#leto joker x reader

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Leto! Joker x side chick! Reader ig…

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Barely proofread ts so i’m so sorry if u see errors

pt 2

Description: You work at one of Joker’s clubs and he starts to take an interest in you….

Every night there would be presents and money left on my small table in my small ass kitchen in this small ass apartment. 

It all started when I finally learned the real identity of my boss’s boss’s boss at the club I worked at. I really needed money desperately for my family who lived out of the country. I’m currently working on the papers so they can gain legal presence but until then I need to work hard and study hard. 

At the club I worked at, they paid me better than most places and I would be able to go to university in the daytime and work at night. 

The club was pretty high class, there were many high profile politicians who were VIPs. Given that they were even at a club, they were most if not all sleezebags who tried to hit on the staff to the point that I could file sexual harassment charges. But nevermind that. 

The club was so high class and full of VIPs that I didn’t expect it to be owned by the biggest crime lord in this city, the Joker. This whole city was corrupt in and out. Even if I tried to file those sexual harassment charges I would’ve been shut up instantly. 

When I saw this head of green hair and his pale deathly looking skin and his red lips that I couldn’t tell if it was lipstick or blood, I tried my best to not be noticed by him. 

Though he looked like a corpse he was extremely attractive. Maybe in another universe I would actually try to get at him. Well and if his fellow Clown Queen of Crime didn't exist. She frightens me even more than Joker. Well actually that’s a lie but as a girl I can say that we’re ruthless when it comes to boyfriends and husbands and such. Too blind and in too much love to use actual reason.

Harley’s beautiful though they genuinely look good together. 

I went over to Joker’s table where he was talking to (or more like taunting) his client to drop off the drinks. It seemed that everyone else already knew what his regular drink was and his client’s. 

I tried my best not to mess up or to not loudly drop the drinks because at this moment I could actually not stop my whole body from shaking. They continued talking about their deal without even looking at me. I kept a friendly smile on my face. 

I walked off a bit quickly because I was terrified. Yet I felt like someone was staring right at me. I quickly turned my head and all I could see in that moment was Joker with his usual devilishly grin looking straight at me. My blood ran cold. 

When I was out of his sight I closed my eyes and started to pray. 

‘Dear God, please forgive me for any sins I have committed for I do not want to die tonight. I have too much to live for so please don’t let me die. Thank you for everything you have blessed me with Lord, amen.’ 

I was crying internally. 

Literally was gonna kill myself right then and there. But I brought myself back to reality and back to work. 

Whenever I would come to work the Joker would be there with Harley. 

I literally think I’m going crazy because I think he keeps looking straight at me…. With his girlfriend/wife/partner in crime which was even worse. Yeah he was hot but cheating men are scum of the Earth. And Joker’s a mass murderer and other stuff. To be honest I kinda forgot I’ve been too busy with school to care about politics….

I finally got a shift off and a day off of school today. I’m just gonna sleep and lounge around and be fat. I got out of my bed to go get some more ice cream in my kitchen. 

It felt a bit unnerving when I was in the kitchen, like someone was watching me. I shook off the feeling because I had locks on every single window and door. The crime in my country is a bit bad so Gotham wasn’t that much different. 

As soon as I turned around to go back to my bedroom with my ice cream in hand…

“Boo!” 

“What the fuck?!” I screamed so loud that I dropped my bowl of ice cream and it shattered. 

“The look on your face doll… it’s so… funny!” The intruder was the Joker and he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop laughing at my reaction. 

“…” I just stood there in silence thinking about how that bowl was so expensive…

I didn’t want my floor to be sticky so I started picking up shards of the really expensive bowl. 

“Aww~ Are you.. mad doll~?” He teased me with his usual grin. 

“Not really, I’m just a little sad because this bowl was really expensive.” I sighed to myself. 

“If that’s it then here.” Joker tossed money at me. 

“Um… It’s okay I’ll just work for it back.” My mom always taught me that I shouldn’t accept money and that I should always offer to pay so I gave that money back to him. 

“Just take it Doll, think of it as my~ first~ gift~ to~ you~” he really emphasized on the last part like really. 

He got comfy and sat down on a table chair as I cleaned the floor from the sticky mess. 

That sounds a little wrong, I just mean my ice cream trust…

After cleaning it all, it occurred to me…

Why and how did the Joker get into my apartment…

My blood ran cold. I feel like I could turn into a reptile with how much my blood goes cold. 

“I liked seeing you at my club but I like seeing you in this shaggy apartment more.” He looked at me. 

“Um… how did you get in here?” I spoke quietly afraid I would somehow strike a nerve. 

“It was easy! I broke your window.” He spoke like he just finished climbing Mt. Everest. 

My mouth dropped to the floor. 

Like I tried to close it but it just wouldn't. 

“…” 

“What~? Cat got your tongue Doll?” He grinned. 

I’m actually going to kill myself. 

At this point I hope he pulls out the glock 19 and shoots me….

Wait but all my windows are barred up…

I looked into my living room and realized there was glass everywhere and the metal bar was stretched apart enough where it would fit the Joker perfectly. 

Calculating the cost in my head I actually started to cry. Tears ran down my face. 

I would be fine if I picked up a few extra shifts but I had to study more because finals were coming up. I’ll have to cut down on food and sleep…

The Joker awkwardly patted my back. 

“Here’s some more money Princess.” 

“I.. Cant accept it.” I said between sniffles and pushed his money back to him. 

He suddenly grabbed my head with both his hands and made me stare him in the eye. 

“Take. The. Money. Princess. Or else I’ll shove it down your throat.” His face was way too close to mine. 

“Thank you…” I tried my best to smile while he was still manhandling my head. 

He kissed me out of literally nowhere. 

My blood went cold again. 

I don’t want to be a mistress or some side bitch….

And Harley’s gonna kill me……

Yet it felt so good. 

[gothamitelove]

Hey. Could I request a “dating joker would include…”? (Jared Leto’s joker)

thanks!!

hell yeah!! first im gonna send you over to this post if you haven't already seen it, but here are some other hcs i have for him:

dating leto!joker headcanons:

this man is VERY touchy. he likes knowing you're nearby, and even more so than that, likes knowing you're his

will absolutely use that to scare away anybody he thinks is making eyes at you

also very fond of giving you stuff. part of it is a possessive thing (a lot of things are, with him), knowing that you're wearing things he gave you, but he also likes giving you things he knows you'll like so you wear that pretty smile for him

he does love it when you smile. he thinks your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world

when he's asleep, he looks... peaceful, actually. the most peaceful you've ever seen him.

he kind of attaches to you like a koala when you're in the same bed at night. you could be on opposite sides of the bed to start out with but you WILL wake up with him all over you

a HUGE fan of the holding your face in his hands thing

not above sitting in your lap! this is the joker we're talking about, he is nothing if not flexible (in a couple different ways, my friend)

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hey, how are you doing? :)

may I request Leto joker smut headcanons?? thank you

Still in mood swings. Hope ya are feeling good tho :]

Also this is a short one, i was out of ideas

Leto joker x gn!reader

!! Warning: Smut !!

Okay, he'll be into almost anything. As long as you are enjoying yourself.

He would like to dom you. But somehow you can convince him to be a sub.

When hes a dom he'll let out low grunts. But when hes sub, he'll be shamelessly moaning out loud.

He'll be running his hands around ur body. Telling how beautiful you are, moaning for him.

I don't think he minds toys.

Aftercare is holding into you, not letting go.

[ateliersss]

DC

...is part of The Bookshelf.

The Joker

Sweet Dreams Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Summary: It wasn’t the first time you stayed up worrying about him. After all, his occupation was an incredibly dangerous one and you knew his life expectancy was significantly shorter than most. From the moment you realized you were head over heels in love with him, you’d been trying to prepare yourself for the day when he didn’t come home.

Memories Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Summary: When they took you, J lost his mind for the second time in his life…

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

Done Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Summary: After a fight with the Joker at the club you decide you are done.

Love at First Sight Part 1, Part 2 Summary: The reader was a detective at the MCU the night the Joker escaped from the interrogation room, blew up the room, then escaped with Lau. After the briefest of interactions with the infamous Joker, she feels… different and is haunted by their meeting. One year on, and the Joker has finally broken out of the Asylum. 

The Damned Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Summary: Imagine being raped and left alone to die in streets. Your savior comes in the form of Gotham's most wanted criminal. What will happen once the two of you start to get closer?

Rescue Me Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Summary: Imagine after the Joker saves you, he falls for you and wants to help you get revenge on the man who abused you.

Asking For It Part 1, Part 2 Summary: Imagine the Joker breaking into your apartment to hide out from the cops. However, he doesn’t know what kind of surprise is waiting for him.

Joker and His Jester Part 1, Part 2 Summary: Imagine your the biggest fan of the Jokers. You have control over Gotham City while the Prince of Crime is locked away in Arkham. You decide to plan his long waited escape so you can have him all to yourself.

Run Away Summary: You are fed up with the Joker's bullshit and decide to turn yourself in.

First Kick Summary: Imagine being pregnant with the Jokers child and in the middle of one of his business deals both of you get excited when the baby starts kicking. 

Drugged Summary: Imagine going to the Jokers club and almost getting drugged.

Interview Summary: Imagine being a writer and your boss wants you to write an article about the Joker, no matter how dangerous it could be.

Forget You Summary: Imagine getting in an argument with the Joker. In his anger, you get hurt and end up with amnesia. Will your memory come back? Will you forgive him?

The Deal Summary: Imagine being the Jokers girlfriend, you’re kidnapped and tortured. To make it all stop, all the Joker has to do is turn himself in to Arkham Asylum and give up his freedom forever. Regardless of what happens, there is going to be a lot of pain.

Addiction Summary: Joker and you were a couple in the past, but you broke up. Years later you come across to each other and you both admit you missed each other a lot. Harley doesn't like that at all.

Damaged Summary: Imagine being the Jokers Queen. And weeks after being kidnapped and tortured, you’re finally brought back to him.

Fame Summary: Imagine being a writer for the Gotham Gazette and you try to get perfect picture of the Joker for your article, but you get caught. 

Mine Summary: Imagine the Joker being protective of you and not being happy when Harley tries to kill you.

Distress Summary: Imagine almost losing your baby when a deal goes wrong and it causing the Joker to go crazy.

Just Go Summary: Imagine the Joker breaking up with you because he wants to keep you safe. Only to have you get kidnapped anyway.

The Cure Summary: Imagine being poisoned and the Joker never leaving your side as you both wait for the cure.

The Watcher Summary: Your life changes after a bank robbery sends you into the arms of Gothams most dangerous criminal. Little do you know, he’s had his eyes on you for awhile.

Surprising Summary: Imagine your the Jokers new girlfriend. Everything is going fine until Harley tries to get revenge, little does she know that your a force to be reckoned with.

Saving Mr. J Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Summary: You see Mr. J in an alleyway injured and alone so you help you.

Smile Kitten Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 Summary: The Joker finds you wandering the streets of Gotham and decides to take you home.

Imagine: giving birth to your child with the Joker

The Article Part 1, Part 2

Close Call

Heroin

I Don't Love You (I Do)

Joker x Chubby!Reader

The Worst Surprise Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Convenience (Series) Summary: After his oldest friend loses everything, Bruce suggests a marriage of convenience that will benefit them both.

Apart Summary: You and Bruce have been married for a few years, but unfortunately for you he's never been much to show his affection. Will you two work your relationship out when you see him acting stranger and being further apart from you?

Into the Abyss Summary: Bruce should’ve known that nothing in Gotham City ever is smooth sailing. But when the one person in his life who means most to him gets kidnapped, he feels the darkness descending on him.

Long Overdue (Series) Summary: Reader was with Bruce in the past, but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on a raid when they're overwhelmed.

Batmom (Series)

I Want A Divorce

Motherhood

Rescue Mission

Jason Todd

Cravings Summary: You are pregnant and really want pickles. What you don't know is that your little escapade searching for pickles will lead to you finally meeting Jason's family.

Serendipity Summary: Jason Todd goes missing and his brothers investigate...

A Mother's Love Can Never Be Outgrown Part 1, Part 2

Victor Zsasz

Undecided Summary: Imagine finding out you were pregnant and wanting to talk it out with Victor.

Walk Her Home Summary: Working at the Iceberg Lounge, it’s inevitable that you’ll come into contact with a wide range of criminals. But only one manages to catch your eye - famed assassin, Victor Zsasz.

Killer Croc

Human

[misfitgirlwrites]

The Joker Masterlist

I feel like I have enough fics to make this its own separate post, and I'll add the link to the masterlist instead :)

Where else do I write?

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IMPORTANT LINKS

Writing Request Info | Commissions Info | General Masterlist

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CW Guide

🔞 | Smut

💀 | Gore

✨️ | Fluff

💔 | Angst

THE JOKER (Heath Ledger)

We'll Laugh Together Masterlist

Til' Death Do Us Part Masterlist (Sequel)

Overprotective!Joker x Reader ✨️

Mistletoe ✨️

Don't Tell Me You're Jealous 🔞

Joker Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️

NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Rainbow Hair ✨️

100 Degree Adventures 🔞

Clumsy Bunny ✨️ | x reader ver.

Ace 💀 ✨️ | x reader ver.

THE JOKER (Jared Leto) [I NO LONGER WRITE/TAKE REQUESTS FOR THIS CHARACTER]

Late Night Inconveniences 💀 ✨️

ARTHUR FLECK

Arthur Fleck/Joker Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️

NSFW Alphabet 🔞

Deep Breaths 💔 ✨️

Arthur with a Touchy-Feely S/O ✨️

JEROME VALESKA

Rain 💔 ✨️ | Ice Cream (Part 2) 💔 ✨️

Speeding Ginger ✨️

Cart Rides & Samples ✨️

Let's Rob A Bank! ✨️

New Year's Destruction ✨️

Jerome with a Cheerful S/O ✨️

Just Picture Them with Their Heads Blown Off! ✨️ | x reader ver.

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Valeska Twins) Part 1 | Part 2 🔞

Until We Meet Again ✨️ | x reader ver.

One More Time 🔞

Height Exceedment ✨️

JEREMIAH VALESKA

Death By Pleasure 🔞

Pre-Spray Jeremiah Having A Crush On You/How Would He React ✨️

You're Mine (Post-Spray Jeremiah) 🔞

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Valeska Twins) Part 1 | Part 2 🔞

Dream Blurb ✨️

By now I've 100% put my focus on other fandoms, but any request for The Joker is welcome ALWAYS

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The King and His Queen

Joker x Reader

Words: 3.7K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stopped dead in your tracks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He let out a sigh.

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

You freeze once again.

Assassin? You? What was he talking about?

"I-I-"

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

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

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

This was all too much.

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

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

"Amnesia?"

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One Week Ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

Five Months Ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perfect day.

At least it was supposed to be perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quiet.

Without his Queen what does a king worth? Nothing.

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

He just sat there.

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

Denial

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

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

Anger

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

"SHE DIDN'T DIE! YOU HEAR ME JONNY." 

"Yes, Boss."

Bargaining

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

"What if we go and find her Frost?"

"I'll get a car ready."

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

Depression

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

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

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

And once again Jonny was right.

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

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

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

"Yes, Boss."

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

Acceptance 

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

Took him a couple of hours to finally speak.

"She's gone isn't she?"

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

"Frost!"

"Boss?"

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

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

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

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

Revenge.

---

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

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

Then came the news.

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

And the perfect plan was created. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There goes the plan to wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This place could never be yours.

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

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

"Is that-is that a Monet?"

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

"It's a really good copy."

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

You looked at him, eyes big.

"I-It's real?"

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

"Are all...paintings?"

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

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

But it couldn't be true.

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

This almost looked like a shrine to you.

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

It was you, undeniably, you and him. 

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

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

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

"My head hurts." you said.

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

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

The Joker noticed you looking out the window.

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

Like you knew where it was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Am I really The Joker's wife?"

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

"Worse?"

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

You looked from him towards the dress.

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

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

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

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

Photos.

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn't your husband.

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

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

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

You sat in the chair across from him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You want them back?"

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

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

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

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

The End

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

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

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[sardonic-the-writer]

───── ❝ so what are we. some kind of suicide squad? ❞ ─────

suicide squad drabbles:

n/a

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[ppawmkinz]

Just enjoy.

[k4marina]

too far in || j.r

for that anon that requested this, i like the way you think. ;)

synopsis: just a snippet of your relationship with the joker

warnings: joker (bc he deserves his own warning), sexual/suggestive themes, angst ig, my spelling probably.

fem!reader x joker

you really couldn't pinpoint when or how it started. it's almost as if he'd always been there; by your side in your bed. you knew it was wrong. having these.. relations with gothams most wanted was a sure way of having either gcpd on your front door or batman, and if the time came you hoped it was the former.

tonights no exception either. it's late, way past anyones bedtime. you're in your bed, sleeping after a long day of work when you felt the bed dip. something that always left you mesmerized was how he never made a sound. you'd only know he was there if he wanted it to be known, otherwise he would just blend into the shadows.

no words are exchanged, you don't need too. you both know what he wants and you have not problem giving it to him after all, you want it too.

he slips in you so easily like all the other times. his cut and callused hands sending shivers throughout your body, jagged nails gripping onto your flesh.

his hips are rutting into yours, leaving you breathless. depending on the time of night or on how much energy you both had it was either slow and somewhat meaningful or crude and animalistic, you just couldn't decide which one you'd prefer.

the only sounds he would make would be low groans and pants or the occasional dirty talk or instructions, never being one to make useless chit-chat, "that's it baby, right there," "what a filthy cunt, just taking my cock in" "imagine what people would say if they found out what we were doing."

you on the other hand were left hot and bothered. moaning whenever he'd hit that right spot, whimpering when his nails or sometimes teeth would clamp down on you, whining every time he'd finish and leave you empty.

when you wake up he's never there, but you know that he was by the smears of red and black grease paint on the pillow next to you. you'd push down the hurt you'd feel in your chest. it's okay. it's for the better. anything more or with him and your life is basically ruined.

but you knew, you were far too deep into him.

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Joker Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS

Taking Off Their S/O's Makeup 🌺(Could you do Duncan Vizla,the Joker and whoever else you’d like.)taking off their s/o makeup after they come from a nightout because they are too drunk to do it themselves 💛

Stress Test 🌺can i request Duncan Vizla, the Joker, Victor Creed and what would they do if they see their s/o down because they're stressed due exams?

DRABBLES FROM MY🧠

Leaving Legacy 🌩️the Joker is captured by Batman. Leaving Y/n, his girlfriend to hold up his legacy but what happens when a woman nudges herself between the criminal and the good girl turned mafia leader?

You Just Wrote Your Death Wish 🌺Y/n is taken by the Penguin and Joker is ready to collect

Lipstick Kisses🌺

Living On The Edge 🌺Dating the Joker had its ups and downs, some would say more downs...

Waves 🌩️ J doesn't like waves

Surrounded In Gold🌩️🌺

The Queen Of Gotham🌺

Purple Coat🌺

PICTURE IMAGINE

Joker stealing the world’s rarest and most expensive diamonds as a surprise for you🌺

Joker Looking At You🌺

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38. Joker - A Love Story For The Books

* Warning: powers/abilities, murder, torture, kind of follows the storyline of Harley Quinn. *

* Synopsis: Even with your telekinetic powers, you’ve always wanted to remain normal to the world and what better way to be normal than to become a psychiatrist like your older sister, Harleen Quinzel. What you didn’t expect was to ever sit in on one of her sessions with the Joker, and neither did Harleen who had done everything in her power to keep you and him away from each other for your own safety. With your new found infatuation with the criminal clown and his amusing interest in you, what could possibly go wrong? Or right, in your opinion. *

Harleen’s dull gray heels drummed against the cold concrete that the two of you were currently walking on. The sound of her heels were accompanied by her flipping through pages on her clipboard. It had been almost thirty minutes since your older sister had spoken a single word to you but you could hear the slow huffs of her breathing as she grumbled in frustration. Harleen wasn’t angry with you, no, in fact she was more worried about you than anything; instead, she was pissed off at her boss who assigned you to her side today knowing that she was working with the Joker. Even though Harleen was seething with frustration, worry, and anger, you were ecstatic. You were tired of the same old same old everyday and you swore if you had to listen to another person talk about something that lacked any real interest again, you might actually blow your own head up. Of course you understood that not every crazy case was going to be off the walls in terms of interest but because of Harleen’s persistent worry for you in this field of work, she’d made it her life’s mission to keep you with all the snooze fest patients.

You were so lost in your rambling thoughts you hadn’t noticed Harleen had stopped until you smacked right into her. A yelp left your dusty rose lips as you quickly drew your hand up to your nose that was now throbbing in pain.

“A warning next time would be great,” you grumbled.

“Sorry,” she replied shortly, “Now listen up, okay. Whatever he says in there, you can’t listen to him. He’s going to make up some sad story about his childhood, it’s fake so don’t fall for it.”

Your eyebrow arched up quizzically, “Then why do you let him tell you something if you know it’s false?”

“Because you learn more from the patients who lie.”

Harleen didn’t say another word before placing her keycard against the lock. There was a quiet chime before the red light switched to a green light, then the sound of metal scraping against metal abused your ears as the lock came undone. The noise was so loud, you almost flinched. When the noise subsided, Harleen pulled the door open and walked inside, leaving the door open so that you could go inside too.

On the inside of this cell it was like any other cell here; there was a single bed sitting in the corner of the room with a thin mattress that didn’t even have a sheet on it; a small, paper thin blanket for them to cover up with laid folded at the end of it as if it had never been used before; in the opposite corner was a desk attached to the wall with a singular, shitty chair for sitting at. Other than those things, the room was pretty bare but most of them were. Occasionally there would be a few patients who had wall art hanging up from their family members or from themselves but it was rare.

As Harleen made her way to the rickety chair in the corner to sit down at, you finished closing the door, waiting for the lock to click. Through the window there were two guards standing at their post which was protocol when a psychiatrist entered a room with any of the patients; they were all criminally insane and at any point in time they could do something to cause harm.

There wasn’t another chair for you to sit in, so you ended up standing beside Harleen. Your eyes had been so busy everywhere else you’d failed to see the Joker sitting at the edge of his bed completely swaddled in a straight jacket. His icy blue eyes pierced right through you causing you to swallow hard on the build up of saliva collecting in your mouth. Harleen’s pen clicking was what helped you to switch your gaze away from him but you could still feel him looking at you.

“Dr. Quinzel,” the Joker purred, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. And I see you’ve brought a lovely guest. What’s your name, doll?”

You didn’t get a chance to answer because your sister did for you.

“You’ll address her by Dr. Quinzel too, Joker,” Harleen stated promptly, not even looking up from her clipboard.

“Two Dr. Quinzels!” He hollered delightfully, “Aren’t I the lucky one?”

When Harleen didn’t reply to his outburst, you gave him a small smile.

“I’m her younger sister,” you added, “Y/N.”

“Y/N Quinzel,” he mulled over, a grin plastered on his painted lips, “I like the sound of that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, at least that’s what you thought it was.

“That’s enough,” Harleen said, “it’s time to get started.”

You couldn’t blame Harleen for trying to stick to her questions, she had always wanted to be a psychiatrist and she took her work incredibly serious. You pulled out the copy of questions your sister gave you and readied yourself to follow along with the conversation. You didn’t need to write anything down, that was Harleen’s job, all you needed to do was listen in and learn. It was a practice run so that eventually you could start talking to patients by yourself.

“Now, Joker,” Harleen started, “why don’t we start where we left off.”

“Right,” he chuckled, “where did we leave off, Dr. Quinzel?”

Turns out they left off talking about the Joker’s father. Like Harleen had told you, the story was sad and in your opinion, it was overly sad. And he kept changing things, making it almost impossible for you to keep up with the conversation. What you did notice was the way his eyes watched you. You weren’t sure if you should say anything, your sister’s head buried in her papers where she couldn’t see anything. Maybe that was her way of keeping things professional, she didn’t stare at her patients too long or at all. The Joker didn’t seem to mind her not paying attention to him, his gaze was fixed on you and he had no intention of looking anywhere else for the entire session. It was weird to you because even though his eyes should have been making you squirm where you were standing, it wasn’t; in fact, they felt nice. There was no other way to describe it because it was nothing you’d experienced before. It was almost predatory like but there was a hint of possessiveness. Now there was no way you were paying attention to the actual reason you were here and judging by the smirk on his ruby stained lips, he knew it too.

Before you knew it, the session was over and Harleen was thanking the Joker for his time; something she did with all her patients. She was also the first to leave the room, leaving you behind which worked out perfectly for you. You stole another glance back at the Joker, his eyes still resting on you. You swallowed hard, turning on your heel to leave, the door closing behind you. It was odd, once the door closed and locked you found yourself missing his presence. Sighing heavily, you shook your head and ran after Harleen, grateful that you had worn converse instead of heels like she did.

For the next couple of weeks you joined Harleen in her sessions with the Joker; after about the fifth session, you’d been upgraded to a chair which worked for your aching feet. Harleen was gathering her belongings when the Joker decided to press his luck in having an actual conversation with you.

“How are you liking your chair?” He questioned, “I’ve noticed you swaying on the balls of your heels for the last couple of sessions. Couldn’t see you in any pain any longer so I asked one of the guards to bring you your own chair.”

You hadn’t noticed before but you had even started massaging your ankles trying to remove some of the swollenness, even now you were doing it even though you’d been sitting. Though sitting in this chair for a mere hour didn’t compare to the rest of the day when you were on your feet.

“Oh,” you said, meeting his eyes and pulling your hand away from your ankle, “thank you, that was very kind. It actually feels nice to get off of my feet for even just an hour.”

“That’s so good to hear.”

“Y/N.”

Harleen’s voice sliced through your conversation like a freshly sharpened knife causing you to flinch.

“It’s time to go.”

She was holding her notes against her chest, staring at you knowingly.

“Right!” You said, hopping out of your seat, “right. Let’s get moving then.”

Before you and Harleen had left the room, the head doctor, Dr. Louis, poked his head in. There were two guards accompanying him for his own protection; a lot of these psychotic criminals would enjoy getting their hands on him so he needed to be watched over constantly.

“Ah, I thought I’d find the two of you here. I just wanted to let you guys know that from now on Y/N will be taking the Joker as her patient. Harleen, you’ll be seeing after our newest patient.”

“What?” Harleen and I said at the same time.

It wasn’t in the same tone: Harleen’s was more disbelieving while yours was more exciting. You had started working here a year ago but had never been allowed to take on patients by yourself. You always accompanied another doctor with their patient which is why you were so damn bored with it. Unless you were a high level doctor like Harleen or Dr. Louis, you didn’t get to see the incredibly dangerous criminal patients that they harbored here at Arkham. It astonished you that Dr. Louis was trusting you with the most dangerous patient here. Of course it might have something to do with your telekinesis, you could easily apprehend the Joker with your mind if you wanted to.

“We have a new patient coming in, she’ll need a lot of your attention, Harleen. I’m sure with Y/N’s skills, she’ll be able to handle this clown with ease.”

You stole a glance at the Joker who was now laying back on his bed with an amused look on his face, unbothered by Dr. Louis’ choice of words.

“You hear me, Joker,” Dr. Louis added, “your new doctor will now be Y/N Quinzel, so get use to seeing her face.”

He grinned wickedly, “I look forward to a fresh, new, beautiful face.”

Dr. Louis left the cell with Harleen running after him in protest, leaving you alone with the Joker for the first time. You turned to the table where Harleen had thrown her things down at the sudden news. All of the papers were scattered now, some even littering the floor, making you huff.

“My,” the Joker chuckled, “she’s trying so hard to keep you away from me.”

“Don’t pay her any mind,” you said, kneeling down to pick up her discarded papers, “she’s just protective of her little sister, is all.”

He didn’t say anything and the silence between the two of you was peaceful. You finished gathering all of Harleen’s papers before standing up and turning to him.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” you state.

“Guess so,” he sang, still grinning from ear to ear.

For the first time since you’ve been sitting in on these sessions, you smiled back. The way you went about things was completely different from your sisters: whereas she was cold and distant, you felt that it made things easier to be friendly towards the patients, it helped them trust you just a bit more. Without another word, you gave a slight wave and left the room, listening as the doors locked behind you.

The next day you were over the moon since it was your first day being alone with the patient. The night before you stayed up planning every question you could possibly think to ask. You had to ignore Harleen’s countless calls because you knew she was only calling to warn you once again about the Joker’s routine antics. It felt like she didn’t think you could do this but it was ridiculous because you knew you were more prepared than anyone could be.

Pulling an all nighter was probably the worst thing you could have done, on top of the two large coffees that you had plus a third. All of that caffeine was making your heart beat fast but you ignored it, not wanting to be sent home or to the ER on your first day. Like usual, you entered the Joker’s cell, this time alone, and saw the shadow of two guards outside the door. The Joker was sitting in his bed in an upright position as if he had been waiting for you for hours, though you knew that wasn’t true.

“Good morning, Dr. Quinzel,” he greeted.

“Good morning, Joker,” you returned, “and please, just call me Y/N. I’m not really into formalities.”

“Then it’s only fair that you call me Mister J,” he smiled, “it’s what all my friends call me.”

You smiled. “Then let’s get started, Mister J.”

Your first therapy session with the Joker went as well as you expected, of course you didn’t think anything he said was the truth but it amazed you that he could come up with so many different ways to lie about his family life. You didn’t mind the lies, it kind of felt like a new story being read to you everyday which is what you wanted in the beginning.

As you were writing down what the Joker said, you noticed the Joker squirming around his spot.

“Everything okay?” You asked, folding your writing hand over your clipboard.

“Sitting like this for so long makes you kind of stiff,” he grumbled.

His discomfort seemed genuine and you hated it when people were uncomfortable.

“Is your…your jacket too tight?” You asked.

“A bit. But nothing I can’t handle, doll. Now where were we?”

You took a deep breath, thinking of probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever thought of. Only the guards had the keys to the most dangerous criminals white jackets but with your telekinesis you could easily undo it and give him a bit of freedom.

“I could help you.”

He brought his icy blue eyes up to meet your gaze.

“And how could you do that?” He questioned curiously.

“I could remove your jacket. Just until our session is over, then it’ll have to go back on.”

He didn’t seem to understand, everyone knew doctors didn’t carry keys to undo the jackets as well as they didn’t care if the patient was uncomfortable. The question for him was how were you planning to remove the jacket without a key and why would you do something like that?

“How?”

The Joker watched your eyes flutter shut before he realized that his white jacket was starting to undo itself. There was the soft clinking of the locks before they clattered to the floor, the fabric started to untangle itself too, giving the Joker some room to even just wiggle around. That left another question in his head: were you doing this with your mind?

Soon the entire jacket had been removed from his body leaving him shirtless; the jacket was now neatly folded and sitting beside him on his bed. For the first time in months, the Joker was able to move his arms. Standing to his feet, the Joker stretched his arms and popped his back. By then, you had opened your eyes again and were watching his every single move. Not because you didn’t trust him but because it fascinated you to see even someone like the Joker finding satisfaction in being able to stretch his arms out. You honestly didn’t think anything bothered him but clearly you were wrong.

“Feeling better?” You quizzed, pulling yourself up from your chair.

It had been awhile since you had used your telekinesis so it made you dizzy to stand up so fast. You swayed a bit on your feet before tumbling forward, only to be caught by the Joker with his newly free hands. It was the least he could do since you took his chains off.

“I feel fantastic, doll,” he hummed, grinning from ear to ear, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling fine,” you muttered, steadying yourself on your feet, “I haven’t done that in awhile.”

“And what exactly was that that you did?”

“I used my telekinesis to remove your jacket. And later, I’ll use it again to put the jacket back on you.”

Finally you were able to stand on your own so you released the Joker’s broad arms, smiling a thank you to him.

“We have twenty-five minutes left until our session is over, so you have that long to get in as much exercise as you need. We can talk while you do so, it won’t bother me.”

So that’s what the Joker did. As the two of you spoke about his falsified childhood while he did whatever exercise he needed to do. When those twenty-five minutes were up, you quickly put on his jacket before the guards came to escort you out like they did at the end of every session.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mister J.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

And that’s how it went for the next couple of months. You would sit with the Joker and discuss a new family situation, never really getting anywhere new, while he was able to freely roam around in his cell while working out his arms from all the knots that were in them. What you weren’t expecting was to fall in love with him. He was kind, sweet, and always asked how your day was going like he actually cared. You didn’t know if he truly did or not but the interest in his voice was much needed, especially lately.

“Oh, kitten,” the Joker purred, getting closer to you, “you seem in a foul mood today. Is everything okay?”

You tore your eyes away from your papers, there weren’t many questions today and it seemed like the questions list was dwindling more and more everyday.

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, “I’m fine. There’s just a lot going on at home.”

Despite how hard you had been working, you never seemed to meet your parents’ expectations and their expectations were high considering they wanted you to be exactly like Harleen. And more frequently you’d been going over there with Harleen to have family dinners and somehow you never seemed to get the same praise you felt you deserved. Instead, your parents were always finding ways to critique your work, never seeming to understand that you had earned your patient’s trust rather than ignoring their basic needs as human beings. They had said on countless occasions that they wished you were more like your older sister, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say it hurt your self esteem a bit.

“No need to worry yourself about my home troubles, Mister J. Tell me-”

“Ah, ah,” he said, his fingers gripping your chin so you couldn’t look away, “I’m more interested in what you have to say. You can tell me.”

For some reason it really felt like you could tell him. So all of a sudden you found yourself crying out your complaints to the Joker as he consoled you; it was like he was the therapist and you were the criminal in need of some real mental help. And the way he soothed you made you fall in love with him more and more. He patted your back while you wiped away a few tears; you were grateful that you skipped wearing any makeup today even if you looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks. The Joker had his hooks in you and he knew it. By the next session, you’d be ready to give him anything he asked for and he knew just what he needed to make his escape.

The next session, you felt better than before and you had a little more pep in your step too. You were clenching your notepad in your arms as you sped off towards the Joker’s cell. You couldn’t help the feeling in your chest that made you excited to see him and honestly you hoped that he felt the same way. Today you brought him a present, something to brighten up his little area and hopefully make him smile some more. Once again you heard the slow, loud clicking of the metal locks before you pushed the door open. As routine, the door closed behind you and the guards stood outside ready for whatever. However, the inside of the room was just a bit different. There was a table now in the center of the room with two chairs sitting on either side of it. It was a new accessory that was a bit different then what you were use to. The Joker was already sitting patiently at one end of the table, a grin plastered over his painted lips.

“Dr. Quinzel,” he said, “my favorite part of the day.”

“We’ve been over this, Mister J,” you laughed, “just call me Y/N.”

That made his smile wider.

You took your seat across from him, your notepad finding its permanent spot in front of you on the table.

“I got you something,” you said happily.

“What have you got?” He purred.

“Got you a kitty.” You pulled out the stuffed cat and started playing with its little paws.

“So thoughtful.”

As usual, you used your telekinesis to undo his jacket giving him free range to move around. However, he didn’t get up and move around like usual, instead, he sat in front of you just eyeing your every move. You felt nervous under his gaze, a light blush sketching into your cheeks as you tried to look away. You finally built up the confidence to make eye contact with the Joker.

This therapy session wasn’t going anywhere near how they normally went. He was much more flirtatious than usual and you found yourself watching him with eyes filled with admiration, care, and love. You were so lost in his eyes and words that you didn’t realize how close the two of you had gotten, your face merely inches away from his own. You don’t know how it happened but you had fallen in love with him, and despite your brain telling you how stupid it was to be in love with him, your heart yearned for him. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him and he knew it.

“Should we get started?” You asked, trying to put some space between the two of you.

“Actually Doctor,” the Joker hummed, “there’s something you can do for me.”

“Anything,” you said a bit too excitedly before correcting your tone, “I mean, yeah, of course.”

He shifted. “I need a machine gun.”

The request caught you off guard and your head was screaming at you to stop listening to him like your sister had told you to.

“A machine gun?”

A big, toothy grin stretched from ear to ear.

You knew you shouldn’t do it. That you should warn the guards about his plans. But the way he stared at you, you felt intoxicated and ignored every rational sense you had.

You just weren’t expecting what came next.

You had used your telekinesis to sneak the Joker a machine gun late in the evening, as well as distorting the cameras so you didn’t get caught. You figured he just needed the machine gun to escape, go back to his busy life causing chaos in Gotham. But he had other plans before he went back to his normal shenanigans.

Before you knew it, gunshots were flying through the halls of Arkham as people dressed in animal costumes. Guards were falling down as more and more bullets pierced their skin; you ran, trying to find some coverage while you repeatedly asked yourself what you had done. This wasn’t what you wanted, not even in the slightest. You tried to sneak away, but in the end you were snatched up by some guy in a suit and another guy in a costume. You screamed, thrashing yourself around trying to loosen their grip but they were too strong for you physically. You don’t know why it didn’t come to you, your mind running so fast that you completely overlooked your telekinesis.

The two men strapped you down to what you think was a gurney.

“Get off me!” You snapped through gritted teeth, trying with all your might to push them off.

But in the end, they got the best of you and were able to strap you down. It was only then did you remember your telekinesis, however, the Joker made an appearance distracting you entirely.

“What do we have here?” He grinned, waving his hands around.

He positioned the light above the gurney in front of your face causing you to squint momentarily.

“I did everything you said,” you rasped, “I helped you.”

The Joker just watched you for a second before laughing quietly, anger prominent in his voice as he spoke.

“You helped me by erasing my mind? What few…faded memories…I had left!”

With each word, he slammed his fist against the cushioned gurney. You’d have flinched if you hadn’t loved him so much. You watched him run a hand through his messy green hair.

“Oh. You left me in a black hole of rage and confusion. Is that the medicine you practice, Dr. Quinzel?” He snapped his purple glove.

You shook your head.

“What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mister J?” You asked.

He reached beside you, taking hold of the equipment that some doctors used to erase patients memories of traumatic events in their life. You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Oh, I’m not gonna kill ya,” he grinned, rotating the shock sticks beside your head, “I’m just gonna hurt ya. Really…really…bad.”

All of a sudden, the small amount of fear you felt in your body was gone. You no longer felt anything but a want to prove that you could handle what he dished out.

“You think so?” You asked, your body no longer shaking, “Well, I can take it.”

The Joker snapped his belt off and folded it in half making a snapping sound as he tightened it. Then he placed the leather material into your mouth making a barrier between your teeth.

“I wouldn’t want you to break those perfect, porcelain cap teeth when the juice hits your brain.”

Then all of a sudden you felt the electroshock surge through your head and you tensed up, your back arching off the gurney. Your telekinesis had a mind of its own while you were incapacitated; the leather straps holding you snapped themselves in half, a table was thrown against the wall, and the lights shattered. It all excited the Joker more and more, making him understandably curious about you but knowing that this was the end of the line for both of you. He’d always have you sketched into his brain and he knew he had left a permanent mark in yours. He just failed to realize that you wouldn’t give up on him just because he caused you a lot of pain.

You practically made it your mission to seek him out; you quit your job much to your families surprise, and you spent every waking day mumbling to yourself as you searched for the Joker. He wasn’t a hard man to track down and when you did manage to find him, he always seemed to need something that involved your telekinesis. You didn’t mind but you had hoped that all of your help would make him consider taking you in and making you his. But it never seemed to work out that way and you were finally getting frustrated, even desperate for him to acknowledge your love for him.

One night you were waiting on the side of the road outside his club, hoping he’d come out and see you. However, you were left disappointed again when you saw him in his purple Lamborghini, driving to God knows where not even sparing you a second glance. You had half a mind to flip it over, show him you aren’t someone to ignore but you didn’t want to hurt him, instead you stole someone’s motorcycle, using your powers to shatter the chain that was used to keep it from being stolen. The owner didn’t know he’d have to protect his bike from thieves with telekinetic powers. And who could blame him as these abilities weren’t common, even in Gotham.

You followed the Joker on the bike, speeding up so that you could catch up to him. Finally you were able to pull up beside him, looking his way in hopes he’d notice you. He did, of course, but his reaction wasn’t one that thrilled you. He pulled his hand up beside him as if trying to block you from his line of sight. Hurt and anger surged through your veins as you let out an irritated yell. You sped up, taking the lead in front of him. Little parts inside you could feel his annoyance creeping across your skin but you didn’t care. Once you were a good distance away, making sure by looking back, you turned the motorcycle on its side and let it scrap against the midnight black paint. Sparks flew and you were positive that the paint on the side was done for. When the bike came to a stop, you hoped off of the part you had been standing on and planted yourself firmly in front of it, any fear in your bones having been erased that day in Arkham.

To anyone looking at it, it looked like the Joker had no intention of stopping but instead had every intention of running you down in the road. However, with an annoyed grunt and a roll of his eyes, he came to a quick, jerky stop.

“You…”

“You’re not leaving me. You’re not leaving me!” You yelled, slamming your palms into the metal of his vehicle.

“You…you really are a pain in the ass.”

Just as the Joker exited his vehicle, an eighteen wheeler pulled up behind him.

“I have done everything you said. Every test, every trial, every initiation. I have proved I love you. Just accept it.” You pleaded, tears pricking the corner of your shining eyes.

He lifted his hands, “Got it, got it, got it, got it. I am not someone who is loved.”

He clapped his hands in front of your face.

“I’m an idea. A state of mind.”

The eighteen wheeler started honking while the Joker spoke. But it didn’t deter him.

“I execute my will according to my plan and you, doctor, are not part of my plan.”

He had done a complete circle around you and was now standing back in front of you, so you pulled your hands up to touch his face. His skin felt nice against your own, almost like they were made for each other and you wondered why he didn’t see that.

Once again, the eighteen wheeler honked this time more frequently.

“Let me in,” you pleaded, “just let me in. I promise I won’t hurt you!”

He had pulled himself away from you, laughing at your words just as the trucker exited the drivers seat of the eighteen wheeler.

“A promise, promise…ha…ha…ha…”

“Hey dickface!” The trucker yelled, “Mind screaming at your bitch somewhere else.”

The Joker continued to laugh, completely ignoring the trucker. Your mind moved on its own and soon the Joker’s personalized gun was removed from his leather jacket. It floated through the air before your mind pulled the trigger, shooting the asshole who was interrupting your conversation. His body fell to the ground with a thud.

“I was gonna say,” the Joker said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He had stolen a quick glance at the dead trucker before returning his gaze to you, this time the floating gun pointed directly at him. The cool metal barely grazed his deathly pale flesh. He rested his forehead against the barrel of the gun and raised his hands up playfully, grinning.

“Don’t hurt me,” he joked, “I’ll be your friend.”

You held your gaze, never tearing your eyes away from the gun letting it continue to float as your mind willed it to do. The Joker hummed, his voice deepening as his smile and joking behavior disappeared.

“Do it. Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.”

“My heart scares you,” you gritted, “but a gun doesn’t?”

“Do it!”

But you couldn’t and he knew you couldn’t. So within a mere second, he snatched his gun out of the air and your mind stopped buzzing. A headache growing from the overuse of your ability. You were mentally exhausted and the Joker could only laugh, pushing his own gun against the side of his head.

“God, if you weren’t so crazy, I’d think you were insane.”

He was glaring at you now, his expression dark and uncalculating. A few tears slipped off of your face and dropped onto the ground as you stared at the man you told yourself you loved. Even now.

“Go. Away.” He said.

He left you standing there, getting back in his Lamborghini and driving off. You choked back a few sobs, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears before walking in the opposite direction he had driven off in. What you didn’t see was the Joker watching you through his rear view mirror. Even though he kept trying to deny it, you were interesting and the more interesting he thought you were, the more captivated he felt by your presence. He knew you loved him but he wasn’t sure how he felt about you. He took his eyes off of you for a split second and when he tried to look at you again, you were gone. It was almost like you had never been there, at least that’s what he would have thought had the dead trucker not been laying in the road still.

Grumbling to himself and slamming his hands against the steering wheel, the Joker pulled a sharp u-turn, the tires screeching against the cement road. Hitting the gas pedal as hard as he could, the Joker sped off to find you, wondering why he couldn’t keep you out of his own thoughts.

He found you not too far away from where the two of you had conversed. You had your arms wrapped around your body as you walked, sulking harder with each step. Quickly, almost harshly, the Joker yanked his car in front of you causing you to stop walking. Your eyes widened as he climbed out of the driver's seat and made his way to the passenger’s seat. Quirking an eyebrow upwards, you watched as he opened the door and looked at you.

“Well,” he muttered when you didn’t move, “get in.”

It was a small gesture, even after your conversation with him just a second ago, but you still smiled hard and hopped into the passenger’s side. He closed the door behind you, got back in his own seat, and sped off, not telling you where the two of you were headed.

You weren’t expecting to be taken to a chemical plant. The words “Ace Chemicals'” faded into the building walls telling you this place had been out of use for some time. It smelled too and you had to hold your breath until you could stomach whatever that stench was.

The Joker watched you intently as your eyes wandered taking in everything it passed. He was fascinated by how curious your little head could be but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

Finally the two of you reached a room that was layered with nine vats of chemicals at the bottom. The Joker and you were standing on top of the black, metal that held you above the acid. The metal was slick with water from whatever but really it was as safe as could be. You followed the Joker to the edge before peering down at the vats of chemicals that covered the floor. They were bubbly and made weird hissing noises making you wonder if they were incredibly hot.

“Question,” the Joker started causing you to look away from the chemicals and up at him, “would you die for me?”

“Yes.”

You didn’t even hesitate with your answer.

“That’s too easy,” he muttered, “would you…would you live for me?”

The question meant something so different than his first. Life was cruel and there were so many things to hate about life, dying was easy because there was no suffering. So in a sense, he was asking you if you’d suffer for him. Which you would.

“Hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Careful,” he whispered, “do not say this oath thoughtlessly.”

He brought his tattooed hand up to your face, his fingers grazing your cheeks causing you to shiver. His touch had you so intoxicated that it felt like you were drunk from a whole day's worth of drinking.

“Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes…power.”

His fingers traced over your face, slowly sliding down the sides of your cheeks barely gripping your chin until he rested his finger against your lips. His eyes flickered hungrily at your mouth and you desperately wanted to close the gap between the two of you.

“You want this?”

Again, you didn’t hesitate. “I do.”

He tilted his head back, keeping his hand on you.

“Say it,” he rasped, “say it. Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty…”

His voice got softer until it faded and you felt your heart throb with both love and lust.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“God,” he chirped, “you’re so…good.”

He gestured to the edge of where you two were standing. You walked over to it and peered down at the vats of chemicals again. Your logic was screaming at you to change your mind but you couldn’t afford to listen to it. You were almost there, he was almost yours entirely. All you had to do was fall into the chemical and he’d have you. You turned to face the Joker, his eyes watching you intently. You extended your arms before falling backwards letting gravity carry you. The cool air felt nice against your skin as you plummeted; your eyes fluttered close as you thought about all of the things that you were about to experience. While most people would be terrified if they were in this current situation, you found peace with it.

The Joker peered over the edge and watched your body splash into the dangerous liquid. He had finally done it. He’d gotten rid of you. He turned on his heel and headed towards the exit. However he wasn’t able to make it past a few steps as he remembered all of the kind things you had done for him throughout his time of knowing you. Using your telekinesis, you had given him a small amount of freedom from the straight jacket he’d been chained up in for months. You didn’t snap at him or say anything to him out of anger like most the doctors did, you seemed to actually care for him. Even after he tricked you into giving him the machine gun and using the electroshock therapy on you, you still wanted him. And for some reason that filled the Joker with a sense of guilt that he didn’t even think he could feel. With a low growl, the Joker removed his leather jacket hurriedly and went back to the ledge where he jumped in after you.

He reached forward and took hold of your sinking body, pulling you tightly against his body. You fit perfectly against his muscular frame. The two of you floated back to the top, the Joker’s lips on yours filling your lungs with life. You let out a soft gasp as he pulled away, your eyes staring into his as you searched for a trick but you couldn’t find one. He leaned down again, your fingers finding their way to the back of his head, and the two of you kissed.

After only seconds, the Joker pulled away, keeping you wrapped in his arms, and started laughing. The color from your clothes mixing with his. You smiled, pulling yourself closer to him. He was yours, and you were his. Forever.

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Leto! Joker x Side Chick! Reader part 2

1033 words dw im writing the smut part and again barely proofread so im sorry if u find mistakes

pt 1

description: you work at one of joker’s clubs and he begins to take interest in you… pt 2

I got my window fixed and a new bowl thankfully. If it was just me living there at the apartment I wouldn’t care about the bowl but I was preparing for my family to come and live with me. 

But for some reason I began looking for Mr. J more and more. But he stopped coming to the club. I didn’t know why. Maybe he got tired of me?

Actually I’m stupid. That’s a good thing. He cheated on Harley…

…with me. 

That goes against all and every girl code out there. What am I doing with my life? I need to focus on school and work. 

The night I got home was when I started receiving gifts from him. Sometimes it was flowers, sometimes it was cash, sometimes it was even food. Every night I felt guilty. 

One day, Joker finally showed up to the club, with Harley. The feeling I felt so strongly in my heart was guilt. (And jealousy but i’ll never admit that) 

I placed down the drinks they usually ordered. 

“Sorry hun! Puddin wants to try something different today.” Harley spoke to me. 

I smiled back. 

“What would Mr. and Mrs. J want today?” I smiled. 

“Hmm… Doll what should I get today?” He turned to Harley.

I froze up at the nickname. I should’ve known that nickname wasn’t just for me. It was mad fucking embarrassing. It didn’t just feel embarrassing it made me feel disgusting and fucking nasty. 

I could feel my face getting red from anger and embarrassment. 

It looked like Mr. J could sense how I felt as he had the same grin on his face. It made me realize that being with him was dangerous for my mind and body. Yet there was something about him that was unexplainably alluring. 

“Oooo~ I really liked the green thing we had last time!” Harley smiled ever so sweetly. 

I went back to reality. 

“We’ll have the absinthe.” The Joker looked at me up and down with a grin. 

I’m a fool. 

“Yes I’ll get that for you right away.” I smiled and walked off. 

I’m so fucking stupid. 

“Wow, that was fast, Miss Waiter!” Harley exclaimed. 

“Thank you Mrs. J.” I tried my best to sound like I was laughing genuinely. 

Joker just grinned at me like usual. 

I couldn’t tell you about what I remembered about my shift except for that part. I got home quickly that night. On my table was a note with an address

written. 

I quickly gathered all the random presents Joker left for me and put it in a box neatly. 

It wasn’t right of me to let myself be a mistress. I needed to stop this. I couldn’t let myself catch even bigger feelings either. Why was I jealous of Harley even though he was already hers? It’s not right of me to think of such a thing. I’m not about to be a homewrecker. 

But what if he reacted badly to me saying no? He’s literally batshit crazy. He wouldn't hesitate to blow my head off. I still have a lot of things to live for. Maybe I should just stay home. 

But if he gave me this note tonight then he wants me to come tonight. Right?

So what if I had a slight smile currently? He’s hot and i like being wanted, that's all. 

I googled how far the address was and it was actually pretty close. I quickly arrived at the address. I knocked on the door and was met with a shirtless Joker. 

I touched my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling. 

“Hi I’m sorry but I can’t accept this Mr. J.” I said quietly while trying to avoid looking at his man tities and his ripped ass chest. 

There was no grin on his face but more like a scowl. It shook me to my very core. I was too used to his devilish grin. (It was kinda hot though…) 

“Doll you’re breaking my heart! Those gifts were just for you!” His usual grin appeared on his face again. It 

His use of the same pet name for Harley and me was repulsive. Yet it made my heart twist and turn. 

“Give these gifts to your actual girlfriend Mr.

J. I don’t want to disturb your relationship and I need to focus on school and work.” I couldn’t bear to look at him so I focused my attention on the ground. 

He put the box of gifts I held in my hands down on the floor. 

“Aww~ Are you jealous Princess? Harley is my girlfriend, yes. But you’re the only one that’s in this smalllll tinyyyy heart.” He put my hand onto his chest. 

Would he kill me if I squeezed it a bit? 

“…” I didn’t want to retort back and get my head blown off. But this whole thing we had was morally wrong. And I knew if I fell in even more love with him I could never escape those feelings. I don’t want to die. 

“Mr. J we can’t- I can’t do this. You already have a girlfriend and I need to focus on-“ 

I was cut off by him shushing me with his finger. 

“You can’t but I definitely can. Who said anyone needed to know about us, Doll?” He held me in his arms. 

“But Mr. J…” I was conflicted. 

My life or him? 

“C’mon Princess~ be with me. I’ll make sure you never worry again.” He said like he knew exactly what I was thinking. 

He kissed me…

And I kissed back. 

He’s probably done this to so many other girls but my body, heart, and mind couldn’t escape him. 

Maybe a few more days wouldn’t hurt. 

I spent the night with him. When I woke up he had already left. There was a note left next to me with his number on it. 

I felt lonely. 

My knees literally buckled with every step I took. It was really bad. I thought I was gonna fall multiple times. Thankfully I was able to get into my apartment and I slept for a little longer. Yet it felt cold without the warmth of Mr. J. 

[gothamitelove]

cellmates (joker x reader hcs)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[montimer]

hey!!

Could I request headcanons with Jared Leto’s joker?? thanks <3

Sure :]

Leto joker x gn!reader hc's

Can be read either as platonic or romamtic

Private space? Whats that?

He'll never leave you alone. Always 'annoying' you.

He can act like a meany but he cares for you really.

Hes just not sure how to show it other than weird pick up lines.

So he gets you things you like, fav food, comic or whatever you want. At first he'll bring you diamonds but what can you do w/ diamonds?

Anyways, hes gonna try to act as a cool confident kinda guy to impress you. Which might probably not work.

So he just says whatever he wants. Not caring what others think.

He can get jealous very easily. Who do they think they are, trying to get your attention? If he doesn't have a gun, he will use his bare hands.

Whatever you need just ask him, and he'll get it for you.

[somelonelywriter]

Hey. It’s me, the person that requested the joker headcanons

Ofc take your time, I will come back to see if it’s posted ;)

p.s: can’t wait to read it

Dating the Joker headcanons

A/N: Hope you like it <33333.

Pairing: Jared!Joker x GN! Reader

Warnings: mention of toxic relationship/ use of pet names/ cursing/ a bit of fluff/ a tiny bit of smut/ mention of being drunk/ mention of death/ my horrible writing since I'm sleepy.

Soooo you're dating THE Joker huh... How drunk were you when you made this decision? No, because really if you're not insane now you're gonna be soon.

First of all I don't even know how the two of you met since he's like escaping from an asylum to another constantly, but shhhhhh these are just small details.

He's possessive. That's for sure, he likes to keep you around him at all times, in his office, sitting in his lap during meetings, hell even during the executions of his so unlucky collegues

Oh and that means he also LOVES to show you off, you're like his little prize, and this can be a really dangerous game.

Because let's be honest we know that with the Joker it's all about games. So when he gets tired of a plaything he just.... Well he either kills the poor babe or he totally forgets about them.

But don't be naive, if he doesn't break up with you, you can't leave, it does not matter if he got bored of you, you're still his.

So if you try to leave you'd end up with lots of unwanted not so little gifts on your doorway, such as dead animals or even human organs in a box.

Oh but he's just crazy like that

No but seriously don't try to leave him, trust me on this one.

He also have an affectionate side I can assure you.

Like when a robbery just went great, he would just put you on his lap and hug you tight tight while making out with you, and maybe more ;)

This man just ADORES having you on his lap.

He just can't get enough of it. Of you.

That's also because 4 out of 10 of the times you're on his lap you're cockwarming him, but that's another story.

He would also use all kind of pet names for you, from the most common to the most weird shit you've ever heard.

"Get me my gun my sweet pumpkin with chocolate syrup-"

I wouldn't be surprised if he actually said that LMAOO

Do not really expect to have any freedom or privacy when in a relationship with him, if it's not him it's one of his bodyguards always keeping a close eye on you.

Like close.

Close close.

Close close close- you get it.

But at the end of the day it could be worse.

You're getting spoiled and babied, no one messes with you and you spend a lot of time with him... Even if he's always moody and refuses to cuddle you.

Little do you know that every night, when he thinks you're fast asleep, he lets you curl up against his chest and snuggle in it.

He's just crazy like that.

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Pretty

Joker x Fem reader

Requested by: anon

Warnings: swearing, threats, violence, joker being joker.

A/n: if you don't like the warnings, please don't read

Request: Can I request a Leto!Joker where the reader is Harley’s younger sister (she is telekinetic) and she is a pyschiatrist and she secretly loves J. One day the reader is in one of J’s sessions with Harley but J keeps looking at the reader until J breaks out and does everything that he did to Harley to the reader. J and the reader go to Ace Chemicals to make their relationship offical (you can add the rest) thank u :)

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Joker sat across from the sisters in a straitjacket. Y/n felt a chill roll down her spine every time he looked her way, but there was something about him that intrigued her. He was handsome, and there was something she saw in his eyes everytime they locked with hers, it wasn't crazy. He knew what he wanted, he knew what he was doing. No amount of therapy was gonna help him, he was perfectly sane. He just wasn't normal, he had a dark side and he chooses to live in his own shadows, behind the mask that is the Joker.

"So who is this?" He asked, nodding towards Y/n.

Harley looked over at her younger sister and smiled.

"Oh, this is my sister, Y/n. She's training to be a psychiatrist, so I thought it would be a great learning experience if she sat in on our session."

The Joker just nodded and kept staring, the session went on and Y/n didn't pay any attention. She at there sketching him on her note pad.

"I'm curious." She said. "Do you feel anger towards anyone here?"

Joker slowly looked over at her. Fuck this man was terrifying, she didn't know how Harley couldn't get up and bolt for the door.

"No."

"Okay, just asking." Y/n went back to sketching the man.

Over the next few weeks Harley and Y/n went back and forth with the sessions, they made a schedule on which one of them would be evaluating him on this day and that day. Harley began noticing changes between the two, y/n had even told him the secret that only the two of them knew about.

"I like your sister." Joker said. "She's innocent."

Harley looked up from her papers, she knew what this man could do to y/n, he could brainwash her and get her to do his bidding. Joker could play the "I was framed! Poor me!" Act to make her feel bad and let him out. Or worse she could fall in love with him.

"Yeah well, she's not coming here anymore."

"Why is that?" He asked.

"I don't want you using her. She's not who you think."

Harley got up to leave, she got to the door and stopped when she heard The joker speak.

"Telekinesis is a new one in Gotham. You think I'd use her to get to her ability?"

Harley felt rage as she flung the door open and stormed out of the room. She wanted a transfer, she was done with this psychotic clown.

Y/n entered Arkham and walked down the hall towards Jokers cell. She ducked behind a filing cabinet when she saw Harley come plowing by.

Y/n had one of the guards unlock his cell and let her in, Joker smiled and leaned against the wall.

"I thought your sister didn't want you near me?"

"Harley doesn't know I'm here."

They sat down, she didn't ask the normal questions. Instead, they had a real conversation.

"I need a machine gun." He said while leaning over the table.

"A machine gun?"

Joker smiled. "You can get it for me can't you?"

"But-"

The Joker stood and came to her side of the table. He gently touched her cheek and leaned in, whispering in her ear. This man made her feel scared, but she wanted more. She was addicted to this man and she didn't know why. Was this love?

"I need a machine gun, Y/n. Can you get it for me?"

"I...yes."

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Y/n was in her office at Arkham when the gunshots could be heard, the screams rang through the hall as running feet fleeing for the exits came flying passed her door.

Two men busted it down and came at her, she struggled but they had her in a tight grip. The brought her into another room and slammed her down on a table. She felt them strap her down, the room when quiet all but the screams that could be heard outside.

"What do we have here?" Joker yelled.

He walked into the room, he was wearing nothing but pants, shoes, and rubber purple gloves. Joker came closer and aggressively lowered the lamp, blasting her in the eyes with the light.

"What the fuck!?" Y/n pulled at the straps. "I helped you!"

"You helped me?" He asked. "By erasing my mind? No you left me in a black hole of rage and confusion. You and your spiteful bitch sister."

Joker smiled and turned to the table beside him, he began rummaging through items.

"The sister who tried to keep you from me." He moved his head back and forth, cracking his neck. "like she could ever keep us apart."

He picked up two metal things attached to cords. Fear struck Y/n, she started pulling at the straps again, trying to get away.

"What are you planning?" She asked. "You gonna kill me?"

"No, I'm not gonna kill ya, Sweetheart. I'm just gonna hurt ya, really really bad."

"Yeah? You don't know me that well then. Cuz I can take it."

Joker smiled and took off his belt, the sound clanking of the metal going right to her core. He straighted it and had her bite it.

"This is gonna hurt, so I suggest you don't spit this out. We don't want you breaking your teeth now do we?"

J turned in the machine and pressed the metal devices to both sides of her head. Pain shot through her making her bite the belt so hard it hurt her jaw.

All she could hear was the screech if the machine, gun shots ringing through the halls and the joker laughing.

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Y/n was looking down at the giant barrels of bubbling chemicals. Joker paced back and forth behind her, he gently gripped her hips and turned her to face him.

"Would you die for me?" He asked.

"I-"

"That's too easy....would you...would you live for me?"

Y/n looked him in the eyes as she answered, she wanted him to know she ment it.

"Yes."

"Careful, my dear." Joker circled her. "Don't say this oath thoughtlessly."

He leaned in close, their lips nearly touching.

"Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power." He gently places a kiss on her lips. He stayed close. "Are you ready to surrender to your fate? To me?"

She slowly backed up towards the edge, Y/n could see he didn't believe she's do it. He thought she was too weak. Y/n smile and blew him as kiss before letting herself fall over the edge.

Joker watched her sink into the green liquid. He turned and began slowly walking away before he stopped. Joker tilted his head side to side, cracking his neck before he pulled his leather jacket off and jumped over after her.

Y/n felt the air being forced back into her lungs as her eyes shot open, Joker was holding her close and looking at her with hunger in his eyes. He leaned in and closed the gap between them, the kiss was passionate. He pulled away slowly, he smiled and whispered.

"Pretty pretty pretty pretty."

THE END ❤️

I'm gonna make a part 2