#the dark knight joker

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The Dark Knight (2008).

Joker.

[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse: Coordinates to Home (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Coordinates to Home - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

In light of this post, I give you Joker with tattoos! Don't tempt me, cuz I’ll write it! I did not use this mini oneshot to stall writing the next chapter. I had to get this out of my head and onto digital paper before I lost it my marbles. Child I literally wrote this at my desk so I apologize if there’s anything errors. I hope you enjoy!

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You had to be seeing things because there was no way Joker, of all people, had a tattoo.

It didn’t make sense given that tattoos were so unique. They were used to identify people for crying out loud! Was he really that careless? You found it hard to believe that J would have one given his illegal (and wanted) status in the world.

Unless.. he acquired them before becoming The Joker. If so, you had to know what it was!

For a moment you thought it was just a trick of the light. Another blemish, for a monument to his hard life was etched onto his skin already. What was another mark to a man like Joker?

Old scars, deep battle wounds, and one gnarly area below his rib cage, ‘a bomb gone wrong’ he told you, made identifying the possible tattoo difficult. It just blended in with his silvery skin.

Additionally, you had to pretend that you weren’t intrigued less Joker would feel your gaze and thwart your attempts. He had come a long way to be confident with his body, more so around you.

In the beginning, he didn’t remove his clothes at all if you were nearby. Now Joker practically walked around nude. You definitely weren’t complaining yet this was the first time you looked at him in great detail.

What could you say? When Joker took off his clothes, your mind quickly became… distracted.

It was a peaceful morning with the sun pouring in through the windows and Gotham had yet to begin its corruption. Not like it ever took a break.

You and Joker were safely tucked away in the comfort of your bed.

J was knocked out, flat on his stomach, and for once you woke up before him. It was rare to see Joker asleep, so you took the opportunity to admire your lover while it lasted.

The stress of his title was far removed from his features. His face was bare of any greasepaint and surprisingly his hair wasn’t dyed its signature green. J had promised not to color it when around you, thus his natural sun kissed hair was askew all over the sheets.

A gentle smile curled the corner of his scarred lip, and the sight made you copy the action. Joker looked at peace.

Any other morning you would’ve counted his freckles or kissed his nose—today you were on a mission.

Joker was an extremely light sleeper, causing you to move with caution until you straddled his lower back. There you had full access to view his most vulnerable side. A ray of sunlight hit Joker just right and you held back a sigh, seeing all the pain he endured over the years.

Some other time you would kiss them one by one.

Your fingertips grazed the site where you first caught a glimpse of his potential tattoo.

And much to your surprise, a sentence in a language unfamiliar to you was written out in red ink. It almost blended with his skin and if you weren’t intentionally looking, you would’ve never found it.

“Everything burns.”

You jumped hearing Joker’s sleep filled voice recite the text. He turned his head toward you, groggy from sleep but still handsome as ever. Right now, he resembled a grumpy cat deprived of sleep.

You had the decency to be guilty. “I didn’t mean to wake you, J. G-Go back to sleep.” You whispered.

Fat chance of that happening.

Once Joker was up, it would take an act of congress to get him back asleep. Both of you knew that. He yawned and rolled onto his back, extending a hand to hold your hip steady during the position change.

“J… I’m so sorry for waking you. I know you’re exhausted from last night and…”

Why were you still talking? The damage was already done.

“Hush Bunny.” Joker blinked away the last of his sleep to finally rest his eyes on you. Being woken up this early was worth it if this was the reward.

You bathed in the morning sun, gazing down at him like a deity. How did he get so lucky? His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips, as he hummed.

“Mm. I got such a errr curious little Bunny. Did ya find what you were uhh, looking for?”

The sound of his voice so early in the day should honestly be illegal— but you shook your head clear to focus. Now was not the time to be horny.

You did in fact find what you sought out for, but its discovery only opened more questions.

“What language is it in and.. um why use red ink?” You asked.

How did he get access to ink? Was the tat written his native tongue? And it was so tiny, no bigger than your index finger in length. Who can tattoo that small? Joker could see the swarm of questions buzzing in your head.

“Now, now Bunny. Tattoos are powerful messages! Red ink is perfect for uh hiding them in plainnn sight. Why, you’ve seen everyyy inch of me doll and you didn’t notice it.” He stopped to smirk, “Or the others.”

Your bunny ears perked up, “Others?”

Joker thought you were the cutest. He could see every emotion you displayed in real time. He winked at you.

You neglected the fact that Joker didn’t fully answer your question. You were on the hunt for the others. Joker hissed when your cold hands came in contact with his chest but chuckled at his bunny’s avid curiosity.

“You won’t find them like this, my Light. Be a dear and move?” He playfully bucked his hips, causing you to lose your balance.

“Oh!” You fell over and watched as Joker sat up and presented his back to you. It was an honor indeed and you kissed J’s cheek for the amount of trust he gave you.

You hardly saw his back given it was a sore spot for him. But sure enough, the sun’s gaze illuminated his skin for your search, and you saw it all.

Joker inhaled and your eyes dropped down to a patch of skin in wonder. “It’s white ink!” You gasped, “I never seen white before..”

You found a set of dates (no surprise, missing the year), a line of coordinates, another phrase in the same looking foreign language, and an exaggerated smiley face but in black ink. Each little gem was a rabbit’s hole into Joker’s character. You were almost afraid to touch them, it didn’t seem real.

He spun around to kiss you, but you wouldn’t be distracted.

In between kisses and gasps for air you asked, “What do they all mean?” It was your turn to shiver when Joker’s hands came in contact with your body. He was removing your night shirt when he huffed in irritation.

“Do they neee~eeed to have a meaning Y/n?” He pulled back to let you moan out in want. His hands were making it difficult to string sentences together.

“N-No but..” you wavered, and J used your hesitation against you.

“But nothing.”

He pushed you down on the bed and grinned at the hazy look in your eye. You wanted this too. Joker rubbed your knees until you got the message and parted your legs for him.

Joker slotted himself in the space you created and guided you to wrap your legs around his hips. Your hands traveled up his shoulder blades and down to where you now knew his tattoos resided.

With each mind-numbing kiss, you worked hard to memorize every bump and ridge. You weren’t letting this go. If Joker wouldn’t tell you, you’d find out for yourself.

This was dangerous and probably one of the dumbest things you ever did.

Joker was out terrorizing Gotham City tonight, leaving you home alone and burning with curiosity. It was safe to say that you were obsessed.

J gave you plenty of chances to study the grooves of his tattoo with all the sex he instigated. It didn’t matter that you had to learn it backwards, you needed to know what his tattoos meant! You drew what you could duplicate in your notebook and hoped it was correct.

At first you were confused. Joker’s tattoo resembled Braille with its raised font; however, one engine search later found that prison tattoos or ones of lesser value, were not the best and scarred the flesh worse than a professional.

Joker’s tattoos were literally carved into his skin. His threshold for pain was a cause for concern.

After shivering in disgust, you opened a latitude and longitude finder and started entering the coordinates by trial and error.

You were excited to learn more about Joker even if your methods were a bit unconventional. Perhaps it was his old childhood home or the town where he was born! The coordinates were next to tiny Roman numerals for a date, so you assumed that was the meaning behind his tattoos.

Something this important on a man like Joker was bound to be epic.

He certainly went to great lengths to keep it concealed. It was located on his back, in white ink, and no bigger than three to four inches in diameter. Whatever it was, you would solve it.

You were biting your lip in anticipation when the map completed its search. The results shocked you. “Huh? That’s…”

“Home.”

You screamed upon hearing Joker right behind you. He had a habit of sneaking up on you, but today took the cake.

“Joker what are you doing here?! You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were staying in Amusement Mile tonight?!”

He ignored all your panic induced questions to focus on your computer. A GPS tracker had finalized its results and dropped a pin smack dab on your apartment. He glanced at your notebook where your handwriting matched the tattoos on his back.

His Light was too curious for her own good.

“If ya want-ed to know.. you could’ve asked me, Y/n.”

“Oh! I know you lying!” You asked him what they meant weeks ago, and he didn’t say! Now he wanna speak up? This man know he got on your last nerve!!

You had the urge to throw something, but you kept your cool.

Joker seemed to enjoy your irritation. He shrugged off his coat and made himself comfortable at your desk. He chose to ignore you calling him a liar, though.

“Are ya done, doll?” He mused.

“No, I’m not!” you tapped the computer screen, “Why does it point here?” You asked.

Joker twirled around in your desk chair, throwing you a ‘are you kidding me’ look. He was having a grand old time acting like a whole kid; you were waiting for an explanation.

He was making you dizzy so you reached out and stopped his little merry go round ride. J laughed and waited for the room to stop spinning before grabbing your hand.

“I uh de-cide-ed to keep a.. permanenT record of home on me should I ahh, ever get.. lost. Smart huh?”

Never mind the fact he couldn’t see it, you were touched.

You caved and walked straight into Joker’s lap. His hands found their rightful place on your hips as he looked up at his Light.

Your hands busied themselves in his hair, curling wayward strands around your fingers. “I-I’m home to you?”

J just nodded and quickly regretting the motion after spinning around so much.

“And the date?”

His lips pecked your exposed midriff before he rested his head against it. “The uh.. day we met.”

How do you respond to such a heartfelt confession? Simple. You don’t.

All you could do was blink back tears and pray that Joker didn’t hear you crying. Maybe he did since his grip tightened around you. Silence enveloped the room. Hidden within the scars of his past was a reminder of a brighter future.

Joker was grateful you didn’t poke any further and deduced the other portion of his tattoo. He told you the first half that was written in red ink, but not the added line in white.

Underneath the coordinates to home and the day he found his light, a vow was etched in a language he long since forgotten.

Everything burns, but not her.  

[into-crazy]

nights like this

Ledger!Joker x Reader drabble

Summary: You climb into bed with J for some snuggles.

Warnings- none, J style fluff, ages 18+

I was in the mood for this, so I wrote it. Who doesn't love a little soft J every once in a while, right?

It had been an extremely exhausting past couple of weeks for Joker. He came very close to being captured by the Batman, and he'd done everything in his power to make sure that didn't happen. So when he was certain that he was finally in the clear, he came straight home to you.

J has been asleep for hours since he's been back. He was extremely exhausted and went straight to bed after he ate. It's currently half an hour until midnight, and he'd arrived earlier in the afternoon. So he's been out for some time. You gave him time to recover, seeing how this is the first time he's properly eaten and slept in days. However strong and incredibly stubborn as the man is, his mind and his body can only take on so much before he needs a break.

You always take care of him when he comes back. Such as checking his body for injuries, making sure he gets cleaned up, preparing him something to eat, and anything else that he needed. Now of course, J never made you do these things. You do them because you want to. Because you care about him. He accepts the things you do for him, and he doesn't take advantage of your caring nature. Not that you would allow him to, which is one of the many traits he likes about you.

While J slept, you'd tidied up around the place and used a good amount of your time to relax. Doing what you would normally like to do when you have the chance. It was relaxing, and you felt much better knowing that J was home. But eventually, you began to miss him. Even though he was right in the other room, you couldn't help but start to feel lonely. After all, it had been a few weeks since you've had any form of intimacy together. And you wanted to make up for that. Taking into account that he's still sleeping, you decide to just get into bed and cuddle up next to him.

The bedroom is dark as you walk in. Your eyes gradually adjust to the darkness while you tiptoe your way over to the bed. You find J widely sprawled out on his back under the covers. His soft snores indicate that he's probably in a deep state of sleep.

It had taken a long time for J to get comfortable and trusting enough to fall into a deep sleep around you. In fact, you can still recall the very first time that he did. Treasuring that moment forever in your heart, as it officially established his complete trust in you. So now when he goes to sleep he relies on you to watch over him. That is the only case in which he'll be able to get a good amount of rest. He's made it very clear that when one of you is asleep, the other is awake. Under no circumstances will he go to sleep at the same time as you. Because then no one would watch over either of you, and that would put you both in a vulnerable position.

Regardless, you have no intention on going to sleep. You only want to lay next to him, to be close and feel his warm presence. However, as a precaution, you set an alarm for thirty minutes from now on your smartphone. Just in case you happen to doze off.

You slip off your bottoms and toss them to the side. Left in your shirt and panties, you move carefully under the covers. Trying not to wake J in the process. You slide yourself in the area directly under his arm, getting as close to him as you possibly can. Luckily, your movements don't seem to disturb him one bit. He must really be out cold. Since you've made it this far, you use this opportunity to wrap your arm around his torso. That way, you can hold on to him.

After making yourself comfortable, you let out a sigh of relief. Finally. It was an effort well worth it.

You look up at J's face and simply stare at him. He had taken a shower recently, so his face is without his signature makeup. His scars are even more visible when he doesn't have all that paint covering them. You can't help but find them to be even more beautiful every time you see them. His body is warm, and he smells so good. Even after using your cleansing products does he still retain his own distinct scent somehow. You hope it'll always stay that way. Moving your hand to his chest, you can feel it steadily rising and falling with every breath he takes. You close your eyes and bask in his peaceful embrace. With every passing second, your chest swells with enormous amounts of love and adoration that you have for him.

J has never told you he loves you. But you'd like to think that somewhere inside of him he feels something close to love. And that's good enough for you.

You press your nose into him in attempt to feel him even closer. Holding him tighter and wishing your body could melt into his own. Your movements seemed to have roused him from his deep slumber. Shifting and stretching his limbs as he awakens.

He opens his eyes, blinking a few times before looking around and then down at you. "Mm, hello there."

"Hi J." You smile up at him.

"How long have I been out?" He yawns deeply at the end of his question. His voice deep and husky from sleep.

You trace your finger along his chest. "A few hours. Seven or eight, maybe. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to climb in bed with you."

"Missed me that much, huh?" J laughs. He doesn't mind that you're here with him. In fact, he likes feeling you pressed against him like this. It's been a while since he's felt you too, after all. He nudges you playfully, "don't go falling asleep on me yet, doll. I'm gonna need another hour or two."

"I won't. I only wanted to hold you for a bit. A few more minutes then I'll get up, I promise." You assure him. "Go ahead and get some more sleep. I know you need it."

J hums and closes his eyes. Moving his arm to wrap around you better, so that he can hold you more comfortably. His hand rubs comfortingly up and down your back a couple times before resting there.

You lay still in his grasp as he falls back to sleep. Head resting cozily on his chest, listening to the harmony of his breathing and the beating of his heart. Sounds you love hearing together. It's not every day you get to hear them. So you capture every bit of it that you can. Nights like these are ones you hold on to. They're where you feel at peace. The only downside is that you know that you'll have to get up eventually. That sooner or later J will get up, and eventually leave again. There will be nights where you get to lay like this, and some where you won't. As it has always been. That's what it's like loving the Joker.

But for right now, you don't want to think about eventually. You'll just bask in the warmth of this moment. Staring off into the darkness, in the safety of J's arms.

[montimer]

can i request a tdk joker and how he would react to a reader who was kidnapped by a enemy, or batman, or something like that. and how he would react to the reader being severely injured from it (like maybe they end up in a coma or something). (but the reader survives) 💞💕

Sure!

Reader getting kidnapped

Tdk Joker x gn reader

Warnings: mention of death(of others) + injured reader,

Hes suprised when he doesn't find you home this late.

Then he founds a letter 'We took y/n,pay up or see the consequence. It won't be nice'

He is outraged. Anyone that gets his way,he will kill them. Hes too angry to deal w/ their shit

He would send his best people to find you,also he will find you himself

After saving you. And ending the kidnappers life not so nicely

His heart hurts to see you,in blood,beaten up. He swears you won't get hurt like this again. You can see in his eyes,like he is about to cry. He won't. But almost.

His voice is so soft while talking to you. Telling you it's gonna be okay. That he will save what's his.

He will patch you up. Help you shower. Anything. He will bring you anything you need.

He will shower ur face w/ kisses. Give you big hugs. Sloppy kisses to ur forehead.

He will come home to you more often. Tell his hench mans to keep an eye on you,and if anything bad happens to his Y/n he won't forgive them.

He will keep you safe.

[amayalul]

hot take but the joker is so fine 😩

i said what i said.

are we really surprised though?!?! after my rory culkin/kappa phase 💀

[muse-the-multi]

I like found some Dark Knight Trilogy of Batman and Joker (in a book)

[lostfairyart]

There’s something about the Joker in that nurse uniform, man. 🙈

Drawing someone like the Joker is kinda calming to me. I am obsessed with drawing characters and people who have makeup or stubble or freckles. Anything special and fun to add to their face and I am in love. 💖 It’s one of my favorite parts about the drawing process. It’s so tiny and small but it feels SATISFYING. 👌😩

Anyway, I love Heath’s Joker, he’s iconic and beautiful. 💜💚

ALSO HELP LOL, I keep posting such drastically stuff things. I’m going from cozy Stardew Valley to crazy Joker. Oh well, that’s just me, I guess. 🤷‍♀️

[luvstargirl1]

Happy birthday to our beautiful angel Heath Ledger! He would’ve been 45 this year 🎉🕊️🥹❤️

🕊️❤️

[junipersberries]

Dearest Y/N,

You finally got to visit me at Arkham, dollface! I knew you couldn't resist the opportunity to see me all locked up hehe... It's not as fun as roaming free around Gotham, but still, it's good to have a little audience every now and then.

What was it about me that made you visit in the end? My sense of humor? My charmingly dangerous personality? Or was it just plain curiosity? (You better tell me all about it in your next letter.)

Well, whatever it was, you'll soon see that I can still put on a show, even from behind these cold walls.

Anyways, I met the Scarecrow today... He's in here for trying to spread his fear toxin around the city. That stuff, let me tell you, is truly nasty... He's a real blabbering mess now, his mind is completely gone, his memories are a blur, and his grasp on reality is all over the place. But the thing is, you can't really put someone into Arkham or Blackgate if they don't remember the crimes they committed—that would make them the real monsters! Right?

I have to say though... Arkham is so boring. The other inmates are starting to get a little, ah, restless... Maybe they're growing impatient for my next big trick... and you know how the mob hates being kept waiting. We need a little action...

You might think my freedom is limited, but they can't keep me from pulling a few strings. Just watch and see...

- The Joker

Part 4 Part 6

[mitsumangas]

Look at him 🔥

[cheetahspy]

Ledger!Joker x Diabetic Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Medical stuff, needles/injections (it’s not very descriptive though), slight NSFW mention (labeled at the bottom)

A/N: Heya! I’ve never posted something like this before haha…Kinda new to it and very nervous so don’t judge me too harshly. I actually write quite often but rarely post it, however I really wanna start trying to put my work out there more. Keyword try. 

Anyway, fun fact about me, I have T1 diabetes. I haven't seen anything about that with J so I decided to make my own headcanons and such :) Sooooo here’s that lol…enjoy??

You had been diagnosed with T1 diabetes three years ago. You hated it. The needles, the upkeep, the blood, the appointments. It’s scary, a living nightmare for you.

You were still in your…adjusting phase, and didn’t like talking about your diabetes to anyone. Joker was no exception

So, naturally, J took matters into his own hands and did his own research, learning as much as he could about diabetes (without you knowing, of course). How it works, the high and low blood sugar levels, how to manage it, he even figured out how the insulin pump that you have operates. 

You were shocked the day he offered to change the infusion set for you and knowing how to do so. He ignored you when you asked him how he knew.

You were hesitant but quick to give in and let him inject the cannula into your stomach. He hugged you from behind as he did so; you melted into his touch and your fears were comforted. From that day on you opened up more and more about your medical life to J and allowed his help. 

He enjoys being the one to inject the cannula and dexcom, however he still forces you to do it yourself at times, as to make sure you aren’t getting too used to being dependent on someone else. You’re a strong and brave bunny, he wants to remind you of that. 

He will tease you about your dexcom and infusion sets, saying you must be part machine. 

“I’m uh, still convinced you’re a cyborg.” “J!!”

He also forces you to stay on a healthy diet and keeps track of your sugar intake carefully. He’s definitely not a hypocrite. He rarely lets you eat junk food, even though you’re allowed to and tried explaining that to him

“The doctors told me it’s okay if I eat sugar now and then, as long as I have the insulin for it. It’s the sugary drinks I need to avoid more.” 

J doesn’t buy it, nor does he trust your doctor's input. “Mmm. Nuh uh. Can’T have my little bunny go falling into a coma, hm?” You know he’s just concerned about you (even if he’d never outright admit it), so overtime you stopped arguing with him and avoided junk food to ease his mind. Just don’t let him catch you eating it behind his back.

J absentmindedly fidgets with your insulin tube. Rubbing along it, flicking it around, twirling it around his finger, even constantly feeling the cannula end of it against your stomach as if to reassure himself you that it’s still on and doing its job. Don’t worry, he’s only accidentally ripped it out once or twice, and he certainly makes it up to you when that happens. 

Having a low, but forgot sugar to combat it? Not to worry! Joker keeps a juice box or two in his suit juuuust for you. He’s even stacked packages of juices in your pantry so you’ll have plenty. (Don’t ask whether he bought or stole them, you already know the answer)

The low blood sugar episodes hit you hard, but you’ve found curling up on J’s lap and cuddling against his chest while sipping on juice is very comforting. He’ll stroke your hair and rub your back, holding you closer whenever you shake and cry.

“Shhhh sh sh sh. It’s nothin’ you haven’t beaten before. It’ll pass, angel.” 

You hate looking at your stomach and seeing the previous holes and scars from constant injections. J will run his thumb over them and kiss each of them to comfort you. 

Whenever you have a headache or any symptoms, J will immediately interrogate you about your blood sugar level

“Not every pain I get is caused by my diabetes.”

“Shuuuuush. What’re levels right now? Let me uh, lemme see your pum-p. Give. Right. Now.” 

If you’re low on insulin and the pharmacist is late to sending you new vials, J will meet with them personally to have a little chat. 

He’ll then come home and plop the bag of new vials theatrically down on the counter. “Tadaaaa! More insulin for my sweet little sugar cube.”

“Oh, thank you J! Wow, they gave me a lot this time…” 

NSFW:

During the ✨devils tango✨, J will occasionally rip the cannula out by accident. He’ll immediately put a pin in your lovemaking session to get you a new one. Even if you insist you could go an hour or two without it, he’s not taking any chances. After all, where’s the fun in sex if your partner is dying from a seizure??

“J, I promise it’s okay! We don’t have to sto-”

“Now now gumdrop. I know you’re, heh, eager for me, but my patient needs her medicine first.” 

You’re grateful you don’t have to deal with your disability alone anymore. Who knew the Clown Prince of Crime could be such a good caretaker?

[j0kers-light]

His Angel (series masterlist)

Summary:

Y/n is secretly a guardian angel with a home base in Gotham City. All of your previous assignments have passed on peacefully and you fail to take on another; much to your counsel's growing concern. You spend your days blending in with the citizens of Gotham until an unexpected encounter throws your entire existence upside down.

story tags: stranger to lovers, star crossed lovers, slow burn, 18+ smut, some religious lore, canon Joker, dc comic/batman references, fluff and smut, guardian angel!Reader, reader insert but written with a black!reader in mind

His Angel Chapters

His Angel Oneshots

His Angel Head Canons

Story status is to be determined!

Future Taglist:

@alittlesmartcookie @reneisance @cheetahspy @darthjokerisyourfather @xxrougefangxx

[into-crazy]

pussy is mine

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader one shot

Summary: The Joker is feeling extra possessive and gets you off in front of his henchmen.

Warnings- Cursing, mentions of murder, possessive behavior, slightly unhealthy/toxic relationship, NSFW, SMUT, slight noncon/forced advances, choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, fingering, degradation, exhibitionism, edging and orgasm denial, ages 18+

Alright, so uh.. I was in the mood for some filthy ass smut and this was the outcome. Also remember to heed the warnings, they're there for a reason. Otherwise enjoy!!

Joker was always the possessive type. Never did he like sharing what was his. And well, you happen to be his woman. So with you? Oh you can bet every dollar you own that he was extremely possessive.

No other person was allowed to take your affections or too much of your attention away from him. Depending on how severe the situation was, then there would certainly be some form of punishment for you when J got you alone. Say you were conversing with one of his goons a bit too long for his liking, he would fuck you so hard you'd have trouble walking the next day. If he thought you were flirting(which you never do, but he will see even a simple smile as such) with someone, he'd tease you for hours until you're begging him to let you come. Then there's the worst, if you were to ever cheat on him, he would kill you. He would do it, you believe it.

Fortunately, you only have eyes for Joker. With time, he grew to trusting you more and more. You are fully committed and loyal to him. And you've more than proved your devotion to him. He knew you weren't going to cheat on him, or leave him for someone else. But that didn't mean others weren't going to come and try their advances on you.

He especially didn't want other people showing you any kind of affection or giving you an amount of attention he thought was too much. Anyone attempts to flirt with, ask out, or make sexual comments about you? That person would receive an automatic death sentence. Hell, if someone looked at you in a way that Joker didn't like, they probably wouldn't be alive too long after that. The person dumb enough to make any of those mistakes would either be killed instantly or end up going missing at some point.

Most of the time when people would make their attempts towards you, you never minded when J would intervene. In fact, you've actually encouraged the majority of the instances where he's had to step in and kill the pursuer. Because often times, a lot of these interactions with these people made you feel uncomfortable. Especially with most guys. Eyeing you down like a bunch of creeps, practically salivating over your body. Some of them apparently couldn't just take no for an answer and they would keep harassing you. So if J took that feeling of unease away, then you were happy about it.

Now when it came to Joker's henchmen, almost all of them knew very clearly that you were completely off limits. Keyword- almost. Every now and then, a man would come along and try to flirt with you or get in your pants. You never felt sorry for the ill-fated men that were stupid enough to venture down those routes. They should have been aware of the consequences of their actions yet chose to go through with them anyways. Because somehow, they thought they could get away with trying to mess with the Joker's woman. How fucking stupid, you often thought. So you never felt bad for any of them when their worthless lives came to an end.

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It was just another day at the warehouse. Joker was holding a meeting in a large room with a handful of his goons about the next hit. You were on the other side of the room, looking over and counting the shipment of weapons that had just came in this morning. J liked to put you in charge of certain tasks. Giving you things to do so you don't go crazy with boredom in this warehouse. And mainly to keep a close eye on you.

When he is here, he prefers to have you around where he can see you. The times he wasn't here, he would have you stay in your designated room- which was also his makeshift office- with the door locked. But he understood that you sometimes have to leave the room, and occasionally the warehouse. When that was the case, you have to be accompanied by one of the two men he trusted enough to look after you. At first you thought it was annoying and unnecessary. Then, you soon came to realize that it was very necessary. Since you're typically the only woman in a place with lots of men- the majority of them having criminal records.

Joker and his men sat in chairs around a fairly large table. Every now and then would J glance over at you while he was explaining the operation. You would do the same, winking at him when you both made eye contact. He'd give a small smirk in return. Oh how much he adores his precious little bunny.

He couldn't help but often think about how good you were at every task he would give you. It's not like they were anything too difficult or required any heavy lifting. In fact, most of them usually just consist of writing down the shipments that come in. Recording how many there were and what was in each of them. They're tasks which require minimal effort, but you always do them exactly how he wants and in a timely manner. So he didn't bother having anyone else do them.

J looked over at you once again, admiring how good you look as you're working. There was something that drove him crazy about the way you bit the top of the pen while you were in thought. About the simple, yet sultry motion of how you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead or swiped the stray hairs that fell in your face. But what really made his mind race was the view when you would bend over to count the contents of the containers. It's not that you were wearing anything super tight or revealing. Your oversized t shirt is hiding the curves your leggings definitely must be showing underneath. But each time you reach into one of the crates, it rides up. Giving a little peek.

Soon, J began to notice that he wasn't the only one sneaking glances in your direction. He wasn't the only one interested in that little peek.

Through his peripheral vision, he could partially see a couple of the men sat adjacent to him. How their focus was gradually being drawn away from the table talk and towards your moving form. With every stolen glance lasting longer than that of their previous. Their eyes traveling all over your body, lingering stares filled with lecherous intentions. And ohh did that make Joker's blood boil. Filling his form with a jealous rage that he's only experienced ever since he's met you.

J's still discussing the plan as if nothing is distracting him. But in his mind he wants to snap the heads off of the men that are fucking you with their beady little eyes. You are his and only his to look at and admire. Only his to crave and desire. His and never, on any circumstance, theirs.

He knows that this isn't your fault. You haven't done anything of the sort to bring that kind of attention towards yourself.

However, dogs will be dogs. And all of the bad pooches get put down around here. However.. J thought.. But what fun would it be without putting them in their place first?

The explanation came to an end as Joker watched over his men look over the plans for the upcoming job scattered all across the table. This was going to be a huge score and everyone had to be ready for it. Even though J liked to make everyone in the city believe that he was a man of no plans. He very much is a man of precision. Things can look as though they are not going- how he says- according to plan. But he doesn't want these things to be completely sloppy either.

You come back over to J once you are finished and tell him everything is accounted for. Standing beside him, you lean down and show him the clipboard. Going over what came in and what you've counted, which was a relatively small load compared to others often brought in. All the while, his eyes trail from the words on the clipboard to your hands, and up your arms until he reaches your neck and face. Your skin is gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, and he can't help but think of ways how he can make you sweat even more. A small, wicked smirk forms on his face as an idea pops into his mind.

Joker is going to have some fun and remind all of the men in this room that you belong only to him. Especially since they had the audacity to still be looking at you while you're standing right here next to him.

You finish talking and let out a small sigh of exhaustion. J takes that into account. He scoots his chair back and pats his thigh. "Sit down, doll."

You comply, and move to take a seat on his lap. Sort if perching yourself instead of sitting all the way down. You don't expect to be in this position long. It's rare when he has you sitting on top of him like this in the presence his henchmen. And you take gratification with every chance that you get. Even if it is for a short, sweet moment. Then, you feel his hands softly run along the length of your back.

"You did such a good job for me, hm." He whispers lowly to you as his other hand starts rubbing circles on your thighs.

The action causes you to slightly tense. You find his demeanor confusing. This amount of affection that he's currently displaying in front of his men is completely unlike him. So you start to question it. "Um.. J? What is going o-"

But Joker doesn't care, and shushes you before you can even finish your question. "Hu- shush, shush, shh." His voice coos in your ear.

The hand that was caressing your thighs moves up and in between your legs. Shyness overtakes you and you quickly attempt to close them, but J goes to move them open.

Heat floods your cheeks and you attempt to ask him again, "J, w-what are you doing?"

His hand slowly creeps back to that space between your legs and he leans to whisper in your ear. "I'm uh.. having fun with my little bunny."

You swallow thickly and shift your hips. Your eyes dart around the room to see if anyone is watching. To your relief, no one seems to notice what's going on. Hoping that it stays that way. Because when his hand finally reaches your clothed mound, you can't help but want him to continue with whatever it is he's doing.

His touch grows firmer and you can't help but melt like butter in his arms. Your body relaxes and you wordlessly allow for J to continue. Though something faintly whispers to you that he probably would've gone on even if you hadn't. The giveaways being the unfamiliarity of the situation and the tight hold he's got on you. But then again, J is always surprising you by being unpredictable sometimes.

"That's it." He purrs when he senses your body giving in to his touch.

His fingers trail teasingly up and down your slit, causing you to shiver with anticipation. He continues to tease you this way for what seems like forever and you start to grow anxious. Then he decides to torture you more by rubbing circles around your clit. He's not touching you in the places you need the most and it's driving you insane. You release a silent whine and he chuckles darkly.

"Come on, don't be shy now. Let it out. I want 'em all to hear those desperate little noises you make just for me."

With that, he presses down onto your clit. The sudden action causes you to moan aloud which gathers the attention of everyone at the table. Their heads instantly snapping in your direction. Your eyes widen and you swear you felt your heart stop at that moment.

The men are completely stunned with the image before them: Their boss sitting nonchalantly with you on his lap. His hand in between your legs, shamelessly rubbing your pussy through your pants. J had even gone the extra mile to move your t shirt out of the way. That way so it was clearly visible what he was doing to you. Every one of them quickly exchanged glances filled with shock and confusion. None of them dared to say a word while they stared at you. They simply didn't know how to react or what to do.

It is silent. All eyes are on you.

And that killed you.

But you were instantly brought back. Resurrected by the fire that coursed through your body. You want this. You want it now. And the fact that all of these men were watching only makes you desire it even more.

One of the henchmen decides to cut through the tension by standing up with the intention on leaving the room. But Joker isn't having that.

"I'd uh.. sit back down if I were you.." J's threatening tone stops the man from moving another muscle. His dark eyes dart across to glare at the man, whom of which was ogling you moments ago. "Since this is clearly somethin' you've been dying to see."

The goon silently sits back down. His body trembling with the realization that an end to his life may be in store very, very soon. The only look on this goon's face is that of fear and dread as his focus quickly switches between J and you.

J's deadly glare quickly travels around the rest of the table. Forcing eye contact with every single man. He makes it clear that absolutely no one is aloud to leave. And it was that distinct fear in which the Joker had set within them, that forced them to stay. He is a dangerous man, and it wouldn't be a smart move to tick him off. Especially when he's already this riled up.

J continues to pleasure you without a care. With your whimpers and moans filling the room as you decide not to hold back. He's making you feel so good, and as much as you don't want to admit, a part of you really likes having an audience. Even if they're practically being held at potential knife and gunpoint. They're forced to look, but they are not allowed to touch. Whether it be you, or themselves.

You twitch in J's grasp and he chuckles in your ear. Sliding his free hand up to your neck so he can have better control over your movements. "You like that bunny? You like how I'm touching you in front of all these worthless men?" Unable to respond, you release a shuddering breath, your gaze aimlessly wandering around the table. J smirks wickedly against your cheek. "Yeah, you love it. My filthy little slut. Look at you."

"Oh god, J please!!" You whine quietly. Struggling in his grasp as you attempt to push yourself further into his hand. Your ass moves against his erection and you try even harder. How badly you're aching to feel his hard cock slide inside of you right now.

However, J scolds your attempts. "Ah ah, move your hips like that again and I won't give you any more." His hand tightens around your throat while his fingers brush just over your aching clit, making you shudder. "Don't forget who's in charge here doll. Or else I'll have to-ah tear your clothes off and fuck you right on this table in front of them."

His threats are only turning you on even more. And the mere thought of him ripping your pants off and fucking you hard in front of all these men brings a long, lustful moan from your lips. This amuses J further. He couldn't say that it surprised him because he knows the dirty girl you are.

"Oh, that turn you on doll?"

He continues to provide your clit some much needed stimulation. Rubbing circles over it with a firmness just right. You relish in the all the pleasure he's giving you.

"No, they don't get to see what's mine."

He slaps your pussy and you nearly scream. You did not expect for that to happen. The abrupt feeling of pain mixes in with the pleasure, and your body doesn't know how to react to it. It hurts but it feels so good and you love it. It's all so, so much. Tears stream quickly down your face while you're still begging for more. You notice how some of the goons react with silent gasps. At this point you don't care if they see you cry. You're way beyond that now.

"Bad girl," Joker tsks against the back of your neck. "Daddy's gonna have to punish you for that later."

You are a little disappointed that J won't fuck you right now. Especially since you really wanted it. But you understand why. He doesn't want to expose any of your most delicate and private parts to these men. Those are for his eyes only. He just wants all of them to know that you are his. To show them how much you want him and him only.

"I'm s-sorry." You choke back a sob. To which he rewards your obedience by continuing to pleasure your desperate pussy.

"Just go right on and keep moaning my name, hm." J slips his hand into your pants, sliding two of his thick fingers easily into your wet cunt. "I want you to show them who this pussy belongs to."

He begins fucking you with his fingers. His merciless pace emitting loud and wet suction sounds which he made sure everyone in the room can hear. He confirmed that they had by each of their reactions. Most of them were extremely uncomfortable now. Maybe a few of them were also getting turned on by the lewd display before them. And that only spurred J to go harder.

You moan out in pure pleasure when J starts curling his fingers inside you. Rubbing you in all the right spots as he moves them in a come hither motion. "Yes, fuck, yes J- right there! That feels so good, mhmm. Please keep doing that."

Joker halts expectantly, "please what?"

"Please daddy!" You yell as loud as you can.

"Mm now that's what I like to hear."

He rigorously switches in between curling his digits and moving them in and out of your hole. Bringing you near that sweet pinnacle of ecstasy, but stopping right before you can reach it. He’d purposely yank it away so he and everyone else can hear your desperate whines. Your pent up frustration from the denial of your orgasm grows stronger with each one. It frustrates you even more that Joker's goons are witnessing you in such a state. It feels wrong, degrading in one of its lowest forms. You shouldn't be loving this as much as you are. But J's skillful touches feel amazing, and his praises are everything. All you want in this very instant is to cum. Except there's just one problem- J won't let you.

But finally, after a couple more denials, you think he might actually let you this time. You try your best to coax him into it. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum!" You figure the only way he'll allow you cum is if you give him exactly what he wants. So that is exactly what you do. You bring yourself look at all of the men. At each and every one of them. "My pussy belongs to you Joker, it's yours and no one else's! Please daddy, can I come now please?"

J is satisfied with your announcement and he decides to reward you. A smile spreads fully across his scarred cheeks and he curls his fingers with the intention on making you scream and gush with an orgasm. "Atta girl," he whispers. "Go on then, be my good little slut and cum for me hm."

Two more finger strokes have you cumming hard, tossing your head back against J's collarbone as you let go. Your body spasms wildly as you cry out in your rapturous high. "Fuck J! Ahh!" Your juices gush all over J's hand and completely soak through the fabric of your pants.

"There you go. Good girl." J rubs along your arm affectionately you come down from your high. It was a powerful one and he knows it telling by how limp your body goes and you appear to be shifting in and out of consciousness. J removes his hand from your pants to admire his handiwork. He then focuses his attention towards the table and uses the same hand, glistening with your juices, to dismiss the goons. "Meeting's over. Get out."

On that command, they all quickly jump out of their seats and make to the exit without a single word. Not even another glance back while walked out as fast as they possibly could. J just sat there with you in his arms as he watched them go. Quite satisfied with what had just occurred. Now they know, He thought to himself.

Soon as they were all good and gone, J's attention was now all on you. "You good?"

"Mm, more than." You mumble happily against his neck. It's slick with sweat and some parts of his paint but you don't care. You find it comforting.

"Well, don't get too comfortable princess." J grins maliciously, "remember you've still got a punishment in store."

He gives you a slight nudge and presses his erection against your ass. He's still very hard. You bite your lip to suppress a moan but he catches it. His thumb goes under your waistband, and he pulls so that it snaps back against you.

"So take these off and lay down on that table."

"Yes sir." You reply with a smile. Rubbing your thighs together excitedly before hopping off his lap.

This’ll be fun.

[montimer]

One post prompted me to this request. how about you write with.. tdk Joker headcanons about the fact that the reader loves to play with his hands, hair, etc.

Sure ! Sounds good

Ledger!Joker x reader who loves playing w/ his hair,hands...

Warnings: none

First he will stare at what ur doing "Ya..uh must really like me..and my hand"

Then he will keep on looking into ur eyes

It calms him down if you play w/ his hair. He acts annoyed but actually loves it.

Caress his back while hugging him or his hair while his laying on you/ur chest he loves it.

He will even let you dye his hair and wash it.

He'll hum when you do these things. He feels like falling asleep,sometimes he will fall asleep. 'How could they make my heart beat like this..' he never tells you but he doesn't mind that hes weakness is you. He's yours and you're his. "Mine" as he says.

Heres a doodle i did (its shitty cus its harder to draw w/ fingers,sorry)

Just got inspired

[anatomy-hates-me]

Drew my husband ✨✨✨ (it’s not done yet but this was a good start)

[junior-stargazer-goke91]

The Dark Knight (2008)

Director: Christopher Nolan

Cinematographer: Wally Pfister