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curiousimaginings · 8 years ago

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Utter Idiot (Leto Joker x Reader)

AN; Oh my lord. This one is SUPER LONG and i’m sorry and it started off with me trying to write something hot but I just had so much fun with this. I am such Leto Joker trash and I don’t even care. I hope you guys like this!

Warnings; Swearing, blood, biting?, guns, mention of murder, mention of drugs, mention of abuse, mentions of torture. I think that’s everything..?

Summary; Reader gets bored waiting for Mr J to get out of Arkham so decides to visit him.

WORD COUNT; 4221 I know please forgive me

The sounds of angry threats and maniacal laughter echoed around the dark and gloomy building. Shifting nervously in the damp corridor, your eyes constantly flitting and focusing on something new in an attempt to familiarise yourself with the place. One of the guards escorting you sent a glare your way, one meant to fill you with unease, but you disregard it quickly. Coming to a sudden halt outside of a heavy metal looking door you are herded in to quite possibly the filthiest room you had ever seen. They’ve gone all out I see. You thought bitterly. Not allowing them the satisfaction of your distaste you turned to the main guard, Officer Michaels. It was only then you noticed you were alone in the room. Confusedly you started towards the man about to question him when he leered; ‘Get comfortable sweetheart’ and with a wink the door was slammed shut in your face. So this is it huh? You thought to yourself as you perched on the disgusting table in the middle of the room. You had been in some questionable places but this just might take the cake. Arkham Asylum, home to the worst of the worst, and now here I am. Harmless little me. You smirked to yourself. You tried to recall when your life got so complicated and quickly became lost in thought. Your whole life had been a bit of a shit storm, so a trip to Arkham wasn’t that out of the blue. Although completely avoidable in this instance you seethed inwardly. Getting more comfortable on the table you impatiently made a list of the people who would inevitably pay for your little trip here today. ‘God help them’ you smirked to yourself, still staring off in to space. You were broken out of your thoughts by the sound of footsteps approaching the hole Michaels had left you in. Readying yourself, you stood throwing back your shoulders and donning a look of indifference and boredom. Battle ready, you looked towards the door as it swung open. Michaels stepping in first; ‘You have half an hour, no more, as required by law this room has no cameras or listening devices. If you need us..’ he trailed off eyeing your body ‘..scream’ he smirked. Rolling your eyes at his idiocy, you added him to the list you had made earlier. Laughter brought your attention to the centre of the mass of guards. A laugh that sent shivers down your spine and brought a sudden heat between your legs. You devoured the green haired maniac in front of you forgetting where you were for a second. He hadn’t yet noticed you too preoccupied taunting the perverted guard. ‘Sexually harassing a lawyer now Officer? You surely should know better?! Besides I never took you for a lover of dick, explains why you just can’t stay away!’ his signature cackle you loved so much met your ears and you had to physically stop yourself from releasing a giggle of your own, grinding your teeth together in your efforts. He’s expecting Frost, Shit. He’s going to be so pissed. You didn’t want to interrupt him, you knew better than to interrupt one of his pissing contests, but you couldn’t allow the guard to have the upper hand. ‘Don’t get me wrong I’m flattered! It just explains your penchant for cavity searches’ J’s cackle brought out laughter from one of the younger guards, Michaels hand shot out clipping the kid around the head. Clearing your throat and adjusting your glasses, you smiled towards the pale clown who was still cackling madly. ‘I can take it from here boys’ you stated as confidently as you could, tilting your head daring them to eat in to any more of your time. The laughter ended abruptly. Ever so slowly the Jokers eyes turned to meet yours. To the guards leaving you alone with the ‘Clown Prince of Crime’ himself, they probably thought he was sizing you up like a predator does its prey, assessing your armour of tight skirt, revealing blouse. But you knew better. His icy blues where furious. You silently prayed he’d be more pissed at the guard for his comments now that he realised they were about you, than at your presence but kept your face as stoic as possible. You took the silence as an opportunity to take him in. He was a hot mess, his hair unkempt and falling around his face. Straightjacket on, limiting how intimidating he could be towards you, although you would never voice that. And blue ‘Arkham’ bottoms hanging low on his hips. Always low on the hips you groaned hungrily to yourself. You felt the desire for him starting to bloom, and saw a slight smirk grace his lips as he caught your obvious ogling. You didn’t care much, he knew he would only have to raise a non-existent eyebrow and you would be stripped bare, ready and waiting to do his bidding. That’s just how you both liked it, and even if he wouldn’t admit it you had nearly the same amount of power over the Kingpin himself.

Before he could speak you smiled innocently; ‘Hello Mister J, I will be your stand in lawyer today as Mr Frost was unavailable’ you pout playfully, sitting back down on the end of the table. Giving him a great view of your skirt riding up your thighs, your bare legs catching his attention as you crossed them purposefully. The look in his eye was hungry as he slowly stalked towards you. ‘Unavailable?’ he questioned finally dragging his eyes from your inviting bare flesh. ‘Well, you see Mr J, he didn’t have much of a fucking choice in the matter’ you smile innocently at him. Quickly dropping the act you glare at him; ‘Really J? You are such a fucking idiot’ J looked up from your legs quickly and you became aware of how close the two of you had become. He eyed your mouth angrily before laughing. 'And you kiss me with that mouth' licking his lips he leant in slowly.

'I do a lot of things with my mouth' you breathed out huskily, standing up abruptly you walked away from him and sat on the shitty plastic chair getting comfortable and playing with a strand of your usually H/C hair which you had to dye in order to go unnoticed. The lack of effort needed for you to go unnoticed by the people of Gotham would forever astonish you. Dye your hair a shade or two lighter or darker, whatever tickled your fancy, and dress like a normie, keeping your tatts covered and you were golden. Fucking idiots, the lot of em. If you were feeling daring you could even pull out your old glasses, no longer needed thanks to the chemical bath you had taken, but nostalgia was always fun.

He growled but sat across from you at the table pouting like an infant. 'If you ever call me an idiot again Princess..' You cut him off rolling your eyes 'Don't make promises we both know you can't keep. You shouldn’t have gotten caught. If you didn’t act like an idiot I wouldn’t need to call you one.' you smirked over at him seeing how riled up he was getting at your attitude.

You'd missed this. The little games. The hot sex when those games came to a head. Literally. But mostly just him in general, nothing matched your crazy quite like he did and his absence had caused quite the void in your life.

'So if this isn't a conjugal visit..' He trailed off hoping he was wrong. You just raised an eyebrow daring him to continue. You were not a woman to be messed with. He sighed like a child denied candy making you giggle. 'I do love that sound Dollface.' He said almost affectionately, like a person does to a pet. However the moment was short lived as his true anger started to slip through his pale faced mask, his blood red smirk taking on a sinister edge.

'What are you doing here Y/N?' Oh shit your actual name that was a bad omen, but you had expected it. 'You had direct orders not to come near this place. If they realise who you are...As much fun as the rough stuff is in the bedroom Doll-‘ he licked his lips eyeing your body ‘-you won't enjoy this place and I don't need nor want anyone touching what's mine' he growled.

You unconsciously stood to go sit in his lap. A mannerism you had picked up quickly in your relationship. He leant in to you as your hands found his hair smoothing it out causing him to purr at the action. 'I had to come and remind you to get your ass in gear and get outta this shit hole. I'm bored and no one will play with me.' You whispered seductively in to his ear, biting his lobe gently to emphasise your point. This made him smile, hearing how lost you were without him played in to his need for control over all things, and hearing that his men wear keeping their distance from his doll, his toy, filled him with joy. ‘Awwwww, is my little Princess missing Daddy huh?’ he teased half-heartedly enjoying your hands in his hair, he hadn’t seen you in at least 11 weeks. Having you so close was intoxicating, his need for you increasing. You were like a drug he had quit but had been offered up to him on a silver platter, the addict in him finding it hard to say no. Stilling your movements, causing him to glare at your pouting face you spat childishly; ‘Honestly Mr J I’m starting to think you like Batsy more than me’ you crossed your arms defiantly, causing him to laugh. Leaning his head forward he started kissing from your sweet spot just below your ear downwards making you arch in to his touch, letting out a soft moan. ‘I may like ruining Batsy’s day one explosion at a time-‘ he carries on his assault towards your cleavage ‘-but his moans of pain don’t compare to my girls moans of pleasure’ his husky confession mixed with his hot mouth on your body was driving you crazy. You were putty in his hands, and he was all too aware. ‘Has my kitten been good while I’ve been away?’ he questioned as he dragged his metal capped teeth across your sensitive skin. Your mind flashed to your many outbursts and what had Frost called them? “unhospitable” play dates. You looked down at him innocently ‘Of course Daddy’. His eyes not straying from his task he bit down hard on the flesh at the top of your breast, barely contained by your deep green silk shirt. You yelped slightly your body jumping too. Releasing you he rested his forehead against yours; ‘Liar’ he whispered, ghosting his lips over yours. Pecking your lips lightly he ghosted his lips across your jawline and up to your ear, licking his lips he asked; ‘How many Dollface?’ You instantly blush at his question not knowing if you should answer or not, his face was hidden from you angled towards your neck as he waited for your reply. You had stayed quiet a little too long for his liking he sucked on your neck aggressively marking you. ‘Th-three’ you stutter out quietly. Stilling he meets your eyes slowly his face angry, shit, okay fine! ‘And four more, okay?! So, seven!’ His face was still unreadable, and he had gone awfully quiet, you just looked at your nails finding them particularly interesting right about now. ‘My Princessssssssss, my pretty, pretty, pretty Princess! Dollface, Sweetcheeks, Kitten.. killed seven of my men?’ his forehead was once again resting against yours, forcing you to make eye contact. ‘Hey it’s not my fault they couldn’t withstand standard torture techniques….if you ask me you’re better off without em!’ you smile sweetly at him. At that he laughs loudly before crashing his lips to yours with such force that it takes you a minute to return the favour. Your hands quickly found his hair and tug at it hard making him groan in to your mouth. Noise outside of the room reminds you of your limited time. 'Shit.. okay listen to me J' He was completely amused by your attempt at bossing him around but you didn't have time for games. ‘I have a little present for you’ you smile at him seductively, you stood up off his lap lifting yourself on to the edge of the table behind you, hitching up your skirt just enough to lift your right heeled foot to rest on his chair, between his legs. His breathing picked up, pupils blown at the sight of you in front of him. For the first time since he had gotten there he was super pissed at Batsy for dumping him in the asylum, his straightjacket restricting him from touching what was his, and he jerked angrily a couple times. Your eyes lighting up at the rise you were pulling from the criminal, you continued lifting your skirt until a black lace garter became visible mid-thigh. This caught the clowns attention, a growl escaping him as you pulled something from beneath it covering yourself once more coming forward to straddle his lap. Leaning over him you reached your hand down between his clothed chest and covered arm, you flick something out to your side but he doesn’t take his eyes from your face, completely caught up in his own lust fuelled haze he barely registers the sound of fabric being torn. It’s not until you snap something shut with a quiet metallic ringing noise that his attention zeroes back in on your actions. He watches as you slide in his favourite jester embossed straight razor in to the small incision you made, hidden due to the angle of the cut. Your eyes full of concentration as they urge him to grasp the cool metal. 'When the time comes everything will make sense but for now I need you to trust me’ you stated as you leant back away from him to be sure that the blade wouldn’t be detectable underneath the fabric. He murmured an acknowledgement eyeing your mouth not really paying attention. You stood up off of him pulling him with you 'J listen to me' you urged 'I need you to hurt me' you said seriously. 'What?! No! Why would you ask me that?!' He was furiously putting the pieces together quickly realising why you were here. Swearing Frost would pay for allowing you to be a part of this. He started to back off looking at you like you were crazy. Which, let’s be honest is true. You understood his hesitation, no matter how frustrating. The both of you had had a few run-ins in the past when a fight had gone too far, and although he would never admit it he’d felt some things afterwards, guilt maybe? Realising you had a matter of minutes left you played the only card that could possibly work in this instance. Grabbing his jaw forcefully you pushed him against the wall with all your strength and whispered spitefully in his ear. 'I've been real lonely since you left Daddy. I wonder if that Officer who was ogling me before would fuck me as good as you can?' you smile cruelly ‘I mean shit, at this point I’d do Frost!’ His jaw started to tense under your touch and you could feel his rage building. You pulled back, 'Maybe the good Officer can do me while they take you back to your cell' you had barely finished when his head came forward and busted your nose. Manic laughter left you as blood started to flow down your face and ruin your shirt. 'You. Are. Mine' he raged in your face. Ghosting your bloodied lips over his you whispered 'Always Mr J' He was still shaking with anger and was stalking towards you. You backed off smirking pushing the table and "falling" to the floor. 'GUARDS! Please help me, someone please! Oh God..' You started screaming and turned on the water works. The sudden change in your behaviour snapped J out of it and he started to go along with the charade cackling like a mad man. 'I'm afraid Miss that I may be in need of a new lawyer!' again cackling as if he had never said anything funnier. At this point the guards had come crashing in and where dragging J away in seconds his laughter haunting the hallways as he was dragged off to solitary confinement as planned. Some “officer” was helping you up off the floor. ‘Ma’am’ he murmured. You were full on sobbing at this point. Very convincing if you say so yourself but, you sent the goon a wink of acknowledgement. Whatever Mr J thought about you being there be damned, you had been bored of Frost telling you to wait until Boss gave the word, so you’d set this little stunt up yourself. Poor Frosty is going to need a raise after this.. if I can get him back home alive that is. J’s men had infiltrated the compound and you were just waiting for Frost to get his ass in gear and get this show on the road. The henchman who helped you up, Liam, your personal guard, was directing you in to the hall way and out of the vile room when Michaels decided to show up. His eyes raked your body but now in concern instead of want, eyes straying to your injury which was merely a nagging pain at this point but you needed this man to think you were weak and helpless ‘Miss I-‘ he was cut off by the sound of an explosion and the asylum alarm blaring. Your sobs grew louder as Michaels reassured you that you would be safe, not questioning the unfamiliar guard accompanying you. He led you both to a secure office, immediately going to a computer looking to see where the threat originated, directing, guards through his radio. Little did he know you were the threat. You took Liam’s hand gun silently exchanging looks with him as your sobs ceased instantaneously. Michaels turned at the lack of noise in the room only to be met with the barrel of a gun. ‘Officer Michaels.. I wish I could say it’s been a pleasure, but it truly hasn’t. I wanna take my time with you, your derogatory comments just haven’t sat well with me officer’ You pout at him playfully ridding yourself of your heavy framed glasses. ‘Please, I don’t know who you are but-‘ he tried to reason with you eyeing Liam as if he was crazy for letting some loon pull a gun on a fellow officer. The sound of your cackle makes him pale. He knows that laugh. Most of Gotham does. He was stood in front of the Queen. ‘Oh him?’ you questioned gesturing with your free hand to Liam. ‘He’s with me. Now! I do believe that we had a safeword did we not?! What was it you said? If I needed help I should.. scream?’ you asked tilting your head shooting him in the abdomen. He screamed out in pain cussing you out but you just stepped over him to play with the fancy computer he had been using, unlocking all the cells. That should slow them down. Looking back down at Michaels you pout, ‘See, Mr J doesn’t like me in danger so I have to miss out on all the fun. Well at least I have you eh, Michaels?!’ Liam cringes in the corner at your giggle and silently prays that the Joker will find you both soon, worried that if Michaels bleeds out while you’re having your fun that he’ll be next. - You can hear J approaching the office in search of you, berating Frost for allowing you in to the asylum in the first place. I wonder if Frosty still has all his limbs? ‘Ohhhh, Dollface! Daddy’s ready for ya!’ he calls out and you jump up from the now dead Officer Michaels, blood stained and giddy. Liam is first out the room checking for threats but you push past him right in to J’s arms. You crush your lips to his each of you forgetting the chaos surrounding you, bullets still flying serenading you both. His hands digging in to you, one hand at your throat the other at the small of your back. He pulls away slightly his hand at your throat tightening just so, making you moan in pleasure. ‘You will pay for disobeying me Doll’ he spits angrily his crazed eyes dancing all over you unsure of what he wants to do more, you or get out of there. ‘Promise?’ you manage to gasp out. His lips smash against yours again except this time you feel him smirk in to it. ‘Oooooh Batsy’ he groans in to your mouth. Enraged you pull away shooting at his feet with the gun you stole from Liam earlier ‘TOO SOON J’ you shout storming off out through the blown out asylum walls with his men. ‘Awwwwwww! Come on Princess! Daddy was just kidding!’ He cackles after you. - Later that day you’re all back at the apartment, the excitement dimmed, and all cleaned up from the outing to retrieve Mr J. It’s as if the boss man hasn’t been gone for almost three months, no one acknowledging his little trip away at all. Speaking of J, he’d been in his office now for a good few hours, hiding out from you. You were still pissed at the Batsy stunt he pulled earlier, knowing that you felt oddly competitive with the Bat for attention. All cleaned up from the trip you strolled out of the master bedroom headed to find something or someone to entertain yourself with. Your eyes landed on Frost as you enter the living room. It would seem J had found time to make Frost his personal punching bag, he was bruised with a nose to match yours and he seemed to be standing more on his left than his right. You don’t know if he looked like this when you left the asylum, you had been too busy sulking. You smiled over at him apologetically but he just shook his head back at you waving you off. Feeling bad you went to find solace in the kitchen. You sat on the counter with your favourite candy daydreaming, your eyes glancing out the large windows, showing you the Gotham city lights. J’s footsteps coming towards you knocked you out of your trance like state. He had wandered in to come find you, thankfully no longer in those ‘Arkham’ pants, even if they did leave little to the imagination. He was freshly showered, dressed in a maroon silk shirt showing off his chest and extensive tattoo collection, pants and dress shoes. Seeing him in front of you again added to fodder to the fire that had been lit since the asylum, a fire you were yet to put out, and you physically swallowed. It had been almost three months since you had been together and boy were you feeling the strain. ‘There you are Doll! Come with me Daddy’s got something for ya!’ He smiled at you holding out his hand. You eyed it cautiously. You knew for a fact he was still pissed at you and you weren’t sure if this was some sort of trick. You thought it over as quickly as you could, his sigh of annoyance making you panic and grab his hand hopping off the counter. He led you back towards the master bedroom. Frost sending you pitying looks making you gulp. Once inside J let go of your hand walking backwards towards the bed, stopping not far from it. ‘Now Princess I know my little joke earlier upset you so I got you a present!’ he rushed out excitedly. You winced, both at the reminder of him moaning the Bat’s name whilst with you and at the idea of him getting you a gift. He often lavished you in gifts but in a mood like this, they weren’t always guaranteed to be nice. He ushered you towards a nice big purple box on the edge of the bed. ‘Go on! Open It!’ he giggled. Lord have mercy on my soul you silently prayed. Lifting the lid you froze at its contents. Laughter erupted from beside you, and you watched as J fell to the floor, tears streaming down his face as he rolled about. ‘Are you fucking kidding me J?!’ you seethed. Inside was a Batman costume with fake eyelashes and eyeshadow applied to the mask. You through the lid at J hitting him square in the chest, and made to storm out. Suddenly you were yanked down on top of him; ‘I love it when you talk dirty baby!’ he laughed. ‘Shut up and kiss me you fucking idiot.’ You grumbled. He didn’t need telling twice. Quickly his lips locked with yours and it wasn’t long till your real “punishment” was handed to you.

If you finished this, you trooper i’m sorry for this time you will not get back. Until next time!

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