maybe back into your protective four walls, without spectators, without any human soul.

"Are you ready?"  a voice asked coming from the direction of the door. Am I ready? You repeatedly thought to yourself. You pressed your fingertips against your palm and exhaled one last time for the jump in the icy water. "For sure!" came back in response from you.

You stood up and let your hands slide over your dress. Every single fiber tickled your skin. One last look in the mirror; you at least should look good if everything went wrong. A pair of pants would have been more comfortable than this tight dress. You sighed and started questioning everything again. "(Y / N) please stand behind the curtain!" Your body jerks briefly before your feet carry you towards the curtain. While you stood in front of the curtain, you would have liked to disappear - whoosh - just gone like you've never been here. "Please welcome our next guest, (Y / N)!" Tap. Tap. Every single step echoed through the great hall. The clapping of the audience boomed in your ears and the spotlight fell on your pale skin. Swallow. Breathe. Everything would be fine, that was your first appearance. You gave the audience a short smile and raised your hands in the air to greet everybody. "Thank you so much for having me here today" you squeezed out of you as Murray reaches out to you. Next to him, you looked like a trembling puppy taking his first steps. Would you ever achieve this professionalism?

When you sat down on the sofa, Murray asked for an applause again, after all, it was your first time on a big stage. An audience like this and thousands of people watching you in front of the TV, it felt good. It felt really good. As if you could finally be heard. As if that was the beginning of your long-awaited dream as a comedian.

But Murray did not ask you for a joke. Not for a single one. "Today we want to take a look at the something" he told the audience. Alright. Maybe you could do a number afterwards. A clip appeared on the studio screen. It was a man. He held a kind of notebook in his hands. He flipped through the pages until he folded the book and began to speak: "It's funny, when I was a little boy, and told people I was going to be a comedian, everyone laughed at me. Well, no one's laughing now." The uncertainty in his voice promised that this guy was probably just as insecure as you were. You could understand him though. "Youre dead right!" Murray exclaimed with a puffed-up laugh. The audience laughed in rows. "What do you think of our encouraging beginning (Y / N)?" He turned to you and smiled at you. Put on and experienced. That's exactly what his smile looked like. "Are you serious now?" You put back as a question. You did not dare to blink, you even stopped the breath of air that you just took. What did you just say? Why were you so angry? It doesnt matter. It was too late to change what you just said. The moderator's smile slid down his face. The eyebrows snuggled closer to his eyes, which he squashed. He probably did not believe what he had heard himself. "Well" he began unaware, "dont you think that's funny?" Funny? You did not know what was funny about it. This man wanted to make people laugh. But they robbed him of this attempt. "I found the gentlemen you just demonstrated here funny" swallowing, you pressed your fingertips even harder in your hand until it almost hurt. "I do not want to be part of this show anymore." Now or never. You got up and looked into the audience. Disappointed faces. Whispering heads, which leaned towards their counterpart. Everyone was as horrified as Murray. Then you turned to the camera. "I apologize to you on behalf of this show ... keep trying to make people laugh. You already made me laugh." You tried to cheer up the man who had probably just watched this series with great anticipation and was now the victim of a corrosive society.

                               Tonight was your last performance on TV.

TWO WEEKS LATER

You sat in the train. The usual everyday life, working, eating and sleeping. Itwas sad, but it was paying off your bills. You had pressed your bag against your chest, because today the train was overcrowded again. Breathing was hardly possible, it felt like breathing in dust. Not long ago a movement had started in Gotham. Many people disguised themselves as clowns and protested. Triggered by a clown who shot and killed three employees of Wayne Enterprises in the subway. The tense situation in the city did not surprise you. Dissatisfaction. Poverty. Everything carried the city into the abyss. The train jerked your body back and forth, while your eyes remained fixed on the ground. Which station were you at? You looked up - boom - he had met you, the look you would never forget. First ice cold. Rigid. But when he noticed that you returned the intense eye contact, his expression changed. 

He puts a smile on his face, at the same time his right brow made a small jump. Left. Right. Your eyes looked around hastily. Nothing. He actually looked at you. You were overwhelmed. What should you say? Should you even say something? How did this guy know you? Thousand of questions. No Answer. He was different from the rest of the protesters, his face was full of make-up, it was no mask. Somehow it fascinated you. Was that weird? You saw the passion with which he had applied the mak -up. "City Hall" an artificial voice finally said. All clowns gathered before exiting. The squares emptied rapidly. Suddenly, a large hand placed itself on your thigh. The fingers slide into the inner side of your leg and gently pressed themselves into your flesh. "Thank you, beautiful" the deep voice whispered softly in your ear. Goosebumps appeared over your entire body and you released a pleasant sigh. Your ear became so hot that it was barely noticeable. The red lips of the clown easily brushed your ear and made you stare. "You turned my negative thoughts into some .. lets see how I should put it .. pretty" amusing "ones .." You could feel him grinning on your ear and starting to laugh softly. You recognized the laughter, even if it was only short. It was the laugh from Murray's show. The laughter of the man you were protecting. But this laugh, which now escaped his lips, reflected the madness of his soul. You liked it, you liked it a weird way, very much. He removed his face from your ear and looked you in the eyes for a few seconds. You could feel his hot breath on your lips. You may have been apart at one fingertip. His eyes fixed on your lips. Slowly you lowered your eyelids, so that they were only half open. It felt like an eternity until it happened, but finally he put his lips on yours. Nothing. There was nothing more than the overwhelming feeling in you. And the desire not to stop. But after your lips were touched briefly, the artificial voices made another announcement: "Step away, the doors are closing." He looked back hastily, took a few steps back and left the wagon. "Dont miss me too much (Y/N)" He licked his lips briefly and laughed a little louder. Him knowing your name made your heart skip a beat. But it also gave you the most sincere smile since a long time. 

When the train left the weird feeling remained in your entire body. Your eyes followed him until the last moment. "Too late .." you gave back as a late reply.

                 One little taste already made you went crazy for him

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FEED Joker x Reader 12: That God awful grin...

After the scene I caused and getting tubed, there was a mandatory session with the one and only Dr. Nely.

“This place is insane” Joker states.

I then repeat “This place… is insane”

Nely just refuses to break eye contact with me. “Is it because of the force-feeding situation?”

“I said I would eat alone”

“But you didn't.”

I hate it when he counter-argues, it irritates me as I don't even want to be here, I don't even belong here. I need to just carry on and play along until I can get out.

“I just feel sick, I haven't eaten in a while this is all just a bit too much, this place is overwhelming”

He finally breaks eye contact, looking down at his papers, taking notes. I enjoy the few seconds without the doctor's glare where I can look at J with irritation in my eyes, begging for help. Dr. Nely looks back up, and I look at him.

“When did you stop eating? You don’t just ‘not eat in a while’ to the point that you end up here”

Fuck your interrogation.

“I have just been very busy this year trying to get back on my feet”

“With restricting”

I need to get out of this.

“I didn’t restrict”

“Miss (y/n) you were hiding food in your room, your father saw it, full plates of food”

I am in confusion, J was meant to eat it, to keep him alive. I glance quickly at him.

“I thought you ate it” I whisper under my breath.

“What?” The doctor catches me out

“Nothing, nothing i-”

I need to recollect myself and think of a good point. Think, y/n. Why would a normal girl hide food in her room?

“I have a habit of not finishing food when I get full, I don’t want my dad to be upset because he will think I don't like his cooking.”

Fantastic, wouldn’t want to hurt my dad. I love him after all.

“You only just moved in with your father, bet it must be hard doing things alone now”

What the fuck.

“What do you mean”

“We aren’t going to pretend that you did not get abducted”

I froze and there was silence. It was not an abduction. The Joker, he saved me from human trafficking. If he did not buy me some other dirty reptile would have taken me and done worse. At least the Joker humanized me even in such a dehumanizing experience.

“You guys were ‘attached by the hip’ so to say. Did everything together, shared everything together. A car, a bed, a room, a house, even a bathroom”

Why does he act as he knows us? I see J lean over giving a glare to the doctor, analyzing him, as if the doctor was prey.

“What’s your point?” I asked

“You guys shared and did everything together, and it was all gone with the blink of an eye. How did you carry on and do everything after the accident? Like getting back into school.”

“I just did it.”

He then took notes. As he looked down, I look at my J, feeling trapped, I need him now more than ever. The doctor looks up and continues to stare at me, analyzing me. Not in an animalistic way, but to catch my bluff.

“Is the accident where everything started to get complicated? The final straw that drove you into restriction?”

“What?-” I try to counter argue the doctor, but J is raging.

“He thinks he knows us, y/n” J growls.

“I was not restricting!” I need to defend us.

“Then why were you hiding the food?”

“I was not-” I would have completed my sentence but J cuts me off.

“Don't justify yourself” J reassured me.

“Is there something that tells you to hide the food? A voice that tells you to starve, a voice that tells you to do things, when to run, when to go to bed, when you should eat?

“What?” I am flabbergasted. I cannot keep this up anymore.

“Is there a voice that tells you not to eat?”

“Is he fucking kidding me?” J asks visibly irritated.

“Why are you asking me this?”

“Most people with an eating disorder describe a voice in their head, tells them not to eat, and even instructs them to and to not do other things in their everyday life.” Shit.

“I don’t have an eating… I don’t have a problem with food!”

“But it's not about food is it? It's about control. Do you feel out of control?”

Control…

Where did I last hear that?

I’m starting to get a flashback.

I wake up and I see lights moving and these people all around me, which are all dressed like paramedics. In the distance I can see my dad talking to a doctor, I can only hear him briefly. I'm getting restrained to the bed by the paramedics as I try to escape.

"DAD?"

He's not turning around.

"DADDY?" I scream, he won't look around, and I can hear him and the doctor.

"Why is she doing this to herself?"

"It's about control."

I am trying to fight the paramedics holding me down, and J isn't with me.

"J!" I scream

"JAAAAAYYYY!" I am damaging my vocal cords at this point and a paramedic injects something into my arm, and I'm slowly drifting out of consciousness.

“Y/n?” Dr. Nely snaps me out of it.

“Yes I do get stressed out and sometimes I get scared”

“Because of the accident?”

“No because of everything.”

“When you feel stressed or scared, what helps? What do you turn to?”

J interrupts before I can answer. “Y/n! I want to go, and I want to got NOW”

“I want to go home,” I say to the doctor in the softest voice possible, trying to get sympathy points.

“You can go home when you eat.”

He is really starting to bug me.

“You aren’t hungry,” J says to me.

“I AM NOT that hungry” I repeat.

“Your body will give out on you” The doctor states, in a way to try and shock me.

“He’s lying,” J says.

“Your organs will shut down, your muscles will eat away at itself until there is nothing else”

J gets up and says “Stop it”

“Not even your life”

“He’s lying y/n, now let's go!” J raises his voice at me.

I cannot go home at this moment, so I need to settle for the next best thing, the privacy of my hospital bedroom.

“I want to go back to my room”

“You are free to go when you like”

I get up with J and walk to the door. I open it, but before exiting the interrogation, the doctor says something that stops me in my tracks.

“It seems like the Joker loved you very much, and you loved him back. What do you think he would say if he saw you in here?”

I look at J into his blue eyes, which would always give me an escape and reassurance. But even now, he did not know what to do or how to respond. We just continue to walk away together.

The day passes. I spend the entire day in my room, with J, barely saying anything, just sitting together enjoying the rare amount of privacy we get. I didn’t even follow the regular cigarette routine with Tatijana. I just sat there on my own.

By the time it came to the evening, J was on my bed drifting away to sleep. I stroke his green hair out of his face, and rub his head to give him comfort as he sleeps.

“J” I whisper, I need to hear his voice before I drift off, just to know that I am ok, that I am safe, what he is with me.”

“What, kitten?” He replies in a tired groggy voice.

“Nothing, I love you.” I quickly whisper.

“Love you too, pumpkin.” We sleep facing each other, with my hand underneath his face, our foreheads touching as we both drift away knowing for a fact that when we both wake up, the first thing we will do is look into each other's eyes.

I wake up and J is not there, so I get out of bed to walk to the living room to see if he might be hanging out there, out of pure instinct. The hospital light is dim, but as I walk to the living room the lights do get brighter.

I enter and I see J sitting there, and there is a sound of a heart monitor beeping in the background. I sit down across him.

“Don’t tell anyone I’m here” He says.

“It’s ok, you have me”

“But we promised, y/n,” He said to me, and as he did, a burn mark appeared on the side of his face.

“Promise what?” I stutter and I am scared.

“When we die-” His teeth start falling out his mouth, “We die together”.

I remember, that day when we promised.

I approach him and fall onto my knees in front of him.

“J I’m sorry”

The heart monitor starts beeping at a faster rate.

His puts his finger under my chin. His nose flattens against his face, completely broken, with blood pouring out.

“Remember.”

Then I relive the moment again.

 "If we die, we die together" he adds on.

I find comfort in this.

"Promise?" I ask.

"Promise."

I go back to sleep as J plays with my hair.

I am now back His neck then snaps and his head rests on his shoulder almost detached, and his skin color turns even more pale, almost translucent, his eyes remaining open.

“Promise me,” he says.

His body cracks as his limbs twist and break. My breathing becomes more shallow and I start having a panic attack. I remember the last time I saw him like this.

His body becomes mangled, blood covers his face and strands of green hair rest on his face as he slowly becomes lifeless. The monitor is beeping rapidly now. So rapid I am now hyperventilating

“Y/n, why?” he whispers, as he passes away, eyes open and unresponsive. Unrecognizable. What struck me the most was the grin he gave me. That God awful grin, I want to scream.

The heart monitor flatlines. That's when I last saw him like that, the accident.

I try to run away towards the door, but when I open it, a purple Lamborghini is rushing towards me, headlights almost blinding me, and I hear a loud beep.

That's when I wake up. I am sweating all over. I can’t take this anymore. I was unable to sleep, so I go to the corner of my room and rock back and forth until the sun came out. J is not here with me, did I lose him? Is he gone for good?

I could use Jokers absence to come clean to get discharged so I can keep my promise to him in peace.

I look at the time and its 5 am.

I wait until it the time is 8 am when Dr. Nelly enters the building. I rush down the hallways and slam open his door on the verge of having a panic attack.

“Dr. Nelly, I do need to talk to you!” I say in a shaky voice.

“What's wrong?” he asks.

I turn around from the door and say “I’m just scared that-”

There he is, the Joker, in perfect shape sitting on the spare seat next to the one I usually sit on, as if he is waiting for me.

“Hey, baby. Come on, y/n. Tell him what he wants to hear”

He looks at me with a soft face, a soft smile, soft eyes. So soft. I am stuck and need to follow my instincts, and I never would have expected the horrific yet opening outcome that was to come.

[jokerxreader]

MY SAFE SPACE (JOKERXREADER fluff)

Where the Joker finally comes back from a trip to find you in pieces and tries to put you back together

Warnings: none 

You pulled your knees to you chest as you curled up on the sofa trying to find warmth in the cold and grey walls that surrounded you day after day. You would have much preferred a small apartment that did not feel like a castle as soon as he left.

The Joker was practically running Gotham at this point and although you were proud of all he had managed to accomplish you were feeling neglected. As he gained more control you would find yourself alone more frequently in the cold nights and most days as he was ‘taking care of business’ you felt as though you were losing the only person to ever grounded you and give you a purpose in life. So far he had been gone two weeks, not one of his longest trips but it still left an empty ache in your soul. A warm tear slid down your cheek as you stared at the door, half hoping he would walk through and scoop you into his warm and safe embrace and the other half beginning to loath the bastard that left you alone so often.

Slowly you stood and sauntered over to the old and dusty vinyl player in the corner of the room. You just wanted something to distract you, even if it was momentarily and you could not think of anything but your vinyl collection which was your pride and joy. A ghost of a smile fluttered over your lips as your fingertips grazed the aged cardboard which held melodies that sung to your soul.Without much thinking you pulled one out and removed the record from its sleeve, gently blowing off any dust and placing it onto the turntable. And slowly swaying your hips to the gentle sounds that came out of the speakers, you twirled around and fell back onto the sofa with an almost incoherent chuckle and then resumed your staring contest with the door as you let the music fill your aching heart and remedy some of your loneliness. You sat with stories of love and loss told through the songs and waited, he was meant to be back and you were not sure if you could take it much longer.

Only an hour later you heard the jingling of keys on the other side of the door, you straightened your sitting position but still held your knees to your chest for security. Finally you saw his soft green curls emerge from the other side of the door. He did not look to you yet though and turned back towards the door and whispered instructions to men on the other side. You presumed some of his thugs that would be tying up loose ends for the rest of the night. 

Finally his deep eyes met yours and your breath hitched in your throat and you almost forgot your anger and despair of your situation. 

“Hello dollface, oh how I’ve missed the sight of you” a cheeky smile creeps its way across his painted face. But you could not be sucked in by his charm for the one night he may stay here with you and then go for god knows how long. The empty ache crawls from your heart and throughout your body as the fear of being left alone again takes over your body and more tears begin to silently fall. It does not escape the man in front of you who kneels before you so he has a better sight of your tear-ridden face. His cheeky smile immediately leaves and is replaced which a look of concern.

“What is the matter dove?”

You sniff and your eyes harden as you realize he has no idea what his actions are doing to you, the music continues to play and you decide to focus on it as to not forget what you wanted to say as you knew you were in danger of melting into any embrace he welcomed you into.

“I can’t take it anymore J” you whispered. “You’re gone too frequently and for far too long, I am left here to rot by myself in this big empty box that you love so much” you began to spit with anger as you realized that emotions were coming out that you must have been suppressing for a while now.

“Now pumpkin what are you saying?” he soothes, sensing your distress but not quite gathering the scale of emotion that was surging through you. He reached out for your hands and you flinched away, at his touch you knew you would no longer have strength to fight. You stood up and walked away to lean on the wall opposite the sofa as J swiveled on his feet to watch as you collocated your thoughts. He was silent as he tried to decipher what was going on.

“I’m sorry J, I love you but when you leave me I feel so empty and alone, you are neglecting me! Why won’t you ever stay with me in OUR home like we used to? I miss you so much and you never seem to notice and I am serious when I say that I will leave if something does not change. I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE”

At this point you were uncontrollably sobbing into your hands as you leaned on the wall for support as the overwhelming rush of emotions wracking your body left you weak. Slowly J stood up and approached you, he reached out his arms to take you into a hug and this time you did not resist leaning into his musky scent. Your sobs only got louder as his silence meant that in your mind he was going to let you go and you felt your world start to collapse as you tried to take in as must of his scent as possible so that you could always remember it. 

Hid warm and calloused hands snaked their way around your waist and he buried his head in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath in as he seemed to compose himself. He let out a long sigh and pulled back, not completely breaking the embrace, but just so he could look into your eyes. You saw his hazel eyes were tired and sad and suddenly you felt selfish for telling him how you felt, he had a whole city to be responsible for after all.

“I am so sorry my love” his voice croaked as it seemed he was holding back tears of his own, you slowly reached your hands to cup his cheeks and caress his scars. He lent into your touch and sighed heavily. His eyes focused on you again, “I have broken my promise to care for you always, I am so sorry for neglecting you, and if you were to walk out of that door right now i would understand but that would not stop my heart from shattering right here. I will love you and take care of you until the day I die even if you no longer are mine, you are the sunshine of my life and I miss you every second that I am away from your warmth and you beautiful smile” he closed his eyes and smiled a sad smiles as if conjuring a picture of you in his mind to remember.

“I want to change and be the man that you fell in love with. I promise I will stay at home more, we can move if you really hate this place? I’ll do anything to keep you here, you are my one and only and I know I have fucked up but please?” he begged. It was as if your heart was breaking again but this time it slowly reattached itself and started to beat steadily with joy.

“Do you promise J? Please, please promise me. I love you but I can’t keep on like this.” you pleaded looking deep into his eyes. He nodded his head so violently it made you chuckle. And you leaned back into his warm chest and locked your hands around your neck as you sniffed the rest of your sadness away.

“So does this mean you’ll stay doll?” J still sounded tentative and unsure, fully knowing he could lose you if he carried on neglecting you. 

You smiled and looked up into his hopeful eyes, “Yes, I love you idiot”

A wide smile erupted upon his features, “Will my love care to dance with me?” his cheeky smile had returned as he picked up one of your hands the the one remaining on your waist guiding you away from the wall.

You chuckled, it was his spontaneous nature that had you hooked in the first place and it made your heart swell to see it come out again. You felt safe again, his warm arms encircled you and for the first time in months you were home, your heart was full and you knew you would be alright as long as you stuck by the man who you loved.

[xx-eatmyheart-xx]

So I uhm, have the second chapter and probably will have the third one soon so yeah, there you go! I decided to post my story here too to you know, keep the blog a little alive cause drawing isn't really my thing lately, I kinda have a bad artist block.

This chapter will be a little "boring", but I felt like it was necessary.

Hope you like it 🌸

-Abigail

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2 - Cupcakes

The image of her smile had tormented his entire night. That morning Arthur couldn't stop thinking at the woman's words while getting ready for his daily job, he couldn't stop wondering how someone that kind could exist in that city.

"Arthur? Are you sure, y/n? Randall is-"

"I'm sure, Mr. Vaughn."

Your stare almost scared him too, even if it was intended for his agent and his agent only. All that fire disappeared so fast when you turn to look at him that Arthur felt somehow special, for a moment.

Gotham was a really cold city. The trash that adorned its streets surely didn't help painting a good image of the big town and the still-not-painted clown's face was lost in those thoughts. Why would y/n chose Gotham? Was she really from another country? Or was that accent just an act? Her voice sounded so well in his ears, her words were so perfectly pronunciated that that must have been just a very original way to get a better and more realist idea of whoever she met.

Right, she wasn't a liar, she couldn't be one.

She was kind and gentle.

And she chose him.

"I want him"

While Arthur was feeling the seed of an obsession starting to force itself in his brain, his journey come to an end and his tracks stopped right in front of your shop.

Cupcakes, he should've imagined. They were so good, he surely was surprised when he took a bite out of one but he was even more shocked when he found himself wanting another one.

It wasn't a big shop, but you liked it so much. The walls were striped with the pastel version of your two favorite colors, the tiles on the floor were in shining black and white, as if mimicking a checkerboard.

The shop window took all the wall that faced the crowded street and it was decorated in the cutest way, with pastel cupcakes and delicate writings that said that one could have a tea party in your little shop.

In front of the showcase there were four black round iron tables, with ivy-branch-like legs that started from their center and fell gently on the floor with curles and iron leaves. The chairs recalled the tables, and in the same fairy-like way adorned your little tea space.

And your working space? Oh it was your favorite part of the shop. Behind your counter, which was the same color as the wallpaper, there was a wall full of toppings, tea sets and jars with tea leaves of all kind.

It was colorful, cozy and it was like entering in a tale.

That is how Arthur was feeling outside your shop: about to step in something that wasn't real.

You couldn't be real, neither could the wonderful little shop. He wasn't that far away from home, he probably walked for what? Twenty minutes? It couldn't be real. Not in that part of the city.

But then he looked at you, cleaning your counter, and your happiness while preparing for the big opening, he swore he could touch all of that joy.

"Come on Arthur. You can do it."

Maybe he let his thoughts slip from his lips, but nobody cared about whoever was speaking to themselves in that egoistic metropolis. So the man just took a big breath and stepped in your fairytale, ignoring the voice in his head.

"G good morning!"

He could feel it.

It was so close.

That damned laugh, it was so so close.

"Arthur!"

He had noticed the day before how your eyes sparkled when you smiled. He liked their color, it made him feel like everything was going to be okay.

The tenderness in your voice seemed to caress his anxiety and soothe it away, your energy was almost intoxicating.

Maybe the seed had started to grow.

His sudden entrance didn't even make you flinch the slightest, you had just turned your head toward him and smiled.

His appearence, though, made your stomach twist a little. He looked so pale and skinny in his camel jacket, you were just feeling like hugging him and telling him that it was okay, that you would protect him from everything.

Was it necessary though? You didn't know the man in front of you, but your instinct was once again louder than your worries.

You know you wanted to be friends with the trembling man.

You know he neede-

"I'm sorry for what Randall said yesterday."

Arthur's eyes were again locked to the ground.

"Dear you don't need to apologize for him, you did nothing wrong"

"Y yeah but he... He shouldn't have c called you that and I I I just-"

Oh no. Oh nono.

"Ha... Haha..."

No no no NO.

Stupid stupid STUPID.

"Did you already have breakfast? Do you want a cupcake?"

Y/n's voice was... Silvery. And sudden.

It was pleasant, clear and sweet.

Concerned.

Caring.

Arthur's voice was tremoulos, thic, it didn't want to be there.

He didn't want to speak.

Did he have breakfast?

" No, I hadn't"

Next thing Arthur knew was that he was sitting at her counter, with a warm cup of tea between his no longer shaking hands and your even warmer smile in front of his incredulous eyes.

Did you really just stop a fit with a single question?

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You could've watched the clown all day.

Carnival, that was his name.

He told you that whilst getting ready in your little bathroom. Somehow the makeup seemed to help him, you did feel his voice getting more confident and it was not as shaky as before. Arthur told you about his mother too, how he took care of her, how they used to watch the Murray Franklin Show together, how much he enjoyed watching that man's performance.

And now that he was outside your shop swinging a bright sing that read "Gran Opening" and welcoming the people that had started to enter your shop, you couldn't stop asking yourself if that man was really as fragile as he seemed.

He looked almost happy.

Almost.

At a certain point he came inside the shop and spent the rest of the day entertaining kids. They loved him. You couldn't describe what was in their eyen in no other way.

For a few hours your shop really was a fairytale, with little giggles, chatting and people looking like they were enjoying the moment like nothing could touch them. Everything felt so far away from the cold reality of the city's critic situation that maybe, just maybe, you really made them forget about every single one of their problems for a few minutes and that feeling, that was what you were looking for.

Completeness.

But that didn't last as long as you would've liked.

Emptiness found its way back to your chest when the last costumer of the day left your shop.

You had dismissed Arthur a couple of times, but he insisted on staying until the very end. So now you were landing him a little paper box with an envelope attached.

"What is this?"

His gloved hands reached the thing and took it from yours, the fabric blocking his fingertips from feeling your soft skin.

"A little thank you, you did great. It's just a couple of cupcakes, but you have to wait till you'll be home to open the letter, okay?"

"... Okay"

Curiosity was clearly devouring him but your soft eyes were enough to suppress it. The man hold the box close and slipped the envelope in his jacket.

"Thank you again Arthur, I knew that you would've been the right choice"

He could feel his heart trying to break his ribcage to run away and scream at the world what you just said to him. But that was a good day and his embarrass bloomed in a simple blush and a little smile, no fits, no more awkwardness than the usual.

"Thank you, mis- y/n"

You had already jokingly scolded him for calling you "Miss l/n", but in all honesty you had found it kind of cute.

"I'm the one thanking you Arthur. Have a good night"

The sky was about to go dark and you had no intention of walking home at night. Sure, your little apartment was just a block down the street, but we're in Gotham, right?

The two of you remained in silence for what felt like hours. It was a comfortable type of silence and when Arthur almost jumped, you smiled at the thought of him feeling so at ease with you that he didn't even realize his own smile or his intense staring at you.

"I... Good night" 

[fuckthis-and-fuckthat]

She Thick.

JokerXChubby reader.

Summary- Someone comments on your weight and J says something and then you kick the dudes ass.

Warning- This is dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty. Public sex. Yep, right in the middle of the road. Mhm. All that good shit.

Inspired by @tbhimprobablylost1613 because she wrote a dirty ass story that made me, well, wanna get fuckin dirty.

A/N- I didn't go over this so all mistakes are mine. I'm tired and it's 2 in the morning, so you know. Sorry...

Oh, and this is complete shit.

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The Joker's assistant, that what you were. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't complain. All you really did was set up meetings and that's about it. You left all of his financial stuff with numbers to other people. You did a few other things like tagging along in heists, picking out a tie for J, even went with him to all of his meetings.

You enjoyed your job very much. Money was fucking great, you were never bored, you didn't have to hide your crazy, and let's face it, your boss is Daddy as fuck. You were always excited for his meetings. You got to dress up and go out, maybe get lucky and kill someone.

Staring down at the purple box on your bed, you opened it, finding a gold dress. Pulling it out, you held it up, noticing that it was short and skin tignt. Leave it to J to pick out the most unflattering clothes. Next to the box was a second smaller one, and you found a pair of black heels.

You didn't know what J was thinking getting you this dress. Your body wasn't going to look too good, but you knew better than to argue with J over it. Hopping in the shower you shaved your legs and everyrhing, and started to get ready for the next meeting at 9 PM, meaning you had 2 hours to get ready.

After blow drying your hair, you put some hairspray in it, creating some volume. Moving on to your makeup, you settled for a black Smokey eye with a hint of red, and bright red lipstick. Satisfied with your look, you slipped on the dress.

Looking in the mirror, you fluffed your hair, pulling your boobs out a little more and sighed. Something was missing. You grabbed your gun holster, slipping it over your shoulders along with a cropped leather jacket, then a choker. Taking another look at yourself you smiled, actually feeling pretty good. Turning around, you took in the view of your round ass, your dress stopped mid thigh, but when you walked it went up to the bottom of your butt.

Checking the time, you noticed it was 8:30 so you walked downstairs, meeting J at the bottom. Your breath was taken away by him everytime. So strong and sexy, and fucking insane. J was a man you could never get tired of. He stared in your late night fantasies and you dreamed of ruling with him, but you knew it wasn't possible. Not a girl like you.

Your eyes took in the sight of him. Black slacks that fit him perfectly, his white button up shirt, a bow tie, and finishing it off with a tuxedo jacket, gloves, and a cain. He was one hell of a man, that's all you could say and you knew that by the end of the night, his javket would be off and his shirt would be unbuttoned, showing of his chisled chest.

J noticed the sound of your heels clicking agaisnt the stairs, turning his gaze towards you. His eyes ran from your legs to your breasts, then to your eyes. His lips were parted slightly, a little growl coming from him. His reaction settled deep in your stomach, creating a wetness between your legs. Perhaps it would've been a good idea to wear panties.

"Don't you just look good enough to eat." J said as you reached the bottom of the stairs. Laughing out of amusent, you knew he was lying and just being friendly.

"Don't lie to me, J." You stated, walking away and passing him, Putting a little more sway in your hips. You reached the car before him, climbing in and crossing your legs, making your dress hitch up farther. A few minutes later, J was getting in, throwing the car into drive and heading off.

J was a terrible driver, but with you dressed like that, he was worse. His eyes were barely on the road, more on you. You knew he was staring, so you chose to tease him a little. Running a hand though your hair and toying with the bottom of your dress. Hearing him growl, you knew it was working, which added to your confidence. Maybe he was attracted to you.

Reaching the club, a henchman opened your door and you stepped out, meeting J on the sidewalk. Walking into the club, you and J went to the VIP area, meeting the client. You noticed a look of disgust on his face as he looked at you, making you shift a little in your seat. J noticed, cocking his head to the side.

You didn't really pay much attention to the conversation, you just watched as people danced. Looking back over at J, you noticed his jacket and tie were off and his shirt was unbuttoned, just as you thought. You just wanted to eat him up then and there.

Turning your head, you looked at the client, watching as his eyes traveled up and down your body, lips twisting into a grimace. "Who is this, J?" He asked, a jersey accent strong on his voice.

"Ah. This is my assistant Y/N." J said and you sinced a feel of protection coming from him.

"Why she so fat?" The client asked, making your face twist into anger and amusment. How dare he say something about you? Especially knowing who your boss was and how close you two were.

"Why are such an ignorant piece of shit?" You retorted, cocking your head to the side, a smile on your face. You were highly offended by his comment, but you weren't going to show it. And believe it or not, you felt really good tonight, but that ship had fucking sailed. He went to say something, but J shushed him with a finger to his mouth.

"Miss Y/N is not fat, she thick." J ran a finger up the side of your thigh, creating goosebumps. "Perfection." You met eyes with J, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"Nah. What you need is a skinny girl. They easy to toss around, and show em' who's boss." The client continued, earning a death glare from J. Apparently this dude didn't get the hint about talking shit. "They easy to control. Better than that fat thing. How about I show you a few of my girls? Let you take some for a joy ride?"

"Seems you're not gettin' the hint, buddy. Miss Y/N, would you like to teach him?" Looking over at you, J had a questioning, but dangerous look in his eyes. Graciously accepting his offer, you nodded your heads to the henchman, making them grab the man's arms and handcuffing them to his chair.

Standing up, you smiled brightly, slipping off your leather jacket, giving J nice view of your open back and the curve of your ass, and giving the client a view of your gun holster loaded with weapons. "I can't wait to show you my toys!" You squeeled, pulling out a knife.

Walking to him, you slammed it down onto his hand, making him cry out in pain. "I'm sorry! I take it back!" He screamed, sweat beading down his bald head. Chuckling to yourself, you grabbed another knife, stabbing him right in his crotch. You listened to the other men gasp around your and you heard J audibly laugh and mumble something.

You watched as blood poured feom his dick, adding to your amusment. "You see....I don't allow men, or anyone as a matter of fact, tell me what to do, especially men like you. You're a filthy pig. Nothing but an ignorant, cowardly clown, controlling woman because he can't earn respect." Spitting out, you twisted the kinife in his hand, making him groan out in pain. "Everything that Mr. J tells me to do, I do on my own because I want to, not becuase he tells me to. I'm my own person, I make my own decisions, bitch." Throwing a punch, his head napped to the side, blood drooling from his lip.

"This is what's going to happen...you're going to tell me where your warehouse is, We're gonna get all your shit. Oh! And for the fun part, I kill you! Got it? Yes, okay, good. Now spill." Taking out a gun, you held it to his head, watching as tears spilled down his cheeks. In your own little world, you weren't paying attention to J and the pleased look in his face as he watched you break this man.

"S-south Newport road. The abandoned ship yard. Everything's there. Just please, let me go."

"Mmm, No can do, buddy. You don't deserve to live." Huffing out a laugh, you pulled the trigger, spilling his brain's all over the black leather couch. "No one...tells me...what to do." Smiling, you grabbed your two knives from his corpse, putting them in place along with your gun. Turning around, you grabbed J's hand, walking you both out of the club.

"That was very impressing, Miss Y/N. Gotta say, it was exciting!" J said, pushing you against the passenger seat door, making butterflies form in your stomach. His hand traveled up your waist, fingers touching the bare skin of your back. "Why don't we go home? Gotta bare skin rug and some grape soda on ice waitin' for us." Pulling you closer, you felt his hard length proding at your belly.

Leaning your head back, you closed your eyes, feeling your slick between your legs. All you wanted was for him to put his face between your thighs and fuck you with his tongue. You wanted his cock deep inside of you, making you scream. J placed his lips on your neck, giving it a rough bite, then another. Crying out, your back arched agaisnt him. "Fuck." You moaned, pressing your face into his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

"Tell Daddy what you want, princess." J rasped into your ear, voice laced with lust, making your heart beat pick up even more.

"I want you to fuck me on the hood of your car in front of all these people. Let them know just how good you can fuck me and make me scream." You say with more confidence than you thought you could. A dark chuckle comes from his lips as his hands slide down your body, sneeking up your dress to grab ahold of your bare ass.

"Mmm, such a dirty girl. You sure you want that? All these people to see you. What happened to the little self conscious Y/N I knew?" Nibbling at your ear lobe, he brought a hand around to your front, dipping it in between your sensitive folds, collecting the slick at your entrence. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you squeeze when he pushes his finger into your drenched pussy, curling at the perfect spot, elighting a moan from you. Gadping in his ear, you feel a growl rumble through his chest at the little noises you make.

"Leave my dress on. I don't care what else you do to me. Just make me fucking cum." Pulling your face from his neck, you slam it back against the car, wrapping your leg around his thin waist. "Fuck...." adding a second finger, he laughs hierarchically.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty." J flicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, letting a huge grin form on his lips.

Removing his fingers from your cunt, he pushes them onto hiss mouth, groaning at the taste of your juices. Moving his his face forward, he pressed his lips against yours, ×m waiting no time to invade your mouth with his tongue. Sliding your arms around his neck, you grab at his electric green locks, drawing a groan from deep within his chest. Biting at his bottom lip, he pulled you from the car, walking up to the hood, never breaking the kiss. Your hands make quick work at his belt, getting it open along with his pants. J laid you down, spreading your legs with the palm of his hands, he grins as he sinks down onto his knees. "Look this pretty little pussy." pressing his face right against your throbbing core, sucking your clit into his mouth, making you muel out, your back arching off the hood. "So Fucking good."

J would love to take his time to tease you and have you begging for him too touch you, but all he wanted to do was to taste you on his tongue. Licking down to your slit, he's slides his tongue into your opening, groaning when he tastes deep within you. "Daddy." Moaning, you lift your head to watch him eat you out, meeting the faces of all the people who were waiting in line. You had completely forgot about them, to be honest. You were too busy in your own world to even notice or care. But, knowing that all these people were watching the joker eat you out, made your face flush with excitment.

Biting down onto your clit, her pushed two of his long digits into your pussy, curling them against your g spot. Screaming quite loudly, you clenched around his fingers, bringing your hips up to reach his face over and over again. "That's it, baby. Fuck yourself on my face." J growled, pumping his fingers even harder inside of you. Withering your hips, you ground them against his face, feeling your orgasm build fastly. Fisting your hands into his hair, you pulled roughly as your orgasm hit. Screaming as loud as you could, you honestly didn't give a shit about anyone watching. You wanted to know how good he made you feel.

J groaned when your juices gushed onto his face, coating him and his fingers with your cum. Falling limp agaisnt the hood, J continues to lick at your pussy, collecting all of your wetness. Standing up, he wipped the back of his hand across his mouth, spreading his red lipstick even farther on his face. Smiling, he licked his liver teeth. "Fucking delicious." He chuckles.

Feeling the energy to lean up, you pull down his pants to his knees, along with his boxers, watching as his hard member sprang free. Feeling your mouth water, you rub your hand along his length, spreading the precum on his tip. "As much ad I'd love to choke on your cock, I need you to fuck me until I can't walk." Looking up through your lashes at him, you lick slowly across your bottom lip.

J leaned down, cupping your cheek in kiss hand and pressing a surprisingly gentle peck on your lips.

Feeling a small smile form on your face, your heart leaped at his gentleness. Scencing your reaction, J moves his lips to your ear, "Don't get used to it, Doll."

Moving fastly, his demeanour changes from gentle to Daddy in a second. Flipping you over onto your stomach, he pulls you down until your feet are planted on the ground. Lifting your dress up, he kicked your legs apart with his foot, exposing you to both him and the crowd. Smacking the palm of his hand on your bum, you gasp as it sends a bolt of pleasure through you. "You been a naughty girl." He growls, smacking your bum again, this time making you moan. "Now that's more like it." Smacking the other cheek twice, he sticks his cock right into you.

Giving you no time to adjust, he sets a brutal pace, slamming in and out of you. Even over the sound of music coming from the club, the sound of your skin smacking against eachother was very noticeable. Pressing your on your back, J grips your hips roughly and you knew that there'd be bruises there tomorrow. Feeling him rub your gspot, you can't help but clench around him and he growls.

"Right there, Daddy." Gasping with pleasure, you feel the coil in your stomach form. "Fuck, ugghhh."

"You like that, Doll?" He questions, smacking your ass again.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." Speeding up his thrusts, if even possible, he reaches down and presses his fingers to your clit, making you scream.

"Please....please, Daddy. Make me cum. I wanna cum on your cock."

"Such a dirty girl. Begging daddy to let her cum." Rubbing even faster, you didn't know how long you could hold on until you came. "But you've been such a good girl for daddy."

"P-please...." feeling tears brimming your eyes, you try and stop yourself from cumming. His member was rubbing deliciously against your gspot with each thrusts, and you could feel him throbbing inside of you. He was close to. "Daddy, Please!" Screaming at him, tears spilled down your cheeks.

"Come on, Doll. Cum for Daddy." With his words and one more thrust, he spills his load right inside of you, sending you over the edge. Your vision blurred as your legs gave out from under you, only being held up by J who was slowly thrusting in and out now.

Pulling out, he tucked his cock back inot his trousers, buckling his belt. Taking a minute, he stared at your soaked pussy, watching your and his cum leak down your legs. "That's a fucking sight!" He yells excitedlly, pulling down your dress.

Regaining some of your modesty, you struggle to stand up and pull down your dress even farther, your juices tickling your legs. Looking over, you meet eyes once again with the people outside. Some of them had faces of horror while others were very pleased. Shrugging, you pull J down and give him a soft peck. "Don't get used to it." You smile.

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My Redemption - Chapter 6 -Pudding

JokerxReader

Word Count:  1441

Author’s Note: I know it has been forever since my last update, however I already have part of chapter 7 written out and I’m hoping to have it posted within the next two days at least. I also have a rough outline of the next couple of chapters and if I follow it then this will be a 12 chapter series, that could change depending on my muse, but at least it’s a rough idea on how far we have to go before it’s completed. Thank you to everyone that still reads this series! Hopefully now that I have a rough outline I can post more diligently so y’all aren’t left hanging for so long!

Previously on: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

The night began as it always did. I unlocked the door with my line of regulars right behind me. I hit the lights and stereo bringing the silent, dark bar to life. I made my way behind the bar and started fixing my regulars their drinks. After the first hour things slowed down, and it was just my regulars and me. I decided to turn on the news to have something to watch between making drinks. It was just the same old news that was on every night of corrupt politicians, batman saving somebody, and somebody getting robbed when I saw the headline that caused the glass I was drying to slip from my hands. The crash of it shattering breaking me of my stunned reverie. The screen displayed a building engulfed in a complete inferno clear on the other side of town. It was some abandoned building that a gang used to inhabit. On the road in front of the building, spelled out in lighter fluid was the name Joker. I made my way to the back to sweep up the glass and avert my eyes from the tv screen. I sweep most of it up, but I end up having to pick up a few stubborn pieces that I had to pick up by hand. Until I get a sliver of glass stuck in my hand when I tried to dump them into the garbage. I tried to get the piece of glass out, but without tweezers it was hopeless. I grabbed a bandage from the office to staunch the bleeding and decided to deal with it when I got home.

After a couple hours that seemed to drag by, I kicked everyone out promptly at closing time and was out the door ten minutes later. I walked quickly, anxious to dig the painful sliver of glass out of my hand, and for once it was an uneventfully peaceful walk home. I stormed through the door of my apartment and headed straight to the bathroom. I’m rummaging through my medicine cabinet for my tweezers when I hear the sound of someone clearing their throat. I jumped about a foot in the air and heard a chuckle as a result.

“Didn’t mean to scare you there, Doll.”

“You didn’t scare me. I was just focused.” I said indignantly and quietly finally finding the tweezers and began to take the bandage off the palm of my throbbing hand. How such a small thing could be such a pain was a mystery.

“What happened?” He said staring at the blood in the palm of my hand and quickly walking over taking my hand in his to look it over.

“I saw your stunt on tv, dropped the glass I was drying, and then got a sliver picking up the pieces. No -biggie, just couldn’t get the sliver of glass out without tweezers and I didn’t have a pair at work.” I got to grab the tweezers but they’re already in his hand. He sticks my hand under the faucet causing a slight sting. He proceeds to bring my hand closer to his face, I can just feel the rush of his breathing on the tips of my fingers and he focuses on the sliver. He pulls it out effortlessly and sticks my hand back under the running water while he grabs a new bandage.

“Thank you.” I say in a whisper.

“Sorry for the shock of the late-night news.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d raid the fridge, not the town.” I said with an eyebrow quirked at him. I’m rewarded the small smirk in return.

“You didn’t have any pudding, so I took a walk.”

“You know, there’s never a dull moment around you.”

“I am all about chaos, Doll.” He challenged back.

“You know, technically it’s my turn to ask a question.” I made him wait a few seconds in silence to build his anticipation before continuing. “It’s a very important question. What kind of pudding did you get?” I ask before breaking my serious expression into a smile. He rewards me with a smirk before answering.

“A pack of chocolate and a pack of vanilla.” I smiled at the thought of curling up on the couch with some pudding and continuing our little game of 20 never ending questions, but then I remembered his little adventure and notice that he was a bit more pale than when I left him.

“Let me double check you’re stitches, Mr. Chaos.” I said lifting up his shirt to get a look at the possible destruction he caused once again. He flinched the second my fingers tips had brushed against his skin. I elected to ignore it figuring he hadn’t had a caring touch in a long time and no good would come of bringing it up. I wanted to figure him out as much as he wanted to figure out me. “Well, you only ripped 3 this time, but I think the next time you rip one I’ll just super glue this wound shut so you actually heal eventually.” I tell him. I look back up to his eyes after I didn’t receive a witty retort or at least the chuckle I expected he would give me. His eyes were looking in my direction, but I could tell he wasn’t actually looking at me.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask him barely above a whisper.

“Huh, yeah Doll, just fine.” He said shaking himself out of his reverie. I looked at him for second not believing him for second, but I decided on not saying anything about it just yet. I walked into my room and put on one of favorite vinyl’s and lighting a couple candles in the room so I wouldn’t have to have the light on. I sat down on my bed getting comfortable and noticed he was standing in the bathroom doorway.

“Why are you so comfortable around me? Any sane person would have run away screaming at the first sight of me. Instead, you’ve fixed me up more than once, fed me, lied to your landlord, and now you’re inviting me to sit next to you in your bed. I don’t believe it’s just because I saved you, Doll.”

“Well, for starters, I never claimed to be completely sane. I guess I just see the man behind the mask, metaphorically and physically. I think you went through something horrendous and tragic and made you who you are today, and as a result you guard yourself so as not to get hurt again. You’re careful with the pieces of yourself that you give away and you never let anyone get too close, and because of that I also think you’re a bit lonely. I think you started off on this path of ‘chaos’ and eventually figured there’s no turning back. I don’t believe that though. I think there’s redemption for everyone, including you. I think you just don’t want to be vulnerable in the process.” He stared at me a sea of emotions behind his dark eyes.

“Why’d you burn down that building earlier?” I asked him quietly trying to change his train of thought. He paused before answering.

“I needed to blow off some steam. It’s who I am now, Doll. What was her name?”

I paused, looking down on my left wrist where I had our initials tattooed. JJ. The letters mirrored each other making them look like an anchor, something done intentionally since I practically felt lost at sea without her by my side.

“Joelle.” I said, my voice cracking. I began tracing the tattoo with my fingers, a nervous habit I started whenever I felt myself getting lost in my thoughts that weren’t too pleasant.  I felt the bed dip and looked up to find him staring at my wrist.

“How long has it been?” I manage to choke out, my throat thick from the instant swirl of emotions.

“Since?”

“Since you’ve let anyone touch you? Every time I’ve had to touch you to check your stitches you either flinch or are stock still.” He’s quiet, for a moment before he answers me.

“Eight years.” There’s pain evident in his eyes now, and it makes me wonder why it had been so long for him. I wait patiently for his question, knowing he wont answer me if I ask him what the cause was or why it had been so long. Or worse, that the question would scare him off entirely. We sat in silence until my eyes began to get to heavy to keep open, and eventually I leaned back against my headboard and fell asleep.