#blazz writes

Warnings: mentions of bad childhood

Notes: I’m actually surprised I wrote so much since this rec didn’t give me much to work with! It’s good though! Thanks for the prompt anon! I hope it’s alright..it probably sucks but *throws it at you all*

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Arthur

How. How did he deserve her? She was everything and much more. Tender and endearing and showed Arthur the love and affection that he oh so craved for the entirety of his life. Of course his mother was there, physically, but not in the way that a mother should really have been.

His childhood a blur. Like another persons life.

Arthur knew he shouldn’t be falling for someone, especially a woman such as yourself. How could he even show you happiness like you showed him every single day from the moment you happened to fall into his convoluted and complex life. Arthur didn’t want that for you.

He cursed himself as he strolled through his dreary apartment door after each time he’d spent with you, his mind ticking over the reasons behind why you’d want to be with with someone like him. Maybe he should cut off contact. He’s considered it before, tried to end your little ‘thing’ you’ve got going on. But he just can’t bring himself to do it.

That wide bright smile plastered across your face, a staple of purity like the innocence of a child and he’s caught in an endless lovesick loop that he cannot escape.

Joker

When he’s running high on his reckless confidence boost; face smeared in white grease paint with a contrast of blue against his sadistic but rather playful deep gleaming green eyes and that sickly alluring wicked grin swept wide blood red- the games changed and suddenly he’s all talk and charm, a real hit. Joker has the right twinkle in his eyes and a voice that is more thrilling and causes your heart to palpitate every time, and although you won’t admit it, it’s dreadfully attractive.

He knows that you won’t deny him of anything. That he could tell you that up was down and down was up and you would believe him, follow him just to hear more of his sickly sweet possessive words pass those lips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. There’s something about the way Joker looks at you, as if he is doing so much more than just taking in your form like others around you do.

He’s fallen for you; that’s a certainty. Joker knew what he had in his clutches and he wouldn’t be letting it go, not for anything. He was possessive over you, completely transfixed and in absolute awe of your simplicity and kindness. You were soft and something that needed to be protected.

Arthur

Warnings: mentions of murder

Notes: I hope this is okay! I tried and it’s not great..I wasn’t feeling well but I hope you like it!

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You can feel it; that tightening constricting sensation in your throat, palms becoming clammy, sweaty as you are seated on the edge of the warn out sofa in Arthur’s apartment, well, perhaps you can call it yours too considering how much time you have spent there recently with this unassuming man. Your fingers absently claw at the moth eaten seams in anxiety and your eyes transfixed to the television screen in front of you.

Murray Franklin’s bloody corpse broadcasted on live television.

Bullets riddled the talk show hosts lifeless body, and there was Arthur - no, there he was; Joker.

That once mild mannered, innocent sweet Arthur. His smile flashing back at you in your mind; broad and comforting, warm. All that gone in a flash. What stood now was something else, a crooked greasepaint crimson smirk that sent shivers down your spine; teeth on full display and completely proud of his act.

You recall this memory often, replaying it in your head on autoplay, like a record that will not stop and driving you insane.

Often you find yourself in two minds; knowing it is wrong the acts of violence that Arthur- or well..Joker commits. But on the other hand you have a somewhat understanding of it. The way he lashes out on those who have done him wrong, who have done the world wrong. He’s troubled.