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His Lighthouse: Until Next Time (Male!reader x fem!Joker)

Until Next Time - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

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The next shift at work was chaotic to say the least. Everyone was dying to know what happened after Joker and her goons stormed the place.

Of course, HR had to do their spiel, offering you counseling, support, and blah blah blah. You were a witness to murder on top of being held hostage, not a charity cause. Unfortunately, it was mandatory whether you liked it or not. Management also encouraged you to sign an NDA, which you refused. For all intent purposes, nothing happened. You wanted to forget and move on. That in of itself was an NDA.

No one else respected your attempts at forgetting.

Jim Gordon cleared you of any legal liability and you took the suggested week off from work to ‘clear your head.’

The commissioner claimed that you needed some time to purge The Joker from your head.

Initially you brushed off his concern, she was just one woman, but after the second night of restless sleep, you had to admit defeat. She was everywhere. You could feel her hands roaming your body— feel her soft weight resting on your chest once more.

You imagined her lithe form lying underneath your sheets and saw her long hair; mere innocent strands turn into venomous snakes in the dark. The color green held new meaning and that laugh of hers… f__k.

It bounced off the walls of your apartment and drove you even more insane. You’ve been a bachelor for years. The thought of another being in your apartment was ludicrous and yet feeling her warm body collide with your back, felt right.

“I'm boooooored Y/n.. pay attention to meee.”

You willed your body not to turn around but you had no control here. There she was wearing one of your t-shirts—hair all askew, looking like a dream. Then you reminded yourself, this was a dream.

‘She isn’t real!’ you told yourself.

This was an illusion, yet her eyes sucked you in despite the alarms blaring in your head to run. Did you really want to escape and why should you?

Joker was so petite compared to you. It baffled you that she was capable of destruction on such a massive scale. It must’ve been so hard to be a woman surrounded by alpha males in the crime world. You had an urge to protect her, to love...

Joker smiled sensing that you wanted to give her a kiss and stood on her tippy toes to meet you halfway.

Only for your lips to meet thin air.

You shot up out of bed a sweaty, panting mess. It wasn’t real, so why did you want it to be?

Enough was enough. Screw being off for a week, you needed to go back to work. You couldn’t last another second cooped up indoors with your demented mind playing tricks on you. That dream felt too real.

You clocked into work that same night, ignoring the multiple stares you received.

Apparently no one expected you to bounce back on your feet so quickly. It did take you a while to get back into the swing of things and you found yourself missing Jazz drowning on in your ear during the night. That wasn’t a problem. Others soon replaced the silent void you longed for.

A guy you hardly knew from your team rushed up to you during a line rush.

“Yo dude! You’re alive!” He scanned a barcode before hefting a package onto the conveyor belt, “It’s been what? Three days? Are you sure you good bro?”

You tried not to let your annoyance show. This was Gotham. People witnessed crime all the time and went about their daily lives just fine afterwards. Why was everyone treating you like a baby?

They didn’t need to know that you were slowly losing your grip on reality. You were fine if you didn’t think about her.

“I’m fine.” You stressed.

The parcel in your hand landed roughly on the loading pallet but you didn’t care. You wanted the monotony of work to erase Joker from your mind and talking about her in conversation was counterproductive. You squeezed your eyes shut and counted to twenty.

The random worker must’ve read the room. “Aight, Y/n. Just ah, take it easy ya know?”

You thought that would be the end of things. Far from it.

It hadn’t been a full hour since you clocked in and people that you never talked to decided to bother you for a crumb of gossip.

“What’s she really like? C’mon tell me!”

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s f___king crazy but uh.. I’d still hit ya know what I’m sayin? Did.. did you tap that?”

When you didn’t respond and roll your eyes, it didn’t help the situation.

“Haha! Y/n my man! You did! I didn’t know you had it in ya!”

You were getting irritated from all these questions. Didn’t they have work to do? The line sure was getting backed up.

Where was Frost to break up distractive chatter when you needed him? Your shift manager was notorious for yelling at his team to get back to work. He was nowhere to be found which left you with no escape from your vulture-like employees.

Why couldn’t they understand that you weren’t saying anything on the matter? What happened was over and done with and you weren’t one for gossip anyways.

Finally your lunch hour had come, and you were heading to lunch when another guy approached you. The frustration was building all night, but this poor guy would receive it all. Not your problem, you were past your breaking point.

“I’m not answering s__t, so f__k off.” You slammed your metal locker shut in anger.

The force rattled some things inside however your fellow employee wasn’t scared away. He simply blinked in shock and stood his ground. He was persistent, you’d give him that much.

The guy held up his hands as a show of peace.

“I wasn’t gonna.. Look, I was a close friend of Jazz.” You paused in your retreat and that was a cue for him to continue. “I know y’all were partners on the line and I just. I wanted to ask if you were okay?”

He scratched the back of his head, cringing to himself. Hopefully that sounded sincere. Men weren’t usually in tune with their emotions much less to check up on one another.

You on the other hand took the attempt in stride. It was the first time someone asked how you were feeling and meant it.

You honestly don’t know what to say. “Uh, yeah I guess. I mean.. I miss having Jazz as a spotter. No one can carry a 1070 backwards like him.” You joked.

The guy seemed to get your way of coping and laughed along. “Yeah, it's like he had eyes in the back of his head or somethin’.”

The two of you walked to the mess hall reminiscing all the crazy feats Jazz did while at work. He was an idiot, but he was reliable at the day’s end. Before you knew it, lunch came and went, and you were still chatting with Thomas.

He worked on Line A, the one that packaged the goods for your line to move onto loading bays. Even though Thomas was in a completely different sector, you slowly formed a friendship with him. He was quiet, well educated in his job function, and a cool guy to chat with.

The two of you were about to head back to the floor when he stopped you by hitting your bicep. “Hey Y/n. Some of the guys from line A and I are planning on going to O’Brian’s after work. You down?”

He scanned his ID on the security panel and opened the door to enter. You let it close properly before gaining your own access.

The one minute delay gave you time to mull over the invite. O’Brian’s was a popular eatery open for third shift workers but more importantly, it was located in the heart of Joker’s territory.

Any other time you would’ve jumped at the opportunity, but something didn’t settle well with you to accept. Perhaps the fact you met the owner and knew nothing good would ever come from being in the same vicinity.

Just thinking about the murderous businesswoman made your head begin to ache.

“Nah I’ll pass but thanks for offerin, man.” You replied.

Thomas nodded and the two of you went separate ways to finish up the night shift. Thankfully no redacted pallets passed your line upon your return. You weren’t ready to move any illegal goods anytime soon.

The rest of your shift flew by uneventfully. With it, the sunrise blinded you as you returned home. You were beat and wanted to grab a quick breakfast before crawling into bed.

You were lucky that Frost appeared after your lunch hour and made it his priority to yell at anyone who dared to talk to you. It was a busy night, no time to gossip— and for that, you were grateful. Your headache only seemed to worsen the closer the inevitable hot hour arrived.

Between the hours of one am and four, the likelihood of illegal items being on the line reached as high as eighty percent. It left a bitter taste in your mouth to move something that triggered the events that only happened three days prior.

You started to regret coming back to work so early. Your shoulder throbbed in agreement.

But that was over and done with and now you were back home.

You carried yourself through the front door and made it to the fridge for a drink. You were downing your second glass of orange juice when a voice behind you spoke. “How was work?”

You inwardly sighed. The hallucinations were back.

It was best to just go with the flow as you were too tired to question your sanity or argue. You scanned the fridge and found a jar of overnight oats mixed with fruit in the back.

“Tiring, I think I made a friend tho. He’s aight I guess.”

A soft hum was the only response you received for a length of time. Then you heard a, “That’s good Y/n. It’s good to have... friends. Lefthand drawer.”

You were struggling to find your spoon drawer, that’s how exhausted you were. You tossed an appreciation over your shoulder only to freeze up in hindsight.

Something about her tone was off—it sounded too sentient, and it made you turn around to face your delusions.

At least you thought it was.

“Holy s__t!” Much to your horror you locked eyes with The Joker seated at your island counter, watching your every move. She looked so at ease, as if she belonged there that it gave you whiplash.

“W-What the.. WHY ARE YOU HERE?! HOW DID YOU—?!”

“Nghh. Too loud.” She groaned and adjusted the bag of frozen peas better on her head. It made you pause and look at her more closely. Her usual pristine suit was disheveled and there was blood on her collar. The sight made your stomach do flip flops.

You set your breakfast down and asked. “Did you get into a fight?”

She snorted and didn’t reply. Her gaze shifted out the window. If you weren’t paying close attention, you would have missed the glassy look in her eye.

Okay, now you were concerned. Joker was a female and entitled to mood swings, but then again, she was tough as nails. Batman hit her vehicle with an RPG just three days ago and she walked away just fine— so to see her so defeated today was jarring.

You had to play this carefully or it could end ugly.

For some unknown reason you weren’t terrified that The Joker was in your apartment. Witnessing her so vulnerable tossed all common sense out the window.

Your exhaustion made you emboldened enough to crack a joke. “Let me guess. You didn’t wear a seatbelt again?” You nodded at her injury.

A brief smirk appeared on her disfigured face. So she remembered. “Tch, he always aims for my head. Stupid jerk.”

You were at a loss. “Who?”

She rolled her eyes, the color of fresh spearmint, and sent you a ‘keep up, will you?’ look. “If you must know.... Bats and I had a fight. It’s whatever. H-he’s always like this. Hurting me n’ all..”

Joker let out a shaky breath and focused intently on your kitchen counter. In that moment she looked so... small. You couldn’t lower your guard however. She was a monster, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re in my apartment.” You added. That earned you an eye roll.

“I was close n’ it felt safe. I wanted..” she let out an airy chuckle, “For once, I wanted to feel safe where someone wouldn't hurt me.”

Her words punched you right in the gut. All this time you feared the woman with the reputation, not once thinking about the woman behind the scars. She was human just like you with feelings and desires.

Speaking of, your gaze dropped down to her lips.

Her signature lipstick was smudged around the edges but you could see the bottom lip was split with dried blood in the corner. Her and Bats had quite some fight and it was apparent that she lost. Joker looked like crap.

You wanted to offer her aid but your sleep deprived mind blurted out the first thing it could think of. “You think my place is safe?”

The thought made you snort. Your place was amazing, and rent was reasonable, but the locale was not great. You were in the rougher side of Chinatown being the closest residential area to the Dixon shipping docks where you worked. You wouldn’t necessarily call it safe.

In Joker’s eyes, your place was a Mecca.

“You promised not to hurt me Y/n, don’t tell me you’re a liar too?” She tried to shake her head but groaning in pain when it became unbearable.

You rushed over to help reposition the bag of peas on her head. She noticeably flinched at your touch although you didn’t notice. Being this close to Joker after spending so many nights with just her phantom was refreshing. Perhaps later you would think back and cringe— right now you spun Joker’s chair around so she could lean her head on your chest.

That addicting blend of roses and lighter fluid seeped into your senses. She was like a balm for your weary bones.

And when her heart shaped face looked up at you, you waited with bated breath to hear what she had to say.

“I like your eyes. There’s so.. kind.” She whispered in awe.

“Kind?” You echoed.

She reached up and caressed your cheekbones. You noticed her nails were painted pitch black today yet your focus shifted to her own eyes. Her sooty lashes fluttered a mile a minute. “Yeah.. safe.”

“Jo—” You sighed when she slumped forward. Great. You were left holding an unconscious criminal in your arms with no clue on what to do next.

This was not on your bingo card for today or any day for that matter. You had plenty of Joker exposure from three days ago to last you a lifetime, but it would be rude if you kicked her out in her current state.

You didn’t know anyone to call (except the police) so you resigned yourself to fate. She came to you in her time of need; you wouldn’t abuse the trust she bestowed upon you.

Without thinking, you scooped Joker up bridal style and headed to bed.

You woke up well rested a little bit after one pm. A con of being on third shift; a completely different sleeping schedule than normal.

You were about to climb out of bed when your body seized up and remembered the events earlier this morning. The Joker was in your apartment! The two of you talked before she..

You glanced over to your right, only to be thoroughly disappointed to find the bed empty. She was gone, as if she was never there to begin with. Was she? Your mind wasn’t thinking straight these days..

If she was, it shouldn’t have bothered you but it did.

You carried her to bed, you removed her shoes— red bottoms to match her lethal body count, and tucked her in. You’d wash the sheets later since her heavy makeup ruined them.

It took you ages to fall asleep, although you weren’t complaining. Having Joker in your bed stroked your male ego. She was a sight you could get used to even if she was a walking red flag. You were thinking with your dick at this point.

Her long green hair called out to you and you played with the ends of it to help you nod off. This tiny wisp of a girl drove you insane with little effort on her part.

She did something to your head that night. It made you gravitate towards her; it made you protective when you had absolutely no right to do so.

She made you realize just how lonely you were and watching her brow furrow in distress, perhaps she was too.

Pulling Joker into the safety of your arms immediately calmed her down even if the price to pay was her nails digging into your skin. She could sink her claws as deep as she liked, you weren’t letting her go. You were hooked.

Obviously you did let go, given the fact that she was gone.

You flopped back on the bed, groaning to yourself until something made contact with your arm. It was smooth to the touch and felt harmless so you rolled over to investigate.

How could you have missed this? A deck of cards was scattered on your bed with the most important one, the Joker, being on top. You picked it up with shaky hands to read the note inscribed in blood red ink.

Until next time.

She even kissed the card wearing her jet black lipstick.

You read the promise over and over and committed her flowery handwriting to memory. It became your new obsession.

Good thing Joker didn’t keep you waiting for long.

An odd arrangement formed between you and Joker. Four days after the dubbed pillow incident, she barged into your living room with a box of assorted doughnuts and watched you play video games all night. You were both terrified and turned on by her play-by-play skills that led to many wins.

Another night, she crashed through your bedroom window and broke her stilettos heel in the process.

You made her blueberry pancakes to feel better and you learned Joker had quite the appetite.

Another random day, you were preparing for work and walked in on her soaking in your bathtub. You tried not to look— really you did, but the temptation was too great. You took in her wet body at a loss for words. The scent of roses swirled in the confined space and made your head swim.

Sickly sweet, just like her.

You were tongue tied when she asked if you wanted to “join her.” The vixen even blew red tinted bubbles your way to entice you!

You foolishly went to work with a hard on.

However other times Joker wasn’t alone when she dropped by. She would storm into your apartment grumbling to herself with a shadow right behind her.

“Uh Joker? Who’s this?” You pointed to the creepy male who was giving you the death glare.

Joker flipped her hair over shoulder while bending down looking for something in your living room, “Does it matter? Whaddya doing tonight, Y/n. I’m booored.”

She said it nearly identical like in your dream weeks back. You walked closer to her, your gaze never leaving the blond watching your every move.

“It’s my night off, you know that.” You chided her.

You used some of your accumulated days off for an extended staycation. You told her about it the last time she came over but apparently things went through one ear and out the other.

Her eyes lit up in delight when she found what she was looking for. You missed her tossing it to her goon since she threw you a question simultaneously. “Oh! Can I stay ov~errrr then?”

“You never asked for permission before.” You fired back.

Your comment earned you a grunt from Joker’s bodyguard and like a flash of lightening, her entire mood shifted. She spun around and held a knife to his throat before you could even blink. Where she kept it wearing that skintight outfit, you didn’t want to know.

“Is there a uh.. problem, Blondie?”

You felt like an outsider watching the altercation unfold. You got to see the real Joker, cold, vindictive, and cutthroat interact with anyone who opposed her. Her angelic voice made her threats even more chilling. In the end Joker giggled and let the guy go who breathed a sigh of relief— but not without giving you the stink eye as he walked out.

Why did it feel awkward all of a sudden? Joker thankfully cleared the air with her next statement.

“Now that’s all settled..” she sauntered over to you and flashed you a sultry smile. “Ya wanna go out with me?”

Y/n.exe has stopped working. You were speechless. She wanted to do what?!

“Out? W-With you?” You managed to say.

Your response made Joker’s grotesque smile falter, though you hardly noticed. “Yes! We can um.. rob Gotham Merchant Bank and go shopping or or! bomb the GCPD headquarters with glitter! No, I got it! We can assassinate the mayor!”

Oh boy this woman was insane. She was practically shaking with excitement.

You smiled softly at Joker while pushing her away. It pained you to see her crestfallen face. How dare you say no to her?

You had to correct your mistake in order to stay alive.

“Or.. we could stay in and watch a movie.” You guided her to sit down on the couch with you.

Joker eyed you in silence as you turned on your tv and opened a streaming service. She didn’t know what to do from here and you could hear the vulnerability in her voice.

“A m-movie?”

Seeing that she was struggling, you selected a good war period film and sat back. It should entertain her bloodlust at least. The opening title appeared and you took Joker by surprise when you pulled her down to cuddle with you.

It may have been super smooth to an outsider but your heart was beating out of your chest.

You were in a lover’s embrace with Gotham City’s deadliest criminal. You didn’t dare move. Joker’s body was like a poised cobra on top of you. If you didn’t feel her steady breathing, she would’ve been a statue.

Gunfire from the movie stole her attention and with each body that fell, you could feel her slowly relaxing into your hold.

Why were you attracted to the crazy ones?

Joker was thinking the same thing. It was ridiculous how quickly she caved in to your request. You didn’t give her a chance to argue, you simply got comfortable and brought her along for the ride.

It was different and overwhelming. Instead of fast-paced heists and the thrill of running away, she was subjected to the calm rhythm of your heart and the dumb acting onscreen. A bright scene lit up the room and it was then Joker took the time to take you in.

You were obviously handsome with a boy next door charm that rotted her teeth. Mama raised you to respect women and not once did you try to make a move on Joker.

The sad part, she wanted you to. You worked out and it showed with your toned arms and rough hands.

She’d seen you lift boxes twice her size with ease and it made her grow wet with possibilities.

What were you like in bed? Were you still a gentleman? A dom? Or a fun combination of both? Ahhh! She needed to know but moments like this were a rarity.

She couldn’t remember the last time someone held her close and just existed. Your eyes were focused on the movie while your hand was busy rubbing soothing circles on her back. You made her feel normal, just a girl hanging out with her boyfriend.

Her minty eyes widened. Were you her boyfriend? The idea kinda excited her.

It was settled. You were her boyfriend whether you liked it or not.

The movie became irrelevant to Joker, your scent, clean with a hint of pine had her eyes falling half-mast and your subdued strength, in the way you held her tight with just one arm, to your heart beating rhythmically in her ear. Safe.

You were safe to Joker and that meant the world to her. In your arms no one could hurt her, not even Bats.

She hoped that she wasn’t too heavy because about twenty minutes into the movie, she was out. You followed her not too long after thinking the same sentiments.

Joker was crazy but you would protect her at all costs.