#batmanjokerdynamic

Thank you so much for the kind words! I’m really glad you liked the Batgirl reader one! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ I love the idea of a Joker-like reader and i made it gender netrual, hope you dont mind!

Cecil had been keeping tabs on the situation for a while now. This new mysterious person, Joker.

Midnight City had seen its fair of madness, but you? Oh you were something different, something even Darkwing was struggling to handle. So much that Cecil had to send Mark in.

“Are you serious? Mark snapped, arms crossed. “You want me to work with him? The guy who got away with murdering people?”

Cecil sighed, rubbing his temples. “This isn’t about your issues with Darkwing, Mark this is about them” He slid a file across the table, a collection of grainy photos showing that wide grin of yours. “They call themselves The Joker – which I may say is stupid name but here we are.”

Mark’s eyes narrowed. The image of you, your manic grin, burning buildings in the background. Sent a shiver up his spine. “They're causing that much of a problem?”

“They are completely unpredictable,” Cecil continued. “Darkwing has been trying to keep them contained, but let's just say.. It's not going so great.”

“So why send me? Mark questioned, suspicion creeping in on him. “You have other people for this. Hell, let Darkwing deal with it.”

“I'm not asking you to like it” Cecil responded, voice firm. “He needs help and you're the best option. It's not just some street level thug we’re dealing with. This person is chaos incarnate”

Mark slammed his hands against the wooden table. “Fine. But I'm not going easy on Darkwing and if he steps out of line. I'm not backing him up.”

When Mark arrived in Midnight City, it felt like he stepped into an entirely different world. The city, always in darkness, seemed heavier tonight. As if the shadows themselves were watching him. He met up with Darkwing on a rooftop, standing across from each other. “You've got some nerve” Mark said, glaring at Darkwing. “Working with you, after all the people you killed?”

Darkwing’s mask hid his expression, his voice cold “I don't have time for your moral lecture right now. We’ve got bigger problems. And if you want to stand on a soapbox while the city burns, be my guest.”

“Let's just finish this mission,” Mark muttered.

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Your obsession didn't start immediately, you've heard of invincible before. You were curious at first. The way he fought, the way he held back even when he had enough power to crush a person's head in his hands.

‘Mark’ was his name, how did you find out? You've been playing cat and mouse with Darkwing for months. The way he moved and worked, you even listened when muttered into his little communicator.

Eavesdropped on his grumpy little conversations with Cecil.

One night, after yet again another failed attempt to capture you. Darkwing slipped up “Mark should have handled this from the start” he grumbled under his breath, thinking you were too far to hear.

Oh-ho-ho~ Who’s this mark? It wasn't hard to put the pieces together.

A little digging here and a little breaking and entering into some GDA files. Man, Cecil really needed to toughen up his security.

And just like that, you had found a name.

Mark Grayson. It rolled off the tongue so nicely, didn't it?

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When you met Mark, you made sure it was grand, a charity gala. Packed with people completely oblivious to what was about to unfold. You crashed the party.

Quire literally.

A well placed explosive gadget sent the chandelier crashing to the floor. Screams erupting as people ran, you walked in through the chaos, humming as flames erupted.

And then? There he was.

Invincible.

“Oh? I just wanted to see the boy wonder myself” you clapped your hands together. “Let’s see if you're good as they say.”

Mark didn't hesitate, flying straight towards you.

But you? You avoided him effortlessly, the click of your heels as you spun away.

Your combat skills are chaotic, blend of acrobatics, agility, and unpredictability. All in high heels too. There wasn't really a technique, just an utter disregard for your own well being.

“Tsk, tsk, so aggressive! Where's the fun in that?” Mark swung again, you ducked giggling as you twirled behind him. “Oh, pretty boy, you're precious.”

“Tell me” tapping his chest with your finger.

“Are you here to stop me? Or are you here because you're curious?”

His jaw clenched. “Shut up”

“Hit a nerve did i?” you grinned, leaning in close. “Tell me Mark.. when you look at me, do you see a problem, to fix? Or do you see something more.. Interesting?”

He then hit you.

And oh darling, that was when you felt it. The raw, barely contained power behind his fist. The heat in his glare. Frustration dripping from his words when told you to stay down.

Oh, sweetheart, how could you not fall in love?

That stupid smile of yours never left your face, Mark hated that look.

It wasn't fear nor anger.

It was delight.

That was dangerous.

As if things were not complicated enough, you had your own little tag along, devoted, lovesick shadow. Who hung off of every word you said, makeup smeared, and their very own existence revolving around you. Except.. Something was off.

When they came to your rescue , cooing your name. You looked downright bored.

They giggled. Pressing close “Oh, Joker, you're so amazing! Tell me what to do next, to make you happy!”

But you? You just signed, pushing them off you with an unimpressed wave. “Ugh, please, spare the dramatics.”

Mark brows furrowed. “You don't even like them do you?”

Your smile widened “Oh i love them! The same with a cat loves playing with its food” You stared at him, voice a whisper. “But you? You're the real fun.”

Mark felt a shiver down his spine.

Cecil was frustrated, Darkwing getting more aggressive. Mark? He was pissed.

“You have to take them seriously Mark” Darkwing warned after another failed attempt to take you down.

Mark ran his hand through his hair. “I am taking them seriously!”

Darkwing shook his head. “Then why haven't you stopped them?”

Mark clenched his fist

Because stopping you meant playing into your game. Because everytime he hit you, you laughed. The more he resisted , the more you wanted.

And maybe.. Just maybe you were starting to get under his skin.

Mark may never fully understand you, you'll always be a challenge, a dangerous puzzle that he can't solve no matter what. The obsession is there and it may never fully go, and though you may be beyond redemption. Mark hopes – just for a second that there's a chance for you to snap out of it.

Cecil was right.

Darkwing had been right.

You weren't just another villain. You weren't just some threat that could be beaten down and forgotten.

You were a problem.

And the worst part?