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jokerschuckletown · 8 months ago

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My very own man

This is a little fic for people who miss Joker a bit ❤

Warnings: 18 + please, angst, violence, smut

Reader is gender neutral, Y/N

You sat in front of the TV, watching commercials when you suddenly heard the phone ring. You couldn't be arsed to get up. You had tried to grasp what you had just watched before and still had tears in your eyes. So the introduction of your answering machine started.

"I'm not at home. Leave a message."

You hoped it wasn't your aunt, who always got upset when you wouldn't answer the phone. But then you heard something else completely.

Someone sang a song to your answering machine in a hauntingly beautiful voice.

"If you go away on this summer day...

Then you might as well take the sun away...

All the birds that flew in the bright blue sky...

When our love was new and our hearts were high...

And the day was young and the night was long...

And the moon stood still for the night bird's song..."

You jumped and picked up the phone, interrupting the mysterious singer "Hello?" you said, but the man continued the song a little bit longer. "This is so beautiful. Such a beautiful voice." you interrupted quietly, touched by the heartfelt lines you just heard the man sing.

"Lee, is this you?" he asked with a cracked voice.

"I'm afraid it's not Lee you speak to. You certainly confused the number, Sir."

An awkward silence followed.

"You have a beautiful voice, too." did he reply then "I'm sorry I confused the number! It's just...it's such a rough day. I had hoped to speak to her. But she wouldn't care anyways. I don't even know if I still truly care. She only wants the Joker..." he let out a deep sigh.

You could literally hear the heartbreak through the receiver.

"The Joker? You mean the guy from the live trial on TV, right? I think they all misunderstood him. He's not what they all think he is! You will see, your Lee will soon realise that the Joker is just who he had said, Arthur Fleck."

"Yeah?!"

"I think one shouldn't follow every hype anyways and believe what some people truly have to say about themselves rather than listening to what the media wants to make out of them. Anyways, You're perfect as you are, man! Look at your beautiful voice and the warmth it holds within!" you tried to cheer him up, but you were truly enchanted by his voice, so it wasn't just politeness.

"It's...Arthur. my name is Arthur. I call from the courthouse?" he sounded shy.

You stared at your TV screen in disbelief. Commercials were still running. You had just watched the trial. Your entire face blushed a hot red. That couldn't be! You had just cried your heart out to Arthur Fleck confessing. You had followed every day of the trial on live television. You had rooted so badly for Arthur and no one in that damn courtroom got him! It was making you go crazy!

But now you could recognise the voice on the other end of the phone. It was the same as the one on TV.

"I'm sorry, this feels surreal." you replied.

"I'm sorry." Arthur said "It's so nice what you just said. What you said about me!"

"I meant that! That's so awkward! You must think I'm just one of these people. Watching the trial for sensationalism and stuff."

"I can't tell. Why DO you watch it then?"

"I watch everything since I saw you on the Murray Franklin Show. To be honest, I think I felt a little understood by what you said on the show."

"Yeah? I still mean it."

"I see!" you giggled "Murray was an asshole!"

"Yes he was!" Arthur giggled too.

"Did they really treat you so bad in Arkham?"

"Yes. I still have bruises on my body. They..." he stopped, choking down memories.

"I'm sorry, it's been rude to ask, Arthur."

"It's okay. No one's asked me how they treat me in here. Ever since I fired my lawyer!"

"You should've kept her. She didn't get you either, but she wanted you out of there. I think they needed to bring up something. The majority of the people out there have no empathy with mentally ill people."

"That's true!" another deep sigh followed.

"You deserve better, Arthur. I wish you so much that you experience better things in life."

"Well that's probably mot going to happen, considering I might get my death sentence in a bit." he laughed a tortured quiet laugh. "But thanks, I wish you good things, too. What's your name?"

"Y/N. I'm Y/N!"

"What a pretty name you have! A pretty name for a pretty voice!"

This made you blush again.

"I'm sorry that Lee is not coming to see the court's decision."

"I don't care anymore. She didn't see me anyway! You should come!" he laughed.

"I could. I live not too far from the courthouse!" you joked, but part of you felt hyped by that idea. You had heard Arthur's voice without knowing who he was and it had sparked something in you. Something that had nothing to do with how media painted this man.

"I would love to meet the person with this pretty voice, before they fry me!" he sounded serious. Arthur felt something real for a change. Someone who sounded honest. Maybe it would be nice to meet you. Get to meet someone real before he faced the inevitable. "So, are you coming?" he asked in a childlike tone, not even trying to hide his excitement.

"Hey Fleck! Hurry up! It should have started three minutes ago!" an officer shouted from the other end of the corridor.

"Do you?" Arthur asked again. Preparing himself to get a disappointing answer.

"I will come! Promised. I hope they let me in!" you squealed through the phone.

Then suddenly you heard a loud bang and shattering glass.

"Oh fuck!" you heard Arthur shout "There's a fire! I have to hang up, Y/N! It was so nice to meet you!" Beepbeep!

You stared at the TV. They broadcasted the explosion within the courtroom for a few seconds before they switched the program.

Arthur was crawling along the corridor. Flames were taking over from the direction of the courtroom. He remembered the way to the bathrooms and hurried there to get away from the heat.

In the bathroom he searched for anything to break the bars in front of the window. The only thing he could come up with was the porcellain sinks, so he tore and kicked until he managed to get one off the wall. Repeatedly he swung the sink against the bars. To his surprise, the lock of the entire window opened. Fresh air awaited him and he took a deep breath before he climbed out of the window and landed in the backyard of the courtroom. It was eerily quiet here. There led a gate away from the building and Arthur just took the chance. It wasn't locked. As he entered a small alleyway, he heard another explosion. Smoke came now out of the open bathroom window as well. He had escaped the fire just in time! Now Arthur started to run. Run away from all the noise. He had no idea where to, he just needed to get far away.

You hadn't grabbed your coat when you left your small apartment and hurried towards the centre. You just had to see if Arthur was rescued. One could see the smoke cloud from far away. You ran blind into its direction.

Arthur thought about that Lee had told him that she lived in his old apartment building now. So he took a different route and headed towards his old neighbourhood. What other choice did he have, than to try if Lee would take him back or at least help him?

He thought about you too, but he had no idea where you lived.

He was completely out of breath when he reached the goddamn endless stairs that led to his old neighbourhood.

Exhausted he took one step after another. 'One last flash of energy, Arthur!' He gathered all his strength and started running up the rest of the stairs.

Suddenly he was hit. Another person had bumped into him. It happened so fast.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't look!" you cried out.

"What?!" Arthur didn't know what hit him, did he recognise your voice.

When you both looked up, your heads crashed together and a dull pain hit you in the nose. Followed by your lukewarm blood running down from it. You stared at Arthur, who also held his nose. Blood smeared all over his fingers and dropped down onto his yellow shirt. You recognised the leftover grease paint on his temples and along his jawline. It was him!

"Is this really you?" he asked quietly, his voice was shaky.

"Yes, Arthur." you couldn't grasp what just happened.

When you and Arthur stood there, bleeding from the noses, you just looked at each other. It hit your hearts harder than the impact on your noses. It was intense. You could not speak anymore. And it didn't matter. Words did not matter in this very moment.

You grabbed Arthur's cold hand and together you climbed the rest of the stairs. Slowly. And slowly you went into your apartment building. It was a block away from Arthur's old one. The elevator took achingly long, but then a ping signalised you its arrival on your level.

The door of your apartment fell smoothly into its lock behind you both. You guided Arthur into your bathroom where you helped him wash his face. Both your bleeding had stopped by now. Maybe it was the shock. You didn't exchange a single word the entire time.

Carefully you rubbed blood from his upper lip. He smiled at you, with his eyes half closed. You then washed off the leftover grease paint on his face.

"There you are." you whispered and looked at his face "How beautiful you are."

He stared back at you. A little bit of pride showed up on his face when you complimented him "Says the prettiest person I ever saw!" he replied. Dead serious.

"Now you're just trying to charm me!" you giggled. But you noticed how he couldn't take his eyes off you.

Arthur took the washcloth out of your hand and drenched it again. Then so very gently, did he start to wash the blood off your face. He traced the curves of your lips, losing himself in your features.

Arthur truly did not know what hit him. Was that the real feeling? It was so different from what he had always imagined. And so different from how he had felt about Lee. Was it the right kind of fate this time? That he had confused the number and reached you instead of Lee? And the explosion in the courthouse that set him free, was that fate as well?

It was so much to process, but he felt too engaged in the present, where you let him touch your face with his fingertips now. He ran them along your cheeks. Then he lifted your chin. You were locked in his green eyes. A clumsy kiss of him woke you up. When he parted from you again, you wanted to feel more. So you leaned forwards and returned another kiss. But one that parted his lips and made his heart race at the taste of you in his mouth. You dove your fingers into his brown curls and he descended completely into the exchange of affection with you. You were so very drawn to each other. As if the atoms in your body belonged together. That force was so strong, you stood there hugging and kissing each other for half an hour. The world around you stopped turning. Nothing mattered anymore.

You were taken out of this trance like state by the harsh ringing of the telephone.

You tried to ignore it. But the caller rang a second time. And a third time.

"It's probably important. You should get it." Arthur said and withdrew from the embrace. You agreed and hurried to finally take third attempt of the call.

"Yes? Ah it's you." you sighed when you heard your aunt on the other end of the line. Arthur had followed you and looked around the small living room. Shyly keeping his hands behind his back, he looked at your stuff.

"Have you seen the news!? Do you still see the smoke?!"

"Yes and no, I don't know if there's still smoke. Someone bombed the courthouse!"

"Are you near a television? You need to watch the news!"

"I can switch it on." you huffed.

Arthur did.

"There's evidence that one of the two completely burnt bodies is that of Mr. Fleck. He had not yet entered the courtroom and stayed with an officer in the back of the building, which was struck by another explosion just minutes after the first one." the news speaker informed.

"Did you hear that?! The Joker is dead!" your aunt yelled "It's over! What a tragedy! I kinda liked him!"

You had to suppress a laugh "Yeah, tragic. It's over."

"Can you still see smoke?"

"No auntie, I can't!"

"Interesting...I'll call you next week! What a tragedy!" with that your aunt hung up again.

Now you could laugh out loud. And you couldn't stop anymore.

It contaminated Arthur and so you both laughed your hearts out together. Arthur clung to you when you joined him on the sofa. He couldn't process the new reality. All he knew was that he was so lucky not to be alone in this very moment. He couldn't believe he trusted someone so easily again, after everything. But it came so natural to him. Your presence felt so safe. And you had opened your space and your arms to him.

When your laughter calmed down, you just stayed put. Holding onto each other.

"I have no idea what to do next." Arthur confessed.

"Me neither. But we'll figure it out, don't we? You can stay as long as you want, Arthur."

Arthur felt a stab in his heart. Did you think he would leave eventually? Or did you even expect him to? What if you were only polite and you actually dreaded him being here?

You noticed that too many thoughts were running through his head and intervened immediately.

"I mean that. You can stay, if that's what you want. I would like you to. I don't know if that's silly or naive of me, but don't you feel it too, Arthur? What's this between us?"

He just nodded.

"I only know you a minute, but I feel like you've been in my life since forever." you stroke the back of his hand.

"Like it has never been different?" his voice cracked.

You nodded.

Now he held your hand very tight. He needed that so much.

"But if you stay, I'll make you a day...like no day has been or will be again..." he hummed.

You carressed his temples and his cheeks and he nestled his face into your palm and closed his eyes.

Everything felt so far away from him while he was here with you.

You both were getting lazy and tired and just like that you cuddled onto the small sofa. You rested your head on Arthur's chest. His heartbeat calmed you. You could feel his breath tickle your ear. He was already asleep. You could take in his scent. It was such a new scent, but it smelled so wonderful. Like a new home. You wrapped your arms and legs around him. You locked him in. Into your heart as well.

You opened your eyes to an unfamiliar bedroom. The other side of the bed was empty and for a second you panicked. But as you looked towards the window, your Arthur sat in front of the small dresser. His back was facing to you and a thick cloud of cigarette smoke surrounded his half naked body.

In the mirror you saw the reflection of his face that was painted plain white. He had applied the base of his clown make up.

Quietly yawning, you crawled to the foot end of the bed and reached your hand out to him, barely able to touch him, but he saw you in the mirror and sent you a warm look.

"What are you up to, Baby?" you asked.

"It's Thursday, I wanted to celebrate already!" he replied, the cigarette dangling from his white lips and smoke emerging from his nose.

You stretched yourself out on the bed, still facing the foot end. Excitement started to bubble up in you. Arthur stood up and let the fingertips of his left hand run over your naked back. It sent tingles from your spine up to the back of your head. You stretched out a bit more and felt a comfortable sensation in your tummy. His eyes looked intensely green when they were surrounded by the white grease paint. You had to admit this look excited you.

You hadn't seen Arthur in his trademark make up yet. At least not live in front of you. It wasn't something you'd ever ask of him.

It just so happened that after moving here to your new apartment, Arthur had confessed to you that sometimes he missed being Joker. And that wasn't because he regretted having told the public that there was no Joker. He still stood behind his statement from back then. He meant that there was no Joker like they wanted him to be.

He was Arthur all along and Joker was part of him.

It was more so that now, since he was free from everything, this part of his personality demanded more exploration. In a surrounding that was not traumatizing. In a safe space. Where he could test himself out and see what Joker still meant to him. And he had wanted to wait for a grand occasion for that to happen. And what would be a better occasion than Halloween?

You were invited to a party at your new work tonight and everyone was supposed to come in a costume.

It was your second Halloween together. The first was spent locked in your old apartment, dreaming about your future together. Back in Gotham City. Back where Arthur couldn't go out, because the risk of him being recognised would have been too high.

Since then, things had changed. You had found a new place to live. New work. You were enjoying your small life, mostly alone together. You had grown on each other much more. The intensity between you had not left. You were soulmates through and through.

It helped you to get through rough patches together. Not everything was alright. Arthur's soul wasn't cured. And yours wasn't either. But there was now someone to hold on to.

Any breakdowns, any falls were answered with absolute understanding and comforting arms. Sometimes receiving so much affection was hard for Arthur. He had never known it. And often he struggled with trusting if it was real or not. Or if he deserved it or not. Sometimes he even doubted if you really meant it.

Today was not such a day. His fingers played with your hair now. He sat down next to your stretched out body. When he softly stroked along your side with his palm, exploring the curves of your body more daringly. You turned on your back for him and noticed the wonder in his eyes when he explored more of you. He looked like he lost himself for a moment. But then his cigarette was about to finish and he snapped out of it. He stood up and stubbed it out in the ashtray on the dresser.

"Maybe it's awkward to ask you this, but could you..." he paused "...could you paint my face today?" now shyness peaked through from under all the white grease paint and he could hardly look at you.

"I would feel very honoured to do that, Arthur!" you stated and felt your heart stumble from excitement.

"Good..." he looked nervous now and already lit himself the next cigarette "I...I have to make a new good memory with this. To erase some other."

You knew what he meant. Arthur had told you about this first experience with Lee. It was no secret that he felt regret about it now. That he felt awkward how she suddenly didn't want to kiss him without his make up on anymore.

But you were kissing and making love with him since more than a year now and never once asked for anything "Joker". You truly cared about this aspect of him. But as part of Arthur and nothing else. You wanted him to feel comfortable to start exploring it more in this new life. So you advised him to find a day when his mood would be in the right place and today it seemed to be.

"Do you want to do it now?" he asked.

"If you're ready? I am!" you smiled at him and sat up on the bed.

"Yeah?!" his eyes lit up and he grabbed all the make up and brushes and threw them onto the bed. Then he sat down next to you again.

He helped you open the lid of the paint. First came the blue. You had memorized every detail from his Joker make up and could have probably painted it with closed eyes. But now Arthur closed HIS eyes, as you gently applied the paint for the triangles. Then came the red for the nose. The eyebrows. And then his clown smile. And that's where your body reacted with arousal. He was so into that. To be touched there by you and by the brush. You enjoyed watching him descend into lust.

You could both feel the tension between each other. He had to gasp for air. The tingles had made him feel dizzy. The emotions he felt made him want to feel you very close now. He needed to feel and not only see that it was you who painted his make up. He felt as if the paint, no the colours were melting onto him. A sensation he had not had before. Arthur knew that you felt in colours sometimes, but hadn't experienced it himself yet. He was scared that his imagination twisted reality too far in this very moment.

He opened his eyes to you. You were waiting for him to adjust. Of course you had noticed! He could not fathom that you sensed him so well.

You did not ask him if you should rather stop here. You knew he would signalise you if that was neccessary. Arthur looked at you. The brush still in your hand. He tasted the red paint on his lips. It felt like coming home to something else that had been missing all this time without him realising how much. But something was new.

This did not happen because he was upset and ready to blow up his own life. He did not know that this aspect of him existed even in the absence of great pain. That he was allowed to dive into this and it would not solely be about imagination. This here right now was very real. With his real partner applying this mask on him. But so carefully and so aware of the heavy meaning this had for him.

Pure romance spread through Arthur's being. He was blessed with a lightness that reminded him indeed of the old romance movies he loved so much. The only dangerous weapon was his desire for your pure love and for your beautiful body, for the connection with his one and only partner in crime. Which you truly were. Having taken him into your world, him, a former killer.

His desires were caught by your welcoming embrace and your flirtatious words. About how he made you go crazy with this beautiful make up on and with the confidence he was now free to show in different ways than before. Some people needed alcohol or any other sort of drug to losen up and be more daring. Arthur needed to be what he craved the most. Himself in a safe surrounding. Your forever clown boy. A romantic through and through.

You let him melt into you to have this little celebration turn into a moment that was very intimate and personal to you both. His face paint got all over your body. The sheer pleasure lifted you higher and higher. This was not only about him. It was about your bond through your very own love language. One only you and Arthur could understand. It was a special dance. You felt like floating in Joker's arms. The next moment you rode on a storm and you felt his laughter vibrate against your chest while he held you so tight and while he poured all of his desire into you with a deep moan.

"Come on, we're gonna be late!" Arthur sounded almost childlike. He was so very excited to present like this tonight. As your partner. As your clown. And nobody would know what it truly meant. You neatly combed his now green curls back while he impatiently lit himself a cigarette. You had dyed his hair in a hurry after your love making session and had decided to go for hair dye that was not permanent.

You've had to apply the make up a second time and it had been so hard to do so, because you were both still high from the time before and Arthur was all giggly.

He looked at himself and then at you behind him in the mirror. He had painted your face too. One of a harlequin. With a blue tear under your left eye. He was very proud of that he was allowed to invent a trademark make up for you. You were his clown partner now.

It had been not been a miracle to find the exact clothes for Arthur that he always used to wear as Joker, as these clothes were now sold as costumes almost everywhere. The Joker wasn't forgotten after more than a year. Arthur Fleck was. Almost. But never for you. He took your hand.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yeah. And don't be nervous, they're quite nice people there."

Arthur took a deep breath and off you went.

The place was already crowded. The diner you worked at was decorated full force in Halloween spirit. All sorts of costumes were to be seen. Cat women and vampires, zombie girls and werewolves, but no other clowns.

"Look at that! Y/N has brought the Joker!" one of your coworkers shouted amused.

"Wow, I didn't know Y/N's partner was actually that handsome!" another whispered to her.

"Isn't everyone handsome in that outfit? It has something so weirdly appealing and...and...erotic." they giggled.

You wanted to check the buffet, but were stopped by your boss and his boyfriend, who were dressed as zombies.

"It's so nice you came and brought your partner!" then he and his boyfriend introduced themselves to Arthur.

"Incredible how authentic your costume is! You even made the scar?" your boss complimented him.

"Oh no, I just happen to have the same scar as him. We thought it's funny!" Arthur replied confidently, his eyes were carrying this spark. He felt weirdly excited, like a kid that was stealing candy in a shop.

"And you're the new Harley Quinn of Joker?" your boss joked.

"No. It's his clown partner in crime and not Harley Quinn." Arthur's eyes went dark and the tone dropped to a serious one.

"Aha?...alright! Then, go on, have fun! The buffet is exquisite tonight!" your boss awkwardly grabbed his boyfriend and off they were.

"I'm sorry...I startled them!" Arthur sighed, looking a little defeated.

"You were alright! I love you so much!" you kissed him right in front of the buffet, getting red paint on your lips. Again.

You talked to a few other coworkers that night, who pointed out the shocking resemblance with the Joker. And Arthur got a bit tired by all the questions and suggestions. Only he knew who the Joker really was. What he would do at a party like this. That he wouldn't desire to bomb the party and kill random people. Or that mentally ill people don't deserve to be called nutcases or whatever they all called Joker this night. What flattered him though, were the people who talked fondly of the Joker. And who confessed how sexy that man was and how sexy he, your partner looked in that costume.

"I bet your man is even more handsome without all this!" your favourite coworker said to you.

"I have to admit that I come to love both versions of him." you smiled at her and then at Arthur who stood a little bit away, inspecting the buffet.

He grabbed a grape that had googly eyes made of frosting. A big smile formed on his face before he let it disappear in his mouth. A bit of juice ran down his lips as he bit down on it and hastily he grabbed a napkin. He certainly wasn't made for fancy dinners and such. But here in the diner the people didn't mind or even noticed. He felt comfortable, even though the busy party was a bit overwhelming.

You noticed he looked a bit lost and joined him again.

"Oh Baby, I'm glad we already made love at home, or I wouldn't have been able to hold back and I would have to have you here somewhere more private right now..." you whispered in his ear and kissed him softly on the clown cheek. His green curls were wrapped around your fingertips, when Arthur grabbed your hip and pressed you against him. Partly to hide what your words did spark in his lower body region. You felt it and stayed close, giggling into his chest.

"Awww look at those lovebirds!" sighed one coworker "I surely would have loved to have a Joker for myself too!"

They only played modern eighties hits that night, but Arthur dragged you to dance to every love song in his old fashioned way. It startled or amused some people, but none of you both cared. You were so engaged in your own bubble. Flirting and love making through the exchange of looks and subtle tender touches.

You went home earlier than planned, because the tension between your bodies had built up so intensely, you just wanted to finally descend into a night of sleeping with each other. A long session of exchanging affection was waiting for you and it became unbearable to stay in a public place.

Flirting along, you walked home in the dark, cold October night.

Suddenly you heard voices behind you.

"So outdated! A Joker costume?! Really?! And what's that?! A poor version of Harley Quinn?!"

You turned around. It was a group of men your age. Arthur held your hand tight.

"It's actually not Harley Quinn, it's someone much better. It's the love of my life! But it's the Joker, yes! I'd be careful what to say!" he let out.

You prayed that with that the guys would just move on.

But it didn't happen. It escalated so quickly that you couldn't really process how it happened that you found yourself tackled by two guys and Arthur was held back by two other guys. You kicked your feet trying to free yourself. They were touching you everywhere, it sent you into a dissociative state. You only heard the voices around you in muffled tones, as you left your body for a moment.

But then you made out Arthur's voice, how he threatened to murder them all. That sent you back to full consciousness when you noticed that one of the guys screamed in sheer agony. Arthur had freed himself from their grip and was now tackling one of them down onto the asphalt with a strength you had never seen in him. He was completely out of it. In absolute survival mode.

You started crying, as you knew what this state made him be capable of. And no matter what these guys did to both of you, you needed to avoid that Arthur killed any of them. It would ruin everything for him. You could not let this happen to him again. You didn't care about the men. Your only focus was on Arthur and preserving what he had built for himself here. You gathered all your strength and struggled yourself free. You rushed to your boyfriend who was holding down the screaming man.

"Arthur!" you cried "Don't do this to yourself! Don't do this to us!" you grabbed him by the shoulder and he didn't react. So you threw yourself onto his back and clung to him screaming, begging for him to let go of the guy. It took a minute and you had managed to struggle Arthur to the ground. Now sitting on him, pressing down. He was startled and it turned a switch in him. He turned around to face you.

You stayed sitting on him. Reaching your hands out to cup his face. You leaned down, pressing your lips onto his, heavily breathing onto him. "Do you feel me? I'm here, Arthur. I'm here. I'm okay. You're okay. They're not gonna hurt us anymore." you kept talking to him. Soothing him back.

The guys stood there watching. Startled and surprised by the turn of the events. The guy on the ground got up and went a little bit away. "That Joker's name is Arthur on top of all? Are you serious?" one whispered.

"Total nutcases if you ask me...Look at them!" another replied.

They were staring at you in disbelief.

It must have looked odd to them. You were sitting on Arthur while he was in full Joker mode. Kissing him repeatedly until his eyes finally focused on you. A warmth spread through your body then. There he was! He had finally calmed down. And if nothing ever happened, he just smiled and looked at you lovingly. "My love." he quietly said "An angel."

Arthur tried hard to dissociate from what had just happened. But it didn't really work. He had felt this full force. He would not have stopped if it wasn't for you. He would never do something like that to you. Let you watch him murder someone, like he did let watch Gary back then. No, this was a damage he would never cause to your relationship.

But just now he almost did because he feared for yours and his safety. This world was so cruel. Even here in this new place. It would have felt so unbearable again if he wouldn't have felt your full body weight on himself. It literally grounded him. There was so much in his life now that made it worth it to keep going. So many more moments of joy and laughter and love. Oh, how much he loved you! He felt his heart was stumbling. You were his! Arthur grabbed your shoulders to pull you closer into a tight embrace. He laughed out loud while he pressed you against him.

"You are fucking crazy!" one of the guys shouted at you, as the group distanced themselves from you. They heard Arthur's laughter for another while. They were so very creeped out. It filled the empty streets until he needed to kiss you very badly.

You were almost making out on the asphalt. But you stopped him gently. "Let's go home. I want you to dance with me to our music at home. I need you so much, Arthur."

You climbed off him and offered him a hand.

He clung to you on the way home. It still felt so good to be in Joker mode. And you enjoyed it visibly. So he kept romancing you. Stealing almost withered red roses from a garden you walked by. Engaging you in little dances on empty roads. Sharing his cigarettes with you and swirling you around. You were so smitten and lost. You wanted to give yourself to this man in his red suit and screaming green hair that matched his gleaming eyes so perfectly.

You could not help but feel aroused by the thought of what he was capable of doing. This dangerous air around him. You knew it came from a history of pain and suffering. But you knew such pain and suffering as well and in a way it made you feel like nothing could ever break you or Arthur. You were both still here. You made it through just another cruel event on the long list of heaviness in your lives. You survived once again. Arthur would have killed for you. It sent a thrill through your body. The possibility of it.

You craved to be one with him again. And you did hardly close the door to your apartment when you immediately let him melt into you. Your souls met in an explosion of your senses. He handled you gentle but forceful. Arthur wanted you as badly as you wanted him. You felt like he fucked his frustration and adrenaline away. But never once did you not feel held and cherished. His now sweaty green curls were tickling your face when he caressed you with his smeared lips inbetween. The carpet in the entrance of your apartment left imprints on your body. You didn't mind. You only felt Arthur so intensely like never before since you had started to have sex with each other. You were in absolute heaven of pleasure and the feeling of being so desired.

You had somehow made it into bed that night, because in the morning you woke up next to your Arthur who was nuzzled into his pillow. He was still asleep. You tenderly kisses his left temple. He opened his eyes to you. "Hey..." he whispered lovingly.

"Hey..." you dipped your nose into his still green curls.

"Maybe next Halloween we go to the fair?" he chuckled and reached for his first morning smoke. You nestled your face on his chest, playing with the hair around his nipples, while he stroked your back and puffed away on the cigarette. He was so very much at ease. He thought about the events from last night.

"What do people always think about me? I'm not a copy or something made up. I'm my very own man. If only they looked closer."

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jokerschuckletown · 8 months ago

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meeting joker and telling him about the sequel

i had this idea for a long time but i was overwhelmed with emotions to write ✍️ i needed to comfort myself and arthur moots who love him also if u love joker and his sarcasm this is a fanfiction to make u smile we deserve a laugh after the trauma we watched on screen it's my way of mocking todd and the sequel if anyone gets offended please don't hate me it's only a fiction and my way of coping with the tragedy as artie said " smile and put on a happy face "

u had a dream of meeting arthur every day and today was no different but this time u were going to watch him put the clown makeup 💄 he was getting dressed as joker for a halloween party with his clown supporters 🤡 u were so excited u could not stop smiling at his reflection in the mirror 🪞 arthur smirked at u he knew u loved it when he painted his face with that brush, it did make u jorny u were getting impatient to touch him but u had to behave sitting on his bed looking at the clown plushies on his desk it was a gift from his fan, u knew how much arthur adored soft toys since his childhood days he never had the money to buy them and stood in front of the toy shop looking at the cute clown toy 🪀 he wished someone would buy it but who would buy it for sweet little innocent artie the shop lady only smiled at him he had shared this memory with u long time back

you were so lost in your thoughts u didn't notice arthur had finished his clown make up and walked outside the room to wear his red suit you wanted to dress him this time u touched his hand " artie do u mind if i button your shirt " arthur nodded his head and u started buttoning his shirt he had this mischievous smile on his face when u stared in his eyes u saw a dark shade u pretended to ignore it when you finished with the last button u looked away but arthur was in a mood to tease u he pushed u on the bed and u fell with him your hair was on your face arthur touched every strand and it made u nervous this was the first time he was touching u and he kissed your cheek while whispering in your ears " look at me " when u opened your eyes arthur moved closer to kiss your lips but then your phone started ringing arthur was upset and u giggled at him , he was annoyed " what is this weird tone " u pulled yourself up and checked your phone " it's a smartphone arthur " arthur saw his picture on your homescreen but it was a different suit color he looked confused " i don't remember wearing this suit " u smiled at him " it's in the court trail scenes u wear a brown suit " arthur was curious to know about this movie u didn't wanna talk about it because of the things that happened to him but u knew your artie was going to watch it whether u liked it or not he needed answers u decided to ignore the call and make excuses but arthur gave u that look u knew if u ignored him he was going to reach for the phone and watch it himself

u played that short clip of him dancing in blue suit 💙 arthur eyes lit with joy he could not believe he was tap dancing in front of a live audience there were people cheering for him loudly clapping, whistling and he saw the murray band arthur moved closer to u " this is so cool i can't believe i am such a good dancer " u smiled at him " yes u are artie " and then arthur asked u " i wanna watch more clips " u were in trouble how could u play the tragic moments when artie was hurt u decided to show him the screen shot pics u had downloaded from websites artie was curious like a cat watching u slide the pics when he saw the beanie pic he said " i am wearing a beanie " in his cute baby voice and u almost had tears in your eyes u put your head on arthur shoulders and showed him fan edits on tumblr arthur was getting emotional how many people supported and defended him when he saw ricky he asked " who is this kid " u sighed " he is your fan he adores u " artie said " my fan i thought he was a supporter " no arthur he was your fan he adores and loves u like me and many fans on tumblr " arthur was confused " why did u say he was a fan what happened to ricky " u had to hold arthur hand it was difficult to tell him about that night but u had to be brave and speak the truth " artie he i don't know how to say it was a tragic event inside the aslyum " a tear fell down his cheek and u wiped it u were going to tell him further about that night but u knew u would break his heart and u were here to make him smile so u decided to talk about his lawyer catherine to change the topic " u have a supportive lawyer she did her best to prove your innocence " arthur smiled at her picture " she is so kind " yes she is a kind hearted woman but u fired her

arthur gave u a weird look and u had to tell him about lee " i didn't wanna talk about this lady but she was pretending to be your biggest fan and lover she manipulated u to fire your lawyer

arthur could not believe it and u had to show him lee clip lying about his lawyer and he chuckled " she is my girlfriend i hope she was not a delusion like sophie and i saw her singing in that clip building a mountain 🏔️ u faked a laugh and nodded " yes she is a singer in reality and has a big fandom but she is an evil manipulative liar in your world arthur "

arthur made a face " hmm i smell jealousy " u were annoyed he was mocking u but he was the joker in the moment u slapped his shoulder in a playlful way and arthur squealed " ouch that hurts " u had to change the topic cause u hated lee , u showed the clip of him watching a movie and getting emotional " arthur smiled again " i am watching a movie inside a movie this is one of my favourite movie have u watched it " no artie i have not watched it

arthur pulled u closer " we need to watch it together it's a beautiful movie i have the vhs 📼 tape " u were excited to watch a movie with arthur " i would love watching it with u artie" and then u mentioned about him singing in the aslyum arthur watched it with enthusiasm and u clapped loudly cheering for him and he shaked his head in a cute way " u see you are a star arthur " arthur could not smiling " u really made my day this is better than going out partying with those boring clowns " u laughed and kissed his cheek

arthur was going to watch more clips but u had to stop him from scrolling u didn't want him to find the truth about the tragic ending and the guards in arkham but you knew arthur was smart he saw the fear in your eyes " what happened sweetheart u were so happy to show me my clips are u hiding something from me it's okay u can tell me " u moved from the bed and arthur thought u were going to leave the room but u put your phone on the table and came back to sit on arthur lap he smiled and kissed your cheeks this was your safe space in arthur loving arms u could feel his breathe on your face and his emerald eyes staring into your soul he was so beautiful u touched his brown curls and arthur kissed your hand being so gentle u were happy he was close to u even if it was a dream and u woke up on empty bed these few moments were heaven and bliss

arthur spoke in his soft voice " tell me sweetheart what happened in the movie what made u upset i wanna know who is the villain of my story if they made a sequel i am sure they had a plot to explore after i shot murray "

you stare into arthur eyes and spoke in a serious tone ' artie u know u are the strongest man i ever met in my life and i have seen u go through the worst things this sequel was made to prove u are still arthur but the way they treated u made me angry the movie starts with an animation joking about arthur and also joker being his shadow the guards torturing " u started sobbed but continued to speak "it's the first scene of u getting mocked by the same guards they are monsters artie evil and heartless i can't tell u the rest of the things but u were so brave they could not break your will power to survive and the ending scene is the villain who " u stopped arthur was listening with patience but u felt pain in your chest u had to fight to breathe arthur knew the symptoms he hugged u and whispered words in your ear " breathe darling it's okay i am here i am fine nobody is going to hurt me " u closed your eyes and put your ears on arthur chest his heart beat calmed u while arthur kissed your hair u closed your eyes whispering arthur name

arthur didn't speak for minutes but he could hear your breathing going back to normal he spoke again " darling do you mind if i get u a glass of water " u nodded your head and arthur had gently put u back on his bed u didn't want him to leave he kissed your hand " i will be back " u asked " promise me u are not going to leave me " arthur said " i promise " he walked outside the room u could hear the sound of his shoes tapping on the floor he was a romantic at heart and when he was in the joker outfit he was more playful in his walk , u called him your romeo and he felt u were his juliet

u waited for a few minutes worried if he leaves u alone in the room and never comes back but u heard his foot steps he came back with a gentle smile on his face u could not stop admiring him he was so beautiful when arthur handed u the glass u expected him to sit right next to you but he held the glass of water till u finished drinking and then wiped your tears with his handkerchief u felt like a kid being pampered by a guardian but arthur was always a sweetheart he knew how nobody had ever done anything good for him but he had to treat u with love since u were the only good thing in his tragic life

arthur sat next to you but didn't touch you he wondered if u needed space he knew u were hurt after watching the sequel " u don't have to speak if it makes u sad and heartbroken i am here no matter what u saw on the screen i am still here and i am not going anywhere i will stay with u as long as u need me "

u decided u had to tell the truth but u could not look in arthur eyes it would break your heart u knew arthur lap was one of the most comforting space and u slept on his lap while arthur touched your hair " artie i can't believe what i saw there was this crazy inmate who pretended to tell u a joke u looked so beautiful in that scene but i knew what was going to happen i kept closing my eyes and ears when he hurt u i felt the worst pain my heart i felt like he was stabbing me many times i was dying i could not move from my chair i felt paralysed " u started crying again and arthur whispered " shhh darling it's okay i am here " u woke up and touched arthur face and arthur had tears in his eyes he had ruined his makeup u hated that u were the reason he was crying " i am sorry arthur i am so sorry i wish i never watched that scene it haunts me in my sleep " u touched arthur green vest and pulled it up to see any marks on his stomach but there were no scars he was safe and u kissed him right there arthur had closed his eyes he knew how much u loved him and this was your overprotective mind touching him, he held your face with gentleness ' i love you and i want u to know i am so lucky i found u your love protects me from every evil thing " u hugged him and cried on his shoulders arthur pulled out his journals he had to make u smile " u wanna hear a joke " yes artie and arthur said knock knock who's there it's the joker he escaped arkham and killed the guards they are dead " u felt bad for laughing but this was your arthur dark sense of humor mocking those idiots for hurting him and u loved it

"do u wanna watch a movie with me " u smiled " yes artie but what about the halloween party " arthur rolled his eyes in a playful way and spoke in a childish tone " nobody cares about me i get bored of them shouting my name " u laughed and arthur danced like carnival to cheer u up and then walked backwards in style to pull out the tapes from the shelve u were curious to see the name it was his favourite Chaplin movie and u smiled at him he held his hand like a gentleman and u touched it , arthur walked with u in his living room and u waited for him to play the movie but his telephone 📞 started ringing arthur tapped his feet loudly on the floor he looked annoyed but at the same time he was trying his best to make u laugh and he said be right back in a minute sweetie enjoy your popcorn 🍿 and left the room in a storm u sat giggling he was such a cutie u could hear him speaking loudly on the phone " i am not attending the party i have a cold i am gonna stay at home ask my supporters to cancel it or if they wish to celebrate it without me it's fine good night folks " u had to put your hands on your mouth to surpress the laughter and then he came back in swag " hi darling let's watch the movie do you mind if i take a seat next to you " and u pulled arthur on your lap he almost tripped and fell on the sofa and he made that annoying face u kissed his cheeks and arthur put his hands on your shoulders holding the remote in the other hand u could not believe this was happening even if it was a dream u were so blessed sitting next to arthur watching the movie while he was busy watching the screen u were staring at his beautiful face and hearing that cute laugh your heart was full of love u whispered joker and he looked at u worried if something was wrong but then u touched his face and pulled him into a kiss arthur could not stop smiling and u were happy he was safe with u ❤️‍🩹

#arthur fleck #joker

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