#leto joker imagine

[branded-witha-j]

Final part to the @lilacprincessofrecovery request. Thank you for an incredible request. I had such a great time writing it. 💚

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That night with The Joker felt like a fever dream. You woke up in your bed the next morning, not sure how you got there, but certain it had something to do with the hangover you would be nursing. After taking you to the restaurant, you ate for the first time all day, eventually drowning your nerves in expensive champagne. It didn't take long for you to become giddy and pink-cheeked, J purring in delight at your giggles of happiness.

This morning he was not with you, the other side of your bed empty, your work clothes still on. The thought surprised and disappointed you simultaneously, little memories from the night before coming back to you as you shuffled into the bathroom to freshen up.

Standing before the mirror, you drifted off, remembering as J took one of your hands in his, complimenting your fingers before suckling one into his mouth. You suddenly remembered the pull of his tongue, the heat inside combined with metal, your fear temporary as desire rolled over you like a growing breeze.

He left you breathless, popping your finger from his mouth and using his own to offer you a bite of decadent chocolate. You accepted immediately, nipping at his fingers until you sucked away any traces of it from the tips. The feel of him tracing your bottom lip as you chewed had you aching and pulsing in a way that you hadn't felt in a long time.

You wanted him, the memory of his hand at your throat in the office making you let out a peep of a moan, his ears sharp and picking it up immediately. He leaned in, bringing that crimson mouth of his dangerously close to yours, and everything else faded out as he kissed you. As you went to kiss him back, he pulled away, instead seeking out your throat.

That's when he marked you, your yelp so loud that he brought a hand up to cover your mouth. Like a vampire eager to draw blood, he kissed and nipped at the reddening skin, a perfect indentation of his teeth pressed into your flesh. The entire act made you feel lightheaded with desire, the same happening as you looked in the mirror and examined your neck.

The mark was there, giving truth to your memories, and you stroked at it until your phone ringing brought you to reality. It was a voice you didn't recognize, the man saying he was downstairs with a delivery and needed a buzz up. His request confused you, but a look out the window revealed a big van with a company logo on the side.

It was a delivery of flowers, so many that they took up your entire living room, all of them roses of the deepest red. You were shocked, not knowing this was only the beginning. Returning to work that night, you were informed that your job had been changed, your new task working the books. Even the person telling you seemed confused, letting you know you were needed up in the office.

You knew the office, the night before your first time inside, and you were a nervous wreck when you approached the door. Before you could even knock, it opened, the tall man motioning you inside. He stepped out after you, closing the door behind him, and left you standing alone.

"Mister J..." You barely got the words out when he called to you from the chair behind his desk.

"Come here."

The room was cast in shadows and all it did was make you feel more nervous as you stepped forward. The closer you got the more of him that came into focus, your eyes adjusting as you stopped before the desk. There he sat, The Joker, dressed in something expensive, his eyes not staying on your face long before they drifted down.

"Take that uniform off."

His request caught you off guard and you felt your heart pounding. You faltered, looking around nervously, and a crisp snap of his ringed fingers made your head jerk back in his direction.

"Do it now."

You started with your pants, the skin tight black denim making you work to tug them down your legs. You had forgotten to take your heels off and they tangled with the garment until you dropped them all on the floor and stood back up with a huff. It left you in a white button down, the bottom wrinkled from being tucked in your pants.

Your eyes met with The Joker's and they almost glowed in the semi-darkness, his head jerking for you to continue. Your hands were shaking slightly and it became hard for you work the buttons, not realizing that he was now standing in front of you until you glanced up to whisper an apology.

The words died on your lips, his head down and watching as he popped loose the first button, revealing a glimpse of your bra. He kept going, mouth set in concentration as he worked his way down, eventually crouching before you to undo the final button.

Your nerves were raw and crackling like an exposed wire, a shiver passing over you as he parted the fabric and revealed you to him. He was so close and you were so nervous, your hands coming up out of habit to cover. He swatted them away, making you gasp, and as you tried again, he grabbed you about the wrists and directed them to your sides.

"Don't move."

You flinched as his fingertips glided across the skin of your hips, tracing along the edge of your panties and down along the side of your thighs. All you could think about were the imperfections, how he was so close he had to be disgusted with them. Again your hands drifted up and your arms wrapped around your midsection like a security blanket, your eyes widening as The Joker stood to his full height. He seemed to tower over you, but it was mostly your nerves and your exposure that made you feel so small, your burning face turning down.

"What has upset you?" His question caught you off guard and you shrugged in a way that infuriated him and had him bumping you and corraling you until your back bumped into the cool glass window that overlooked the club. It felt nice on your scalding skin and a hand at your jaw forced you to look up.

He was a dangerous man, someone that killed for pleasure, but none of that occurred to you in that moment. His hands wrapped around your wrists, forcing them at your sides again, and he held them there as he asked his question again. This time it was in a way that warned you to comply.

"I hate my body!" You blurted the words out, feeling his hands drop from your wrists immediately. You yelped out as he went for your throat, fingers spreading until he framed your jaw and forced your head back.

"Why?" His question made you laugh, the sound cutoff as he tightened his hand.

"Because..." You motioned at your stomach and thighs as if that would be the answer he wanted. The dangerous look in his eyes made you continue with a gulp. "Because I'm fat."

A click of his tongue made you flinch and he loosened his grip, letting his hand trail down between your breasts before turning to palm at your stomach.

"You're soft." His rings felt cool on your skin as he continued to explore and touch you, goosebumps erupting as he slid his palm between your thighs. "And warm."

His fingers teased at the front of your clothed center, making you gasp and throb wildly. He smiled, sneering down into your face, letting his fingertips seek out the edge of your panties and slide under. You both made a sound at the contact, J's eyes rolling back.

"And hot." He moved you suddenly, never letting his hand leave the place between your thighs, spinning you until you faced the club. No one could see you, only the two of you could see the crowd below, and a flick at your clit brought you to attention.

"You're perfect." You pushed back into him as he stepped closer, feeling him hard and strong in comparison to your soft and meek.

You felt intoxicated by him, the way his fingers stroked at your most sensitive skin setting you on fire. You wanted him and you could tell that he wanted you too. You were the one to make the decision, your arousal making you brazen. Reaching back, you sought out the front of his slacks, fumbling awkwardly to get them loose. He did nothing, watching and waiting until you were able to complete your task, one of your hands diving into the opening you created.

You touched him for the first time and it was terrifying and exhilarating. He was like velvet covered steel and he welcomed your touch, his hips rocking with you until his patience finally waned.

With an impatient tug, your panties dropped to pool at your ankles, one of his feet kicking your legs wider apart. Everything was happening so quickly, but you weren't scared anymore, feeling his hand come over yours to pull him from his pants. Both of your palms came to the glass with a clap that vibrated the surface. Nails tried to rake as he pressed into you, but there was no purchase to be found on the smooth, cool surface, your cry of pleasure fogging up the glass.

Pressing even closer, The Joker's mouth ghosted over your ear, purring and making you shiver. You both rocked together, getting acquainted, and even the music booming below couldn't completely mask the sounds of your screams as he began to fuck you.

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[misfitgirlwrites]

Late Night Inconveniences (Leto Joker x Reader)

My first time writing Leto Joker, it was bound to happen

I hope you enjoy!

TW: Blood, abuse, language, death

"This is the last time I'm gonna ask you, bitch."

You let out a small huff and managed to glare at the man standing over you. Your head was pounding and you could feel the blood dripping from the side of your head to your ear. You don't know if it was the adrenaline keeping you stubborn or just pure anger.

"Where does he keep the money?"

You shifted, trying to relieve the straining pain from your arms being bound tightly behind you in your chair before licking your busted lip. "I already told you I don't fucking know."

You were beginning to second guess your choice when it came to involving yourself in all this. Your thoughts were cut off by another blow to the face. Then another. The small group of men that snatched you from your tiring journey home from work had been at this for nearly two hours now. Maybe longer; you weren't exactly sure.

"Don't bullshit me. I've seen you with the freak."

"Freak? You talk big shit when he isn't around." You snapped, "just because I'm with him doesn't mean I know everything about this bullshit--"

Another punch, this time in the nose. The force was enough to send you to the ground. The sound of your chair hitting the concrete echoed throughout the empty warehouse and you grunted once your head smacked against the ground.

"You aren't gonna get shit from me because I don't know shit. How many times do I have to say it?" A kick in the stomach knocked the wind out of you and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to catch your breath.

The pain was starting to get to you now; your mind was getting fuzzy but you tried to keep focus.

"We're getting nowhere let's just kill them."

Okay panicking. Now you were panicking. You started to pull at your restraints but paused when you heard a loud bang. Everything was quiet until the man in front of you fell to the ground with a bullet between the eyes. That's when more gunshots began to fill the room. You let out a small sigh of relief and closed your eyes once you felt that your wrists were freed.

"Are you alright?"

"Do I look alright?" You glanced back at Frost once you sat up, "thank you. Where is he?"

"Stay put. He's here."

You wiped the blood running from your nose and tried to stand. Your legs were shaky and you nearly fell to the ground, but someone grabbed you. You already knew who it was. Another sigh left you as your hands gripped at his purple coat before looking up at him. His blue eyes were mixed with annoyance and anger. The anger wasn't for you, but you were sure the annoyance was.

"Any reason why you decided to work late today?"

"Oh, so this is my fault then?"

"No," he rolled his eyes, "not just you. I already handled the men that were supposed to be watching you." He examined your face and let out a growl. You heard one of the men groan in the distance and The Joker didn't hesitate in pulling out his gun to shoot the man in the head.

"J. Please just take me home." You rested your head on his chest and he pulled you closer, "my head is killing me. I won't stay late at work if it makes you anxious."

"Oh, I never said that." He lifted you up and began to carry you out of the warehouse, "I'm not worried at all, sweetheart."

"Sure, J." You wrapped an arm around his neck and closed your eyes.

"I'm not worried because you're quitting your job."

Your eyes snapped open, "I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me and I'm not going to argue with you."

You grumbled to yourself before closing your eyes again. "Were you that worried?"

"You decided that you wanted this. And this," The Joker pointed to himself then you, "doesn't require you to work. If you want money, all you have to do is ask daddy." He cooed.

You felt your cheeks heating up. "You just want me to stay cooped up in the house all day."

"Maybe."

"Well, I don't want to."

"Let's finish this when you're all patched up." The Joker quickly dismissed you. His hand went to the back of your head and he pressed his lips against yours. He was more worried than you actually expected. You'd definitely tease him about it later. Your hands went up to his hair and you gripped it, tugging his head back once the kiss got heated.

"This can wait untilI'm all patched up." You mocked him.

He rolled his eyes and continued to his car as you chuckled lightly. This wasn't over.

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[jokersangellove]

Close Call

**joker gif is not mine, all rights go to their respected owners**

I was planning on posting this story a while ago, but I accidentally deleted the draft -.- The original was way better in my opinion, but it was hard to recreate it so I apologize if this is a hot mess but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it! xx

Requested: Yes

Pairings: Joker x reader

Word Count: 1709 words

Warnings: strong language, bit angsty, fluff

“J, can I please go with you?” You whined from the bed you shared with your husband, the Joker. You see, he was heading out tonight to complete a deal, yet you haven’t been on any business type trips since you and J found out you were pregnant.

“Absolutely not,” Was all he exclaimed from the bathroom while touching up his hair. You let out a huff of annoyance before climbing out of bed carefully and waddling over to the bathroom door, wide open for you to walk in. He has been fiddling with his luscious electric green hair for about 10 minutes now, trying to make it perfect. Time for Plan B. Shifting your weight off the doorway, you sauntered over to J who was wearing nothing but sweats that were hanging low on his hips and wrapped your petite arms around his naked muscular lower torso. “You look handsome as always, darling” You cooed while placing a loving kiss on his right shoulder blade then nuzzling your head against his strong sculpted back.

“Complimenting me won’t make me change my mind, Kitten.” He chuckled, producing a pout to form on your lips. Once he saw your reaction through the mirror, he turned around to finally see your disheartened face. That look broke his heart.

“I just want my beautiful girl to be safe. Both my girls.” He gingerly placed a sweet kiss on your lips then kneeled down to your swollen belly and repeated the same action. The sentiment warmed your heart, but you weren’t giving up. Once he rose up to his natural height, you ran your hand over his smooth pale face and gently leaned your forehead against his.

“I want to go to one last deal before our little girl is born, please? Besides, you are less of a hothead when I’m there.” You negotiated in between showering his face with tiny kisses. You knew it was game over when a hint of a smile made its way onto J’s face. He knew he couldn’t say no to you.

You have been present at many of J’s deals, so you know the drill. But this one was different. Usually, once you get seated in the van with J and his henchmen, he gives a brief rundown on the rules and what to expect there. This was not a usual case. Your husband was giving you a full lecture on the guidelines, in detail. You knew he was worried because of your pregnant state even though he didn't want to admit his nervousness to anyone, including himself. So, you squeezed his knee gently while he was running on and on about the precautions, which made him physically and mentally relax.

The moment you entered the warehouse, J’s demeanor took a 180. He switched to business mode. The Clown Prince of Crime has emerged. The other party was already present for the exchange which pleased J. The one who stood out the most was the man in the middle of the group. His head was bare with the exception of tattoos. And his face consisted of a single thick, silver piercing between his septum along with a few other black inks with a crimson goatee. Monster T.

“Glad you made it on time, boys.” J grinned wickedly. Only a few of the other party members didn’t seem fazed by the Clown Prince of Crime’s antics.

“Oh, we wouldn’t miss this for the world, J. You seem like a busy man who doesn’t like to wait.” Monster T spoke with a smirk etched on his face while directing his gaze towards your swollen stomach.

J growled and lost all sense of mercy the second the asshole set eyes on his precious unborn baby girl and wife. He believed he could get through this deal without any complications but he was gravely mistaken. He quickly pulled his violet purple gun with gold accents out of his shoulder holster and shot at Monster T. Fortunately for Mr. J, the man got hit in the shoulder until war broke out. Guns were out the second the shot was heard and everyone went to hide behind crates or whatever they could use to shield their body from the mass of bullets. Once J took cover, he realized that his child-bearing wife was no longer at his side.

Before full fledge panic consumed him, his right-hand man, Jonny Frost, shouted into his walkie that he had you and was taking you home away from the bloodbath. A bit of weight was lifted off J’s shoulder and he was able to be more focused on the fight at hand.

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The deal went slightly off the rails, but in the end, J was able to capture Monster T for torture sessions after what he insinuated towards his girls. The rest of the enemies were killed which didn’t bother J in the slightest. After he told his henchmen to strap Monster T down for some ‘fun’, he headed over to the living room with a grin on his face where Frost was currently situated.

“Frosty, where’s (Y/N)?” The moment Jonny looked up at J with guilt-ridden eyes, J’s smile fell off his face. All Jonny was able to do was whisper apologies with his head in his hands. Suddenly, vivid red clouded J’s vision.

“Where is she?!” J screamed loudly to the point where the veins in his neck were bulging and his neck was bright red. But Frost didn’t answer, more apologies just spilled out of his mouth till his voice cracked. Knowing that the blubbering idiot on his couch was no use, J raced around the house screaming his beloved wife’s name till he got a response back. This was all his fault. He knew he shouldn’t have allowed you to come with him. He was a fucking idiot for even saying yes in the first place. Now he was going to pay the price for his stupidity. All he could think about was your lifeless body with your dull brown hair, pale pink lips, still chest, and...baby bump.

The moment he recalled your pregnant state his legs almost gave out from underneath him until he rested his back on the wall to support his stature. The baby. His baby. Your baby. His sweet and stubborn wife was nowhere to be found with his unborn child perhaps still growing inside of her. The very thought made J break into hysterical laughter. Nothing felt real. His body went numb entirely. All he could do was lean back against the wall and laugh into oblivion whilst gripping his hair forcefully in order to feel something. Anything.

Suddenly, a pair of black combat boots were in J’s view. And before he could plant a bullet between the man’s eyes for disrupting him, he told J he knew where you were. His laughter died down and hope filled J’s body. He pushed himself off the wall and commanded his henchman to guide him to you. After a trek down the corridors, the henchman stopped in front of a large white wooden door and allowed J his privacy with what was behind the door. J knew whose door this was, which increased his nerves.

Anxious as hell, Mr. J pushed open the door only to be greeted by his wife who was sitting in the only private hospital beds in the house (the other hospital rooms have multiple beds, but this room specifically is in case someone important like Mr. J or you get injured). A nervous expression was on your face as Mr. J’s doctor was wrapping gauze around your shoulder.

“What the hell is going on? Why are you in here?!” Mr. J gritted his teeth, angry that no one had told till now where his wife was located. He immediately went to your side to inspect you up close.

“Mrs. J was shot in the shoulder once the deal went wrong. Frost brought her to me the second he got here. She is very lucky she hadn’t lost a lot of blood.” The doctor spoke calmly while finishing wrapping your shoulder.

“Shot?! Is the baby okay?” J asked with worry laced in his voice. He gripped your hand in a tight but soothing hold. You planted your hand on top of his in order to calm your anxious husband.

“The baby is fine for now, but I would like to schedule her for a few extra appointments until the baby arrives in 5 weeks just to be safe. For now, she needs to be extremely cautious. No more activities that could cause her any stress so I suggest bed rest till then.” The doctor stated before clearing off all the medical supplies beside you and exiting the room, giving your husband and you some privacy.

A heavy sigh left J’s lips before he rested his forehead against yours. “I’m okay, darling. Don’t worry about us,” You cooed while rubbing one hand soothingly over your swollen stomach and the other cupping his pale cheek.

“You have no idea worried I was about you. The thought of losing you...” A low growl from his throat interrupted him before he continued, “ugh if I had lost you I think I would’ve gone insane.”

You let out a sweet giggle at his confession before planting a soft kiss on his cheek. This man would do absolutely anything for you. Anything. Hearing your light laugh made his heart do things it would have never done prior to meeting you.

“Even more insane than you already are?” You teased, moving your hand that rested on your stomach to the nape of your husband’s neck to bring him closer than he already was.

“Way more insane, Kitten” He closed off with a deep, passionate kiss on your lips.

Yes, he was glad you were safe and sound.

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[gothamitelove]

cellmates (joker x reader hcs)

god knows why you're in arkham asylum, but you are, and that's just how it is. you don't waste your time thinking about the past- what matters is now, and how you're going to survive here.

they haven't assigned you a cellmate yet, since you're still staying in the emergency ward. it's only been a few days, and it's clear this place does not have its shit sorted out yet.

but when the scruffy-looking guard with the beard does give you your assigned cell, he looks like the cat that's just eaten the entire pet store's stash of canaries. the name on the paper he shows you reads Joker.

you try to get out of this. it's got to be some human rights violation to shove you in with him. he'll either kill you or drive you mad, he's done it to others before

nobody listens to you, though, because of course they don't.

the joker takes an immediate, very strange liking to you. maybe it's because you don't let him just do whatever he wants- this is a civilized society, dammit, and he'd better sleep in his own bed before you make him.

he thinks it's very cute, and continues to do whatever he wants anyway. eventually you give up on the bed debacle and just sleep on his when he's being difficult about it

has his weird, aggressive mood swings that you learn to predict and avoid better than anybody else. it makes you nearly invaluable to other inmates and the prison staff when it comes to “what will he let us do today”

can be very touchy, especially in front of people he doesn’t like (read: the guards)

you volunteer information about yourself to him- he never tells you anything about himself in return. it’s just not something he ever speaks about, and you don’t push him on it.

but he does listen to you when you talk, even when it looks like he isn’t. he remembers just about everything you say and will quote you in conversations with other people

sometimes you think he’s going to kill you. it’s not a happy go lucky relationship you’ve got here- but it is one of the only consistent ones he has, and he won’t let go of it easily at all. he doesn’t kill you. but on some occasions, he comes very close.

anyway good luck being locked up with him 23/7!! you’re really gonna need it. (i swear i could write an actual fanfiction about this nobody enable me)

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[multific]

The King and His Queen

Joker x Reader

Words: 3.7K

Summary: Waking up in the hospital, unsure who you were, you believed what the nurses told you, that is until one day, when you got home and found a strange man in your home.

Going shopping, the last thing on your list was flour. You planned on baking some sweets for yourself and your husband this weekend. 

Well deserved after a long week of work for both of you.

After paying and walking out, you looked around, you let out a sigh before you headed home. It was way too hot, thankfully you didn't live far from the store.

With many groceries in your hands, you finally arrived at your door. As you opened it, you felt uneasy for some reason. You weren't sure why but you went ahead. Even if everything in you screamed to turn around and run.

You closed the door behind yourself and headed to the kitchen to put your things away.

After letting out a sigh, you washed your hands, dried them and you headed to your living room.

You stopped dead in your tracks.

You had a simple sofa, one part of it was always in the corner, dark, you always thought it would be able to hide a person and this time, there is someone sitting in the darkness.

Your curtains were pulled so it was even darker. You couldn't speak.

"Wh-Who are you?" you managed to say even if your throat felt dry.

"They tried really hard to hide you, gave you a fake name and life even."

"M-My husband will be back soon... you better leave he is a military man."

"Of course. Your husband will be back soon. That fucker."

You didn't understand a thing, but Michael told you that he had a gun hidden in the cupboard in the kitchen in case of emergency if you could just run for it.

"I'm here to take you back, where you belong Pumpkin, and you are mine." he leaned forward, the light illuminating his face finally and your blood ran cold, The Joker. The King of Crime in Gotham. 

Why was he saying you were his? What was going on? You knew he was a very sick individual but to do this... this is another level.

"Please just leave, I won't call the police, just please."

"Y/N, you will come with me and you will remember." the way he talked, he was way too serious, you didn't like that, and why did he call you Y/N? That is not your name!

"L-look Mister Joker, I-I have no idea what you are talking about." you started to walk towards the kitchen. "I'm not who you are looking for."

He let out a sigh.

"The gun in the kitchen? Really? That's your plan? You are a trained assassin and you go for the obvious? Your mind really did get fucked up."

You freeze once again.

Assassin? You? What was he talking about?

"I-I-"

"His name is not Michael either. He is a fake just like your life is. His real name is Ben or some shit."

"Duncan." said a man to your right making you jump as you looked at the tall man who just emerged from your bedroom.

"That's it Frost! Whatever, he is a policeman, trying to catch me and they decided to use you, however they didn't expect me to find you before they even had a plan."

This was all too much.

"I have no idea what you are talking about!"

"Of course, you don't Princess, amnesia is a real bitch." as he moved his hand the multiple gold bracelets on his arm moved, making sounds.

"Amnesia?"

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One Week Ago

Frost got out of the car, he wanted to light a cigarette but the voice of his wife in his head stopped him, so he let out a sigh, he looked across the street before deciding to go and get some water from the store while he had some time.

He was about to pay when he noticed someone in the other line. 

Undeniably, it was you. He couldn't believe his eyes, he rushed out of the store and waited outside. 

He wanted to be sure it was definitely you, and when he was certain, as he watched you walk out and away from the store, he pulled out his phone and dialled his boss. He needed to be 200% sure or the Joker would shoot him for playing a cruel joke. 

"WHAT? This better be important Front OR ELSE-" Jonny had to get the phone away from his ear or he was sure he would be deaf to that ear.

"I just saw Y/N. I'll follow her, she didn't recognize me."

The Joker swore his heart stopped, and he was certain he didn't even have one.

The Joker got off his phone and looked at the man sitting in front of him. 

He was in the middle of another heist planning when he got the call. And he just stood up and left.

He thought you were dead. Everyone did. So how did Frost just see you?

He didn't need a heist, he needed answers! 

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Five Months Ago

Joker woke up with a groan, you were glued to his side as usual. It was the only way he could sleep.

He was pleased to find you there, much like every other morning, in his arms.

He started to kiss along your arm that was placed on his chest which he managed to lift to his lips.

"J?" his name rolled off your tongue like it was the most natural thing.

And it was. If anyone else dared to call him that, he would blow their brains out.

"Cara Mia..." he said and it made you giggle.

"Look at you, we watched The Addams Family once..." you laughed and so did he.

"Say Doll, what's the plan for today?"

"Oh, easy, Mr Joker. We are going to have mindblowing sex, then shower sex and then we annoy Frosty! Could we pretty please kidnap Jim Gordon? You know I LOVE kidnapping Jimmy!"

"Whatever my Queen wants!" he said as he moved above you, his hand running up your tight, under your very expensive silk nightgown before starting to kiss your neck.

Perfect day.

At least it was supposed to be perfect.

If only Battsy didn't get involved in your little play with Jim Gordon. He wouldn't have to flee the scene while you shot at the Batmobile from the window.

"How annoying! Just when I started to have fun!" you said as the Joker took a turn and you sat in your seat. "He always has to ruin everything."

Joker already called Frost, making sure to lose Batman so he could bring you home.

But of course, he took a wrong turn, Batman didn't take the bait and he caught up, you had to run.

You ditched his purple Lambo and ran. Just as you were running, Joker was a bit faster than you but you did catch up. As you turned to stop you knew the Batman would stop if he caught one of you, so you stayed. You heard the sirens.

Joker only realized you weren't behind him when he turned a corner.

"Princess?" he yelled but it was too late, the cops were there, Joker had to watch as one of the cars didn't have time to stop, he hit you dead on. Then there were a lot of shots fired.

You were dead. He saw you laying there, even heard a policeman yell that you had no pulse.

That was it... his Queen was gone. And she did what she had to, to save her King. Yet the pain in his chest just grew.

"Boss!" yelled Frost as he got the Joker into the car and drove off. "Where is she Boss? We can go back and pick her up."

"She's gone." Joker managed to say. His voice was barely a whisper. And Frost knew better than to ask questions, so he drove his boss home. "Leave." the Joker said once he arrived home.

The luxurious house he bought for you as a birthday present was now quiet. No voices, no laughter, no teasing or yelling. 

Quiet.

Without his Queen what does a king worth? Nothing.

Grief was a word the Joker wasn't familiar with. He was never attached to anyone before, how would he know? 

He just sat there.

He often heard that there were five stages of grief. But the man was so crazy, he went through them all in a couple of hours.

Denial

It started the next morning, Jonny visited his boss to talk to him when he found the Joker pacing around.

"She cannot be dead. She wouldn't die to those pigs! She's a smart girl."

Anger

Johhny just watched as the Joker one moment was still pacing before he turned and grabbed a vase, threw it to the floor and watched as it shattered.

"SHE DIDN'T DIE! YOU HEAR ME JONNY." 

"Yes, Boss."

Bargaining

Not even an hour passed when the Joker nearly gave Frost a heart attack as he suddenly appeared behind the man. 

"What if we go and find her Frost?"

"I'll get a car ready."

"We find her and bring her back! Perfect plan!"

Depression

This was the strangest. By the time they got to the car, Jonny realized what was happening and knew what the next stage was. He just drove, didn't say a word but he saw as his Boss' face changed.

One second he was hoping to find you, even called Harvey Dent to try and find you, then as if the light left his eyes. Sadness hit the Joker like no other.

And it was scary. Frost knew his boss wasn't normal, he knew he would deal with this sadness in a different way than the average person would.

And once again Jonny was right.

"Stop right here." he said the Joker as he got out of the car, heading to a jewellery store, in broad daylight. Frost knew or at least had a rough idea what the plan was, so he waited.

Soon, the Joker arrived with a suitcase full of diamonds.

"My Princess loved diamonds, Frosty. Let's go home."

"Yes, Boss."

And with that, the Joker arrived to the last stage.

Acceptance 

Frost watched, even helped his boss arrange your things. Your favourite jewellery, shoes, dresses, anything he got for you was right in front of the Joker as he looked at them.

Took him a couple of hours to finally speak.

"She's gone isn't she?"

Frost didn't know what to say. Usually, he knew what was the right thing not to make the Joker angry, but this even hurt him. You were a great friend of his, you were easygoing and kind. 

"Frost!"

"Boss?"

"Is she gone?" the Joker looked at Jonny, and Frost knew, there was no right answer here.

"I'm afraid, Sir, she is." and now he waited, he waited to be shot. But it never happened.

When he looked up at his Boss who was now standing, watching a mannequin which had your wedding dress on, the Joker snapped. 

A different kind of fire was in his eyes. Something Jonny knew way more than any other.

Revenge.

---

At the same time, on the other side of the city, a couple police men were desperate to catch the Joker, they had you in a hospital, hidden away before the clown could get to you.

They tried to think of a way, a way to end the Joker finally.

Then came the news.

"She woke up, doesn't remember a thing of her life."

And the perfect plan was created. 

One of the policemen pretended to be your husband in the meantime, while they came up with the perfect trap.

"Please don't leave the house, Darling and if something happens, there is a gun in the kitchen. Don't be afraid to use it." your husband said.

It was hard for you, you had many months of therapy to go through, you needed to learn to walk with a fucked up knee. 

The story they told you was that a drunk driver hit you. Your husband, Michael was at home when it all happened and now, now you weren't sure.

Watching the man with a purple jacket on, hearing this crazy story that your husband and everyone in the hospital lied to you? It was too much.

"How-How would you make me remember?" you asked, you knew you needed to win some time until your husband will be back.

"First of all, I killed every single last one of those men who hurt you that day. Including your husband."

There goes the plan to wait.

"They all lied to you, used you to get to me. But they never expected that I am the King around here."

That didn't really answer your question but you weren't surprised that he rather talked about whatever he wanted.

"So, Pumpkin, you are coming with me, back home where you belong!"

And who were you to object? You also wanted to hear what he had to say, as crazy as it sounded.

You soon arrived at this mansion. It was absolutely huge.

"You like it? Of course you do Princess, it is yours."

This place could never be yours.

You were just a simple woman. Or so you were told.

But as you entered, the luxury kept on coming. Walls filled with paintings, you loved them, they looked absolutely stunning.

"Is that-is that a Monet?"

"The Water Lily Pond. Your favourite. Was rather difficult to get though."

"It's a really good copy."

"Copy?" he laughed as he walked up to you, standing beside you looking at you. "My Queen doesn't get copies and dupes."

You looked at him, eyes big.

"I-It's real?"

"The original of course. As I said, it was a pain to get but it was worth it."

"Are all...paintings?"

"Woman! Of course they are real! I'm not going to have my Queen's house fill with FAKES! HA!" you looked around, and for some reason, you didn't have the same feeling when Michael or Duncan or whatever his name got you home.

This house, mansion rather, felt... safe. Like you knew it. 

But it couldn't be true.

Then you noticed pictures. They were all scattered on the floor along with some clothes and a mannequin wearing a wedding dress. 

This almost looked like a shrine to you.

"This is all yours." he said, picking up the photos he handed them to you. 

It was you, undeniably, you and him. 

You didn't know what to do anymore. This was all so confusing it made your head hurt and your eyes tear up as you looked at the Clown beside you.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, desparate.

"I want you back." he said with such a serious tone, that it made you shiver. "I lost you five months ago when you sacrificed yourself so I could get away. I think you wanted them to catch you so I could get you out of Arkham but it is not what happened. They hit you with a car, shot you three times, yet you didn't die, Pumpkin, Just like you promised. You lived for me." 

"My head hurts." you said.

"Then let's go and you get some sleep in our bed." he guided you to the bedroom.

And you thought the rest of the house was incredible? The bedroom was above it all. Ceiling high as ever, a huge crystal chandelier right in the middle. And a bed, a huge bed, of course it had a bathroom which you got a glimpse of and a balcony overlooking Gotham.

The Joker noticed you looking out the window.

"Our Kingdom, Princess. Now, get some rest, I'll be in my office if you need me."

Like you knew where it was.

You lay down in the bed, smelling the pillows, they smelt similar, like a smell that you couldn't quite place. It smelled like home. 

Then as it got darker, you didn't sleep, but your head didn't hurt anymore either. You felt at ease for some reason.

Could it be that the Joker wasn't lying? Could it be that this really was your true life? 

You did only believe what the doctor, nurses and Mi-Duncan said because they were there. So if it was true, what the Joker said, you were shot so, that explained the weird wounds on your legs and arm. The doctor said it was due to the impact but bullets made more sense for some reason. 

You looked up at the ceiling and of course, there was a mirror on the ceiling, you looked at yourself, laying there. Maybe it was true, it would explain why you had the urge to strangle the woman who cut you off in line, it would explain why you wanted to bash the head of the entitled nurse who treated you like shit in the hospital. You had anger issues which you pushed down for the past five months. 

You had a strong feeling to take whatever you wanted for free. You wanted to snatch that necklace off of that woman at your work and now it made sense.

The Joker had to be right. You weren't who they made you believe you were. Even if you didn't remember. 

You went to the walk-in closet and noticed many many many clothes, bags and shoes, some were missing, you remembered the little circle of things in the living room, they must have been your favourites, but the clothes in there were also rather nice. High-quality things for sure.

Then you recalled the wedding dress. You needed to see that again.

Slowly you walked back to the living room, you found it funny how easily you navigated through the huge mansion.

And there it was, although the clothes and things were missing from around it, the wedding dress was still there. 

The dress screamed grand. Elegance, wealth. It was sparkly, littered with stones that you assumed were diamonds since as you know now, the Joker doesn't do fake.

You wanted to put it on, but you didn't, you just stood there, unaware of anything else.

"If I may-" said a voice behind you which made you jump. You saw the same men who drove you here. "Apologies. If I may, I know you don't remember me, my name is Jonny Frost. We used to be-We are friends. Do you want to put the dress on? Maybe it will help you remember."

"Am I really The Joker's wife?"

"Yes, Ma'am. And you do love him. As strange as it might sound, you two are... made for each other. He used to be toxic, don't get me wrong he still is, but with you Y/N, he is a lot worse."

"Worse?"

"Yes, because he has you to lose. He wasn't always like this, he used to beat up everyone, men and women, he didn't care, but you, he would never touch you. He was looking for you, he mourned you, in his own way."

You looked from him towards the dress.

"Even if I put it on, I wouldn't remember. It is beautiful."

"Do you want to see pictures? Wedding pictures I hid from him before he made this... shrine."

You gave him a nod and he guided you to the library. There, he gave you the photo book. 

"I'll leave you to it, I'll also bring some dinner." before you could say anything he was out the door.

Photos.

Photos of a wedding you don't remember. Photos of a life you cannot recall.

Yet, it was you. Undeniably you are in those photos, kissing, giggling, and laughing along with the Joker.

In one of the pictures, you noticed you had a J tattooed on your ring finger. 

But now it was not there. Not a trace. Yet, when you touched the skin it felt empty like it was missing that letter. 

Now it made sense a little. Why you couldn't even stand the thought of Michael as your husband, why you rather throw yourself out the window than let him touch you. Why you wanted to just strangle him while he slept and why he spent so much time at work.

He wasn't your husband.

You weren't his. You are the Joker's, and although you didn't remember it would never stop you.

You ate the dinner Jonny got you then you made your way to the Joker's office. With a specific photo in hand.

You watched as he sat at his desk, looking at some papers when he noticed you. Out of instinct, he moved his chair back, waiting for you to sit, and you did, just not where he thought you would.

You sat in the chair across from him. 

You placed the photo on the desk showing him the tattoo on his chest, your name.

"Do you have it?" you asked and he moved his shirt and there it was.

Y/N in black ink right above his collarbone. Then you pointed at the photo.

"I don't have mine. None of them."

"They removed those, I'm aware. They wanted their story to fit, would be hard to explain why you have a J on your ring finger when your husband is called Michael."

"Right...Can I get them back?" you looked up at him, finding his eyes. Striking blue, breathtaking. No wonder you fell in love with those.

"You want them back?"

"I-I believe you, I believe they made up the story, it had many many holes in it, I had a feeling something's not right, but your-your story, with the dress, pictures and this place, it-it feels like home. I want not only the tattoos back, I want my life back, even if I don't remember anything. I know we can make more memories." he smiled. A genuine smile which would send a shiver down a person's back, but you saw his eyes. He was happy.

Was it even possible for the Joker to be happy? Jonny's words started to make sense now.

"Princess, welcome back to your home." he said as he started to laugh.

A laugh so wicked it sent chills down everyone's entire body who heard it, even those who didn't. It was a warning, something they didn't know just yet, but the Joker and his Queen were back.

The End

This will be continued with small blurbs if anyone is interested.

A/N: This was written with Jared Leto’s Joker in mind, but it could work for all Joker’s as an AU I believe. Hope you enjoyed it!

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32. Joker - Tell Me Again

* Warning: I incorporated characters from both Suicide Squad and Gotham, some violance, attempted sexual assault, some blood, kissing, legal age gap, bullying, whatever else is considered a warning because I’m bad at warnings *

* Paisley’s p.o.v *

Wet sneakers squeaked harshly against the tiled school halls as students made their way through the building. It was the end of the school day, and rambunctious teenagers were shuffling their way out of the building to enjoy the start of their weekend plans. I was shoving books into my backpack while listening to Freddy go on and on about his family’s plan to travel to Long Island and visit their ailing grandmother. Freddy had mentioned to me, through tears, that he wasn’t sure when she’d pass so they wanted to spend as much time with her as physically possible. Even though I knew I should have been listening more closely, I wasn’t really interested in hearing Freddy tell me about his weekend plans for the third time today. Instead, I just kept placing my belongings into my bag while mindlessly tuning him out, only humming once in a while to make him think I was more interested than I actually was.

  “You aren’t really listening, huh?”

 “Mm-hm.”

   The sound of my locker door closing snapping me out of my daze as my eyes widened at the realization that he had asked a question. He was watching me with a slightly arched brow.

 “Sorry,” I apologized, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

 “No apology needed,” he laughed, “I’ve been going on and on about my weekend plan, I never really asked you what yours was.”

 “Nothing really. Probably just sit at home, watch some boring drama, and read.”

Of course I had plans but they were with the Joker so I couldn’t just give that out. I’ve done pretty well so far in hiding my relationship with the criminal clown and I planned on keeping it that way.

  “You could always come with me to my grandmother’s, if you want,” Freddy offered.

 “That’s okay,” I assured him, smiling kindly, “sometimes it’s nice to spend the weekend alone. I’m able to relax and ease the stress from the week.”

  “I can understand that. You know it’s only been a month since you’ve been allowed to come back to school. I never asked how you were feeling.”

He didn’t ask, so I never bothered telling him. Honestly it was stressful; there were a lot of things I had to catch up on even though it didn’t feel like I’d been gone for long, and despite the class load I was catching up on, there was also the problem with Daniel and his friends eyeing me down every chance they got. One time I even thought they had followed me so I made a detour from my house to the police station.

  “Maybe it’s just me,” I muttered, “but since I’ve been back I feel like Daniel and his friends have been watching my every move.”

  As if right on que, just as Freddy and I walked out of the school building, we saw Daniel standing by his friends staring at me. His arms were folded across his chest, and while most of his wounds had healed, there were still some deep, purple bruises on his face. The bad bruises would take longer than a month to completely go away.

I could hear Freddy visibly gulp as well as gripping the straps of his own book bag.

  “He might still be mad at you,” Freddy said, causing me to look at him, “you know, because you embarrassed him when you beat him up.”

 “He started it.” I couldn’t even stop the childish words coming out of my mouth even if I wanted to even if it was technically true.

  Freddy and I started walking towards the street so we could head to my house and do some homework. He didn’t have homework, no one normally did during the weekend, he was just kind enough to help me with the work I missed. It wasn’t that I needed the help, honestly I could finish the work all alone, I just didn’t want to. On the way back to my house, we stopped at Starbucks to get a little pick me up since it’s been such a long, drawn out day. Freddy got his normal order which was an iced coffee with almond milk and caramel drizzle while I got my typical, boring order: a vanilla, iced latte with caramel drizzle. I guess we both loved caramel. With our coffee in hand, Freddy and I made our way down the block to my place. I was fortunate to have a Starbucks so close to where I lived; it made it easier to get a cup before my therapy sessions or when I wanted to study, a nice place to relax outside of my bedroom.

   I pulled my keys out of my bag and unlocked my door, letting Freddy go before me so I could relock the door once inside.

For the next few hours, Freddy and I tackled the piling pieces of school work that was crowding my bedroom desk. Fortunately for me, we were able to get most of it down because Freddy remembered going through them in class and was able to tell me about it. By the time he had to leave, I had ten more assignments to do out of the thirty. So overall, it was productive and time well used. When Freddy was gone, I stayed in my room waiting for my dad to come home. He always came home before going back to work and spending the next two days there.

  I picked up my phone and went to my messages with the Joker, silently thanking that my dad wasn’t the type of parent to snoop through my phone when I was asleep. As I smiled down at the previous message he’d sent me, just a simple goodnight, I sent him a new one. It had been a while since the last time we spoke; a week if I remembered correctly.

Paisley: Where should I meet you tonight?

   It was short and to the point which was the result of many of our messages. And unless he was busy working, he always messaged back incredibly fast. A little ding came from my phone, the flashing light telling me that I had a message.

Mister J: The park.

  Short and to the point.

 He didn’t even have to tell me which park, I already knew he meant Gotham Park. It was normally dead in the evening time, no one bothered to go there because the woods made it incredibly eerie for the average person.

Just as I finished reading his message, the front door was opened and closed. I could hear the sound of my dad’s heavy shoes assaulting the carpeted ground as he made his way into the house. He’d be here for almost an hour so he could make himself a lunch box that would last for the next two days, gather some clothes in case he started smelling too ripe for his and his colleagues liking, and whatever else he’d need. I left my phone on my bed and made my way down the stairs, just wanting to see him before I couldn’t.

  He stood behind the kitchen counter already preparing himself a sandwich. His eyes looked up at me when he noticed I was standing at the entrance.

 “How was school?” He asked.

  There was no warmth in his words, and I knew he wasn’t asking because he cared, he simply wanted to make sure I wasn’t stirring up trouble again.

 “It was okay,” I answered, “I’m catching up on everything I missed.”

 “Good.”

He turned around and opened the fridge, pulling out the Dijon mustard then going back to his sandwich. I sat down at the kitchen table and folded my hands in front of me. I liked our relationship more when neither of us spoke to each other. It was almost as if we were normal, that we didn’t harbor any dark secrets from our friends. It was almost as if he loved me again.

  “I’ve been thinking,” he muttered, catching me off guard, “maybe we should leave Gotham.”

  My eyes widened in shock. I pushed a bit of my blonde hair out of the way.

  “Wh-where would we go?” I questioned.

 “Back to Texas.”

  “What about mom?”

   I could see his bicep flex as he clenched his jaw which was a normal sign that he was getting annoyed with all of my questions.

 “Don’t worry about your mother.”

 “Don’t worry about mom? You’re talking about leaving Gotham! Does that mean you’re leaving her too!?”

 “Paisley!”

 “No! You always do this! You never want to tell me anything and that isn’t fair. It’s normal for me to have questions! That’s a normal family!”

  He slammed his butterknife down and glared at me, “we aren’t a fucking normal family!”

He came around the counter inching closer and closer to me. I took several steps back until I was standing in front of the kitchen entrance again. My tiny fist balled into a fist as I felt waves of anger and fear. It was never my intention to piss him off, I just did that naturally by still existing. I watched as his nostrils flared, his dark, cold blue eyes staring down at me before a quiet sigh left his mouth.

  “Go to your room, Paisley,” he said, “I don’t want to see you.”

  “You never do,” I muttered, turning on my heel and running up to my bedroom.

  I laid on my bed, my arms spread out as I stared up at my rotating ceiling fan, listening to the noises coming from downstairs as I waited for him to leave. In the meantime, I thought about what he said about leaving Gotham. There were so many things running through my head: Would mom be coming with us? Would he be divorcing her if she can’t come home with us? What about my siblings? What about the Joker? He surely wasn’t going to be okay with that at all. He’d made it pretty clear that I wasn’t allowed to leave, that I practically belonged to him now. But I couldn’t not tell him, he’d find out eventually if my dad was serious about the move. There was also the question as to whether or not everything would go back to normal. Would I be beaten almost everyday like I was here? Would everything be normal again? I just didn’t know and he wasn’t going to tell me.

 About an hour later, I finally heard my dad leaving the house. He wasn’t going to tell me bye, and I was use to that, so I waited until I heard him pulling out of the driveway. When he was gone, I peered over at my alarm clock and saw that it was almost nine o’clock. Who would have thought time would go by so quickly?

I shot the Joker another message saying that I was heading to the park, not even bothering to check his message when I heard the ding echo throughout my bedroom. Instead, I brushed out any knots in my hair and touched up on the small amount of makeup I’d chosen to wear today. Opening my drawers, I took out some clothing for the weekend and placed them into my bag. I just used my school bag, it didn’t make people wonder why I was out so late; they either thought I was heading to the library or coming home from the library. People in Gotham were nosy. After I sprayed myself down with some of the Joker’s favorite perfume, a perfume that he kept in stock in case I ran out which was nuts considering it was pricey, I gathered the rest of my staying the night items and headed out the front door, locking it behind me. I peered down at my phone, reading the message the Joker sent me, before being on my way. For the first time in a long time, I was happy and there was a genuine smile on my face.

   Halfway to the park was when the real problem started.

 “Well, well.”

  My body froze and I refused to take another step forward. I immediately recognized the voice, and I nearly cursed myself outloud for not paying better attention to my surroundings. Turning slowly, I came face to face with Daniel and only one of his four friends. That was a relief in itself.

 “Paisley Mayflower,” he chuckled, “what are you doing out so late?”

 “Fresh air,” I lied, “not that that’s any of your business.”

The longer it took for me to see the Joker, the more aggravated I grew. Which I’d learned wasn’t a good thing, even my therapist noticed it when she tried to hint at something I didn’t want to talk about. Boys, my family, my dad.

 “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day,” he hissed.

 “What do you want?”

 “Payback really. Getting your ass kicked by some psycho freak who’s barely even 5’5” does some harm to your reputation.”

 “Especially when that person’s a girl,” his friend added, not really helping much.

Daniel glared at his friend, who merely shrugged his shoulders. I rolled my eyes. There wasn’t enough time in the day for me to deal with this. And even if there was, I didn’t want to. However, taking my eyes off the violent person in front of me was never a good idea so I had to mentally cuss myself out again when I felt a hand wrap around my neck. He was squeezing pretty tight too, and I could feel the air being pulled from my lungs. They felt like they were on fire too, a burning sensation covering my entire body as my vision started to blur. Mustering as much energy as I could, I slammed my knee into his crotch making him drop me. A sharp pain shot through my wrist as I landed on my ass, catching myself with my hands. My bag slipped off my shoulder momentarily but I just shoved it back into position. Daniel was cradling his crotch as his friend tried to make sure he was okay. It was a tough blow. While they were distracted, I climbed to my feet and took a few steps back.

  “Stop fucking worrying about me,” Daniel hollared, “and grab that bitch!”

 “Right.”

  When his friend looked up at me, I took off running. I could hear the sound of their shoes slapping against the pavement as they chased after me. I was surprised that Daniel was even able to run after that.

  I could feel a bruise forming on my throat, a burning itch in my skin even when I swallowed, trying to moisten my dried esophagus. People watched as I was being chased by two much larger men, no one stepping in to do anything. I just needed to reach that damn park.

As if my prayers had been answered, I made it to Gotham park. I didn’t think they’d follow me in, no one ever came here in the middle of the night. I barely stopped running when I was tackled to the ground, pain bolting through my body as someone heavy sat on top of me. Daniel turned me to face him, throwing my backpack to the side while pinning me down with only one of his arms. His friend, seeming frightened once he realized where they were, stood behind him panting.

  “Get off of me!” I screamed, thrashing myself around.

 “You’re gonna fucking regret that, bitch!” He sneered, “Guess you need to learn a lesson.”

  He started lifting my shirt up and as I tried to scream and pull away, one of his hands clamped over my mouth. My screams were muffled, tears started to spill from my eyes. It was too dark for anyone to notice, and no one would because they avoided the area completely. All I could do was wait. This would either happen before the Joker got here, or he’d walk in on it. Until then, I tried to fight him off as his hands wandered over my exposed chest before trailing down to my jeans. I squeezed my eyes shut, everything going numb until the sound of a gunshot rang throughout the park. Daniel’s movement stopped as birds took off from the trees. Daniel turned around and I peered over to see his friend on the ground with a bullet through his head.

  “Holy f-fuck,” Daniel whimpered.

  Standing beside the deceased was the Joker; his gun pointed at where the other boy had stood, his arm still hanging in the air as his dangerous eyes stared deeply into my own. I could feel the inside of my chest throbbing painfully.

 “Joker,” I choked out, my voice strained from the lack of air and screaming.

It was loud enough for Daniel to hear but not loud enough for the whole world. Daniel turned his attention to the tattooed criminal standing an inch or two away from one of his closest friends' unmoving body. His scared eyes widening at the sudden realization of who murdered his buddy. The Joker’s eyes wandered over to him watching as Daniel tried to put some space between himself and the clown. I pulled my shirt down, wincing at the sudden movement as I felt the aftermath of being tackled and manhandled. Pulling myself into a standing position, fighting every urge to burst into tears with each aching movement, I looked at Mister J. My face felt sticky and wet with fresh tears. The Joker let his hand drop as he made his way closer to me, Daniel watching every step with fear. Getting up to run would be a bad idea, it would just make the Joker kill him instantly. Though I guess it didn’t really matter because he was going to die either way.

   Mister J lifted my chin up with his rough hands, they were cold to the touch. His eyes looked over my entire body taking in all the damage. They lingered a little bit at my neck before he used his thumb to wipe something off my face; I thought it might have been tears he was wiping away but when he pulled his thumb away, I saw fresh blood. He pulled his hand away, and despite his hand being cold, I missed the subtle touch, wanting desperately to pull his hand back to my face. The Joker turned his attention to the still frozen high school boy.

  “Mmmm,” he hummed, approaching Daniel like a predator, “What do we have here?”

  Daniel couldn’t even talk, his mouth was only hanging open but no sound came out. I didn’t blame him, up close the Joker was incredibly intimidating. Mister J squatted down beside him, close enough that he could reach out and grab him. His decorated gun grazed the tip of Daniel’s shoe. I wiped my face feeling the blood under my nose.

 “Cat got your tongue?” The Joker muttered, tapping the gun against the tip of Daniel’s shoe.

 “We…we were just messing around,” Daniel said, his voice quivering, “isn’t that right, Paisley?”

  Daniel’s eyes shifted over to me, pleading for me to save his life. The Joker craned his head back waiting for me to answer Daniel’s question.

 “Well doll?” He questioned, “Should I let the poor boy go because you were only playing?”

  I couldn’t help myself and inadvertently rolled my eyes.

 “What a stupid question?” I snapped, gesturing to myself before crossing my arms, “Do I look like I was playing around?”

 “P-Paisley,” Daniel stated, “come on. We were just fooling around with you.”

  But I ignored him, instead, I went over to my discarded backpack and picked it up then swung it over my shoulder. Joker reached over and ran the gun against Daniel’s chin, his painted red lips stretching into a wider, mischievous smile. His silver teeth sparkling in the bright moonlight.

  “Hmm. I think I’ll take ya home with me. Have a little fun with ya. After all, I can’t have you running around terrorizing my sweet, little girl.”

 Daniel was quick to his feet and started taking off towards the street, his eyes darting back ever so often to see if the Joker was following him. And Mister J wasn’t. He didn’t run after his prey, that just wasn’t him. So I was surprised when Daniel ran right into Frost and some more of the Joker’s henchmen. I couldn’t help but wonder where they came from. Were they waiting over there this whole time? Frost lifts a black pillow case up and wraps it around Daniel’s head before allowing one of the other henchmen to knock him out, using the butt of their gun. Daniel’s body crumbled to the ground and all Frost did was point, telling them to deal with him. No one argued, they just did what he said. While they did that, Frost nodded his head towards Mister J and walked away with the others. That left Mister J and I alone.

  “Let’s go, doll,” he stated, not even looking at me as he headed over to his parked, purple Lamborghini.

I didn’t argue, I just ran after him ignoring the waves of pain bolting through my body.

* Joker’s p.o.v *

The entire car ride back to my place, I watched Paisley out the corner of my eye as she tenderly touched the forming bruise wrapped around her neck. The darker it got, the more it looked like a handprint. Just the sight of it made my fingers tighten around the steering wheel. She hadn’t told me that prick had been bothering her, and now look, she was all marked the fuck up. And that wasn’t even the concerning part of it all; if I hadn’t showed up when I did and came to her rescue, that piece of shit would have done more than just fondle her. I didn’t keep the bastard alive because I wanted to save Paisley from seeing me kill him, no, he was only alive because I planned to do all sorts of heinous things to him. Before he died, he was going to beg me to kill him.

    When we arrived, I told Paisley to wait for me upstairs in the bedroom as I went with Frost and the others to my special room that I normally kept prisoners in. Just as he began to wake up, Frost had finished tying him to the chair and removing the black hood off his head. He blinked a few times as he searched his surroundings, his eyes finally landing on me and Frost.

 “What’s his name again?” I grumbled, approaching him.

 “Daniel Anderson,” Frost answered, “he’s that boy from the video that was on the news a month ago.”

 That much I knew.

  I gripped his dark brown locks between my scarred fingers and yanked his head back so that he was looking into my eyes. There were fresh tears forming over his waterline as he tried to force himself not to burst into tears. It was very manly of him.

  “Almost in tears,” I grinned, “I have to applaud you for trying so hard to be brave despite the position you’re in. Though manliness won’t be getting you out of it.”

 “P-please,” he pleaded.

 “P-please,” I mocked, laughing menacingly, “pathetic.”

I threw him back causing him to topple over in the chair he was strapped to. A quiet thud filled my ears as I heard the sweet sound of my new toy whimpering, silently praying that he’d be saved. Unfortunately for him, no one, not even Batman, would be coming to his rescue.

    In my bedroom, I saw Paisley staring at the large window that overlooked a lot of the city. My house was far from Gotham but not far enough that you couldn’t see it from my high up window. It was a pretty view but definitely not as pretty as the one I was staring at right now. At the sound of my footsteps, Paisley turned to me with a grin on her face. I didn’t move, instead, I extended my arms out welcomingly and she ran into them. Her arms wrapped around my neck while her legs tightened around my torso.

  “Even all bruised up you look pretty,” I chuckled, “shame I had to get you this way though. Poor girl.”

  Her fingers ran through my styled, green hair causing it to come undone. Her pretty, ocean blue eyes never tore away from my own eyes, her smile never leaving her face as she took in everything at once.

  “I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to mine.

 “I’ve missed you too, doll,” I muttered, leaning forward, letting my lips graze hers, “How long do we have together again?”

  “Two days.”

 “Not long enough.”

  And just like that, I saw the light in her eyes disappear as she dropped to the floor. Her hands stayed securely on my chest as she looked away from me. I lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at me. We didn’t say anything just yet, I just walked causing her to move backwards towards the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the thick, king size mattress then pulled her to sit on my thick thigh. She was so much smaller than me, barely even covering up my leg when she was sitting.

  “Something the matter?” I questioned.

 “My dad,” she answered, learning a while ago that I didn’t like liars, “he wants to leave Gotham and go back to Texas.”

  My grip on her thigh tightened causing her to flinch a bit in pain but she never pushed my hand away. I grinned, remaining as calm as possible.

 “He can leave all he wants,” I stated, “but you aren’t going anywhere. You made a promise.”

 “I don’t want to go anywhere,” she replied, “I was hoping you’d have a plan to keep me here.”

 “Of course I do.”

  Of course I did. If that bastard was planning on leaving Gotham with her while she lived under his roof, then I was just going to have to snatch her up right underneath his nose. Slowly but surely I’d just have to move her in, have her disappear so that no one could find her. Anything to keep her here with me.

  “But we’ll talk about that later. Right now, just relax.”

 Paisley nodded her head, her blonde hair bouncing at the sudden movement. A smile returned to her face as she tackled me to the bed with a soft laugh leaving her lips. I chuckled softly, letting her have her moment on top of me. The smile on her face never left as she played with my hair once again. After ten minutes, I flipped us over and pinned her onto the bed; one hand tangled into her hair so she couldn’t look away while the other caressed her chin as my elbow kept me from putting all my weight on her.

 “Mister J,” she said, her voice soft.

 “Hmm.”

 “I love you.”

Her words made my heart throb, it was a different feeling compared to before Harley died.

  I leaned forward, letting my nose touch hers, our lips incredibly close.

 “Tell me again.”

“I love you.”

There was no hesitation when she said it, it was like she already knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid to claim it. I let my lips touch hers fully. She moved them in sync with mine, her eyes fluttering close as we kissed. I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip, earning a sweet moan from her. Her fingers tugged at my hair as the kiss deepened. I pulled away, causing her to whine a little.

  “Again, doll.”

 “I love you, Mister J.”

  I sighed contently before dipping my head back down, allowing my lips to engulf hers all over again. I pulled her close to me, her chest pressing against my own and I couldn’t help but notice her size all over again. God, she was so little against me. When I pulled away again, I noticed that a bit of the red from my lips rubbed off on hers. I just ignored it, nudging my head into the crook of her neck and pressing wet kisses against it. Her fingers dug into my bicep.

   There was a knock at my door and I growled against her skin, opening my eyes and seeing the red on her purple neck.

  “What?” I growled loudly, keeping Paisley pressed against me.

 “Boss,” Frost’s voice called on the other side of the door, “you shouldn’t keep your prisoner all night. Someone will be expecting him home, so we have to get rid of the body quickly.”

  “It’s always something,” I muttered, hauling myself off of her, “I’ll be right back. Stay put.”

Paisley nodded her head, not moving from her position as I walked towards the door. I straightened myself out before opening the door. Frost wasn’t standing in front of my door when I opened it so I assumed he went back down to the prisoner. That was fine with me.

  “One more time,” I said to Paisley.

  She sat up, placing her hands prettily in her lap as she crossed her legs.

 “I love you.”

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[obscure-imagines]

six of his best guys had accompanied you on your shopping trip while J held a private meeting for some of the biggest Gangsters and Drug Lords in the country. and every second of it he was on edge because he couldent see you. 

when the meeting was over his guards drove you back to the house. J was waiting for you, arms open, “come on, baby. i missed you.”

[awildkathasappeared]

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AN: Hey I’m not dead. And I got some very nice messages from @sprinkleofpoop asking for a part three to this, so here it is. You should follow their example and request stuff too. 

“Adam get away from him!” I yell, barging in the doorway and trying to shield him from J.

“But momma look at his funny hair.. and he’s pale like me too!” Adam giggled and hugged his teddy a little tighter to his chest.

“What are you doing here J? I thought I made myself clear when I said ‘this’ is not okay.” I gestured around the room. “Get the hell out of my house!”

The joker chuckled and rubbed his chin with a wicked grin on his face, taking a step closer, he said, “Now doll, you wouldn’t keep a father away from his son would you?”

The Joker grabbed my arm so tightly I knew it would leave a bruise, but I was so angry at him for everything he’s done I didn’t notice. He broke into my house, shot my fiance, won’t sign a divorce paper, and deliberately disobeyed my request to not go near Adam, not to mention all the murder.

“You have never and will never be a father! As far as I’m concerned you’re just a poorly chosen sperm donor!” I yell in his face and In return a hard and fast slap it delivered to the left side of my face.

“Momma!” Adam yells and I immediately grab my face, only to see blood on my cheek.  I swing around as fast as I can and  deliver and punch to his cheek.

“Get away from my fiancee you son of a bitch!” I hear a yell as Harvey comes in the door, one hand pointing a gun at The Joker while the other clutched his injured side.

“Oh Harvey……. Harvey, Harvey, Harvey Dent!” Joker laughs. I fresh purple mark adorns his face. A definite contrast to his white skin. “Put that thing down, you’re just gonna hurt yourself more.  And what makes you think she’ll ever be yours, News Flash Hot Shot! She’s MINE!”

“I Am most definitely not yours! And let me go!” I grab his hand and pull it off my arm, taking a step back and keeping Adam behind me. I reach behind me and push Adam towards Harvey. Adam immediately runs to him and hides behind his long legs.

“Now Doll, I just got you back, don’t think you’re getting away that easy.” He grins and take a step closer to me. Little does he know a smirk is growing on my face too.

“Harvey, watch Adam, I’ll be back soon,” I saw and wink at him. Harvey can barely get out a “Wait, No!” before I grab Jokers throat and we’re both gone.

Half a second later Joker and I appear in his penthouse on the other side of Gotham. I release his neck and take a step back as he choked in some air and coughed. “How the hell did you do that! I thought you could only move yourself!”

“Well a lot of things have changed since we last had an actual conversation.” I rebut and walk across his large living room. The room was a mess. There was paper all over the floor and couches and ripped blueprints on the coffee table. I pick up the blueprint and unroll it. I can hear the Jokers heavy footsteps walking up behind me but before he can grab them from my hands I can see it’s of the apartment building Harvey and I live in, but more specifically the penthouse we live in. Joker grabs them and takes hold of my wrist as we finally make semi-calm eye contact.

J looks older. More tired with more tattoos, but his bright eyes are still the same vibrant blue I remember. He always had this special way he looked at me, so deeply in the eyes that I almost felt vulnerable and insecure. I break the contact when I see his eyes break away from mine and look down to my lips.

“I need to go.” I whisper and step back so I feel like I can finally breath after being so close to him.

“Wait, Y/N.” he broke, “Let me see him, Adam, for real this time.”

“I don’t think that's a good idea J. He’s already going to have so many questions after tonight.”  

“Exactly, he’ll have questions about me and who I am.  He needs to know where he gets some of his crazy from.  I really don’t feel like breaking into that penthouse again. It was like breaking out of Arkham with a toothpick.” He chuckled.

“Fine, but under my conditions. And in return you’ll sign the papers.” I shake my head and rub my temples.

“Deal.” he replies. Little did I know he was crossing his fingers behind his back.

AN: (if you care) i write a plethora of things for a plethora of different people, so if you have someone else you want me to write for, just ask to see if I know them. 

[ppawmkinz]

Just enjoy.

[storiesforallfandoms]

his domination ~ the joker;dceu

word count: 1660

request?: yes!

“Can you write a Joker/Reader fic where the reader is the only person allowed to dominate the Joker? Very smutty please.”

description: in which gotham’s most feared villain prefers to be dominated by his beautiful girlfriend

pairing: joker x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of violence

masterlist (one, two)

it wasn’t specified which joker was wanted for the imagine so i wrote the one i knew best...but like...the good version of it

There was something about watching Joker being so dominant with others that turned you on, especially knowing that the roles would be reversed when you two finally got some privacy.

There was some sad sack down on his knees, begging Joker for forgiveness. For what reason, you couldn’t remember. There were too many people who were afraid of him to keep track of all the reasons why. Whatever the case, Joker was merely laughing in this face of this man, who was now weeping at Joker’s feet.

“Oh, how I love to hear them beg,” Joker said to you over his shoulder.

You smirked at him in response as he raised his gun and shot the man right between the eyes. He watched as the man’s body fell before turning back to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He began kissing you deeply, ignoring the two of his men that were standing nearby, waiting for an order. If there was one thing that turned Joker on, it was exercising the power he had over the people of Gotham.

When he finally pulled away from you, he regarded his men with a simple wave of his hand towards the lifeless body in front of them. His men began to approach the body while Joker took you in his arms and began to lead you towards his car. He didn’t even wait to take you somewhere more private as he opened the backdoor to his car and shoved you back onto the seat. His men were quick to dispose of the body so they could leave the scene, knowing to give Joker as space when he wanted alone time with you.

The cramped space of the backseat gave Joker more opportunity to be close to you, to touch your body all over and to attack your neck in kisses and bites. Your eyes were rolling back in your head with pleasure as you arched your back against his body.

You peaked out through the front windshield to see that Joker’s henchmen had cleared away the body and drove off in record time, leaving the two of you alone. In one swift movement, you wrapped your legs around Joker and flipped the two of you over so you were on top. You started to mimic his earlier actions by kissing down his neck, your hands roughly pulling at his clothes so you could continue to kiss down his naked body.

Joker’s big secret that stayed strictly between the two of you was that he only allowed one person to be dominant over him, and that person was you. It had shocked you at first when Joker let you be the dominant one in the bedroom. You thought it was just a one time thing, or maybe he was feeling generous. But then he was asking for it the next time you had sex, then he started using dominant pet names for you and would beg you to let him be inside of you.

It made you feel powerful to be the one that left Gotham’s most feared villain a begging mess beneath you.

You pulled his shirt off and began unbuttoning his pants, palming his growing erection in your hand as you kissed him through his boxers. His hand weaved its way through your hair as you began to kiss him through his boxers, just lightly enough that he could feel it and tease him even more.

“Up,” you told him as your hands found their way to the waistline of his boxers. He moved his hips so you could slip his underwear down and discarded them to the front seat somewhere.

Joker whimpered as you began to kitten lick the tip of his hard dick. It was taking everything in his power not to push your head down, as he knew you would stop if he tried, but he wanted you so bad. He was so painfully erect he felt like he could burst at any moment, even from your limited touch.

You could feel his restraint as his hand tightened in your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you looked up at him from your position. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want to feel your mouth around me,” he breathed, his hips inadvertently bucking as you licked him again.

“Ask me nicely then, baby.”

“Please can you put my dick in your mouth?”

You rested his tip against your lips, kissing it to tease him even more. “You’re missing something there.”

“Pretty please, my queen?”

You smiled and took him deep into your throat. He let out a moan as his head lulled back. You began to bob your head at a steady pace, placing your tongue under his length as you did so so that he could feel it on every inch that it could reach. Every now and then you’d stop to swirl your tongue around the head, which earned you more moans and whimpers.

Although the pleasure was starting to build up inside of him, Joker knew better than to finish in your mouth. He knew how much you loved to feel him inside of you, to feel him coating your walls with his seed as he twitched and convulsed inside of you. But your mouth felt so good around him that it was getting hard to hold back.

“Fuck my queen, please slow down,” he begged. “I’m going to cum at this rate.”

You pulled his dick from your mouth, a line of spit trailing from the tip to your mouth as you did so. He wiped it with his thumb before you began to crawl up his body, leaving wet kisses and red marks that would become hickies within a few hours up his body. You kissed him passionately, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

“Do you want me to ride you, baby?” you asked against his lips. “You wanna feel me wrapped around that hard dick as I ride you?”

He nodded, trying to find the words to ask but feeling them caught in his throat. You smirked as you took hold of his face, squeezing it just a little.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, my queen. I want you to ride me.”

“Ask me nicely then.”

“Fuck, can you pretty pretty please ride me, my queen?. Use me to get whatever pleasure you want, I promise I’ll wait till you’re finished if I have to.”

You smirked at his question. His dick was still glistening with your spit, leaving it perfectly lubed for you as you lined his tip up with your entrance and lowered yourself on to him. His face twisted with pleasure as you took him in very slowly, allowing him to feel you around every inch of him. You moaned as well, feeling him easily hitting your G spot once he was fully in.

You started rocking your hips against his, pleasure building up in you almost immediately. Joker’s head was back against the headrest as his fingers dug into your hips. You leaned forward to kiss him as your movements became quicker. Soon enough, you were bouncing on his lap, your skin making a loud slapping noise every time you came down on him. His car was shaking and the windows were fogged over so you could barley see anyone outside. Not that either of you really cared if you were caught. That was the thrill of fucking in public.

You wrapped a hand around Joker’s throat, choking him just enough to make him feel lightheaded. You almost giggled at the sight of his eyes being crossed and rolling back into his head at the action. You could feel him twitching inside of you, an indication that he was nearing his climax.

“Are you close?” you asked him, letting go of his neck long enough to allow him to breathe to respond.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Fuck, can I cum my queen?”

“Hold it for a few more seconds,” you told him. “I’m close, too. When you feel me cumming around you, you can let go then.”

You managed to stay true to your word, and a few seconds later you threw your head back and cried out in pleasure. Near moments after that, you felt Joker’s warmth filling you as he also groaned at the release.

You both sat there, sweating and panting. Joker wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close so he could rest his head on your breasts. You ran your fingers through his dyed green hair, noticing that his brown roots were starting to grow out. You made a mental note to point that out to him when you finally detached from one another.

You rolled down the window slightly to let some cool air in just as Joker’s phone rang. He groaned in annoyance as he raised the phone to his ear.

“What the fuck do you want?”

You giggled as you finally got up from his lap. It always amazed you how quickly he could switch from being a submissive mess to the dominant criminal that everyone knew him as.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll call you when we arrive to our next location,” he said, then hung up. “Apparently someone heard the gunshot and called the cops. They’re on their way here now. Figure we got maybe five minutes before we’re surrounded, less than that until the Bat appears.”

You passed him his discarded clothes and fixed your own disheveled appearance. “Neither one is a real concern. The cops are incompetent and Bats would never throw you in jail again. He needs someone to play with so he seems like a hero to these people.”

Joker smiled at you and kissed you hard again. “Regardless, wanna go for a joyride, baby?”

You smirked at him and leaned into the front seat to pull your gun from the glove compartment. “Always, my love.”

[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

You had a troubled romance with the Joker in the past, but ironically, when he found out that you were engaged to another man, he lost it. He mistreated you and lost you, and yet, he felt extremely jealous when he heard the news. The Joker surely wasn’t going to let it happen so he kidnapped your fiancé because he knew you’d come to the rescue, and then he’d ask for a second chance, but obviously would force you to say yes otherwise he’d kill the soon-to-be groom.

[gothamitelove]

dating the joker (suicide squad)

oh boy, you're really in it now.

look, i don't know how you managed to get the joker's attention, but you did. whether that's a blessing or a curse is really up to you.

for the first few months, he will not leave you alone. i'm serious. he wants to know what pisses you off, what makes you giddy with happiness, what makes you laugh... finding out what makes you tick is a never-ending quest for him.

you're just so interesting, and the way you think is so different from him. he wants to know you better than anyone.

especially if you lead a somewhat normal life. this man has known nothing but chaos and change, and then you come along, and you're... stable. and he doesn't understand it, or why it makes you happy, but he wants it for himself.

and he'll get it, you can be sure of that. he's a persistent guy.

he will sometimes just stare at you?? for no reason?? he will watch you sleep, just as an fyi.

he's not above manipulation to get what he wants, even with you, so you'll have to stand your ground and call him on it.

nobody's done that to him before, so it baffles him at first, but then he realizes that he could just... ask you for things? and you'd most likely give them to him without a fight? what???

he will sometimes make you hold still while he traces the lines and shape of your face with his fingers. he does it so often you sometimes wonder how he doesn't know every inch of it by now, but whenever you bring it up, he just says, "i keep missing things, sweetheart. hold still." you have no idea what he's "missing", but you don't care, so long as he keeps doing all that.

as long as you don't mind him being weirdly obsessive and clingy, it'll work out, i'm sure. (just watch out for his mood swings. you gotta let him get it all out of his system before trying to reason with him.)

(requests are open! shoot me an ask and i'll get back to ya asap. and if you'd like to be tagged when i post, dm me!)

[your-nanas-house]

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Rules: there are no rules, I'm open to anything..I think, everything. If I don't feel comfortable with writing it or I'm not able to, I'll let you know.

Characters I write for:

- Jerome Valeska

- Jeremiah Valeska

- Cameron Monaghan

- Cal Kestis

- Tom Fairfax

- Jason Todd

- Bruce Wayne

- Dick Grayson

- Damian Wayne

- Tim Drake

- Peter Parker

- Roy Harper

- Wally West

- Tom Riddle

- Chris Decker

- James Walker

- Cassandra Cain

- Selina Kyle (?)

and other characters that don't come to mind now.

Different types of stories:

~ with emoji (you just have to send 1-4 emojis and I will create the story).

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The friend's friend

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Ideas that I want to write

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[cherrycocaineee]

23. Joker - Don’t Ever Leave Me

Warning - I incorporated characters from both Suicide Squad and Gotham

*Paisley’s p.o.v*    For a month and a half, I had been coming home to a single, red rose placed delicately on my neatly made bed. So when I got home from school around 4:22, there was no surprise that I had found another rose waiting for me. Freddy, who was sure that the rose was from my father, was now holding the rose in his hand. In his other hand was a slip of paper with a red ribbon attached to it. It had been tied around the rose which was different from the previous roses that were left behind.  “Maybe you have a secret admirer,” he thought aloud.  “You're not the one sending these flowers to me are you?” I quizzed, taking the note from him.  He shook his head. I sat down on the edge of my bed next to him and peered at the note. It didn’t say much though: It’s time we met, sweet girl. Meet me in front of your therapist’s office tonight at 6:30pm. “Sounds sketchy to me. You’re not going to go are you?” “Why not? It could be anybody.” “That’s the whole point! There’s no telling who this guy might be, they could be dangerous. A kidnapper, a killer, anything!” I rolled my eyes as he babbled on about who the mysterious person was but I tuned him out. If I was being honest, I didn’t really care about who it was from. In fact, it made it much more exciting. Just to shut Freddy up, I lied to him about not pursuing the matter and just throwing out the letter. However, when he left I started making preparations to head out. Fortunately for me, my dad wouldn’t be home all night. Then the thought hit me: what if the person who sent this knew my dad wouldn’t be home tonight? I started to think that Freddie probably was the secret admirer.    I wasn’t sure what to expect from tonight so I wanted to be prepared for anything. Whatever anything was that is. So to start off, I decided to jump in the shower and freshen up. Stripping out of my school clothes, I stepped into the tub and let the hot water collide with my skin causing me to shiver. In the shower, I shaved every inch of my body. Again, I wasn’t sure what to expect from this little meeting. Once I was all cleaned up, I wrapped a freshly washed towel around my frame and headed into my bedroom. The sweet humming of the air conditioner hit my ears when I entered. Grabbing the television remote, I turned on the tv for some noise canceling sound. Something to drown out all the quietness that lingered.   I put on a little makeup, just enough to help cover the still healing bruises I’d received a week ago. After that, I blow dried my hair and brushed it. I soon moved on to applying lotion to my skin, adding deodorant and a perfume before throwing on a pair of high waisted jeans with a rip in the knee, a white tube top, and a light blue flannel to go over it. The cold weather was already nipping at my exposed skin before I even left my house. Slipping on a pair of white shoes, I grabbed my keys and bag along with the rose and headed out the door. Even by my house, I could still hear the sound of police sirens in the distance. Taking a deep breath and preparing myself for the worst, I headed off towards my therapist’s office.  It didn’t take long for me to reach her office, but I’d wished I’d listened to Freddie when he told me to ignore the note and stay home. I was earning some unwanted attention from several creepy people. This was the worst time to be out in Gotham. Swallowing the hard lump in my throat, I forged forward, talking myself out of turning around and heading inside.   Like I expected, Dr. Tiffany’s office was completely abandoned. Her lights were out and her door was locked; I could even see her alarm system blinking in the background waiting for someone to intrude on the peaceful office. I unlocked my phone and saw that it was almost seven o’clock.  “I hope I’m not standing out here very long,” I whispered. “Waiting on someone?” My body tensed and I turned my head quickly. Standing there was someone I recognized even though I’d never had any type of communication with him. It was Oswald Cobblepot, one of Dr. Tiffany’s patients. The one who waddled like a penguin. Though this didn’t seem like the time to bring it up.  “J-just a friend,” I answered. Was I scared?  Please, nothing scares you anymore. Nothing. He smiled and I saw that the moonlight reflected off his body in almost a spooky, haunted fashion. He stepped forward but I couldn’t bare to move back. I didn’t want to take the chance of him grabbing me.  “It’s very late for someone so young to be out.”  When I didn’t answer, he continued.  “You’re one of Dr. Tiffany’s patients, correct? I’ve seen you come in a lot of times after my secession.”  “W-why are you seeing her?” I questioned, a frequent question that passed in my head when I saw him.  “Oh just for the normal things,” he hummed, a childish giggle leaving his mouth, “motherly issues, etc. Why are you seeing her?”  He’s definitely lying. This guy doesn’t have mother issues one bit.  “It’s a requirement for school. After I beat up one of the students.”  He made an “o” shape with his mouth and waddled closer. This time I did take a few steps back, yet he grabbed me anyway. “I’ve seen the video on the news! Tell me, what did it feel like to feel his blood hit your face?!”  “W-what?” Though he didn’t get a chance to repeat his question. Someone’s hand slammed against his scrawny shoulder causing his grip on my shoulders to tighten. I yanked myself from his grasp and fell to the ground, not wanting to get caught in whatever was about to happen.  “What do you think you’re doing?” That voice!  My eyes snapped up to meet a pair of silver blue eyes. The green hair styled on his head almost looked like the meadow grass in the moonlight, his red lips dark and almost smudged. But what caught my attention the most was his tattoos. There were so many and they suited his muscular body well. Speaking of muscular body, his shirt revealed his broad chest; his deep red shirt was underneath his black, leather jacket and was unbuttoned.  “I-I’m so sorry,” Oswald said, “I-I swear I was o-only passing th-through.” “And yet, I’ve watched you stand here for ten minutes chatting with something that isn’t yours.”  The Joker slammed Oswald against the building causing a yelp to escape my lips. I don’t know why I yelped, it wasn’t like I was being assaulted. My sudden outburst caused me to cover my mouth quickly. The Joker and Oswald looked down at me.  This was definitely a mistake. Both of them watched me for a moment before the Joker placed Oswald down.  “Get. Out.” Without a second thought, Oswald was hobbling down the sidewalk, probably with piss running down his leg. If I had to pee, I’d probably done the same. Nothing scared me anymore, nothing but the Joker. The man who killed my older sister, Anastasia. Once Oswald was out of sight, I was ready to make a run for it when a hand was held out to me. Looking up, I saw the Joker holding out his calloused hands.  “Well come on,” he grumbled, “don’t ignore my hand, sweet girl.”  I was shocked by his words.  Sweet girl.  Just like in the note. Shockingly, I reached my hand up and placed my palm in his. Carefully, he hauled me up to my feet then released my hand. We stared at each other for a moment and I was desperately trying to find the right words to say. But he was so mesmerizing. Somewhat intimidating yet handsome.  “A-are you…”  “Am I what?” He muttered. No he couldn’t be. Why would the Joker want to speak to me? We’ve never even crossed paths.  Sighing, I shook my head. “Never mind, just forget it. It’s stupid. Thanks, by the way.”  I turned on my heel and started to leave when I felt him grab my arms.  “If you’re here, it must mean you got my note.”  “So it was you who sent the flowers and note.” I had turned to him just in time to see him nod. He let go of my arm again. I pulled both the note and flower out of my bag. Luckily the rose didn’t have any crinkled petals.  “But why did you send them to me? I’ve never met you.”  “But I’ve seen you. I’ve heard you. Your voice all those times you’ve come to Arkham to sing to your mother.”  The sudden realization hit me; all those times that my mom would freak out and stare at the room across from hers it was because she knew the Joker was in there watching me. “You’ve got a beautiful voice, Paisley.” He’s definitely been watching me for a long time if he knew my name.  “Thank you, Mr. Joker, uh, sir.”  He laughed. His crooked clown laugh rang throughout the dark sky. And it would surprise me in the least if a cop showed up or Batman himself.  “Call me Mister J.” For some reason speaking to him almost felt natural. I smiled at his words and nodded. I wasn’t sure what came over me but I figured if I came out all this way, I might as well sit with him and have a conversation.  “Do you want to get a drink, Mister J?” I inquired.  His grin turned up, almost devilish, “absolutely.”   He wanted to go to his club which if I was being honest, had a cheesy name. The Smile Club. It was kind of lame, so lame it made me giggle. Mister J looked down at me, eyeing me with a smirk on his painted lips. We walked into the club together. On the inside, it was completely filled with tons of different people; most of them probably criminals. Rich criminals. Or maybe just regular people which made me worry that someone would recognize me as my father’s daughter.  I tried to hide behind Mister J’s muscular body, shielding myself from any of the guests that could tell who I was. Mister J seemed to notice me hiding.  “Don’t worry doll. You’re safe here.” Well that’s great, but if someone recognizes me and tells my dad I’m here with the Joker, I’m definitely not gonna be safe at home.  Mister J led me into the private, VIP room. There was a beaded curtain wrapped around in a circle which matched the circle patterned couch. Everything was a different tinted champagne color. At least in my opinion. Mister J grabbed my hand and pulled me to the couch, sitting me right next to him. I was sitting pretty close to him too. The smell of his expensive cologne plugged my nose, his knee touching the outside of my thigh, and my elbow almost reaching his toned chest.  The lighting made me realize that the bruises on my stomach were now visible. I had worn this because I figured we’d stay outside but my sudden urge to get a drink with this man clouded my brain. Quickly, I wrapped my arms around my waist trying to hide the bruises. However, I probably should have left it alone because the sudden movement caused him to pay more attention to me.  “Hiding something?” He hummed. “It’s nothing.” I lied, smiling sheepishly, “guess I’m just a little embarrassed about how revealed I am!”  The door opened revealing a server dressed in a tux. Mister J didn’t tear his eyes away from me, still staring at me as the waiter asked him what he’d like to drink.  “Something strong. Whiskey, perhaps.”  He jotted it down in his little notebook.  “Paisley, order whatever you’d like. Champagne, wine, you’re choice.”  “Uhm-“ “Sir, she’s a minor.” A deep scowl appeared on the Joker’s face as he moved his hand inside his jacket. All of sudden my mouth felt dry like a desert. I reached my hand up, forgetting all about my bruised skin, and stopped him from pulling out what was probably a gun.  “Champagne, please.”  “You heard her,” Mister J growled.  “O-of course. Coming right up!” He was out of there faster than he had entered. When he was gone, I sighed in relief. I may have been a little crazy but I definitely didn’t want to watch anyone get murdered. I wasn’t that crazy.  “Well at least I can see why you were hiding your stomach from me.”  As soon as his words left his mouth, I snapped my arms back around my torso. Another sheepish grin on my face.  “It’s nothing, really. Just a few healing bruises, I’m a complete klutz.”  “I don’t like liars, Paisley.” His hard stare caused me to sigh and drop my arms. Not because I didn’t want to anger him, trust me that would probably be the most normal thing to happen in a while, but because there really wasn’t any reason to hide it. He’d eventually find out. Just like he found out my name, where I live, etc.  “It’s your fault I have them,” I muttered, my eyes meeting his, “if you hadn’t killed Anastasia, I’d have never lost my family. I wouldn’t have to suffer abuse at the hands of the man who use to care and love me.”  The door opened and this time it wasn’t a waiter. It was that guy from Arkham, the guard. “Frost,” Mister J said, ignoring my outburst.  “Boss, are you being taken care of?” The man questioned.  Mister J nodded. The guys, Frost, looked at me. “Nice to see you again, Paisley.”  “You t-too, sir.” He informed Mister J that he would go get the drinks we ordered then shut the door behind him. Once he was gone, Mister J turned his full, undivided attention to me. Probably ready to tear into me after making that comment about my bruises. I took a deep breath.  “I-I didn’t mean to say it was your fault. It just came out. Honestly if it was anyone’s fault, it’s my-”  Mister J placed his hand on my thigh causing my speech to halt completely. My blue eyes were staring at his tattooed hand as it just sat there. Was this the side of the Joker that Harley Quinn witnessed when they were alone? His hand wasn’t digging into my skin, I couldn’t feel him glaring at me or his hand tightening. He didn’t seem angry.  “Mister J.” A soft purr left his lips as he yanked me into his lap. One of his legs were able to act as a bench. He was much bigger than me. My eyes looked up at him and I saw he was staring at me already; a large, psychotic smile stretched across his face. I even noticed that the red lipstick he was wearing was a bit more smudged.  “There’s no need to apologize, doll. I remember Anastasia and that other boy who came with her when they stole from me.”  It was well known that Anastasia was killed by the Joker because she and our other brother, Ashton, had stolen from the crime clown. While Ashton was able to escape and disappear, Anastasia wasn’t so lucky. A single shot to the head and she was gone.  “But I still don’t see how that has to do with your bruises.” “If I tell you, you have to promise not to do anything about it. Just listen and don’t act.”  “And if someone’s hurting you.”  “Mister J! I don’t want you fighting my battles for me, I have to learn to deal with things myself.” Once again, he watched me. The smile that was on his face was no longer there. Instead there was a frown but eventually he nodded his head. I explained to him that after my family moved to Gotham, my siblings started getting into some bad things: stealing, prostitution, and drugs. My parents still held out hope that they’d eventually return to their normal selves, but it never happened. And after Anastasia was shot by him, my mother had to be sent to Arkham because she became violently insane. The loss of my mother and all of my siblings took a large toll on my father; he started drinking more after work, he’d shove himself deeper into his work and wouldn’t be home till late in the evening, and then when he was angry enough he would beat me. It just seemed easier for him to do when he was angry and stressed out.  When I was finished telling him about how him shooting Anastasia led to me being beaten, the door opened revealing Frost with our drinks. I was going to slip off his leg and sit back down next to him but the Joker tightened his grip around my waist keeping me still. Frost walked over and placed our drinks on the table, then without saying a word, left. Mister J reached over and grabbed the glass of champagne and handed it to me before reaching for his own drink. I slowly sipped on my drink waiting for him to say something. When he didn’t say anything, I looked up at him. His ring was clinking against his glass that held a dark brown liquid.  “I can see why you snapped and finally went after that boy from your school,” he muttered. “So you know about that too?” I asked, sheepishly smiling.  “Frost looked it up for me when I asked him to do some research for me.” “Research about me?” He nodded as he took a large drink from his cup. Some of the alcohol dripped from his chin. “The first day I saw you, I knew there was something about you that intrigued me. That reminded me of Harley.”  I didn’t say anything back, waiting for him to continue.  “And though it’s something I’d never admit to others, I can’t lie and say that I haven’t stopped thinking about you. And I know I’d be lying if I didn’t say how much I need someone like you in my life.”  “You aren’t trying to make me Harley number 2, are you?”  A laugh left his lips as he shook his head, “my time with Harley is over. She’s gone. I don’t want what I had with her, I want something different.”  “Different?”  “Someone I can come home to. Someone who will take care of me when I come home after a long, hard day of working. Clean up my wounds, cook for me, care for me. Someone I could spoil with more than just sex and money.”   “And you want…me to fill that role?”  I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was a bit shocked. Mister J took another drink from his glass.   After a while, the Joker explained to me that it was up to me if I wanted to be a part of his life: criminal enterprise and everything. If I agreed to, he’d take care of me with the expectation that I took care of him in return. However, if I said no, then there would be no hard feelings and I could go home. Though I figured if I said I didn’t want to, he’d still be watching me. When I finally had enough time to think about it, I gave him my answer.  “I’ll do it.”   A mischievous grin spreaded against his smudged lips. I could definitely see the crazy in his eyes. Mister J reached over and took my chin into his fingers; they were calloused and strong. I could definitely see how Harley fell in love with him. He was incredibly handsome, mysterious, alluring. Everything that drove women to men like him.  “You aren’t going to make me jump into a thing of acid right?”  That caused him to laugh. His body was shaking, causing me to wobble on his leg. Everyone heard him laughing, since it was loud and creaking almost like a non-oiled door. Though it suited him, it still sent chills down people’s spines when they heard it.  “I would never want to ruin something so beautiful and pure,” he growled, still holding my chin with his hand.  A wave of relief washed over me.  “But I have a single rule for you.”  “Okay, what is it?”  “Don’t ever leave me. If you’re agreeing to all of this, you’re mine forever. Which means you can’t see anyone else. Understand.”  There was that demanding, scary tone that I had seen several times on the news or have heard people discuss. Though it didn’t really change my mind of not taking him up on his deal. I also couldn’t tell you why I was taking him up on his deal. I’ve argued with myself a bunch of times about not being crazy but I had to be crazy if I was agreeing to be the Joker’s lover, right?  “I promise.” This caused Mister J to pull me closer to him, a small squeal leaving my lips from the sudden movement. A bit of the champagne I was holding sloshed around in the cup, spilling over the edge and running down my hand. “Good girl.”

Going to school the next morning felt almost like a dream as I walked up the steps of the school building. I couldn’t even really hear Freddie as he was discussing the upcoming English quiz we were having in a week. He must have noticed how out of it I was because he stopped talking about the test.  “Pais, are you okay?” He questioned, “did you get enough sleep last night?”  “Of course I did,” I didn’t, “I guess I just had a bad dream.” He seemed skeptical about it. “You didn’t go see your secret admirer did you?!”  “Of course I didn’t,” another lie, “I told you I thought you sent it to me!”  “But I didn’t.” I crossed my arms and leaned against the locker. Freddie sighed and tightened his hands on his backpack straps. “Sorry, I just don’t want you putting yourself in terrible situations alone. I’m your best friend and I care about you.”  “Well though I appreciate you looking out for me, I promise you I’m not going to do anything that’s going to cause me to get hurt.”  He smiled and nodded, taking my word for it. However, just because he was my best friend, didn’t mean I was going to tell him everything. If I told him I was involved with the Joker, his first call would be to my dad. He was never great at keeping secrets. Freddie started walking in front of me, going back to talking about the upcoming test. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out the necklace Mister J had given me last night. The letter “j” was dangling from the small, silver chain and inside the letter were diamonds. It was the most expensive thing I’d ever owned and I even tried to turn it down but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. But now I was glad I had taken it, it made me happy to realize that there was someone out there who didn’t see me as a nuisance.

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he only brought you to the most expensive places, because they had plush changing room seating for him to wait in while you tried stuff on. he sat on the fur covered sofa, five security guards just a few meters away. 

you opened your door, looking out at him with a grin.

“how’s it look kitten?” he asked, “why dont you let me see?”

you walked out of the change room in the dress he picked out. it was gorgeous, smooth silky material that hugged everything perfectly. The Joker eyed every inch of you and stood up, approaching you with his arms open. he licked his lips hungrily and a growl sounded in his chest, “you look puurfect kitten.”  

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So I started to write this on my laptop and it crashed so I’m just going to write this small part on my phone... I also wanted to get something out.

I appear in the apartment moments after speaking to J. I land in the living room surrounded by wounded Henchmen that are trying to put themselves back together, but the only person I can think about it Adam.

I run to his room in hopes of finding him there, safe and asleep in his bed, teddy in his arms and a peaceful look on his face, but I am greated but nothing of the sort.

The powder blue room is disheveled and just a mess. Is toys are thrown around the room and they worst part is he’s not there.

I sprint across the house to my bedroom, hoping to find Harvey and Adam safe, laying on the bed with smiles on their faces and I breath a sigh of relief when I see them both, only not as perfect as I hoped it was.

Harvey was laying on his side of the bed and was clutching his pillow in his hand as our doctor stitches up his side. Adam sits on his other side, clutching his teddy in one arm and holding Harvey’s arm in the other.

“Hey loves.” I say and all three boys look at me. The doctor glances at me but continues on Harvey’s side. Adam jumps up and runs towards me and I embrace him in a hug as he yells, “Momma!”

“Hey baby boy,” I say, holding tight to him, “how are you holding up?”

He releases his tight grasp but doesn’t completely let go of me, “ I’m okay, Havey and I were worried about you.” He whispers and mispronounces ‘Harvey’ like he always does.

“I’m okay now baby, we’ll talk about it all in the morning,” I reassure and place him back on the ground.

By this time the Doc is finishing Harvey’s stitches and starts to clean up his mess. I walk over to Harvey and sit on the side of the bed, holding is hand, “How are you holding up baby?” I ask and I can feel his tenseness radiate off of him.

“You could have been killed. But you went anyway. Scared the hell out of me and Adam, so I’m not okay.”

“Harvey it was the only way, you know that, and I’m perfectly fine, like I said to Adam we can talk about this all in the morning.”

I also don’t watch Gotham but this guy looks like a good Harvey. Please someone tell me where to go with this. Please.