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ohallthecrushes · 5 years

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I got you stuck in my head, isn't it funny? //Joker x Reader

A/N: It supposed to be short without much of a plot, but it expanded on something bigger. I posted it also here. I hope you'll enjoy it. Let me know what you think. :)

Pairing: Joker/Reader

Contains: smut obviously, no condom, some swearing, bit of a blood, a little abuse at the end.

Word Count: 4,971

Summary: You're locked in Arkham State Hospital. You've met Arthur Fleck during a group therapy, you exchanged looks with him and sometimes smiles, but you didn't really talk with each other, he was too shy to approach you and you wanted to keep your guard up in a place like this, so you kinda avoided him. Later on, he left the hospital, while you stayed until the present day.Some time passed by and you forgot about Arthur, but he didn't forget about you.

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You were rolling over for hours, couldn't sleep at all. Your eyelids were heavy and your face buried deeper into a pillow, because you couldn't find a position that would help you relax your body, so if you suffocated yourself then maybe you'd fall asleep. Or at least loose your conscious, that would be close enough.

You turned again on your back, eyes wide open as you looked blankly at the ceiling, counting seconds of how long you could last without blinking. You knew, you could call for a nurse and ask her to give you sleeping pills, but you were locked in an isolation room and to get anyone here in the middle of the night, required having to make a lot of noise and screaming, and you would risk to be strapped to the bed later for insubordination. Even though you'd asked for seclusion, hospital staff didn't give a single shit whether someone was locked there under duress or voluntarily, you didn't behave - they strapped you down.

34 seconds.

Why did you ask for isolation? Because you liked it here - the silent, the solitude, having your own room, and no one was disturbing you with crying or screaming. You were far away from everyone.

You shifted your body on a side and shut your eyes, counting your breath leaving your nostrils, your muscles slowly let go of any tension that had been hid inside your body, and you felt like you were finally able to drift into a sweet oblivion.

The time stopped ticking and you didn't know how long you'd been lying in that almost sleeping state, unaware of your surroundings. It was until your ears caught a slightly noise coming somewhere around you and you fought with your conscious to stay asleep, but your eyes blinked open pulling you out of the dreamless land. You raised your head off the pillow trying to recognize the sound, it was a low rustle from the other side of the room, just behind the closed door. Maybe it was a nurse walking down the hallway checking if everything was okey. You blinked few times more, but whoever was making the noise didn't go away. They were standing right behind the door, you could only see a shadow through the crack moving around, and hear steps walking from left to right and right to left as if someone was uncertain whether to knock or go away.

At this point you knew it couldn't be a nurse.

The steps stopped for a second, making you think that the person maybe decided to leave you alone, but suddenly you heard a rustling sound somewhere near the door-knob and with one simple move the lock being turned open. You jumped out of the bed right away, ready to get to the switch to turn the lights on, but the door jiggled open, paralyzing you with the light coming from the hallway. You covered your face with your hand glancing through your fingers to the silhouette looming at the doorway. You couldn't see their face nor the clothes under this angle, it was like you were looking at the shadow, not a real person. You felt dizzy and it was cause both from jumping out of the bed too fast and pills that you'd been taking only at night due to their side effects like dizziness.

As when you thought this couldn't get any more frightening and surreal, the lights in your room had been switched on, drenching you and the other person with a white almost painful glow. You blinked and lower your hand slightly trying to see who were you dealing with, who was that someone that got into the isolation room in the middle of the night.

The vision became less and less blurred, but the spinning wheels in your head just picked up some speed, leaving you even more woozy than before.

A clown.

You saw a clown? You put your hand down and narrowed your eyes. A fucking clown was standing in front of you grinning at you, obviously amused probably by the dumbstruck look on your face. Were you dreaming? Maybe it was one of your very realistic dreams you sometimes had? Could be, you didn't know any clown inside the asylum and for sure you didn't know any clown outside of its walls.

Oh, and the clown closed the door and was now coming your way, covering the distance in few quick steps, taking your face between his hands, tilting your head up and placing a soft gentle kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes out of habit, letting him feather your lips with more soft kisses. They were as gentle as compassionate, as innocent as inappropriate. If you were sleeping and dreaming a weird sex dream why did they feel inappropriate?

You opened your eyes just as he done showering your lips with affection. He looked at you smiling, tears were forming in the corners of his eyes and he brushed your cheeks with his thumbs.

- I missed you.

It was that moment when you looked him in the eye and heard his soft voice that you recognize who were hiding behind the painting on his face.

- Arthur?

He nodded and his smile got wider as if hearing his name from your mouth made him somehow happier. For you, saying his name, on the other hand, made you become more awake and less dizzy. You realized this wasn't a dream and the man you knew from a group therapy, that had left months ago, was right now standing in front of you in a full clown costume.

But why though? Why was he here and why had he kissed you? You weren't lovers, heck, you weren't even friends. You just knew each other from therapy sessions, where you and bunch of other patients had been learning how to live back in society. You and Arthur hadn't really talked with each other, you'd only exchanged looks and sometimes smiles, but you'd only smiled back at him because you'd been trying to be polite. You might have even shared some thoughts about his depression during one of the sessions, but not because you'd wanted to, you'd just been asked by a doctor to say something.

You took a step back from him, trying to recreate the distance that had been between you, trying to look at the bigger picture, connect the dots to understand what was going on here, but nothing made any sense. Arthur, the shy, reserved guy, as a clown getting into the isolation room in the middle of the night kissing you and telling you that he'd missed you? You felt confused as hell.

Arthur must had noticed that, cause he leaned forward, his hands still cupping your face, and he placed a comforting kiss on your forehead.

- Arthur..

- It's Joker now.

You glanced up at him furrowed your eyebrows. You didn't understand any of this shit. Or maybe you were losing your mind completely?

He caressed your cheek with his thumb while the other hand slightly slid down to the side of your neck.

- I know it's confusing, but I promise I'll explain that to you later, I'll tell you everything.

The way he said he'd tell you everything, like he was seeing an old best friend and couldn't wait to tell her what had been happening with him when he'd been away. He was so excited, it made you feel somewhat guilty for not being able to catch up with him.

- Aren't you happy to see me, babydoll?

You opened your mouth but you didn't know what to say at the nickname he'd given you. Your hand slowly moved up to his and you gently grabbed his wrist pulling his hand away from your cheek.You didn't feel any resistance from him, he just let you take his hand away. His other hand was still on you however, resting on your shoulder as his fingers caressed the side of your neck.

- It's surprising to see you here, how did you...

- I know - he interrupted you, not letting you ask the question, probably because he didn't want to answer it.

You felt stupid just standing like that in front of him, only in your blue pajamas and with your mouth desperately searching for the right words you could use to get out of this uncomfortable situation. You looked into his eyes and God, if they weren't full of admiration and longing. He looked at you as if trying to remember you by heart.

- I've missed you so much, there wasn't a day when I wasn't thinking about you - he said in a soft voice - I got you stuck in my head, isn't it funny?

You couldn't find anything funny about it, till now you didn't even know that Arthur had a crush on you.

- I didn't mean to... I didn't mean myself stuck in your head.

He chuckled and his fingers stopped caressing the sensitive spot on your neck as his hand moved at the back of your head pulling you closer to him. Before you had a chance to say something, your lips was sealed with his in a passionate kiss. This time it wasn't an innocent soft one he'd given you before. This one was hungry. Not rough but demanding. He brushed his mouth onto yours using his tongue to part your lips and slip inside, entwined his tongue with yours. Your own hands, first so unsure of what to do, were now moving up to his face, one sinking in his green hair, the other resting on his cheek. If you'd been lost and confused before because of his unexpected visit, now you got yourself lost into his kiss. And this one took your breath away and you didn't object when he wrapped his hand around your waist, making your body pressed onto his. You wriggled a bit as you felt something hard pressing onto your belly.

Fuck. You'd seen how excited he was, but you hadn't realized how much aroused until now. How could you not thought about if before? Arthur... Joker, whoever the hell he was now, hadn't come here just to say hi and kiss you, he'd come here to fuck you as well.

The lower half of your body was trying to pull back, getting away from his hard member, but he kept you close, not letting you go of his embrace.

You felt your cheeks turning red and your lips were already overstimulated, but he kept kissing you like he'd die if he didn't. You had to break the kiss somehow and you felt like you didn't have any choice other than do it in a painful way. So you sucked his lower lip into your mouth and used your teeth to bite it, clamping them harder onto his red skin, just hard enough for him to pull away. But he didn't move the slightest, didn't even groan in pain, just letting you do your thing. You could taste a bitter blood on you tongue and you realized that your plan was stupid and destined to fail, for he probably wouldn't stop you no matter how hard would you bite, maybe even he liked it in some way.

You counted to three and with no reaction from him, you pulled away, placing both of your hands on his chest, leaning back as far as you could. You both were panting, your lips were all red and swollen and on his lower lip was a streak of fresh blood. The look in his eyes didn't change much, it got much more darker though, more longing than before, and lust were glowing from them, making you blush in bewildered.

His cock twitched inside his pants and he quickly glanced at the bed behind you. You didn't have to follow his gaze to know what he was thinking.

- Arthur, I don't think this is a good time...

- Shhh, my little one - he put his index finger on your mouth - We've got planty of time, believe me.

He wouldn't leave this room without getting what he wanted. He was so determined and confident to get it, to get you, that you couldn't believe this man was really Arthur. What had happened to him?

The hand on your lower back moved aside to your waist as he pushed you lightly onto the bed. You landed on your ass, bouncing on a mattress. He quickly removed his red jacket and took off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed, kneeling over you, your legs trapped between his. His fingers working with buttons on his vest but his eyes locked on you, wandering from your embarrassed face down to your breast and lower to strings of your pants. He looked very attractive and dominant from your point of view, enchanting even. It was clearly an absurd how wet you became right now. You could feel a familiar sensation in your lower parts, a pleasant small vibration inside of you.

Once he got rid of his yellow vest, he climbed on top of you propping himself on his hands, forcing you to lay down beneath him. His pupils were dilated, mixing with the dark green, and you found it difficult to look him in the eye right now. He smiled at you and separated your legs by putting his knee between them.

- Did you miss me too?

His question made you hold your breath. How could you say no? He wouldn't accept that for an answer.

- Arthur...

- Joker - he leaned down and kissed your forehead, forgiving you your silly mistake.

- Joker... I've missed you, yes - you lied - But I don't think we should be doing this, we don't know each other that much.

- How can you say that? - his eyebrows furrowed slightly - We do know each other, I know your favourite colour, where you went to school, that you prefer pancakes over waffles at breakfast, that you were raised only by your mother... And you know things about me too.

Right, but... - you didn't know how to explain him that learning things about each other on the group therapy and actually knowing someone were two different things. He shouldn't supposed to remember those things about you. Everything said on the group therapy should have stayed on the group therapy, and he'd broken that rule, taking these information about you with him, outside the hospital.

Your hesitation must have taken him off guard, as he looked at you with confusion visible on his face, like he was trying to figure out why weren't you excited to see him at the same level as he was. But his consternation didn't last very long, for he leaned down closer to you and started kissing your face. His lips were soon everywhere, brushing over your cheeks, nose, forehead and jaw, before he kissed you on the mouth. His right hand slipped under your shirt, and it was cold against your warm skin, sending you shivers down your spine. He probably thought that being gentle with you would help you relax. And, to your surprise, it actual worked, you felt your body relaxing under his touch, almost melting. You kissed him back and his hand moved up to grab your boob, and finding a nipple, he rolled it between his fingers and you had to hold back a soft moan from escaping your mouth. You closed your eyes as you tilted your head aside, giving him access to kiss your neck and so he did, kissing and nibbling a spot under your jaw down to your collarbone. Your shirt was rolled up exposing your breast and you opened your eyes to look down at him already kissing your breastbone. Your cheeks turned red at this sight, you still were in your pajamas, but felt practically naked before him.

He hummed as he cupped sides of your boobs and moved his mouth to the left, his hot breath winded around your nipple before he wrapped it with his mouth and sucked it gently, poked it with his tongue.

It'd been a very long time since you let somebody caress your body this way, since you had a chance to have sex, and god how much you missed it.

You were so touch starved that even this light foreplay of Joker sucking and licking your nipples was enough to get you lightheaded and left you wanting for more. You tried not to squirm nor moan to not show him how much turned on you were already. You bit your lower lip and gripped the sheets underneath you, not realizing that Joker was observant enough to see those little attempts of yours to keep your body reactions under control. He smirked at that as he quickly grabbed your pants and took them off, throwing them away, before you had a chance to react.

You gasped and jerked your legs trying to pull them together, but he kept your knees separated with his hands and all you could do was lying down naked, giving him a very good look at your wet needing pussy.

- Perfect - he said as his eyes travelled all over your body, his hands rested on your knees and you wonder if he could feel them trembling - You're perfect.

He smiled as he leaned down to you, his lips went back where they were before, worshiping your breast for some time, before he slowly started sliding down on you, kissing your stomach and abdomen.

Your grip on the sheet tightened as you watched him hovering over your clit now, breathing out onto your sensitive spot. Suddenly he snapped his eyes up to meet your gaze and you quickly threw your head back on the mattress, but not quick enough for him to miss the cute view of how much your cheeks turned into bright red.

He hummed again and you could feel his wet gentle kisses on both of your inner tights teasing with you for a while, before he pressed his lips onto your clit. His tongue licked your button, as he got a first glimpse of what you tasted like. It must have made him eager for more, because he slid his tongue lower to your wet entrance and he licked you all the way up.

You bit your lower lip and closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath you hadn't even known you were holding. It turned into a soft moan, but it felt so good you couldn't help it. You gave in to him.

You reached down with your hand and rested it on his head, combining your fingers with his green hair. His slow almost agonizing teasing with you, gentle sucking and licking with just a tip of his tongue, only very close to your entrance, but never quite there, was driving you crazy and put you totally out of control.

- P-please - you heard yourself begging.

He chuckled, but he didn't plan to torture you this way and deny your orgasm, he wanted to please you like you'd been never pleased before. He quitted the teasing and started eating you out vigorously, with his mouth and tongue all over your woman's parts, pressing harder onto your entrance and he moved his hands up to also play with your hard nipples.

It was all mind blowing, you could feel your body responding to his actions very intensively, building up your orgasm surprisingly quickly. You wriggled on the bed, jerking your hips up as you moaned and cursed under your breath.

- Fuck, I'm... Shit, so... Close.

He did such a good job eating you out, he didn't even had to use his fingers to make a wriggling helpless mess out of you. You were already totally and ridiculously taken over by your orgasm, moaning loudly his name and arching your back as the sweet strong outburst of release was poured all over your body.

The heart in your chest was pounding loudly and you kept your eyes closed taking your time to get back to your senses. A soft kiss was pressed onto your lips and you awkwardly kissed Joker back, tasting yourself on his lips. You opened your eyes slowly just to see a big satisfied grin on his face and sparks in his eyes, he looked so proud of himself, and you couldn't deny, he had a right to feel this way. You put your hands on his chest and you realized you hated that he was still full clothed while you were all naked underneath him. You quickly shifted your hands and started unbuttoning his shirt. One button after another as you were reaching lower with your fast moving but a little shaky fingers. He didn't move waiting for you to unbutton the last one. Watching you carefully as your fingers brushed onto his stomach just above a waistband. He was expecting you to unbutton and unzipped his pants as well, but you were too embarrassed to do that, your boldness got you only as far as that so you stopped at unbuttoning his shirt.

He smirked and knelt up, he removed his shirt and stood before the bed to do the same with his pants, white briefs and socks. You finally could take a good look at his slim body and of course your greedy eyes get a glimpse of the shape of his cock, the size of it that you were going to let inside of you.

And it was very appealing, definitely not disappointing.

He came back to you in a second kissing you with a passion as he pressed his hard member onto your clit, rubbing himself over it. You moaned into his mouth and grabbed his hair, deepening the kiss. As embarrassed as you might felt by your own greediness and arousal, you just couldn't wait to have him inside you, to fill you up and fuck you as you wanted to be fucked for a long time.

He must have sensed that, of course he did, cause he slid his cock down to your entrance, smearing your juice over it with a tip of his cock. You spread your legs wider and he slowly pushed into you. You had to break your kiss to that feeling, rolling your head back and moaned, a wide smile spread over your face. He was perfect, he felt exactly how you wanted him to, filling you up and stretching your walls in a pleasurable way, sending shivers down your spine. You didn't even need much time to adjust to his size, you were already so wet and ready for him.

He kissed your exposed neck, right under your chin, sucking at your skin, leaving there a hickey for sure, and he moved his hips back and forth as he nibbled you with his teeth. He slid his hand to your boob squeezed it gently. His movement were slow, but only for some time, he quickened his pace soon, going deeper and thrusting harder, almost frantically, which made you wonder how could he be so rough and gentle at the same time. Cause he was still gently with his kisses and occasional bites, though he fucked you quite fast and thoroughly, putting one of his hand on the top of your head and the other grabbing your hip to hold you in place.

Your nails were scratching patterns on his back as you moaned louder into his ear. Your legs were up in the air letting him push into you even deeper and you kissed him avidly with your tongue dancing with his. He broke the kiss and you looked each other into the eyes before he buried his head into your neck and by the way his thrusting became more and more rapid and urgent, you knew he was close to finish. You weren't surprised at all, you'd reached your climax also very soon and he wanted this just as much as you, though little did you know how much touch starved and longing for intimacy he was, you could only imagine.

His pace slowed down to more deeper and erratic thrusts as his shaft pushed farther in couple of times more, had him growling into your neck. He came with one final powerful thrust, unable to hold back anymore. The warm fluid filled you up in long hot squirts as he held you in a tight grip, weighted you down with his body.

You slowly and carefully put your feet onto the bed, and well, if your legs hadn't been trembling before, they definitely were now, and you were grateful you didn't have to stand right now, for you were sure, you would fall down immediately.

You and Joker were breathing heavily and you noticed how in sync you were - your chests were going up and down at the same time.

- Sorry - he whispered apologizing for weighting you down as he moved up and to your own displeasure, he pulled out of you. You pouted because even though his cock was getting soft now, you still wanted him inside you. Without him filling your walls, you felt... incomplete.

You looked at him as he lied down beside you with his eyes closed, his chest lifting up and down, in that blissful state of afterglow, the one you had after a good shag.

You couldn't not notice how good he looked from his profile, especially when you looked at the line of his jaw and his narrow nose. With most of his clown painting being rubbed off of his face, he again looked more like Arthur that you once knew and seeing that familiar face made you feel safe.

And probably you were now more covered in his paints than he was, which made you chuckle.

Your hand was found and grabbed by his as he turned his head to you and opened his eyes, smiling. You smiled back and he shifted to kiss your forehead before he pulled you close. You rested your head onto his chest and he wrapped his hands around you. You didn't know what to expect from him from now on, you'd been afraid that he'd just fuck you and leave you soon after, using you only for sex, but he decided to cuddle with you and you were grateful just for that.

You counted in your head to 5, just letting yourself be in the moment, to feel him and feel yourself being pressed together just like that.

But it couldn't last forever no matter how much you wished for that.

- How's that even happened? - this was more of a rhetorical question to this whole situation, so you didn't wait for him to answer that - I thought I'd never see you again and you just came back to visit me in the middle of the night wearing this sexy red suit and with your face painted... And you're Joker now? And you had keys? I doubt they just let you go in, so... you broke in here unnoticed, it's crazy. I...

- Hey - he interrupted you taking your chin between his fingers to tilt your head up so he could look at you - I didn't come to visit you. I came for you.

He put a small kiss on the top of your head, hugging you tightly before he laid you back on the bed so he could stand up. You lifted yourself up on your elbows as you watched him fiddling with his clothes and for a moment you were afraid that he was going to dress up and leave, that maybe he felt offended by your talking, but his last words stuck in your head, making you question the very true reason for his visit.

- For me? What do you mean?

He looked at you and quickly jumped onto the bed leaning over you. He kept one of his hand behind his back and he grinned at you just like he'd grinned before, after he'd told you he'd explain that to you later. So excited. So... mischievous.

You tried to crawl away from him, a sudden jolt of bad feeling overtook you, but he pushed you back with his mouth pressing onto yours, distracting you at the same time, and before you pushed back off him, you felt a sharp sting on your right arm. You broke the kiss as you looked at it scared already and you saw a syringe stick into your arm.

You couldn't believe your own eyes.

He'd fucking shoved the syringe into your arm and injected you something. You growled furious and you gathered all your strength to push him away, but he threw the syringe away and quickly grabbed your wrists, pinning you down to the bed.

- The fuck Joker, what was that?! - you screamed at him, trying to free yourself from his grip, but he was surprisingly strong for his posture and seemed to hold you down without any effort - Let go off me!

- Shhhh... Calm down, kitten, i don't wanna hurt you and I don't want you to hurt yourself - his voice was so calm and steady, contrary to your angry and scared one. His grin faded away replaced by a watchful and determined look on his face.

- What did you do, you fucker, what...

You looked him in the eye and you felt weaker with every word escaping your lips. Your focus became blurry and dizziness increased rapidly, making your thoughts dispersed and your eyelids very heavy. You tried to fight it, to stay conscious, but you had no chance against strong chemicals. Your eyes were slowly closing.

- Count to ten, darling.

His voice drifted far away from you, but at the same time you could hear him right inside your head.

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lavenderwatercolor · 5 years

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Honey, Arthur Fleck x Reader

Ask: Please please please can you write a oneshot of arthur and rich!reader meeting through a mutual friend and she absolutely spoils him with money and gifts and food and anything he'd ever need? With kind of a kinky undertone? Like he's her sugar baby even though he's like way older than her. She just absolutely takes care of him in every way, just wants to tie him up and make him cum and then take him out for a fancy dinner and buy him pretty things ok thank u for reading this mess

Warnings: Cursing, smut, implied mommy kink.

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: So.. I went a little overboard with this. I didn’t even realize how long it was until I finished. Your request just gave me so much muse! I loved writing this so much. I’m going to put a border on this one, because of how long it is. Don’t want to take up your entire dash!

He was too well dressed.

Arthur knew it as soon as his friend arrived, well, could he really call him a friend? He was more of a coworker, they’d only talked once before he invited Arthur to… whatever this was. Why was he invited? It surely wasn’t just to hang out. No one found Arthur interesting enough to invite out, they never had.

Wilfredo walked down the hall wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and a black hoodie, drawing attention to Arthur’s own outfit. A pair of black dress pants and a button-up white shirt, tucked in, of course. He looked down awkwardly and pulled a cigarette from his pants pocket to try and ease his freshly agitated nerves.

“Looking sharp, my man.” Wilfredo smiled when he reached him, clapping him on the shoulder with a friendly squeeze. Arthur tried not to slink away from his touch and lit his cigarette. “How long you been here? You knocked yet?”

Arthur shook his head and took a long pull. “Five minutes.” He lied, blowing out the smoke away from his face. He’d been there at least twenty minutes, standing in front of the unfamiliar apartment door and staring at the chipped paint. Inside he could hear a few people talking but it was too muffled to make out.

“You could have gone in man, I told them you’d be with me.” As he knocked on the door Arthur continued pondering why the fuck he was there, he wasn’t fooling anyone, not even himself. He’d much rather be at home watching T.V with his mother.

“Hey, why did you invite me?” Arthur spoke flatly, taking his cigarette up to his lips. He narrowed his eyes while he took a drag, not wanting the smoke to get into his eyes.

“I can tell you been stressed lately, Art. I know it’s not easy trying to make a living doing what we do, every once in awhile it’s good to hang out and have a few beers.” It seemed genuine enough, Arthur was almost touched, he couldn’t remember the last real friend he’d actually had. A true friend, not someone who claimed to be his friend to get what they wanted.

“One second!” Someone inside shouted.

Arthur put his cigarette out, sticking the half-smoked length back into his pack. So, have a few beers? Sure, he could do that. A drink or two and then he could go home.

The door opened and Wilfredo was quickly wrapped in the embrace of a freakishly tall man. Arthur furrowed his brows and looked up at him, trying to guess how tall he was. At least seven feet.

“It’s been too long brother, come inside.”

The room smelled like cigarettes, alcohol, and jasmine. Arthur cleared his throat as he walked in, trying to make out the faces in the darkness. A T.V sat in the corner of the room, playing some new horror movie everyone had been raging about. His eyes adjusted and he saw a woman on the couch nursing a beer, she was watching the movie so intently she didn’t even notice someone new had arrived.

Two girls in the kitchen, a blonde who looked like she was one beer short of a six-pack and a girl with box-black hair trying to open a bottle of wine. She was struggling with the bottle and the blonde wasn’t helping, too drunk to properly hold it while the other popped the cork out.

Before he was even introduced to the tall man the two girls in the kitchen squealed, dropping what they were doing to run to the door, pushing past Arthur in the process. He turned to see what the hell was so exciting.

“Oh, Duckie, Cassie, I’ve missed you girls.”

He couldn’t see the newcomer so he turned back to Wilfredo.

“That’s (Y/N),” Wilfredo said and led Arthur to the couch, picking up two beers on the way. “She buys ‘em whatever the hell they want and they kiss her ass for it.” Arthur sensed a hint of repulsion in his voice but said nothing, hoping he would continue on his own. “I love that girl but damn, she does too much for them.”

While Wilfredo began speaking of the film on T.V Arthur took a second to glance your way.

You were so pretty. You stood with grace, this elegance about you that demanded attention from everyone in the room. Even the brunette beside him who had been watching the movie.

Duckie, the blonde, must have said something funny because you laughed suddenly and planted a kiss on her head. Your laugh could be compared to the light whisper of bells or an antique wind chime, the sound of a spoon tinkling against a champagne glass requesting attention at dinner. It would be a horrible lie to say Arthur wasn’t already enchanted with you.

The tall man was introduced to him as Jackson, or as everyone in the room called him, Tall-Jack. He was six foot nine exactly, an older black man with history in his eyes that needed to be told. Arthur would have liked to hear his stories.

“And here’s (Y/N),” Tall-Jack said as you finally parted from the two girls and came to the living room. “She’s as sweet as cherry pie and smells just as nice.”

“Nice to meet you.” You put on a smile and held your hand out to the stranger, taking in his features. He was dressed nicely for such a small affair, you appreciate that. You always dressed your best, as you were now, wearing a slim pink dress that ended at your knees and a rather unnecessary black fur coat. Your jewelry was a whole different story, you loved the way diamonds sparkled so you always went a bit overboard. A diamond necklace, two diamond rings, dangling diamond earrings and an anklet of the same. It’s not like anyone could blame you, if they had the money you did surely they’d be the same way.

Duckie and Cassie both had milked you of what they could, they were wearing their successions. Matching pearl necklaces for both of them and dainty diamond earrings. You loved them to death but knew they were mostly using you for your money. It was hard to turn them down though when they called you crying, showing up at your house with tears in their eyes.

You were a pushover to people in need. Something inside you just wanted to take care of them like a mother would, you’d always been like that. Caring and nurturing to those who needed it, expecting nothing in return. You couldn’t help it.

“Hi,” Arthur took your hand and shook it, his eyes darting down to the expensive rings on your fingers. “Nice to meet you too.” He didn’t exactly stumble over his words but they sure as hell didn’t come out smoothly.

“So, you know Wilfredo?” You asked and sat on the coffee table in front of them, taking a beer that Cassie had brought you. “Thank you, darling.”

“Uhm, yeah.” He watched the interaction, how the two girls acted like you were some kind of royalty. “We, uh, we work together.”

“Oh!” You raised your brows as you took a sip from the cold glass bottle. “Do you? That’s interesting. You’re a party clown too?”

He shrugged, grateful that Tall-Jack and Wilfredo had started a conversation of their own, it meant fewer eyes on him. “Kind of. What do you do?”

“I’m a manager for a few different BMX riders. I do the promotion and sales, set up interviews.”

Arthur’s eyes widened and he leaned forward, now very interested. “Wow, I don’t know anyone who does anything that interesting.” He gaped, hands clasped under his chin. “So, you travel a lot?”

“Oh, you have no idea. I go everywhere they go, it was hard to make it here but I manage.” You laughed and took another sip of beer, licking your lips. Your glittery lipgloss left marks around the rim of the bottle.

You and Arthur talked with each other the entire night. You mostly talked about your job, the places you’d been and the people you managed. He was one of the only people you’d met besides Tall-Jack and Jennifer, the brunette on the couch beside Arthur, that actually listened to you. He breathed in every word you spoke and watched you with all of his attention, not looking away or interrupting you once.

“Oh, god, look at the time.” Jennifer broke your conversation, prompting you to look down at your watch.

“Wow! I should get going.” You stood from the coffee table and dusted off the back of your dress, picking up the fourth bottle of beer you’d opened. “Jack, darling, thank you for a wonderful night. I needed it.”

Arthur panicked as you said your goodbyes, he wanted to know so much more about you, he wanted to see you again, he wanted your number-

“You want to walk back with us?” You asked your new friend, looking down at him with a warm smile.

He looked up and nodded, eyes flickering between you and Jennifer. “Yeah, sure. Uhm,” As he stood he looked to Wilfredo, shutting his mouth when he saw he was blacked out on the loveseat. Cassie, the girl with short black hair, was no better than him, sitting in the kitchen with her head on the table and seven beer bottles next to her.

“You’re leaving already?” Duckie pouted and followed you to the door, it was quite obvious she wanted something from you. Arthur cringed at the sight of it, she looked so desperate. Wilfredo’s words echoed in his head.

“Yes, sweetie, you know how it is.” You reached the door and turned to her, planting both your hands on her shoulders. The way her face dropped made your heart ache.

Arthur and everyone else in the room knew it was an act. He watched with disgust as you promised to take her out soon and buy her a few new outfits.

Jennifer rolled her eyes, something that didn’t go by unnoticed by Arthur. He snorted and looked away, waiting for you to finish your interaction.

“Bye guys, it was so nice seeing you all again.” You said when Duckie finally let your arm go.

“Bye cherry pie!” Tall-Jack waved you off, saying something about how he did this every Friday night.

When Arthur finally got outside the room he felt like he could breathe again. Seeing you get taken advantage of like that made his stomach churn. You deserved better.

“Why do you do that for her?” Jennifer asked as the three of you made your way out of the apartment building. “Her and Cassandra. They’re like leeches.”

You sighed, knowing she was right. “It’s not like I’m buying them houses. I like doing nice things for people. If you’d let me I’d decorate your neck too.”

Arthur walked slightly behind, watching the two of you talk, letting himself be invisible so he could hear your voice go on without his own ruining it. You sounded so pretty, it would be a shame to let his voice pollute the air you blessed.

After you walked Jennifer home you turned to Arthur, realizing he hadn’t spoke the entire time. “Where do you stay?” You asked as he pulled out a cigarette. You reached forward and plucked it from his fingers, almost laughing at how surprised he looked. “These will kill you, you know. Don’t smoke that.” You tsked and handed it back to him, appreciating how he stuck it back in the pack.

You liked that he listened to you.

“I’m uh,” He looked behind you, biting his bottom lip. Should he tell you that he lived in the complete opposite direction? What would you think knowing he had walked all the way to the other side of town just to be with you?

“You live that way? Let me walk you home.” You used your hand to guide him in the right direction.

“Oh, you don’t have to.” He spoke shyly, suddenly feeling exposed. No one had ever gone out of their way for him, it was always the other way around. Always.

“No, darling, I want to.” You smiled at him with your hand still on his shoulder, you decided to give him a soft squeeze of comfort. He was so sweet you had instantly felt the need to treat him the way you did your girls, you wanted to spoil him with gifts and make him smile.

On the way back to his apartment your arm somehow found its way around his shoulders, something neither of you said anything about. He didn’t slink away from your touch so you kept your arm there, pulling him closer.

He savored every step, discreetly nuzzling his face into the fur of your sleeve. You smelt like honeysuckle and oranges, it reminded him of a childhood he didn’t have. While you walked in comfortable silence he allowed himself to pretend it would never end, that your arm would always be around him, keeping him safe, and it would always smell so beautiful.

As you arrived at his apartment you could sense his mood had changed, his shoulders slumped slightly and he walked slower. He didn’t want to go home and you knew it.

“This it?” You stopped with him at the front doors, sliding your arm off his shoulders. He was visibly disappointed but you couldn’t hold him forever, no matter how much you both wanted.

“Yeah.” He sighed, looking through the glass doors with dread. “Thanks for walking me back, you didn’t have to.”

You grabbed his hands in yours, they felt so cold and frail compared to how warm and inviting yours were. He melted.

“I wanted to, sweetie.” You smiled and rubbed your thumbs over the back of his hand, not missing the slight squeeze he gave you. “Is it okay if I call you that?”

Arthur closed his eyes at how soft and warm your voice sounded, it almost hurt. No one had ever spoken to him like that. “Yeah.”

You hummed and looked at his face, taking in the expression of sadness and longing. You’d seen it so many times before and your instincts so desperately wanted to take over and wrap him in your arms. “Okay, sweetie. You ever need anything call me, okay?” You reached in your purse and took out your planner, it was pink and had your name in gold cursive on the front. You tore out a page, the tear so clean it made Arthur wonder how you could do literally everything with such grace and perfection. You wrote out your number and folded the paper, careful not to smudge the ink.

“What would I need?” He chuckled and took the paper, slipping it in the back pocket of his pants.

“Well, if you need someone to talk to. I’m busy most days and I’m not home a lot, but when I am I’ll let you know. You can come over for a drink.”

He nodded and resisted the urge to light a cigarette, instead licking his lips. You were so nice, what was the catch? There had to be a catch, he knew it. No one was this nice for no reason.

“Promise you’ll call?” You teased with a smile when he left you in silence.

He looked at your soft, glittery, pink lips, wanting so badly to taste them. “Yeah. I mean, yes. I promise.” He hated how silly he sounded, but in time he’d learn to love it. He just needed time.

“Good.” Satisfied you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, leaving the slightest shimmer of pink on his skin. You had a few inches on him because of your heels, but as soon as they came off you knew he’d be much taller than you. They were your tallest pair anyways, leaving you taller than most people. You found that people took you seriously when you were taller or as tall as them, it was a necessity in the business world.

***

As promised, Arthur called. He called the night of to make sure he had the right number, resulting in a surprisingly long conversation about fruit. He went to bed that night with a smile on his face and cherries on his mind.

The workweek for him was awful. Worse than awful. Monday he had coffee thrown on him, Tuesday someone stole his red clown nose, Wednesday he got a complaint from the shoe store he’d been advertising for, they said he was scaring away customers with his laughter. It wasn’t his fault. Some kid had been teasing him and he had a fit of laughter, making the situation so much worse. The kid fed off of the anxiety and kept going. Thursday his boss told him off for something that wasn’t even his fault, and Friday, Friday was the breaking point.

A group of teenage girls thought it would be hilarious to make a scene, taunting him with their words and going as far as touching him, grabbing at his arms and saying something about him being skinny. He didn’t remember everything. All he knew was that he wanted to see you.

“Happy, you’re home early,” Penny said as soon as he walked in the door, straining from her spot on the loveseat to see him. “Did you check-”

“Yes, mom.” He cut her off as he went to the phone with one thing on his mind. “Nothing. There was nothing.”

She rambled on about the usual but he tuned her out, dialing your number he had memorized. You probably wouldn’t pick up but he could leave a message-

“Hello, this is (Y/N) speaking.” Your voice caught him off guard, he expected the answering machine.

He didn’t plan on you picking up. He swallowed and fought for the words to say, leaving you both in silence.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Arthur.” He choked out and grasped at the collar of his shirt, trying to loosen it. “Are you home?”

“Arthur! Hi sweetie, yes, I’m home.” You sounded so heavenly he felt a little better the more you spoke. You almost sounded happy to hear from him.

“Could I see you?”

“Who is that?” Penny asked, curious as to who he would be seeing. As far as she knew he had no friends.

***

“Of course you can.” You cooed into the receiver and made your way through your house, you had just gotten home from an interview in New York. It was your biggest client, he was about to compete in freestyle competition in California and the press were up your ass for content.

He was Dennis McCoy, on team Haro, one of the biggest names in the industry, so you had been very busy lately. But you always had time for your friends, you made time for them.

“Do you want me to come get you?” You asked as you set down the large folder of posters you’d just picked up.

“No, I can walk.”

“Honey, I’m on the other side of town. Let me come get you.”

After a while of back and forth he gave in and you drove to get him. Once he was in your car he wouldn’t shut up about how you didn’t have to get him, how he really could have just walked.

“Have you had dinner yet?” You cut him off as you drove down the crowded street, having to stop often because of the traffic and people walking in the road.

“Uh,” He inhaled at your question, his rambling had left him breathless. “Yeah, I had a little.” It was a complete lie. He hadn’t eaten at all that day. His medications often left him with little to no appetite, taking its obvious toll on his already skinny form.

You looked at him and raised a brow. “Are you lying to me, Arthur?”

He looked at you and prepared to shake his head, but when he saw the look in your eye he knew he couldn’t lie. It was like you were an authority figure, but not like his boss. He actually liked you, and if he was honest, he liked the thought of you telling him what to do. “Yes. I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t lie to me, sweetie.” You stopped him and looked back to the road, running through the restaurants local to you. “What do you like? There's a steakhouse nearby, a seafood bar, this great Italian place near where I live.”

“Italian sounds nice.”

You settled on Italian, glad he chose that option. It was one of the nicer places to eat, you and your clients ate there often when discussing business.

Arthur felt a little out of place in the fancy restaurant. Everyone was dressed so nice, they all looked like models. He thought you looked like you belonged there, wearing a gorgeous black dress with a pink suede jacket. You had on a different necklace, a dainty gold chain with some sort of pearl pendant. Pearl earrings. Those same diamond rings.

He looked down at his faded blue jeans and cringed. At least he showered.

“How was your week?” You asked over dinner, watching him pick at his food. He had only taken a few bites of his pasta, but he had finished two cups of water. At least he was drinking.

When you asked the question he winced, looking down at his food as the memories of the week came crashing back. “It was fine. How was yours? Tell me about it.”

You eyed him with suspicion but told him about your week, about the interview and the new posters that your graphic designer made. He listened intently, as always, smiling and nodding. You’d told many people about your line of work but none of them listened the way he did, not even Jennifer. It felt so good to finally have someone that was actually interested in you, there had been so many Duckie’s and Cassie’s in your life you’d lost count.

“Is it stressful?” He asked after you finished your plate, he hadn’t even noticed but when you were talking he had been absentmindedly eating. He had about half of his meal gone and he felt full for the first time in forever, and he wasn’t even nauseous. There was something about you that had slowly changed things about him without him even noticing.

“Sometimes. But I love my job. It’s worth it.” You answered with a smile. “You ready then?”

It took a moment for him to realize what you meant, but then the waitress slipped the bill on the table and he nodded. “Oh, yeah, uhm.” He reached in his pocket to grab his wallet.

“Don’t even think about it.” You stopped him, using your firm voice, and pulled your wallet from your purse.

Arthur blushed as you paid the bill, half of him feeling guilty and ashamed but the other half enjoying the feeling of being taken care of. It was something his mother never did for him, she had never taken care of him the way you were. Buying him dinner, making sure he ate, chiding him on his smoking just like a mother should.

The waitress left and came back with his leftovers wrapped up in tinfoil, it looked overly fancy and somewhat unnecessary. But that’s how it was in the world of the rich, fancy and unnecessary.

You took him back to your house. As soon as he walked through the door his jaw dropped, it looked like a mansion to him.

He was adorable.

“Sit down, make yourself at home.” You took the leftovers from his hands, making sure to brush your fingers over his. “I’ll put these up and get us a drink. Do you like wine?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

You went to the kitchen and put away his food, pouring two glasses of your favorite red wine. You came back to the living room to see him sitting on your couch, admiring the centerpiece on your glass coffee table. It was a gold statue of a GT bike, one of your clients gave it to you after they won a competition for the team.

“Here you go, sweetie.” You sat next to him on the couch, maybe a little too close. Your thighs touched and your shoulders gently grazed his. “So, you want to tell me how your week really was?”

He watched you lean back, your arm gracefully laying across the top of the couch. Should he really tell you? Honestly? He sighed and took a sip of the wine, biting down on his bottom lip after he swallowed. “It wasn’t too great. People, people don’t really like clowns.”

You listened to him talk, nodding. When he leaned back into the couch his hair brushed against your hand and he went to move but you stopped him, letting your fingertips stroke the back of his head. “I like clowns. Did someone bother you, sweetie?” You observed how he seemed to fall apart at your touch and continued playing with his hair, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better.

Arthur choked back a chuckle, trying his best to stop the oncoming fit of laughter that threatened to spill from his chest and ruin the moment. “I, aha,” He coughed and gritted his teeth. “Monday, someone threw coffee on me-” And that’s when the fit started. He felt like he’d suffocate on his laughter, it took everything out of him and left him gasping for breath with tears in his eyes.

You had no idea what was happening but stayed quiet, stroking his hair and letting it happen. It looked like some sort of panic attack, one of your younger clients had them often before interviews and competitions.

When the laughter finally stopped he sucked in a breath, filling his lungs with the oxygen he so desperately needed. “And Tuesday,”

“You don’t need to tell me everything, sweetie.” You stopped him and set your glass of wine on the table, turning to face him, your hand still in his hair. You touched his thigh with the other, not missing how his muscles tensed under your hand.

“It was a rough week.” He felt a tear trickle down his cheek and he cursed himself for being so emotional. He didn’t want you to see him like that, he didn’t want you to think he was some helpless idiot who pitied himself.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You sighed and rubbed his thigh, giving him a comforting squeeze.

Arthur swallowed hard when you called him that. Sweetie was one thing, he’d heard you call Duckie and Cassie that name. But baby?

“Can I call you that?” You asked respectfully while you brushed the hair from his eyes, rubbing your thumb over his cheeks to wipe away the tears. “Is that okay?”

Arthur leaned into your hand and nodded, savoring every second of human contact. He was so damn touch starved it was ridiculous. “Yeah.”

“Okay, baby.” You shifted in the couch closer to him, pulling his head against your chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Arthur, for once in his life, was held. He cried into your embrace, letting all the years of pent up sadness and anger spill out.

You knew when you saw Arthur that he was stressed out, you could see it in his eyes. But this was something different entirely, he was so damaged and hurt that it made your heart ache. All you wanted to do was hold him and take away his pain.

You kissed his head as the crying slowly stopped, he had stopped sobbing and was letting out an occasional cough and sniffle. “I should go.” He said weakly, but his body betrayed his words and he stayed wrapped in your arms.

“I don’t think you should, baby.” You rubbed his back with one hand and squeezed his shoulder with the other to keep him grounded with you.

He sniffed and after a moment lifted his head from your chest, looking at you. “Why? I mean, why are you so kind to people? I’ve never met anyone like you in Gotham. You give and expect nothing in return, why?”

You smiled and brushed his hair from his face, cupping his cheek which was still wet and cold with tears. “I like it. I give what I can because I know how it feels to have no one. When I was younger…” You trailed off, then shook your head. “It doesn’t matter. That’s in the past. I don’t want people to have to feel like that when it’s so easy to make them feel better. For some people, they need things to make them feel better. Duckie and Cassie,”

At the mention of their names Arthur rolled his eyes.

“Don’t do that. You don’t know what they have going on behind closed doors. For them, material items make them happy. So I buy them things, I don’t mean to brag, but money isn’t an issue with me, so I do what I can to make them happy. If you wanted something I’d do the same for you.”

Arthur wished he didn’t have to worry about money like you did. But the last thing he would ever do would be to ask you for money, it felt disgusting to even think about it. Sure, it would be nice to have the rent paid off and have food in the fridge for his mom, but he would never. Ever.

At the thought of his mother he looked at the clock. His heart dropped. “Oh, I need to go home. My mom-”

“Alright, let me get your food.” You stood, leaving him cold on the couch without the warmth of your arms.

“About earlier, the laughing, I have a condition.” He said when you came back with his food in your hands. “I can’t control it.”

“I figured as much.” You smiled, handing him his leftovers. “That’s okay, though. I don’t mind it. We all have our vices.”

***

Your relationship with Arthur in the following weeks blossomed into the sweetest and most beautiful thing. You found joy in taking him shopping, you’d bought him countless outfits and jackets that actually fit him, shoes that would last and even a watch. He wasn’t one for jewelry, which was a shame. You liked the surprised look on people’s faces when they opened the felt jewelry boxes and laid their eyes on whatever you’d bought.

You took him to dinner when you could, making sure he ate his fill. You adored him and everything about him.

One night after dinner you found yourselves upstairs in your bedroom, halfway through a bottle of wine laughing about some cheesy romance movie you had playing on the T.V.

“Look what I bought you the other day.” You leaned off the bed and grabbed the gift bag you had laying on your floor. One of your clients had an interview in Arizona and you saw something in one of the gift shops you thought he’d like.

“Wow, that looks heavy.” He said as he sipped his wine, cross-legged at the foot of your bed.

“Here, open it.” You crawled towards him and set the bag in front of him, excited to see how he’d react.

Arthur handed you his glass of wine and dipped his hands into the bag, fingers wrapping around the large gift. He struggled to pull it out but when he did his eyes lit up. “Oh, wow, (Y/N)...”

It was a record player, a very nice one at that. It was black and rimmed with gold around the edges, hints of red in some of the dips. You watched with a wide smile on your face as he looked it over, turning and examining the entire thing.

“How much was this?” He stuttered and looked back up to you like a child getting exactly what he wanted for Christmas.

“I’m not telling you.” You laughed and playfully nudged his shoulder, pleased with how he reacted. It filled your heart with so much happiness you thought it would burst.

He was speechless, he couldn’t think of a damn thing so say.

“Do you like it?” You knew he did but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Uh, yeah?” He laughed at the absurdity of the question, nodding with a grin. “I love it. Thank you so much. I don’t know how to show you how much I appreciate this.”

You hummed and pretended to be deep in thought before tapping your lips with one finger. His eyes flicked down to your lips as he’d done many times before, but this time with a new reason. He looked back into your eyes and furrowed his brows, not sure if you meant what he thought you did.

You looked up, finger still on your lips. “Come on, give me some sugar.”

Oh. Arthur swallowed and tried not to show how nervous he was. He cursed himself for being so awkward and leaned into you, watching you close your eyes as his face neared yours. You were serious. He forced himself to get his act together and pressed his lips against yours.

How his heart soared. He melted into you and exhaled through his nose, and when he finally pulled away, he licked his lips to taste you. Your lipgloss was flavorless, he found, but you tasted like wine.

“That’s how you can repay me.” You teased, watching him lick his lips. “Oh, but how will you repay me for dinner?”

You both knew he didn’t have to repay you at all, just him spending time with you and being your friend was payment enough. But sugar was optional, it was a plus that you didn’t need.

“Do, are you like this with the others?” He asked, still breathless from the kiss.

You narrowed your eyes, considering if you should be honest. “Well, the others don’t like me like you do. They like what I do for them, but they don’t like me.”

“As sweet as that is, (Y/N), I want to know if they… pay you back like this.”

“Well, Duckie and Cassie, they sometimes do.” You decided to tell him the truth, he deserved to know. “I have a few other girls, well, not anymore, but in the past, yes. I’d buy them what they needed, paid their rent, their bills, and they’d… you know.”

“What do they do for you?” The sudden look of lust in his eyes changed the conversation entirely. You knew he was no longer innocently curious, and when your eyes cast down you saw from the bulge in his pants that he really, really wanted to know.

“Cassie, she likes to eat me out.” Your voice was now an airy whisper, only audible to the two of you. “When I do something considerably generous for her she repays me the same way. Sometimes she’ll lick me for hours while I do paperwork. Duckie is on the sweeter side, she likes to give me kisses and have me touch her.”

“Touch her? How is that for you?”

You smiled and touched his knee, fingertips barely stroking him through his pants. “Have you ever touched a woman? To see them come undone with your fingers inside them, well, it does more for me sometimes than Cassie’s mouth can.”

Arthur swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Does touching a man do the same for you?”

You shrugged, running your fingers up his thigh. When he gasped at your touch you smiled, then nodded. “I think it can with you. You’re already doing a lot to me.”

God, how was he supposed to respond to that? He wanted to please you now, he wanted to make you as happy as you had made him the past few weeks. It had been a month at least, maybe almost two. He’d never been happier. He’d never been… happy. But you changed that. You made him feel special and wanted, which is exactly what you were trying to do.

“Can I touch you, baby?” You whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek as your hand rested on top of his hardened length. He was so hard. The fact made you ache.

“Yeah.” He murmured, his face turning to the side as your lips left kisses from his cheek to his jaw. When you pressed them against his neck he thought he’d cum in his pants.

You unzipped his pants for him, pulling them down enough to pull out his cock. Your mouth actually watered at the sight of it, he was long and thick. You found in your life that the skinny, taller guys always had the more impressive cocks. The muscular guys who oozed confidence were… much less impressive.

You stroked him a few times before stopping to move the record player and bag off the bed. But you were back in a second, pressing your hand against his chest and pushing him into a laying position. “You’re so pretty, Arthur.” You breathed, your breath hot against the tip of his cock. You planted a kiss on his head and he moaned, hands reaching for your hair. “No, sweetie. You can’t touch me yet. Hands down.”

Being told what to do did something for him, he moaned in response and moved his hands up to his chest. “I like that,” His voice was a shaky whisper. “Being told what to do.”

They always did.

“Good. Now, stay still and let me taste you.”

You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to his head, flattening your tongue before taking him into your mouth. His precum tasted like salt, but it wasn’t bad. His diet had been healthy enough recently for him to taste fine. You swirled your tongue around the tip, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. When you took him entirely into your mouth he groaned loudly and shuttered.

“I’m, I’m not going to,” He sputtered and tried his best to stay still but his hips bucked upwards. “Fuck, (Y/N).”

“Come for me.” You took him out of your mouth and pumped him a few times, looking down at his face. His eyes were closed and his face was twisted in pleasure, his lips parted as his chest heaved with every breath. “Come for me, baby.” Your mouth went back to his cock and you forced yourself to take him all in, the tip of him reaching down the back of your throat.

“Oh!” He groaned and hissed, his hips jerking up into your mouth. He came quickly, moaning pretty little noises, his cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed all of it, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

You sat up and looked down at him, taking in how beautiful he looked. “You’re such a good boy, Arthur. Now get up.”

He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking at you while he struggled to sit up. You looked so elegant, your lips red from the friction and your eyes glossy from tears. None had spilled, though, he supposed you were too perfect for that.

“Make me come.” You sat up on your knees and raised your dress to slip off your black panties. When they were off you laid back against your pillows and bent your knees, spreading them to give him a full view of your pussy.

“Jesus.” He breathed at the sight and crawled up to you, taking off his jacket. He wanted to remove his shirt as well but your pussy was too tempting to waste time undressing.

Arthur laid down between your legs and nuzzled his face in your pussy, licking once through your folds. You were so wet, it gathered on the tip of his tongue and trickled down to his throat. “You taste so good.” He breathed and continued his work of licking and sucking, gauging your reactions to see what pleased you the most. After a while he fell into a rhythm of licking you, sucking your clit, and dipping his tongue as far as he could reach inside you.

You were breathless. You knew Arthur had no experience, it was obvious given how fast he came and how he had started oral, but it was shocking how fast he learned. He might actually make you come.

He remembered what you had said earlier about fingers and seeing a woman come undone with them. He cautiously slipped his middle finger inside you, jumping at the noise you made.

“Is that,” He thought he might have hurt you.

“Perfect, baby.”

He put his mouth back on you and moved his finger in and out, not sure what felt good.

“Curl them, in and out doesn’t do it for me.”

Note taken, he curled his finger. You burst into heavy breathing, reaching down to tug at his hair. He was so good, so good, he was going to make you come. It was so rare for someone to actually make you orgasm.

“Perfect, oh, yeah!” You gasped and closed your eyes, rutting your hips down on his face. He curled his finger faster and sucked on your clit as you came in his mouth, the noises you made were music to his ears. You laughed sweet, you spoke sweet, and the noises you made in bed were even better. How were you so perfect?

You came hard, jerking and shaking, toes curling. You were the only person who had ever made you come like that, no one before Arthur had done it like you could.

“Oh, baby. I’m going to have to keep you here.” You teased and he rose from your legs, licking the cum from his lips. “You need to stay here with me.”

He wished he could.

Making you come had caused him to harden again. You thanked the gods that you were able to go again so quickly, it was a gift women were blessed with.

“Lay down.” You slipped off the bed and he laid where you were previously, his hand going to his cock like it was programmed. “No, no touching.” You slapped his hand away and went back to what you were doing, grabbing your ties from your bedside table.

Arthur watched you climb back on the bed, on top of him, your wet center grazing his cock. He shuddered and forced his hands to stay at his side as you looped the ties around the headboard. You grabbed his hands and tied them above his head, making sure they were tight enough that he couldn’t free himself but not too tight. You didn’t want to cut off circulation.

“You were so good.” You said once you were done, placing your hands flat on his chest. He looked up at you with adoration, soaking in every praise you gave him. “My good boy, you made me come so hard.”

You leaned down and kissed him, deeper than before, your tongue entering his hot mouth. He tasted like your cum and wine.

With one hand you grabbed his cock and slipped it inside you, your tongue still in his mouth. The way he gasped sent shivers down your back.

You only broke the kiss to take off your dress, pulling it over your shoulders and throwing it behind you. Arthur didn’t know where to look, your chest or your face. Both were so pretty. Your nipples were hard, your skin looked so soft. He wanted so badly to touch your breasts.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you started riding him. One hand on his chest and the other on your thigh, you rose and sank down on his cock. He filled you perfectly, falling just centimeters short of your cervix. Any longer and it would be painful.

Arthur couldn’t even speak. He closed his eyes and moved with you, his hips rising to meet yours with each motion. You felt so good wrapped around his cock, he hoped he would last longer this time. He lost himself in his body, everything felt so perfect.

“Open your eyes.” You caressed his face with your palm, stroking his cheeks with your fingertips. “I wanna see those pretty green eyes when I come.”

He opened his eyes and locked them with yours, it was harder than it sounded, keeping them open and focused. It felt so intimate, he hadn’t felt that, ever. It was like you were looking into each other's souls, all of you belonging to each other, naked and exposed in every way. There was nowhere to hide, no way to lie.

You came again, clenching down on his cock, your eyes still locked with his. The sight of it was so beautiful to him, your mouth hanging open with your red cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he watched you come. “I can’t even tell you how beautiful you are.”

Coming to his praises was such an amazing experience.

You untied his hands with shaking fingers, suddenly overtaken with a more hungry desire. “Now, fuck me. I want it fast, and hard.”

The two of you switched positions and he plunged his cock back inside you, fucking you exactly how you said. Fast, and hard. His hips snapped forward with rough thrusts, hands planted in the pillows beside your head. You locked your ankles around his back, prompting him to go deeper.

“Just like that, baby.” Your moans were choppy from the force of his thrusts.

He fucked you harder when he felt his second orgasm come, burying his entire cock inside you. It caught him off guard and he had to close his eyes, it was too much. “Oh, (Y/N).” He groaned and came, continuing his thrusts. They were sloppy now but you didn’t care, you came with him and shouted his name.

“Oh my god.” He panted when his orgasm finished, leaving him with a few spasms and jerks. He rolled off of you and unbuttoned his shirt to get air on his overheated body. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

You rolled through the last waves of your orgasm, humming and shaking beside him. “Mmm, yeah, baby. You’re so good.”

After the two of you dressed and pulled yourselves together you drove him home. The whole ride was spent talking about nothing and everything, the both of you still high from multiple orgasms.

“Thank you for tonight.” Arthur said in the passenger seat when you pulled up outside his apartment. He didn’t want to leave but he knew he had to, he had to tend to his mother.

“Of course, honey.” You reached out and brushed his hair from his cheek. “Listen, I’ve got a really busy week coming up. But Friday night I’m going to take you out, okay?”

“Okay.” he was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t see you until then, but he was glad he got to see you again nonetheless.

“Come here.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, slipping a sealed envelope in his pocket. He thankfully didn’t notice. You knew he would refuse the money, but you just wanted to take care of him. You knew he was struggling.

“I’ll see you on Friday.” He said when the kiss broke, reaching for the door handle.

“See you then, sweetheart.”

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Arthur Fleck/ Arkham Joker x reader: Unwelcome Visitor

Summary: You’re in the hospital recovering from injuries you received on the night the Joker attacked you. During your last night at the hospital, you receive a visit from a man you don’t recognize...at first.

A/N: Hey guys. This is the follow up to my one shot, Interrogation. I was originally just going to write about what happened to the reader on the night the Joker attacked her, and then have it end when he leaves her at the hospital. But I thought you might like more of a follow up type of story. So instead, this will pick up with the reader at the hospital. She reflects on what happened to her that night. During the night before she leaves to go home, she receives a visit from the Joker. She doesn’t recognize him at first because he just escaped from Arkham. Warnings: There will be mentions of stabbing and sexual assault. The reader will be assaulted again. There are threats of violence and victim blaming. This is not dub con, it’s real sexual assault. In his sick mind, Arthur/Joker thinks the reader will fall in love with him. He thinks she appreciated what he did that night, so he does it again, but at the same time, he knows what he’s doing is wrong. I know this will be dark and triggering for some of you, and it’s okay if you don’t want to read it. Things like this happen everyday. It is not romantic, nor is it meant to romanticize acts of violence and sexual assault. Since some of you like my darker stories, I thought I would write about something featuring dark subject matter. Please remember this is only a story. As it says in the title, I’m basing Arthur’s/Joker’s personality at the end of the movie. The look in his eyes is pure evil, and if he was unstable enough, he might actually do something like this. The man we see at the end of the movie is not the same man we had come to know in the rest of it, He’s not Arthur. This story does not show him in a positive light. You have been warned. With that being said, I hope you like it. As always, please let me know if I’ve missed any warnings.

It had been a week since the Joker attacked you. Your recovery had been coming along nicely. Thankfully no major organs were damaged, but you still lost a lot of blood from the injuries. Thanks to the staff that was on call that night, they were able to stop the bleeding, and patch you up. They wanted to keep you in the hospital for a few days to give you time to heal and manage your pain. You remembered bits and pieces of the attack. You couldn’t remember everything that happened after he stabbed you, but you remembered most of it. You were on your way home from work. You were working a late night shift. You knew how dangerous Gotham could be, especially at night, but you had no other options. You weren’t expecting out of all the people who could’ve hurt you to be the Joker.

He had came out of nowhere. He grabbed you and you had just enough time to see who it was and screamed. He had began stabbing you. He had stabbed you four times, at least that was the amount of times you counted. He had stabbed different places on your upper body. You were confused and terrified. Why would the Joker come after you? He usually dealt with mobsters. You weren’t anyone special. Then again, it was the Joker. He probably didn’t always know why he did what he did sometimes. You began to feel lightheaded. You expected him to keep stabbing you, but he stopped. The look on his face softened. You couldn’t tell if he felt sadness or remorse. He looked around frantically, like he didn’t know what to do. You briefly remember him pulling at your pants, but you blacked out for a little bit. It was probably best you didn’t remember the assault. You knew you had been assaulted because while your jeans were pulled back up, you were sore between your legs. “Can you move at all?” You couldn’t answer him even if you wanted to. You wondered if it would upset him and if he would decide to kill you. He sighed, and you were lifted from the ground. He was carrying you, but to where and why? You were blinded by the lights of the entrance to the ER. You realized you had been brought to the hospital. He carefully placed you in front of the entrance. He crouched down to you and kissed you. “Don’t feel bad about yourself.” You wondered why he would say something so strange. You smiled, relieved that it was finally over, and he left. It wasn’t long before a nurse found you. As she left to notify the emergency staff, you grabbed her arm. Through labored breaths, you told her the Joker had done everything to you before you finally passed out from the shock.

When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. Your wounds were bandaged. You felt extremely tired and you were in pain, but you were alive. The detectives came to question you about what happened. They wanted to confirm everything you told the nurse. They told you when you were being cared for by the staff, one of the nurses noticed bruising and semen on your genitals, which was an indication of sexual assault. The detectives asked you if you thought you were sexually assaulted and you said yes because you felt sore between your legs. You told them the Joker did it and they looked at you sympathetically. They told you they caught him, and you didn’t need to worry since he would be locked away in Arkham for a very long time. They gave you a social worker’s contact information so you could contact her and receive counseling when you leave the hospital. You thanked them and they left. You couldn’t really do much aside from stay in bed and rest. It was your last night at the hospital, and you were looking forward to going home and sleeping in your own bed. You also wanted to see your friends again. Aside from the nurses coming in to check on you and redress your wounds, you didn’t have many visitors. That was probably a good thing since the pain medication made you drowsy. You got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. It was decent enough. You decided to look into the small cabinet to see what was inside. There were small plastic tubs, washcloths, and soaps for sponge baths. Sometimes it was easier to have those things nearby in case the nurses needed them. When the nurses would come to check on you, patients would have accidents, and it was much easier to have the things needed to clean them. That explains why you would see them leaving with bathing materials. Thankfully, you weren’t in that category. You went back to bed and dozed off for a bit.

It wasn’t very long before you woke up to the sound of your door being opened. Visiting hours were over, and you obviously hadn’t asked for a nurse. You closed your eyes and turned over, thinking you weren’t entirely awake. Or maybe you were hallucinating. You felt a hand touch your shoulder as if the person was trying to wake you. You saw a man you didn’t recognize. He had dark hair and stubble on his face. Something about him made you uneasy. You noticed he was wearing white scrubs. The only nurses who had been to your room were women. Maybe he was a male nurse making rounds? “I wanted to see you, I had to.” You had no idea what he was talking about. “Who are you?” You felt groggy from the medication, but you were aware of everything. You knew you weren’t dreaming or hallucinating when you could smell his scent. He smelled like cigarettes and aftershave. It was a familiar scent. “I know you told them about what happened.” That was when you knew who he was. You saw it in his eyes. You immediately panicked and reached for the call button, but he took it out of your hand. “No, you don’t need that. We wouldn’t anyone to get hurt, now would we?” You knew you had no choice. You had to cooperate or you would risk getting yourself and someone else hurt or worse. “Good girl.” He got on top of you. “I missed you, Y/N. There’s something about you. You’re a lot like her. You’re a nice person like her, so soft and easy to take advantage of. You’re easier to take advantage of than she would’ve been. You shouldn’t have been out so late at night. Don’t you know how dangerous that is?” He sounded like a concerned father scolding his daughter. You were so confused. You didn’t know who he was talking about. He shook his head. “But it’s okay. I showed you how dangerous it is. I can keep you safe and make you happy. I saw the way you looked at me before I left. You were smiling at me, happy about what I did.” You heard nurses talking in the hallway. You tried to get up, but he had you pinned, and put his hand over your mouth and shushed you. “Don’t make me hurt you. I already warned you about what would happen. If you or someone else gets hurt, it’ll be your fault.” You stopped trying to fight him off. You felt extremely vulnerable in your surroundings. You couldn’t do much to fight him even though you wanted to. He didn’t touch your upper body. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about him messing up the bandages and you could leave your gown on. He pulled at the waistband of your hospital pants. You were exhausted and weakly protested, but he didn’t listen. You looked at the ceiling and closed your eyes. You just wanted to sleep through what was happening. He thrusted into you. “So sweet,” he murmured. You winced. He kept going, but didn’t say anything else. “I love you,” he groaned before pulling out. You were repulsed by him. He was a very sick man, but it didn’t excuse what he did. He got off the bed and went inside the bathroom. He came back out with a small tub of water, a wash cloth, soap, and a towel. He didn’t say anything as he cleaned between your legs. ‘Get your disgusting hands away from me! Do not fucking touch me!’ you screamed in your head. You wanted to scream at him so badly. You were so angry, you wanted to claw his eyes out. He dried you off and helped you put your pants back on. “You know, you really should’ve asked for a cop to guard your door. It was way too easy to get in here.” Even in a hospital, a place that’s supposed to be safe, couldn’t protect you from him. “I’ll find you once I get everything squared away. I miss you already.” And with that, he left. All you could do was hope he didn’t know where you lived, and hope that the police would catch him before he had the chance to find you again.

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pocket-clown · 4 years

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One Step Too Many | Arthur Fleck x reader

// original request: Well, my request is this: Imagine the scene of Arthur in the hospital when he drops the gun, but fails to reach it and falls at the feet of one of the young women who watched his show. Nobody says anything. Arthur feels like his life is about to end, when the girl simply raises the gun, she hands it over as casually and smiles at him. Arthur thanks her and continues the story. What do you think?

thank you for the request, @imgonnaflop

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed it up a little bit; I doubt Arthur would be able to just... go back to his act as if nothing happened after that, but I kept the general gist of the request.

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Never did a dull day pass by in Gotham’s pediatric hospital.

Though you were only recently employed, it wasn’t too terribly hard to settle in; though you were currently only a local Med student, through your school were you able to work under the wing of one of the nurses at the hospital. While there you learned the general gist of the duties that being a nurse entailed; how to administer medications, how to properly change dressings, check vitals, and so on - but your absolute favorite part of the job was being able to interact with the children.

The children were absolute sweethearts and were single handedly the only aspect of the job that made it even remotely enjoyable. Most of them came to know you by your first name and happily called you by such, meanwhile the shyer of the bunch just preferred to call you Miss Nurse, and despite having barely any power, you did everything you could to keep them as comfortable, happy, and content as children could be while stuck in a hospital

Despite your efforts, one issue always remained for the children - they were bored out of their little minds. Most of them were bedridden, and the ones that weren’t were confined to wheelchairs whenever they wanted up and about, and as the weeks went on it became far too hard for you to to ignore how discontent with things they were.

And so after some hard brainstorming, careful planning, and the permission of the supervisors, you narrowed down your options and settled on the one thing you had no doubt would liven things up - you would surprise the children with a visit from a real life clown.

Though the Supers were hard to convince (a little too hard, in your opinion), eventually they did relent and allow you to make the date. You got in contact with a local talent agency, insisting you wanted the date to be as soon as possible, and you were told that the closest open booking was October 27th - about a week from the day of the call.

Several times during the wait did you almost spoil the secret as it was becoming harder and harder to contain your own excitement, but you managed to squash down the urge to spill the beans by reminding yourself time and time again that it would be much more exciting for the children if it remained a total surprise.

Despite your excitement, absolutely nothing could’ve prepared you - or Arthur - for how it was going to go.

It was not supposed to go how it did.

It kicked off perfectly: the children absolutely adored him; many of their tired, wan little faces lighting up with a flush of a type of happiness that many of them hadn’t felt in months, their little hands clapping with enthusiasm once he introduced himself as Carnival the Clown.

It was sweet, and you couldn’t help but find him a bit cute - it was evident how much he loved his job, and in return did the children absolutely love him.

And for Arthur, it was the best gig he’d had in a long time. No being yelled at by clerks, no being berated by shop owners, underpaid by parents, none of it - just spreading joy and laughter to some of those who needed it the most, and even the nurses seemed to be enjoying it.

But like every good thing in his life, what was once a happy moment came crashing down quicker than it had even arisen, and this time it wasn’t even a minute into his well rehearsed routine of If You’re Happy and You Know It.

Maybe it was one hop too many, or maybe it was on skip too many; “If you’re happy and you know it - “

“ - Stomp your feet!”

On the second beat he stomped his right foot in sync with the song, in perfect unison with the children who clapped along, and on that same beat did the revolver that he thought had been tucked securely in the waistband of his pants slip down his leg and out the bottom hem of his trousers, clattering to the floor.

It took him a moment to realize his misstep, continuing on with his routine for a split second before he glanced briefly at the floor below him - realizing what had happened right as everyone else did as well - and his heart stopped.

Oh no, oh no, oh, no -

Arthur felt as if he were seconds away from dropping dead. He stood, frozen, caught like a deer in headlights for a second before reality hit him like a rubber band snapping against ones wrist, yelping and lunging for his gun - the pathetic hope that maybe no one actually saw it - but he knew that they did, it was too late, and he was fucked.

The only luck Arthur has is bad luck, and so in his haste to try and grab his gun did he accidentally end up kicking it across the floor with his damn, dumb, over-sized clown shoes as he practically almost tripped over them himself -

Kicking the gun right in between the clean, white loafers of a young nurse - you.

The only thing that stopped him from sticking his hand right there and grabbing it was the fact that you were a female who looked to be about five years younger than him and he realized that would probably make the situation much worse, and he was about three seconds between either sprinting out of the room or breaking down into a full on, painful fit right there, expecting for security to come busting in any seconds -

But what he didn’t expect was for you to bend down, scooping up the revolver with such a gentle grip, your hands holding it as if it were the most fragile thing on the planet as you held it out to him, a weary smile on your face.

“You should be more careful - this kind of prop is really fragile, you don’t want it to break.”

Your voice had a hint of mischievousness to it, and Arthur would’ve thought you’d actually believed it to be a prop, had it not been for the flash of a wink you gave as you spoke the word.

He expected it to be some sort of prank, some sort of joke, and that you were about to laugh at him or pull the alarm and start screaming, but no - you did none of that; instead you just stood there patiently, holding the gun out to him. He had no clue how to really even respond beyond the wide-eyed stare as he gaped at you, and had it not been for the layer of white greasepaint, his face would’ve been flushed bright red.

After a moment does he realize he should probably take it, lest you change your mind, and he quickly yanks it from you, his hands clutching it tightly as he tucks it underneath the physician’s coat he was currently wearing where it was well hidden from the eyes of everyone around him.

All the children had their eyes fixed on him, and he didn’t miss the goggle of the little girl to the right of him; her hands pointed at him in a mock gun formation, as if to say “bang, you got caught.”

Knowing that there was no way he could continue on after that (the moment had been spoiled, the song was over, and everyone was staring at him - a few of the children giggling, but a few of the nurses - save for you - were staring at him, an odd mix of petrification, bewilderment, and anger on their faces), the both of you simultaneously seemed to come to the decision that he needed to leave.

But Arthur didn’t know how to without making things even more suspicious - and this turmoil was one you, an apparent literal angel on earth, seemed to realize.

“Oh, that’s right - you have somewhere else you need to be now, right?” You said, stepping back and twisting the knob of the door open before stooping down so you could pick up his bag, which he’d left by the door. Some of the children sounded their disappointment that the show was over, a chorus of “awws” and “can’t he stay?” following you out the door. “Follow me, I’ll show you out.”

Of course you were absolutely terrified - he’d dropped a gun for Christ’s sake - so once you were out of earshot of the others did you stop, spinning around so abruptly that he almost ran into you.

“You seem like a nice guy so I covered for you the best that I could, but I’m going to need some answers from you now. Why on earth did you think that bringing that with you was even a remotely smart idea? And you need to tell the truth.”

Despite your best efforts at keeping your voice steady and strong, the quaver was noticeable and your voice almost cracked with your demand for the truth. You expected him to get angry with you for how blunt you were (as most people in Gotham would’ve), but once you really looked at him as his downcast gaze fell to the floor did you realize how meek he actually was - almost as if he were scared, like a child being scolded by a parent.

“It... I wasn’t going to do anything with it, I swear -”

“Look,” You said, raising your hand and cutting him off. “You seem like an okay guy so I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but you need to be much more careful next time. Leave it in your bag, or better yet don’t even bring it at all.”

You really did feel bad for giving him such a hard time, but at the end of the day you just wanted to keep both him and everyone else safe. He did seem harmless - but you needed to keep others safe as well by trying to diffuse the situation before it even arose, knowing well that panic and hysteria tended to be, at times, much more harmful than the actual danger itself was.

Despite seeming utterly perplexed by your leniency given that most people in the city would’ve lost their minds over such a situation, immediately was he grateful for your understanding nature. “Yeah - Yes. I will. Thank you, miss.”

His head was bowed just enough to prevent you from looking at his face, ever so reluctant to make eye contact with you was he, and through his timidity were you able to see that he seemed to, genuinely, feel bad. Given how dangerous the city was it wasn’t too far fetched to assume the purpose of the revolver was for self defense, and it didn’t take a genius to come to the conclusion that he probably had a harder time than most people when it came to dealing with the thugs and gangs of teenagers and adults that lingered around the city, just itching to take their angst out on someone.

“Here,” You held his bag out to him, “They don’t check bags on the way out, so if you put it in here no one’s going to see it. You don’t want to risk dropping it again, especially in front of security.”

Arthur didn’t argue, nor did he even respond to your suggestion beyond following your advice and hastily shoving the gun inside the bag, deep below his change of clothes - there wasn’t any sense in changing now, anyway.

You weren’t about to report him or anything, given that he seemed to be telling the truth that he wasn’t going to harm anyone and might’ve just been a little irresponsible with his decision to bring it in with him, but that didn’t mean that your coworkers wouldn’t, and so you knew that you needed to bid him a quick goodbye so you could get back up there and reassure them that everything was fine.

“Bye, Mr. Fleck - and again, please, be careful next time. For your sake.”

You offered him a genuine smile as you two parted ways, hoping it was enough to communicate that you weren’t mad at him or anything of the sort - just trying to keep the peace. He didn’t return it, though, and instead just watched as you turned away and head back down the hallway.

It certainty was one of the strangest turn of events either of you had ever experienced, and while you knew that you’d never forget it, you hadn’t expected that in the coming days you’d end up spending a fair amount of time wondering about him, and Arthur knew he’d never forget the pure kindness and understanding you’d shown to him that day, after he expected to receive the exact opposite.

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Hold Your Hand // Arthur Fleck

X FEMALE!READER

Summary: Penny was rushed to hospital, and you want to make sure Arthur is okay.

TW: Hospital, description of the smell of hospital, swearing (minimal), mention of firearms.

The sounds of people rushing around and talking hurriedly outside of your apartment door worried you. What had happened? Wandering over you unlocked the door chain and peaked your head out. There were paramedics everywhere.

“1...2...3...lift!” The sound of grunts came from inside the apartment a few doors down from yours. The Fleck’s apartment. It consisted of Penny Fleck and her son, Arthur. You had gotten to know Arthur from your years in the building. He was nice, and you had to admit he was rather attractive. He was always kind to you and he wiggled his way into your heart in no time.

Three paramedics pushed a gurney out with a lump covered in blankets on it. At closer inspection, they were taking Penny out. Oh God, what had happened? Stepping out of your apartment, you saw two men in trench coats standing off to the side having a chat. A small flash of light on a badge and a firearm from under their coats affirmed your suspicions that they were detectives.

“Excuse me?” You wandered over to the men. “What happened to Penny?”

They both looked at you, giving you a once over before deciding you were harmless. “Ma’am, do you live in this apartment building?” The more muscular one replied.

“Yeah I live just down the hall. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, ma’am, we just want to ask you a few questions. My name is Detective Burke and this is my partner Detective Garrity.” They flashed their badges and their I.D. “Do you know an Arthur Fleck?”

Immediately, suspicions were raised. What did they want with Arthur? The thing with Gotham was that people generally stuck together in times like this. People who didn’t have much influence tended not to trust those in positions of power, and the police seemed to have quite a bit of power. “Yeah, I do,” your arms folded as you spoke. “What do you want with him?”

“We want to speak to him about the murders of the three men who were murdered on the subway a few days ago. Would you happen to know when he will get home this afternoon?” Garrity asked. You were briefly distracted by his moustache wobbling as he talked until you snapped back to reality.

“No, sorry.” Your arms were still crossed over your body. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse me. I need to get ready to go to meet Arthur at the hospital. I trust the two of you will be capable of calling Ha-Ha's to let him know. Good day, gentlemen.” Before they could get a word out you retreated into your apartment and pressed your back against the door.

Jesus, what the fuck do they think he did? You shook your head and wandered into your bathroom to begin getting ready. The shower did little to remove your worries, the water not acting as therapeutic as it usually did. Your mind was still clouded with Arthur and if he was okay. You had gotten to know Arthur in the times Penny had told him to invite you over for dinner, learning of his condition and his dreams to become a comedian. Regardless of his rather morbid and unique sense of humour, you still found him rather funny.

The subway ride to the hospital seemed to last forever. You were worried about Penny, but you were down-right anxious to see Arthur. He hadn’t been going great lately, and you didn’t want this to be his turning point.

The doors to the hospital opened with every breeze that blew past, overly sensitive in case someone decided to come rushing in. Slipping inside, a smell that was distinctly hospital wafted into your nose; sterile and somehow blue.

You spotted the nurses desk. "Hi, what room is Penny Fleck in, please?"

"Can I see I.D., miss?" The nurse looked tired, you felt sorry for him. By the looks of it he'd only just gotten there too.

"Yeah, sure thing." You flashed your licence.

"Thank you. She is down the hall and in the room on the end. Her bed is the closest to the window." He guided you with little hand gestures.

You turned to leave. "Thank you, have a nice night."

Following the nurses directions, you made your way into the room on the end, immediately spotting Arthur sitting in a small padded chair, staring at his mother. Hearing your footsteps he looked up, shocked to see you there.

"Y/N?" He shuffled over on his seat so you could sit next to him.

"Hey, Arthur," a small smile graced your lips. "Are you okay?"

He paused, "Yeah, I-uh-I'm alright."

"You don't have to lie to me if you're not, Arthur. You know that, right?" You laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. He leaned into it and seemed to bask in its warmth.

"I know. Thank you, Y/N,"

"It's alright, I just want to make sure you're alright, that's all."

"I will be," he stated. He didn't sound so sure of himself, but you didn't want to push him to tell you. That'd be a bad idea.

Looking around the small room, you spotted a clock. It's gonna be a late night, you sighed. I need coffee. Removing your hand from Arthur's shoulder you stood up. You'd moved a few paces before Arthur's voice called out, frantically.

"No, no, no, please don't leave me! Where are you going?"

You'd never turned around so fast in your life. "Hey, whoa, Arthur. It's okay, I was just going to go get coffee." You paused to think. "Did you want to come with me?"

He was by your side in an instant. Together you started weaving your way between hospital beds and dangling curtains, shooting small smiles to other patients you made eye contact with. Once you were out in the hallway, Arthur started to become fidgety, he felt there were too many eyes on him, despite the fact that no one glanced your way a second time.

"You okay?" you whispered.

"I-can-pleas-" he cut himself off.

"Do you want to go back?"

"No! No, uh, I was just wondering, could I hold, uh," he wavered. "Could I hold your hand, please?"

This shocked you. You didn't expect Arthur to ever want to hold your hand, so this was a very welcome surprise. Too shocked to say anything, you let your hand slip into his. Your fingers glided together and linked. Your palms pressed together warmly. It felt natural, like every other time you'd ever held hands with someone felt slightly wrong in some way.

You glanced over. Arthur was looking straight forward with a small blush on his cheeks and a dimpled smile. You squeezed his hand, and the smile widened.

Finding the café wasn't too hard. You just followed your nose. The coffee wasn't the greatest quality, but you couldn't complain. It'd keep you awake for the most part. Walking back to the room Penny was kept in, your hand had never left Arthur's.

Sitting back down in the cushioned chair, your head rested on Arthur's shoulder, his head on yours.

"Hey, Arthur?"

He hummed in acknowledgement.

"Can I kiss you?" It was so quiet you almost didn't hear it yourself. Arthur made no movement, no muscles twitched. Nothing. "I mean, you can definitely say no. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomforta-"

Chapped lips cut you off. Your eyes shot open wide and you were met with the closed eyes of Arthur. Slowly they closed as you registered the warmth of his lips. His lips didn’t move, they just rested on yours. He had learnt everything from watching television, so he still had a bit to learn. Arthur’s lips were warm and inviting, soft. His nose pressed against your cheek and the hand that wasn’t holding yours wrapped around your elbow. You pulled away slightly and he tried to chase your mouth with his.

“Y/N, can we be a…” He coughed. “A real couple?”

A real couple? You liked the sound of that.

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arthur-fleck-is-my-baby · 5 years

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Arkham~ pt. 1

Request: i've never sent a request but i was thinking about a arthur/joker x reader fic where joker is in arkham hospital. Y/N gets to visit her mother there but is send to a false area in hospital. y/n somehow gets near joker their eyes lock and he's all she can think about from now on. maybe he managed to get a key so they can see eachother or smt. im a sucker for a lot of smut and dominant joker rn. i don't even know if you're able to come up with smt like this. maybe you can. it would be great thanks

Notes: I have a part 2 planned, but i hope you like part 1!

Warning: none

Tags: @vemazing ; @ultra-marine-scales ; @ajokeformur-ray ; @live-love-loki ; @taintednihilist ; @alirabbitt ; if youd like to be added to the tag list, lemme know!

You walked up to the large building of Arkham Asylum and you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched. Of course no one was, no one notices anybody in Gotham, especially those entering the Asylum. Walking up the stairs, a chill ran up your spine.

You’d entered the asylum only once before, when your mother was initially admitted 3 months ago. You were only now visiting her but only due to the constant nagging of your father. If it wasn’t for him, you would be as far from the asylum as possible. The cold air of the lobby matched the look, white suffocating walls with a splash of yellow color caused by the dingy lights.

You walked up to the desk and waited patiently for the receptionist to acknowledge your existence. You cleared your throat, and a minute later she spoke. “Can I help you ma’am?” she asked. You faked a wide smile. You told her your mother’s name and she continued to work at the computer emotionlessly. “That way, you’ll know when you get there.” She motioned down the hall. Are you kidding me?

You were about to ask for a less vague direction but were cut off by the ear splitting sound of the phone ringing. The receptionist reached over and answered the phone without blinking. “Arkham Asylum, how may I help you?” The blankness of her voice gave you chills and you decided it would just be easier to find your mother yourself.

You began to walk down the halls, the distant screams of a man causing you to pause momentarily. You hoped your mother wouldn’t be far, but your gut told you that she could be anywhere in the building. After a few minutes of wandering down the hall, you came upon the elevators and a large sign. You read the different units carefully, looking for anywhere you thought your mother might be.

Hallucination...floor 13

Homicide...floor 12

Your spine ran cold for a second time. You pressed the up button and waited for the faint ding. After a few moments, the doors opened and you stepped inside. You pressed the faded number 13, hoping that you were correct in your assumption. The doors closed and you felt the floor ride slowly. You watched as the floor numbers slowly rose, dreading the moment it hit 13. Your silent prayers were answered when you felt a jolt as the elevator stopped moving. The doors opened on floor 6, and two men entered.

One was wearing a nurses uniform and the other wore a white uniform. You recognized it as the clothing patients were made to wear. Your breath hitched as the men stopped next to you, turning around to face the steel doors. The worker leaned over and pressed a button, but you couldn’t focus on him. The patient was closest to you, and you could hear his heavy breathing. Curiosity got the better of you and you looked up at him. To your surprise he wasn’t looking at you, but a straight ahead. He had long brown hair which looked like it had just been washed. He was an average height, though he was decently taller than you. His jaw was littered with salt and pepper, giving you goosebumps. He seemed to notice you staring, as he looked over at you with a blank face. Your eyes widened as you looked into his bright eyes. You hadn’t expected him to be so handsome. He smirked and you couldn’t help but blush. His eyes were soft and you could tell that he was truly looking at you. It was a new feeling, you were used to people looking past you or looking just above you. But he was looking at you. You stared at him, admiring his features. You were snapped out of your trance as you saw the elevator stop at the 12th floor. The doors opened and the nurse, kicked at the patients shins.

“Lets go Fleck.” he said. The patient sighed and walked forward. Homicide.

You made it to the 13th floor and couldn’t help but think about the man. Fleck. It was the only name you could connect to him, but it seemed like a name that fit him. It felt familiar, as if you could see it in your mind, just a little hazy.You walked down the long hall, listening to patients scream about things in the corner of their room, or someone in their doorway. You looked at the names outside the rooms until you came across your mothers. You slowly approached the doorway and could smell her cigarettes. “Hi mom.”

A week later you were back at the front of the large building. Only half of your reasoning being there to visit your mother. Your mind couldn’t stop thinking about the Arthur Fleck. You had racked your brain for days, finally remembering him. You had seen him on the news a year before on the television. He had shot Murray Franklin on live TV after confessing to the subway killings. You remembered having been a part of the riots, supporting him and despising Thomas Wayne. You had looked up to Arthur in that time, even after hearing your parents ridicule him along with the other rioters. They had no idea.

You had half hoped that you’d see Arthur again. Now that you had looked at him, and better yet he had looked at you, you couldn’t help but fantasize. A part of you felt like it was wrong thinking about him in this way, but you honestly didn’t care. What he did was a service to Gotham.

You walked past the receptionist, not even bothering to tell her who you were visiting. She wouldn’t have cared anyways. You walked to the elevator and pressed the button quickly, hoping that you’d run into Arthur. As you stepped inside you couldn’t help but notice the butterflies in your stomach. You pressed the floor for your mother and waited patiently as the doors closed. The numbers flew, speeding up as you made your way to the 13th floor. “Shit.” you groaned as the elevator reached the 13th, ensuring you wouldn’t be seeing Arthur. The doors opened and you didn’t move. You pressed the 12th floor button and watched as the doors closed. What were you doing?

The elevator moved down quickly and the doors opened again. You stepped out and began walking down the long hall. The lights flickered as you slowly looked at each name on the walls. There seemed to be no doctors in sight, common for Arkham Asylum.

Halfway down the hall you heard humming, and when you looked to the source you saw the name “Arthur Fleck” printed on a white board. It was him. You walked up to the door, looking through the small window. He was sitting on a small bed, handcuffed and smoking a cigarette. You knocked, not understanding why. He looked up and smiled at you in the window. You opened the door slowly.

“You’re not my doctor.” he said with a sly smirk. He took another drag of his cigarette and rolled his head back as he breathed. “Aren’t they awful nurses? Leaving doors unlocked. Unsupervised halls. It’s almost as if they want us to escape.” He smiled at you and stood up.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” you said. He walked towards you and you felt as if you would explode. “I don’t know why I’m here but…” You trailed off.

“I’m glad you’re here.” he said with a smirk. “It’ll be nice to finally have someone to talk to.”

And thus began your friendship with Arthur Fleck, a convicted murderer, and your best friend.

Part 2

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five-miles-over · 11 months

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Joaquin Phoenix Characters Masterlist

updated 08 November 2023

Multiple Character Headcanons and Listicles

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as University Students

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Cupcakes

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters - Sleepover Headcanons

• If Joaquin Phoenix Characters Went on Dates

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Comfort Foods

• Holiday Gift Ideas for Joaquin Phoenix Characters

• Commodus, Abbé, and Joe as Parents

Abbé de Coulmier from Quills

• The World’s a Broken Bone: The Abbé comforts the reader - a nurse at Charenton - when they have a severe migraine.

• Let Me Save You: A crossover with Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

• The Ballad of Mona Lisa: The reader confesses to the Abbé about fantasies that they have been experiencing lately. (Smut)

• Abbé de Coulmier x Light Academia (aesthetic board)

Arthur Fleck from Joker

• Yandere Arthur Fleck Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck and Joker Jealousy Headcanons

• NSFW Headcanons

• Yandere!Arthur and Yandere!Joker Dealing With Rejection in Public

• Joker and Cruella de Ville Crossover Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck x 50s Retrocore

Bruno Weiss from The Immigrant

• Bruno Weiss x Roaring 20s (Aesthetic Board)

Clay Bidwell from Clay Pigeons

• Misery Loves Company: Clay meets the reader at a bar and the two of them have a much-needed break from their troubles.

• Hey Good Lookin’: Clay loves it when his girlfriend sits on his lap and asks him for a kiss (fluff)

Emperor Commodus from Gladiator

• Imagine Teaching Commodus to Slow Dance

• The Courtesan: The reader is a dancer that catches the eye of Emperor Commodus at a party

• ‘Till I Hear You Sing: A song-based fic based on “Til I Hear You Sing” from Love Never Dies

• What I Did For Love: Continuation from ‘Til I Hear You Sing’. A song-fic based on “What I Did for Love” from A Chorus Line

• New Girl: A high school AU of the movie Gladiator. The reader has recently moved to Rome and is now a new student at the Roman Educational Institute

• Paparazzi (Hollywood!Commodus x Reader): Another Gladiator AU in which the reader has a chance encounter in Rome with Commodus, a world-famous actor hounded by paparazzi.

• All Love Can Be: Prince Commodus meets the reader through their fathers working together, and eventually decides to ask for her hand.

• Handsome: The reader gets a little drunk while spending time with Commodus, and turns a bit childish and dorky.

• The Festivals of Saturn: Commodus’s first Saturnalia as a young sixteen-year-old co-emperor.

• Lay All Your Love on Me: Commodus falls unconditionally and irrevocably in love with a confident young woman along the seashores of Lanuvium

• Lose Me In the Sight of You: All you wished for was the blessing of Lady Juno that you would find a good husband, yet little did you know that a certain Emperor has grown passionately and hopelessly obsessed with you. (TW: Yandere)

• Emperor Commodus x Vampire Aesthetic

• Commodus’s Outfits as Chocolates

• Similarities Between Chuck Bass from “Gossip Girl” and Commodus from “Gladiator”

SERIES: ALONE WITH YOU INSIDE MY MIND (COMMODUS X READER) - ON HIATUS

The young prince (and soon to be Emperor of Rome) Commodus falls in love with you, the daughter of a nobleman, and nothing will stand in the way of his obsession.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

SERIES: AFTERMATH (COMMODUS X OC) - ON HIATUS

A sequel to the events of the film Gladiator, in which Emperor Commodus survives the duel with Maximus

• Chapter 1: The Impossible Dream

• Chapter 2: Proud of Your Boy

• Chapter 3: The Point of No Return

• Chapter 4: Look Down

• Chapter 5: Beneath a Moonless Sky

• Chapter 6: These Palace Walls

• Chapter 7: Wait For It

• Chapter 8: Something There

• Chapter 9: Be Prepared

• Chapter 10: Twisted Every Way

• Chapter 11: All I Ask of You

• Chapter 12: History Has Its Eyes on You

Max California from 8 MM

• Max California x Dark Academia

• Max California Proposing to You (Headcanons)

Ray Elwood from Buffalo Soldiers

• Ray Elwood Taking You Out on a Date Would Include...

Willie Gutierrez from The Yards

• Blackout: The reader is Willie Gutierrez’s new neighbor, and the two of them accidentally meet during a power outage

• The Light Blinking at the End of the Tunnel: The reader offers some much-needed comfort to Willie after finding out about his dark past.

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aerynwrites · 5 years

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Different

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader

Request: “Hey! Would you be able to write a that basically starts with the scene in joker where Arthur is getting jumped but a woman who lives in his building helps him and gets him cleaned up. Arthur mistakes her kindness and her liking him and he starts following her around and eventually becomes obsessive over her? Thanks! ☺️” request by: @sequinedsuplexes

Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, threatening behavior? stalking.

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: it wouldn’t let me tag the requester so i hope you see this! Also i kinda had a hard time writing this not gonna lie, lol, but i hope it’s not too terrible. Let me know how I did! also I did not proofread this since i’m at work so sorry :/

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You sigh as walk down the street towards your apartment, it was another dreary day in the wonderful place of Gotham. You had just finished with your shift at the hospital and were excited to get home and cook dinner then go to bed. You were fantasizing about the pasta you were going to make when you were almost knocked over by a group of kids running out of an alleyway laughing.

“Hey! Be careful!” you call out catching yourself from falling.

The only response you get is loud laughter as they continue to run away. You roll your eyes and adjust your self before casting a glance at the alleyway they came from. You had to take a second look before you noticed the figure lying on the ground curled in on itself. You walk quickly down the damp alley trying not to trip on any stray garbage bags.

“Hello? Are you alright?” you call before you reach the person.

You see them startle slightly at your voice and start to sit up with some difficulty. You quickened your pace until you were next to them and helped them to their feet. You were caught off guard to see the man dressed in a clown suit, makeup and all. You brushed aside your initial surprise and grabbed his upper arm, steadying his lanky frame.

“Sir, where do you live? I can walk you home and make sure you get there okay.” He looks at you warily, so you point to your name badge, “I work at Arkham hospital as an ER nurse, I promise I have nothing but good intentions.” You smile warmly.

Arthur is baffled. He can’t believe someone is actually going out of their way to help him, especially with the way he’s dressed. He nods slowly and tells you his address and you smile.

“I just so happen to live in the same building, so this works out pretty well actually.”

Arthur is surprised at this information, you don’t look like the type to live where he does, you look pretty well off to be living in his shabby apartment building. But he brushes this off and follows your lead out of the alley.

“Thank you” he mumbles quietly.

You look at him and give a small smile, “It’s not a problem, I couldn’t just leave you there after what those kids did.”

Neither of you say much else on the short walk back to your building or the elevator ride to your floor. You both just so happen to live on the same floor too, who knew? You have Arthur go back to his apartment and wash off his makeup from work before meeting you back at your apartment since that is where you had all your medical supplies. When he arrives, he awkwardly steps in your apartment and he is instantly met with the smell of cooking and burning candles. This place looks nothing like his apartment. It’s well furnished and decorated, clearly you pay attention to details.

“You can sit on the couch if you’d like Arthur” you say as you stir the pasta quickly.

He looks at you suspiciously, “How’d you know my name?”

you chuckle, “I’ve hard your mom yelling goodbye to you before when you leave. I just didn’t recognize you earlier in your makeup is all.”

Arthur nods and takes a seat on the couch, the only reason he knew your name was from your name badge, but the minute he read it he was instantly taken with you. (Y/N) was a beautiful name.

He was brought from his thoughts by you sitting on the coffee table in front of him and looking at his face, examining it. He felt his heart stutter as he caught your eyes and had to look away to keep himself from blushing. He felt your soft fingers grasp his chin gently and move his face to the side slightly. You let go and shrug lightly.

“Well your nose doesn’t look broken, and that was the only thing I noticed was bleeding earlier. Does anything else bother you?” you ask politely, a warm smile gracing your face.

Arthur was absolutely captured by your smile. It was so radiant and seems to draw him in. and your lips…well he would say many things about them.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face, giggling slightly, “Earth to Arthur!” once you had his attention again asked again, “does anything else bother you?”

Arthur felt a blush creep up on his cheeks at the thought of you catching him staring but shook his head anyway.

“No” he said sheepishly, “I think I’m fine other than that.”

You nod and stand up heading to the kitchen, “well then my work is done, “Arthur heard you banging around in the kitchen momentarily before you reemerged carrying a Tupperware container.

He stood quickly as you offered it out to him, “It’s some alfredo I made. I made way too much so I figured you could have some to go.” He took the container from your hands, once again noticing the never ceasing smile on your face.

“Thank you,” he said again, “For everything.”

You keep smiling as you lead him towards the door and he steps out, turning to you.

“It was no problem. Have a good night Arthur.” You said sweetly, closing the door.

In that moment Arthur knew you were the one. He knew he had to have you; you were just too perfect to let go. He smiled and walked to his apartment dinner in hand.

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What was he doing? God he’s such a fucking creep, he thought to himself. Arthur was currently seated in the crowded ER waiting area, watching as you guide assuredly across the hospital floor. You were steadfast in your tasks, helping patient after patient never wavering.

This had become a routine for Arthur on his off days. Wake up, get dressed, follow you to the coffee shop. Watch. Follow you to the subway. Watch. Follow you to work. Watch. Follow you on your after-work errands and then it ended where it all started; at your apartment.

He hated himself for doing this. He knew It was wrong and creepy, but he couldn’t help himself. He was obsessed with you, and from what he could tell you liked him too. With your constant smiles when you would pass in the hallways, your small talk in the elevator, it had to be mutual right? Or else you wouldn’t even look at him, right?

His daily routine was interrupted however when he got fired from his job. When he killed those three men, they had ruined his plans. He was frantic, he didn’t know where to turn.

So, he turned to you.

You hadn’t heard him arrive. You were in the shower when he waltzed in your apartment, clown makeup still on, and took a seat on your couch, staring absentmindedly at the television.

You turned the shower off and stepped out, drying off and wrapping your robe around yourself. Today was another agonizing day at work and you wanted nothing more than to finally break open your bottle of wine and watch rom coms. You opened your bathroom door and walked to the living room, stopping dead in your tracks at the figure sitting on your couch.

You gasped, alerting Arthur to your presence. He turned slightly and you noticed the smeared makeup still on his face.

“Arthur what are you doing here?” You asked, voice trembling.

“I had a bad day.” Was all he said.

You felt yourself shaking as you slowly started to inch your way towards your kitchen which was next to the apartment door.

“Arthur what are you doing in my apartment?” you tried to put force behind this question, but it just came out as a measly squeak.

Arthur turned to face you fully now and it did nothing but put more fear in your heart. You could see red splattered on his coat as well as the side of his face. What had he done?

“I told you,” he ground out, getting more upset at your refusal to help, “I had a bad day!” as he finished his exclamation he burst out into maniacal laughter.

You felt your chest heaving up and down trying to keep up with your frantic breathing. What this fuck is going on? You realized in this moment that Arthur was beyond any help that you were qualified to give. You reach for the landline resting on the table next to your door and pick it up.

“I’m sorry Arthur, but I-I don’t t-think I can’t help you with the problems you’re having” you say, fighting back the tears burning at the back of your eyes, “But I can call someone who can help, I have connections at the hospital.” You assured.

You just wanted him out of your apartment. Now.

At this suggestion Arthur bolted from his seat and took two large steps towards you, “Nobody can help me!” he bellows, “No one listens!”

You felt tears fall down your cheeks as complete and utter fear took over you, “Arthur please,” you sobbed, “Please leave, I’m sorry, I’m sorry if I made you upset” you could no longer keep your voice steady, but you managed to fling the apartment door open and point firmly.

“You need to leave, now.”

Arthur looked from you to the door, then back to you, betrayal filling his eyes. Did you not understand? He knew you liked him back. He just knew it.

He stepped back slightly his demeanor changing slightly, not as angry as before.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized, “I only came here because I know you understand, and I know you would help me.”

You didn’t say anything, his words not calming you in the slightest. He continued.

“We’re meant for each other, don’t you see!” he took a step towards you slightly, “When you helped me, I knew in that moment that you weren’t like the rest of them.” A hopeful look overcame his features as he reached for your hand.

You jerked away and shook your head, “Arthur I was just being nice!” you explained, “That’s what normal people do, they be nice to one another.”

Arthur felt his despair come back slowly as you continued to explain.

“I don’t- “you debated on whether to tell him the truth, afraid it would set him off, “I don’t like you like that Arthur, we’re just neighbors.” You gasp out, “I’m sorry.”

Arthur felt what little sanity he had left break; he was wrong you were like the rest. Cruel, mean, heartless.

He straightened up and you flinched slightly afraid of what he would do, but he just walked swiftly out of your apartment slamming the door behind him. You frantically moved to lock the locks on the door and fell the floor tears of shock sliding down your face. You knew in that moment you would have to move, Arthur clearly had something medical going on, and you did not want o find out what would happen if something went wrong. But right now, you just sat in front of your door, curled in a ball trying to process what had happened.

Arthur strode furiously from your apartment, betrayal filling his heart. He thought you were different. He thought you would understand.

But, in his mind, you were just the same as everyone else in this cruel world.

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pcrushinnerd · 5 years

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The Cat, Chapter 2

Relationship(s): Arthur Fleck x OC/Arthur Fleck x reader

Warnings: Alcohol drinking, some cursing, punk rock, cat

A/N: I was legit bummed when I learned Arthur was originally supposed to have a cat in the movie but they cut it out. Cause, ya know, cats. So wrote this little diddy.

“What do you do for work?” He asked you as he took another sip of his drink.

“Secretary for an insurance company.” You said simply.

“Is that exciting?”

It was boring as watching paint dry, at least the administrative tasks you dealt with. Many of the cases themselves could be interesting, but at the end of the day, “Everybody wants their payout.”

Arthur nodded, but didn’t say anything. You continued to nurse your drinks in silence for a bit, before your television caught your eye. “Hey, wanna see something cool?” You said as you lightly jabbed him with your elbow.

His face brightened. “Sure.”

You rose from the couch carefully, so as to try and not wake Paulie, who seemed content as he lay—eyes closed, throat purring, and paws curled under him—right smack next to Arthur.

“My family used to live in the hills, so we’ve always had cable, so we could actually watch television. No antennae reception and all that. So, I’ve always been a little spoiled by having these extra channels....” You switched on your old television and scooped up your remote.

“It’s one of my few luxuries,” you shrugged. “Besides the booze.” You plopped back down next to Paulie and Arthur. “I guess I’m more just used to having them, really. I fall asleep to CNN many nights, it’s that boring. But this new channel just debuted. It’s called MTV.”

You switched your TV’s clicker to the right channel. The Rolling Stones appeared on screen. You continued talking excitedly about these things called “music videos,” and which of them so far had been your favorites and which ones were too odd or boring for your tastes.

You realized you had been rambling a bit and stopped talking as you finished off your drink. You noticed Arthur was taking in everything you were saying, though, with an amused smile.

“Sorry. I have no idea if you even care about this stuff. I tend to over share like that. What’s your favorite music, if you have any?”

“I love music! I don’t listen to the newer stuff too much, though. My mom and I listen to a lot of Frank Sinatra, Jimmy Durante, Perry Como, Nat King Cole, Dinah Shore, that sort of stuff.”

You nodded. “I admittedly never really have those people on my turn table. They...bring up some old memories, for sure.” You thought of your parents and grandparents, of times gone by that were not exactly halcyon.

“Are you close with your mother?”

“I take care of her—have for as long as I can remember. She...lives with me,” he admitted.

“Oh,” you said, some what surprised.

“I mean—”

“Hey. There’s nothing you have to explain. I took care of my grandmother toward the end, although she was so close to death already....” You turned away. Bringing up that subject stung more than you thought it would.

“Sorry,” Arthur said quietly.

“Nothing to worry about,” you said cheerily as you wiped the back of your hand up against your nose quickly. You rose quickly from your couch again; this time Paulie joined you. Even though you just wore culottes, a tank top, and had your hair up in a haphazard bun, you still felt hot, uncomfortable. You went over to your stereo system and started flipping through your your records. Paulie was rubbing himself against your legs. Sometimes it hurt your heart how good that cat was.

“I am perfectly fine with letting you borrow any number of my records...if you feel so inclined, of course.”

“I better get going....” You turned to see Arthur had rose from your couch. He handed the unfinished glass of gin to you. “My mother’s probably wondering where I am.”

You took the glass from him. “Oh, no, God, I imagine I’ve kept you way too long. I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to worry about,” he smiled, mirroring your earlier words. “I had a good time.”

You smiled back. “Well, you’re welcome back any time, Arthur.”

He nodded. “I’d like that.”

Of course, Paulie felt the need to interject his opinion at that moment. You motioned down to him. “I think he would, too.”

You didn’t see him the rest of the work week. You had been managing to get off work at a reasonable hour that week, so you wondered if maybe he had some random assignments that kept him out to the wee hours, or he was just busy looking after his mother. You didn’t know exactly how sick she was, and didn’t exactly think it polite to ask the next time you saw him.

You shrugged to yourself, as you sat in front of your bathroom mirror and continued applying your eyeliner. You weren’t crazy about the overly smudged look...though you knew by the time the night was over it would look like that anyway. You applied a heavy dose of mascara to both sets of lashes before standing back and surveying your handiwork.

Your hand hovered over your meager collection of lipsticks. You wore exactly one conservative pink shade when you went to work, and wore nothing the rest of the time. But you liked to have a little fun on your nights out. You picked a dark red.

You fluffed up your hair a few times as you grabbed your purse and headed for the door. “I’ll be back in a while baby doll,” you said to Paulie. You looked over to see him sitting on your couch, his leg straight up as he was...washing certain things.

“Okay...you have fun with that.”

You sighed as the aging elevator made achingly made its way down to the first floor. It shuddered at it reached its destination and the doors slowly slid open.

As soon as your way was clear you rushed out—bumping into someone in the process.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry!”

“Sorry ma’am.”

Wait. “Arthur?”

He looked up and regarded you with a quizzical look. “Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “It’s me.” You realized how strange you must have looked compared to when he last saw you: teased hair, intense make up, black leather jacket, torn jeans, and black combat boots. Partly out of nerves and partly out of amusement, you decided to twirl around so he got a full look of you.

“Uh—” Arthur struggled for words.

“Okay, I swear I look like a normal human being most of the time.”

You saw his expression change and worried briefly whether he might fall into a laughing fit, but instead he just smiled. “I kind of like it.”

“Thanks!” Your impulsiveness got the better of you. “Oh my gosh, Arthur. You should come with me. I’m going to the Bowery to see this up and coming band, called Killing Joke. You should totally come with,” you said as you gentle tugged on his free arm, avoiding the one holding a single bag of groceries.

“Oh I don’t know, I don’t normally—”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! Let someone else entertain you for a change, huh?”

At your saying that, something seemed to click. “You know what, sure.”

....

You waited downstairs while Arthur took care of whatever he needed to before he could join you. He emerged from the elevator, his hands stuck in his pockets.

You smiled as you lifted yourself off of the wall you were leaning against. “Ready?”

“Yeah. I have to admit, I don’t know where this is....”

You winked at him. “I know the way.”

....

The Bowery was an abandoned meat packing plant in the Coventry neighborhood of Gotham. Turned into a dive bar/music venue by its latest owner in the late 1970s, it was meant to attract punk rockers and their fans. It also happened to be one of your favorite haunts on Saturday night.

“I know the bartender there, Earl. He’s pretty sweet on me, I guess because I tip relatively well, or just at all.” You chuckled.

You knew the two of you made an interesting couple: the punk rocker and the quiet, conservative guy sitting next to her on the subway. He wasn’t really dressed for the Bowery, but you didn’t care, and didn’t really think anyone else would, either. “Squares,” from school teachers to investment bankers, would regularly visit the place, you supposed out of some morbid curiosity. You just counted your lucky stars you never saw your boss there.

The Bowery was definitely active when you both arrived. Everyone was excited to see an act like Killing Joke. You both stepped inside.

It was loud. Very loud, though not intolerably so. You saw some familiar faces and you lead the way to the bar.

“Hi Earl! Two tequila shots, huh?”

“Sure honey,” Earl responded before turning to the racks of alcohol behind him. He turned back to you with with two shot glasses in hand.

“Thanks!” You slapped down some cash before taking the glasses and handing one to Arthur.

“Bottom’s up!” You said before kicking back the tequila. Arthur hesitated, but eventually followed suit. To his credit, he didn’t choke at all; just made a sour face.

You both found a relatively comfortable place to watch the show from. Every once and a while, you could hear his laughter—that high pitched chuckle that reverberated from deep in his chest, but besides bothering a few people immediately around you, it was too drowned out by the music for it to really be noticed.

Almost an hour passed when you noticed that Arthur seemed vaguely uncomfortable. He was shifting from foot to foot and folding and remolding his arms a lot.

“You ready to go?” you asked him with a friendly smile.

He shook his head. “The show’s not over.”

“It’s okay. I’m pretty tired as well.”

You took his hand before leading the way through the thronging crowd in the Browery. You didn’t notice straightaway when Arthur had bumped hard into a nasty bloke with more face piercings than hair on his head.

“Hey,” he grabbed Arthur by the edge of his jacket and yanked him from your grasp.

“S-sorry!” He semi-yelled to the man, who seemingly had no intention of letting Arthur go.

“Hey!” You shoved your way in between two men. “It was a fucking accident, okay?” You glared at the man.

“Let ’em go Chauncey....” Earl warned from his perch behind the bar.

The man let go of Arthur. He eyed the both of you with narrowed eyes before turning his attention back to the stage.

You tipped an imaginary hat to Earl before taking Arthur by the hand again and continuing your exit.

....

Once outside, you both took a breath of fresh air—which was somewhat a mistake as the trash outside made it not that fresh. You both coughed a bit.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Arthur retrieve a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches from his coat pocket. “That was...quite intense,” he said with a lit cigarette bouncing on his lip.

“That’s why I enjoy it so much! It’s so different from my normal, boring every day life.”

The two of you walked in companionable silence for a while, as you headed for the nearest metro station.

Arthur took a long drag of his cigarette. “Don’t think I’ve known anyone quite like you, y/n.”

“Thank you. I pride myself on not being like anyone else, to a degree.”

Another beat.

“I don’t think I’ve known anyone quite like you, either.”

Arthur looked to you, then looked down. Took another drag. “Is that bad?”

“Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually.” You went to shove your hands in your leather jacket to protect them from the cold, but you left one out and held it out toward him. He gave you an askance smile before taking it in his own. Taglist (feel free to ask to not be on this, but I assume those who went out of their way to repost the last chapter would want to be notified; also if you want to be on it, let me know--next chapter will be up pretty quickly):

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The Joker x Reader - “Nobody” Part 2

After not feeling well for months, The Joker finally found out why: the life threatening condition is so serious there’s only a 50/50 chance of survival. Dealing with a brain tumor is not going to be easy, that’s why The King of Gotham asked his half-brother Arthur to help Y/N while he’ll undergo treatment.

Part 1

“Hey Pumpkin,” The Joker kisses you. “Are you awake?”

You smack your lips and stretch, opening your eyes since you have no other choice.

“I am now… Are you feeling sick? Need anything?” the nursing side takes over while he’s silent, too busy wrapping your right leg around his waist. “Mister Joker,” you immediately gasp. “No guns in bed!”

“It’s not my gun,” he smirks and you chuckle at the evident truth. “When’s the last time we had sex, huh? Two weeks ago?!”

“Mmmm…” you debate, caressing his face. “Something like that.”

“All the meds are messing me up,” J pouts. “Great news though: turns out I’m not dead yet,” he adds and you yank him in your arms before his speech ruins the mood.

“Maybe we should sleep outdoors more often; it seems to have a beneficial effect,” Y/N underlines the welcomed idea The Joker had last night about resting on the terrace.

“Or maybe it’s just from having my girl close,” he utters a nice sentence, instantly correcting himself. “This is clearly the tumor messing with my brain; makes me say weird stuff.”

“Perhaps we should keep it then,” you sigh as The King of Gotham pulls down on your PJ shorts. “I like to hear weird stuff like that.”

“Do ya’?!” he fakes his surprise because he tries to avoid the subject.

“U-hum.”

“Naaah, I vote for sex and dirty talk!” J hisses and slides on top of you, prompting laughter when he starts nibbling on your cleavage. “Let’s have some fun before my mojo’s gone!”

“Mojo!” you repeat since you can’t stop cracking up, the unexpected entertaining morning 100 percent welcomed after the stressful past months.

“Shut up and let’s sin,” The Joker gives in to your charms. “You can be laud: Arthur’s a heavy sleeper, not that he can hear us anyway.”

***********

His brother is actually downstairs; Arthur woke up at 7:15am, moped around for a bit, then decided to cook breakfast. That’s what he’s been doing for the past 20 minutes: it wasn’t difficult to locate the necessary ingredients and bestowing his talents upon the famished couple might help in the long run.

He figured Y/N and J will appreciate his culinary abilities succeeding napping on the inflatable mattress outside; fresh air is bound to make one hungrier than usual.

So here’s the result of his hard work: two plates filled with bacon, eggs, hash browns, waffles and freshly sliced oranges perfectly arranged in symmetrical patterns.

Arthur places the dishes on a tray, humming a little song while he pours hot tea in the cups; it smells delicious and he can’t wait to enjoy the praises: he needs extra credit after upsetting Y/N yesterday with the unnecessary fight she witnessed by accident.

Mister Fleck lights up a cigarette, swiftly creeping out The Penthouse: he puffs the smoke like a chimney, mindful at the ashes flying in the breeze. A few extra steps and he’s almost in front of the canopy; Arthur prepares to announce his presence when moans reach his ear. He freezes and carefully listens, unsure on what to do.

“Oh my God, J!” you squeal as The Joker growls, purring up a storm.

“What are you doing to me, Kitten?”

Further panting and groaning suggests he should probably abandon his plan: Arthur holds in his breath, unwilling to interrupt the fun. The 42 year old begins to gracefully walk backwards, totally caught up in a tiny dance with the food tray.

“Sssttttt,” he admonishes his own action while sliding the glass door. “Let’s give the kids privacy,”Arthur mumbles and covers the plates to keep breakfast warm.

In about 20 minutes he notices J chasing you towards the entrance, your rosy cheeks turning red when you bump into the guest.

“Good morning,” you smile and let The Joker catch you.

“Easy prey,” he gropes a bubbly Y/N although if his older brother is present.

“Morning,” the reply triggers your boyfriend’s out of context comment:

“You cooked?!”

“Yeah,” Arthur gestures at the covered plates. “It’s ready to go.”

“Let me take a fast shower and brush my teeth. Are you coming?” J slaps you butt instead of another encouragement and you steal a piece of bacon to munch on the way up to the master bathroom:

“Thank you Arthur!”

“No problem,” he blows a rebel curl off his forehead, intrigued to see his sibling in a good mood; it’s a well-known fact The Joker didn’t have an abundance of fine days lately. Today must be an exception.

He’s actually the first one to arrive and Arthur has to ask:

“Where’s my sister-in-law?”

“She’s not your sister-in-law!” the sour tone underlines.

“I had you guys married,” the man insists.

“We didn’t agree to that!” The Joker hisses. “I barely tolerate her!” Arthur calmly lights up his second cigarette for the day, sharing wisdom with the feisty green haired menace:

“I wouldn’t take her for granted if I were you; one day you might wake up and realize she’s not even here. I talk from my own experience when I tell you it happened to me too: my relationship with the woman I loved was just an illusion, nothing more. Trust me when I tell you you’ll never feel such a deep disappointment again…”

“Ahhhh, I’m starving!” you pop up in the kitchen, completely unaware of the discussion they’re having. “Coffeeeeee,” you gush at the freshly brewed pot, excited to sip on the miracle drink.

“It’s impossible for us to hallucinate in the same time,” Arthur whispers. “Wanna check to make sure?”

J nods a yes and you’re suddenly trapped at the counter: Arthur grabs your right hand, his brother your left, both squeezing your fingers.

“I think you’re OK,” Mister Fleck concludes and you’re confused:

“What’s going on?”

“Confirming you’re real,” he admits on their strange experiment.

“Of course I’m real,” Y/N frowns, yet she has a vague idea regarding the mysterious behavior.

“Perfect; take your coffee and let’s eat,” J avoids expanding on the topic; that’s the best he can muster without revealing the slight panic at the thought you might be a product of his imagination.

*************

“I have a meeting at Savage Club this evening. Could end up profitable, depending on the terms. Would you care to accompany me?” Arthur offers to get The Joker out of the house for the heck of it.

“Nah…” the latest mutters, quite uncomfortable after his afternoon pills.

“Come on, baby; let’s go out!!! It’s been forever!” you implore because the proposal sounds super enticing. “I miss having fun,” you blur out and continue when his bitterness is obvious: “Not that it’s not fun staying home. Pleeeeaasseee, can we? I promise I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t need you to take care of me; I’m not a child!” The Joker raises his voice and you are frustrated since no matter what you articulate it gets twisted.

“Why do you have to be like this?...” the rhetorical question is a clear statement of how much you hate conflict over trivial issues of no importance whatsoever.

Your other half believes otherwise.

“Like what, hm? Like what?! Explain so everybody can get an intelligible and logical breakdown!!” J yells for no reason but you are so done with his outbursts.

“Never mind,” you sniffle and stroll out on the terrace in order to avoid more bickering; today started so damned uplifting and you don’t know how to keep things together anymore.

When you give your all and you don’t receive too much in return, the good moments blur out in the background to the point of becoming insignificant.

“You’re a jerk,” Arthur affirms after he’s left alone with his sibling.

“Pfft,” The Joker rolls his eyes. “It’s the tumor,” he sarcastically emphasizes.

“Bullshit! It’s not the tumor, kid. And I’m taking her out, she earned it. Your crabby ass can stay here; Y/N is certainly due for refreshing fun!” the fierce answer provokes J’s resentment.

“Definitely not!!!”

“Watch me,” Arthur scoffs at his relative’s conduct, deciding to follow you outdoors.

You watch the busy city from the 30th floor and it’s safe to say you don’t really see it; the wrists loosely hanging over the railing cue him to approach with caution.

“I had this epiphany that you should escort me to Savage Club,” he tests the waters. “If you don’t fancy to attend the gathering you can always sit at the bar and have some drinks. Call me insane but I have this hunch you might want a distraction.”

“I can’t,” you regretfully inform. “I have to ensure J takes his medications and eats; what if he has an episode while I’m gone?... I simply can’t…”

“Plenty of people to supervise him; he’ll be ok.”

You don’t reply and Arthur lights up another cigarette, nonchalantly chatting with the quiet Y/N.

“Tell you how this will play: we’ll get ready and at 6pm we are leaving with or without the kid. If he joins it’s fine, if not… infinitely better,” he elbows a sulky Y/N. C’mon, put on a happy face! See?” he grabs the corners of his mouth and forces them into an eerie grin, eager to demonstrate his proclamation. “It’s not complicated, you just have to practice,” he moves his fingers to your face and elevates the corners of your lips, trying to mimic a smirk for a few seconds. “Tough crowd…” he grumbles when there’s no reaction. “Don’t make me take out the heavy artillery,” Arthur threatens. “I used to do stand-up comedy, you know?”

“… Did you?...” you finally respond to his repeated attempts, pretending you are clueless of his skills.

“You should be aware I’m a tour de force nobody should reckon with,” Mister Fleck boasts, super confident he can make you laugh.

“Yeah, after you tell a joke there’s so much silence you can hear the crickets chirping all the way from New York!” J snarls because he tiptoed on the patio to spy on the conversation.

“Oh yeah?!” Arthur gets annoyed and without further delay he lays upon you one of the best masterpieces to ever emerge from his genius brain: “I hope my death makes more cents than my life.”

And now he waits… and waits…

“Told you before: it’s not funny,” The Joker reprises his march back to the Penthouse, thrilled at his brother’s failure when the unthinkable happens: Y/N bursts out laughing like crazy, not necessarily due to the pun being hilarious (she actually finds it kind of sad, that’s why she didn’t react sooner).

Arthur’s inflated ego makes him shout from the top of his lungs, ensuring the younger sibling can perceive his triumphant bragging:

“IT IS FUNNY!”

************* “Welcome to my humble kingdom,” Joker guides you towards the bar among the increasing ruckus his presence is creating among the audience.

Savage Club belongs to him and his “fans” meet here on a regular basis: a safe haven for the eccentrics, misfits and wackos, ready to do whatever necessary to please their role model.

Arthur picks a microscopic crumb from the collar of his impeccable red suit while pulling a high chair for you:

“Take a sit,” he quickly glances at the huge mirror behind the counter to make sure his clown make-up is flawless: it took him an hour to get ready after you accepted his invitation. He’s usually faster yet the feminine company required auxiliary efforts; it’s not every day you steal a woman from her crib and take her out for invigorating entertainment.

The woman being your brother’s partner makes it even better.

“J is not answering my texts,” you sigh, already worried he might be sick.

“It’s his fault for acting up,” Arthur takes out a cigarette and seven hands holding lighters pop up around him. He chooses the one belonging to the pretty lady to his right, giving her a little wicked wink that visibly flusters the recipient of such undivided attention. “I’m going to my meeting, it should take too long,” he addresses Y/N and she nods, prepared to guzzle down much needed alcohol away from the grumpy boyfriend.

“Nothing happens to my sister-in-law,” Joker barks at one of the bouncers on his way to the VIP room; there’s no soul to argue the disclosure regarding your connection so he gets away with it.

“No worries, sir; she’s safe.”

“You misunderstand,” Arthur cuts him off. “This is for their safety,” he points at the mob. “In case you didn’t recognize her, that’s Y’N and she’s in a foul mood; we all heard rumors about her temper, hm?”

“Yes, Mister Joker.”

“Don’t be an idiot!” The Clown scolds. “My brother’s Mister Joker; I’m simply Joker. Or did you forget?!”

*************

1 hour and 13 minutes later

“How are we doing?” Arthur makes himself comfortable next to you, gesturing at the 8 empty shot glasses collected in a small pyramid.

“Amazing,” you slurp from your second Mai Tai cocktail and chew on the pink straw.

“How many can shots can you handle?” he curiously interrogates the buzzed Y/N.

“About 5,” you snort and it makes him content to notice you’re carefree for once.

“Going overboard?” Arthur snickers and you lift your glass, lively concluding: “I’ll drink to that!”

He has no beverage so he snatches a beer bottle from a guy, inquiring:

“Did you touch this?”

“Not yet, sir.”

“It’s mine,” he clinks the container against yours and instructs: ”Here’s to going overboard; bottoms up!”

**************

“Look who’s home at 2 in the morning!” J criticizes when Y/N and Arthur show up in the living room at The Penthouse.

“I wasn’t aware we had a curfew!” your drinking buddy enunciates as you hide behind him, concealing your face in the soft fabric of his jacket.

You obviously thought your boyfriend would be in bed but nope, he waited for your victorious return.

“A-are you mad?” your slurred words dissipate in the air, closely followed by hiccups.

The Joker exhales, resigned: oddly enough he missed you, although you were absent for a whopping 5 hours and a half.

“No.”

“Oh my God!” you peek from beyond your human shield as if the opposite was stated. ”W-what are you gonna do?”

“You’ll see,” J finally takes his night meds: he postponed the remedy because he wanted to be awake for this magnificent after show.

“Oh my God!” you squeak, appalled. “W-what are you gonna d-do?” the repeated question prompts actual confessions:

“First, I’ll help you take a shower and brush your teeth…”

“Oh my God!” your eyes get big like this is the worst thing ever; the inebriated Y/N can’t connect the dots too well.

“Then we’ll have sex and I’ll be sweet; you won’t remember in the morning,” The Joker sneers.

“Oh my God!” you glare at Arthur completely dumbfounded, then at J, then at Arthur who’s sturdily holding your arm so you won’t fall.

“Stop teasing her!” he hisses.

“I’m literally replying to her quizzing.”

“W-what are you gonna do?” the plastered Y/N has to know again.

“This is your fault!” The Joker comes to grab you, exasperated. “I consider you responsible!”

“Cool,” Arthur proudly delivers his date to the rightful owner. “I’ll retreat to my room and leave you kids alone,” he waves and distances from the couple while blessing them: “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Nobody and Joker!”

“Shut the hell up!” his brother snaps, irritated at the persistent charade.

“You may kiss the bride!” Arthur mocks, positively not giving a crap about the rant: he’s an individual with a mission and won’t admit defeat that easily.

“Can you believe this shit?!” The Joker complains and shoves Y/N in one of the bathrooms downstairs. “Ewww, you smell like a distillery,” he rants while tugging on your clothes.

“Oh my God!” you whimper, distressed at his words.

“Ugghhh, you sound like a broken record!” The King of Gotham urges you to step in the shower and it doesn’t fail:

“Oh my God!”

“Seriously??!!” your actions skyrocket his blood pressure to unknown heights. “Take a break!”

“A-are you mad?” you stutter, the hot water making you even drowsier.

“I’m starting to be!!” he reprimands and you fakely sob since you can’t recall how to cry properly:

“W-what are you gonna do?”

The great Clown Prince of Crime huffs, convinced the universe unleashed you upon him to test his patience as punishment for past transgressions:

“Why me?!”

You rub your eyes and J turns off the water, bundling the intoxicated Y/N in a huge towel.

“Stupid helpless burrito,” he grunts and sweeps you off your feet, entirely done for the night.

Ahh, it sure feels nice and you bury your cheeks in his neck, burping in the process.

“Jesus!” he protests as you clumsily apologize:

“S-sorry baby…”

“I should push you off the balcony and be done with this ordeal!” he stumbles on the hallway, vexed.

The Joker really should have kept his opinion to himself since Pandora’s Box is automatically reopened.

“Oh my God!”

“I’m cursed,” the genuine declaration is accompanied by a soft kiss; despite the circumstances, The Joker is not that angry.

Arthur closes the door to his bedroom, delighted to have observed the scene:

“He kissed the bride,” the man inhales from the last cigarette of the day, flicking the bud out the window afterwards.