Acting out

You really had to stare at the imaginary camera because whah? Is J pulling your leg or something? Surely he's joking.

Just to make sure you're not losing it, you look again.... annnnnnd yup. Joker's gorgeous blond curls are still there.

What's worse, the setting sun shines a spotlight on the tresses, highlighting the natural hue J is adamantly denying.

You don't understand why he's so offended. You love Joker's hair cough cough when its freshly washed and free of his signature dye.

Joker has been letting the green fade the longer he stays in hiding and witnessing his natural hair color make an appearance...? 🤤

You've been blessed by the gods this man is fione! How did you get so lucky?! You fail to see the problem here.

The sun itself kissed J on the head and his wild, untamed curls sit perfectly over his green eyes. Bonus points he stepped out the shower like this! You are holding back your inner slut and failed.

All you said was "Yass daddy! Its giving basic blond." You were biting your lips thinking of the first position you wanna be in. 🥹

How did he take offense to an blatant compliment?! Why is he catching an attitude when you want him to catch your pu—

The hum of desire has fizzled out and you're stuck staring at Joker who is none the wiser that he ruined the mood. He's caught in the motions of drying said scandalous blond hair from his shower to notice your dilemma.

Even damp with water, J's hair is still perfect. How dare he be a walking thirst trap... you are not strong enough to resist.

"I usually don't go for blonds but like... you're turning me into a believer." you sigh.

Joker grunts and starts applying lotion. a ritual he picked up from you. you refuse for him to be ashy in your house but moving on... "A believer of whaT?"

Oh now its your turn to be offended. He doesn't know? This will not do! You sit up on the bed, "Uhhhh that blonds have more fun? Its a big popular belief, J."

"Wouldn’t know, doll. M'not blond."

Again you glance at an imaginary camera. Joker got you breaking fourth walls with his stupidity because le huh?

"Beloved. Have you looked in the mirror? There's one right in front of you if you're lost. Because you are blond. Its giving beach blond at that. In the valley, surf is up, summertime realness. I'm not understanding the denial."

Imagine your surprise when Joker slams the lotion bottle down on the dresser. Hard. He rarely shows his anger around you. All it does it make you aroused.

"I. Am. Not. Blond. That... mmm thaT would imply I'm dumb and I am noT!" He disappears inside your walk-in closet to change into pjs a shame really, you were enjoying the show.

But back to what matters. You tilt your head at his outdated thinking. "Joker. That's an 18th century stereotype. Care to join us in the 21st century where your lover thinks her blond, psychotic clown is hot?"

Joker's head peeks from around the corner, "What?" You shrug, "Just saying... I'm obsessed."

"You... you don't think I'm.."

Lawd help me..... "No you are not dumb nor basic, Joker. Far from it in fact. However if you keep brushing off how horny I am, then I have no other choice but to assume you're a little dense."

Now that got him embracing his inner blond real quick.