#his lighthouse

Concrete floors and four matching decrepit walls colder than the arctic had all seen better days. Nothing good has ever been locked inside and if Jim Gordon had his way, no evil will ever escape.

Maybe this was too easy of a defeat. Maybe it was a trap because for all intense purposes, The Joker was actually behaving after surrendering.

He remained suspiciously quiet since they tossed him inside an interrogation cell a little before midnight. One poor cop stood inside guarding the door, two more were stationed outside. And for added precaution, Batman was in the vicinity should Joker try an escape attempt.

This time, Joker was not breaking out.

As if he was putting up a fight. The clown sat dejected on the floor mumbling to himself every odd minute or so. The speakers in the room picked up soft, stupid stupid stupid and the rare phrase, I’m sorry from Joker’s lips before he would groan and halfheartedly bang his head against the already chipped subway tiles.

Joker had zero energy to put on an act. He was used to being captured, it kept Batman on his toes and gave Gotham City the illusion that they were safe. Joker saw it as unavoidable time apart from his Bunny until a means of escape arose, (and one always did) however this time, things were different.

Joker made a mistake. He walked right into the trap his enemies crafted, and it would cost him greatly. This time around, the GCPD had enough evidence to ship Joker off to a maximum facility halfway across the world.

A new building in a foreign country with seasoned security personnel trained to handle [redacted] individuals. Joker would have to study their mannerisms and find a crack in their resolve before planning an escape; something that would take who knows how long.

Long enough for him to miss his Light and for you to go insane. In all honesty, Joker didn’t care where they were shipping him off to. His concern was focused solely on you.

He left you this afternoon with a tender kiss, a morbid joke, and with the promise that he would return at dawn.

You sent him off with the reminder that tomorrow was date night. As if he could ever forget. Joker planned it down to the second because he wouldn’t miss a moment with his Light for the world. But now Batman made Joker into a liar.

Joker wasn’t coming home for a very long time and with your severe separation anxiety—you would lose it if he didn’t break this news to you personally. Joker refused for you to find out the hard way via television.

Or worse, not at all.

He was cruelly reminded of when two weeks apart almost destroyed you. The multiple security alerts, the colossal damage to the apartment. The horror of finding your bedroom door open and seeing you in such a state haunts him to this day. In a matter of two weeks, you turned into a suicidal wreck because you thought Joker abandoned you.

He could only imagine what months apart could do..

He never wanted to find out. There were now strict protocols in place to prevent that aftermath from ever happening again. Joker and his Loyal three knew your limits and always planned accordingly.

If Joker was needed out of town for longer than two weeks, arrangements were made to bring you along. If not, then mandatory check-ins and weekly, (if not daily) phone calls kept you sane. Your wellbeing was Joker’s top priority. Your happiness was his only aspiration in life. 

He would gladly accept any torture if it meant his Light remained happy.

If Joker didn’t notify you of his indefinite absence, you would overthink yourself into an early grave. But…. if Joker did contact you, it would be like drawing an arrow directly to your front door. Batman would be a fool to not take the bait and capture Joker’s greatest weakness.

Joker would lose you forever… He’d lose you by not warning you. Was it worth the risk?

He’d been stuck inside this concrete box all night. If Joker was lucky, you would still be asleep with the bedroom curtains drawn so as not to allow the morning dawn to shine in your eyes. You would sleep in (because J wasn’t there to wake you up) thus buying him some time. But not enough.

You’d wake up and check your phone, automatically doom scroll when you noticed Joker was not lying in bed beside you and break down when you read the latest news report.

His Bunny was smart and would quickly put two and two together. The charges against him meant a tighter prison—far far away to fit the crime. There would be no end to the river of tears you’d cry, and Joker would be unable to wipe them away.

He had to do something before the transfer paperwork was finalized and any chance at communication vanished. He already wasted enough time mulling it over. No matter the risk, Joker had to let you know.

Joker nodded once to himself before locking eyes with the cop guarding the door. The staring contest was brief given that Gordon made it very clear.

Do not engage with the inmate. Do not let him entice you. Yet Detective Gerard Stephens couldn’t help his eyes from scanning the room and landing on the pathetic clown once more.

His appearance was disheveled with a dark, unchecked aura surrounding him. The hues of purple and green mixed ominously with the dried blood on his hands. Just looking at the freak made the officer’s skin boil. They went through great lengths to nab this clown. Six good men were lying in the morgue and dozens more were in the infirmary, but The Joker looked as if he could care less about the casualties. To him it was just another night.

And that fact was made perfectly clear when Joker opened his mouth. “Mm. I want… my phone call. I want it. I want iT! I want my phone call!”

Did this freak seriously think he deserved that courtesy? Stephens had to take a deep breath to calm his ire. Do not engage with the inmate..

“No.” was his stiff reply. If only that were the end of things. 

Joker hated being ignored but good thing he knew how to handle the cops within the GCPD. There was only so much time left before he left his longtime friends in Gotham. Might as well poke at some old wounds as a parting gift.

“Why noT? Every… uh inmate.. gets a phone call. I want mine.” When that didn’t get a response, Joker pulled out all the stops. “How many of your friends have I killed?”

It was small reaction, but officer Stephens cracked and Joker smirked knowing what came next would be a piece of cake. Man, he was gonna miss Gotham.

The Major Crimes unit was a bustle of energy even this early in the morning.

Multiple cops were loitering around handling files, finalizing paperwork, or simply shooting the bull until their shift was up. Many were in full celebration mode—pouring alcohol in their coffee when backs were turned and laughing up a storm.

The Joker was apprehended last night and for once, they had enough dirt to lock him up overseas. There was no way the clown was breaking out of an international prison and so a lively air was felt all around. Promotions were bound to pour in and with it, bonuses for a job well done.

Perhaps it was too premature to celebrate because the cheerful air was sucked clean out the room when Stephens rounded the corner being held hostage by none other than The Joker.

Joker honestly couldn’t hear a thing with everyone screaming at him.

Put it down, take it easy, drop the weapon, let him go now. I got a shot! Drop it on the floor! Put it down, drop the weapon now!

What was he supposed to do first? Eh. He had his own agenda anyways. There was no real need to listen. An officer asked Joker his demands and the room finally plunged into silence.

Everyone waited with bated breath to hear the reasoning behind this daring escape.

“Sorry, what? No. I just… I just want my phone call.” was all Joker said.

It seemed too benign; clearly another stunt to break out of GCPD holding, but all Joker wanted was to send a message to his Light no matter the risk.

The police officers gathered around all exchanged looks of apprehension. What harm was one phone call? The Joker had one of their own by the neck, a bead of blood trickling down Stephens’ neck as the seconds passed.

There was no time to call for backup.

A cop tossed a cell towards Joker, and he caught it one-handed, mock shushing the detective complaining about the pressure on his neck.

For a moment Joker contemplated calling Frost to activate the protocol on his behalf. It would fix the security risk and calm some fears, however. Joker knew if you didn’t hear from him, you’d think the worst and be on suicidal watch by lunchtime.

Joker had to take the risk and phone home himself.

He knew the number by heart and he held eye contact with a cop as the phone rang and rang.

You were still asleep. Silly girl. Joker could picture you patting the bed sheets and rolling your eyes to answer the phone, even if it was an unknown caller at the crack of dawn.

Dating a wanted criminal taught you to always answer unknown callers. 99% of the time it was your J. And this time wasn’t any different. You yawned out a hello and waited for his latest excuse.

Clearly, he was running late and missed welcome home morning cuddles. You had half a mind to scold him, but the tone in Joker’s voice caused a chill to run down your spine.

“Hi.. I left the uhhh Light on at home. Can ya make sure ta turn it off for me?”

“W-What?” You had to stop and remember the correct wordings for secret messages. Joker had drilled so many into your brain it was all so confusing. You feared this one the most.

Lights Out was the second highest security procedure.

When it finally clicked what was happening, Joker heard the wet sob bubbling in your throat. “Yes, I-I’ll turn the lights off.”

“Good that’s.. that’s good. Heh I can’t risk a high Light bill since I’ll be away for a while.”

You read between the lines and bit back a wail.

I’m sorry Bunny but I won’t be coming home for a while. Take care of yourself while I’m gone.

You had to be strong and reply, “How long?”

Joker growled as the cops visibly got impatient. Can’t they give him so time to tell the love of his life he’ll be gone indefinitely?

He won’t get to see your smile the first thing in the morning or kiss you right before bed. He’ll miss your home cooking, the sound of your nails tapping away at your laptop. The sound of your laughter when he made a stupid joke… Joker would miss all the comforts you created and labelled home.

His heart was breaking hearing your muffled sobs on the phone. This was tearing you apart and yet, you were so brave. You had to be for the long days ahead.

Joker wished he had the answer to when he’ll be back. You deserved the truth even if it killed you.

“Dunno. Just.. wait for me, yeah?” Joker hoped that you would. Something about this capture felt permanent.

Everyone was so confident about this international transfer being the end of his career. It wouldn’t be like Arkham Asylum—in for two weeks tops and back into your arms in record time. Who knows how long planning a foreign escape would take. Who knew if he could escape..

That uncertainty was felt through the phone. If Joker didn’t know the answer, then it was virtually impossible.

“Of course. I’ll be here waiting every day. I… I um..” You laughed through the tears, causing Joker to crack a somber smile. After all this time you still couldn't say it.

He didn’t care if the whole precinct was listening. His voice dropped and wrapped you up in soft cashmere. “I know Bun.” I love you too.

A prolonged pause dulled the conversation. You pretended that Joker was lying beside you, and Joker imagined he was holding you close one last time. Saying anything more would be too suspicious (like randomly saying Bun wasn’t eyebrow raising for the already shocked police officers).

Joker was, dare they say, docile with whoever was on the receiving end of the line.

Was he saying goodbye to someone? Surely not, this was The Joker for Pete’s sake! and yet no one dared to rush him off the phone. The scene was too shocking to disturb.

Nevertheless, all good things have to come to an end, and you didn’t get upset that Joker abruptly hung up on you. You knew that he wasn’t alone. He couldn’t say what he truly wished to without outsiders discovering your relation to him.

Joker could never be his true authentic self without others exploiting it. It just wasn’t fair.  

He couldn’t even afford a proper goodbye. You sat up in bed for the longest bawling your eyes out. Joker risked your safety to warn you of his upcoming absence.

You had to accept that he would be gone. You knew Joker would do everything in his power to return to your side. Your job was staying strong so he would have something to come home to.

The first order of business was clean-up. You broke the burner phone into pieces and extracted the SIM card before tossing it down the toilet. You watched it swirl, while thoughts of Joker circled your brain in like manner.

The days ahead would be long and trying indeed, and you weren’t entirely sure if you were strong enough to live through them.

But you had to, for you and Joker’s sake.

Another dreary day outside meant another day spent in bed.

At least that's the phrase Joker told himself. Gotham City's night sky was split wide open letting buckets of rain dump down onto the crime infested streets with no end in sight. Every giant window in the penthouse offered up the same view no matter the room he went in.

Grey, mucky rain.

Joker wasn't boarding a free train to depression city by staring at the gloomy sight and he wouldn't be caught dead in it either. He'd rather stay wrapped up in a blanket burrito and catch up on some z's. He could really get used to this lap of luxury you spoiled him with.

This mattress was phenomenal and just about every inch of it smelled like you. He couldn't stop burying his nose into the fabric inhaling your intoxicating scent.

Rosemary, lavender, peppermint and some exotic fruit that still eluded him; the cocktail would be his undoing.

The only con was that you weren't in bed with him.

Joker cracked an eye open and patted the spot where you once lay. It was cold to the touch- meaning you had been gone for quite some time and that just wouldn't do! He needed his cuddling partner smothered underneath him. It was the only way he slept peacefully these days.

He was surprised he didn't hear when you left. Joker was a very light sleeper so the fact that you escaped his hold was considered a slap in the face.

Nothing got past him. Would be assassins, trusted allies, Batman and his stupid sidekicks, you name it, Joker heard it and thwarted their plans.

Yet you seemed to do the unthinkable.

Joker scanned the room but didn't find you huddled up on the couch near the electric fireplace or laying down on the cowhide rug with your legs kicking in the air like some kid with a coloring book.

He knew your mannerisms so well by now he wouldn't be surprised if you were coloring on the floor this time of night.

You were an insomniac and Joker hoped you didn't leave the apartment on another stroll like you did the night before last. It was too dangerous to go alone, he told you that a thousand times over, but would you listen?

Absolutely not. You were hardheaded.

Joker groaned to himself and rolled onto his back. You had better be using the bathroom or pacing the hallway again. Or coloring by the numbers in the kitchen.

If he had to put on a disguise and hunt you down to some shady Gotham alleyway again, he shivered in excitement just thinking about your punishment.

Knife play? Denial? Or maybe a good ol' fashioned spanking. Not like you considered that punishment, you loved his hands on you, but Joker was down for anything that could make you scream.

But it wouldn't come to that. He had faith that you kept your behind in the apartment like a good girl.

Unless you were being a brat. It wouldn't be the first time you caught an attitude and defied his orders- and it surely won't be the last.

With that in mind Joker sat up on the edge of the bed and hissed when his bare feet met the cold hardwood floors.

Nights like this he'd rather be nestled in bed with you, not getting up to search the apartment for you.

He couldn't look in your actual bedroom, (he valued his life more than another accidental peek inside) so he checked the bathroom and was making his way to the second guest bedroom when he heard a noise from the hallway.

Too soft to be an intruder but loud enough to get his attention and lower his guard.

Definitely you, doing God knows what at 4am. Joker rounded the corner and found you hunched over on the living room couch.

There was a dim glow illuminating your front but with your back to him he couldn't see you.

He heard a soft moan as your head tipped back. The waterlogged lights from the Fashion District shaded you just right in the violet-aqua tinted room. Your unbound hair fell down your back in ringlets and tangled beauty. He knew it smelled divine; you washed it this morning.

You were a vixen in the shadows kept hidden from his curious gaze. Just what was his Bunny doing that she couldn't do in the bedroom, or better yet, do in front of him?

Joker had an idea and smiled devilishly as he snuck behind you to whisper in your ear. "Need a hand doll?"

He didn't expect you to head butt him in the jaw. That noggin of yours was harder than he thought.

The unexpected contact with something made you turn around and acknowledge Joker rubbing his chin in pain. You gasped and yanked your headphones out of your ear to attempt reaching out for your partner.

"I'm so sorry Joker! I didn't know you were back there! Move your hand, lemme see!"

He batted you away and grumbled to himself as he sat down on the couch. It was then he saw what had you so distracted.

"You left our bed to work? Again?"

"Hmm?" You followed his pointed gaze to your laptop tossed to the side after you realized you hurt Joker.

You grimaced but replied nonetheless. "Yeah. I had another idea and came in here to get it on digital paper but I just can't get the words right."

Joker settled into the couch and discreetly eyed your screen. He knew the rules by now. No peeking no matter how much it pained him. But his curiosity couldn't be suppressed. You dangled candy right in front of a child! Joker was your favorite fan and he was dying to read new material after going so long without anything.

You kept the font impossibly tiny, like Arial size nine tiny, but he could make out a few sentences if he squinted–

You locked your pc with the speed of Flash himself. You arched an eyebrow at his boyish pout.

"I couldn't help myself." Joker whined and stressed his syllables.

He was still in his usual teasing mood despite it being so late, (or was it early?) in the night. Either way you smiled at his face free of both his clown makeup and stress.

It took you forever to adapt to seeing his handsome face without harsh white and red paint in the way. Joker looked as close to normal as a disfigured man could get. His pores had time to breathe and clear up, the heavy bags under his eyes vanished with proper sleep, and his cheeks were full from your generous cooking.

But even with his permanent physical flaws and history he was still perfect in your eyes.

You didn't know you were staring until Joker's face was inches in front of yours. "Whatcha thinkin’ bout my Light?" He glanced down at your lips while biting his own.

You curled your fingers into his fading green locks, he promised he wouldn't dye it while with you, and purred. "What am I thinking?"

Joker caught onto your flirty energy and crowded your space, wanting it all for himself. He was possessive that way.

"Yeah? Tell me, tell meee."

"I was thinking... of how to transition the plot from the rudimentary introduction phase into the hard nitty gritty moral lesson. I'm so stuck on world building that I can't seem to start telling the story properly! I never had an issue with this before but I'm struggling now!"

Joker groaned and pushed you away to rub his face. That's what you were worried about?!

Apparently he voiced his thoughts aloud because you gave him a deadpan stare from your end of the couch.

"Yes Joker, that's what's bothering me. I am an author after all. I don't sit up all night plotting people's murder or a citywide takeover. I think of expositions and run on sentences or about filling in plot holes."

"I thoughT you wanted me to fill another hole of yours." Joker mumbled to himself.

"JOKER!"

He cracked his neck and looked out the window. There were too many rain droplets to count but its constant downpour beat against the window in a soothing tempo.

Tonight's forecast was a heavy downpour with active flood warnings. He was wasting perfectly good cuddle weather to hear you complain about writing.

Times like this he wished you weren't such a perfectionist. You tend to overthink almost everything and give yourself headaches because of it.

"I swear, my dirty mind is rubbing off on you."

He returned his attention to you when you sat up on your elbows in front of him. You didn't notice your provocative position yet and he wasn't complaining.

It was actually his fault you fell backwards with your legs spread open but you didn't have to look at him like that. It's like you were begging for him.

And Joker would gladly give you all of him and then some.

Perhaps you needed a distraction to get your mind off of this writer's block.

He replied to your comment. "And what if you are uh.. ~rubbing~ off on me? Looks to me like you could use a good rub down, to ahh clear your head." Joker's thumb moved in lazy shapes on your ankle, slowly creeping up your calf.

You didn't quite catch onto what he was saying. How could a massage get the creative juices flowing in your head again?

You woke up a little after two am with an idea buzzing in your head. It took forever to wrestle yourself out of Joker's arms and sneak out the bedroom.

By the time you unlocked your laptop and logged into the shared document, the 'burning idea' that woke you up was long gone. You wanted to scream in anger but heaven forbid you woke up your roommate turned lover. He needed his rest more than anything.

Punching the air and having a silent meltdown would have to do.

You refused to go back to bed without an attempt being made so you bunkered down to try and re-envision your dream again and format it into words.

You failed miserably.

Groans of frustration, loud stabs at the backspace key so hard you feared it would break, and two paces around the living room later, Joker found you right as you were about to cry.

Now he was trying to help in that weird non-helpful way of his. Like running his hot hands up and over your knees before jerking you closer to him by your waist.

"J-Joker what're you..?" Your back hit the couch cushion beneath you as Joker hovered above, grinning like the devil.

His shamrock colored eyes practically glowed in the dim room.

"Oh sweetheart. My poor little, overworked, Bunny.. You should know exactly, whaT I'm doing." Joker stressed each word with a kiss or nip onto your skin.

His touch was like electricity, charging you up one touch at a time.

You should've known what he was preparing you for but your mind was so jumbled it didn't put two and two together.

You had worn an old baggy poetry club t-shirt to bed without any pants and it did little to protect you from Joker's fiery hot touch.

His hands always had a way of making you feel small. They dipped and tugged and lowered your inhibitions to new levels in record time. Your gasps caught in your throat but Joker simply smiled as if they were awards to his endeavors.

Perhaps they were; he loved to rile you up and watch as you unraveled. You were his to mold and break and he relished in it.

Joker's mouth came to a halt at your panty line and you whimpered when he hooked his teeth into the band.

"Can't touch my pretty girl with these in the way hmm?"

He slid the soaked garment down and off one leg at a time until you were lying bare awaiting his touch.

You felt Joker's chuckle vibrate off your thighs as he got cozy on the sofa. He then dragged your legs up over his shoulders and groaned at the snack presented to him.

That's when it hit you. What method of distraction Joker was playing at. Those skillful fingers of his that always got the job done, rubbing your..

"Oh my God!" You slapped a hand over your month at the first flick of his tongue.

You did not get any work done that night.

The day Joker found you, he died a happy man. Its like all his dreams finally came true. He always wanted a bunny and the universe gave him one!

He cherishes you immensely, takes you everywhere because you are the most clingiest thing ever! Which is crazy because you hate people crowding your space and touching you.

You roll your eyes at Joker's goons who try to get your attention and/or play with you. You cuddle up to Joker giving them a glare. Its obvious you will bite them if they bother you any futher.

Joker loves it! He is the only person allowed to touch you, a fact he brags about to anyone who will listen.

Joker ensures your feet never touch the ground. You huff and thump your feet in agitation but he just bops you on the nose and says, "you love it Bunny" you secretly do...

During his loooooong meetings, Joker lets you burrow in the nest of his coats and jackets by the corner. The sun beaming down on your slumbering face, surrounded by Joker's scent. You can sleep anywhere as long as Joker is near. He makes you feel safe.

But the moment a goon speaks up or any sudden loud noise is made, you wake with a start and well.. panic.

Joker has a hard time calming you down. Your ears are on high alert, your eyes darting around frantically searching for the predator your body is telling you is near.

You don't run--a habit Joker thinks is so cute, no you freeze in terror until he lowers himself to your eye level and pats your head. He knows you secretly love head pats even if you jerk away.

Joker learned the hard way that head pats or sweets will stop the panic Bunny mode. That and kisses.. Chaos is trying to keep this sfw.. 😗

That's another thing about his Bunny, you're soooo bratty! Lofty eye rolls, huffs of irritation, those adorable foot thumps, tail twitching in suspense, and your nose!!! Joker loves watching you sniff your surroundings or just involuntarily. Your nose is just too cute!

Joker thanks the universe for letting him meet you. There is never a dull moment now that you're in his life. He's gotten used to the headaches you give him because you may seems like a sweet innocent bunny, but J knows better.

Those big eyes of yours sparkle in warning and like a rocket you shot off, finding mischief anywhere. Joker lets you run wild as you please.

Frost does not get paid enough to watch over your energetic self.

The penthouse is perfectly designed for this chaotic mayhem and all of J's hideouts are remodeled to accommodate you as well.

Anyone knows if Joker is at the hideout, you can't be far, snacking on something sweet, finding something shiny to play with, or taking a nap in J's office. That or running around wild. You always manage to tire yourself out.

Joker can never tell you no. It physically pains him and all the goons knows you have J wrapped around your finger. Joker is absolutely down asunder for his Bunny and you are right where you want to be.

Chaos managed to keep this rated PG.. whew it took a lot out of me 🥴

It was only a matter of time before something tipped the scales.

Numerous deadlines kept piling up, putting more pressure on you than before. You attempted to organize your time better and somehow managed to make things worse. It felt like nothing was getting done despite the constant cycle of eat, sleep, study, repeat you endured.

More deadlines, more research and yet, it seemed like you continued to fall behind. Your advisors encouraged you to slow down and be more resourceful with your time management.

Professors shook their heads in disappointment. There was only so many extensions they could give before it became clear.

You weren’t just falling behind; you were in completely over your head. And still, you believed you could make things right.

Just one more semester and things would start looking up! You poured your soul into your studies. You spent some nights on campus, cramming in every precious second to raise your scores. Sleep didn’t matter; eating was optional if it meant another hour of studying.

And when it was time to submit the final, you finally felt like you had a fighting chance.

To your amazement, your professor didn’t flat out fail you for the late turn in. Instead, you earned your first high mark in what felt like months. You should have known the grade was too good to be true.

The next week you were met with pointed glares and hushed whispers following your every move.

No one offered a warm hello. Your friends ditched the study session in the library. You became alienated for absolutely no reason, until you opened your email. The summons was a punch to the gut. The ruling that swiftly followed, was unjust against your favor.

You worked so hard to accumulate solid research, why would you risk it all to plagiarize? The context in question wasn’t remotely similar to your thesis! Something wasn’t right. You wouldn’t dare tank your scholarly career like this!

Sadly the institution didn’t give you a chance to argue.

You were expelled on the spot and forcebly removed from the premises. You didn’t get the opportunity to collect your laptop. J gave you a brand new sticker for it just days prior.

And that was the scene Joker came home to.

You staring listlessly in the living room; book bag still hanging from your shoulder. Your eyes were puffy and he could tell you ran one too many hands through your curls in frustration.

He glanced at the clock, it was way too early for you to be home given you had night classes this semester. A thousand questions racked his brain but the only thought that managed to escape was, “What’s wrong with you?”

Perhaps it was the tone, or the words themselves that became the final straw.

After busting your rear for weeks only to be expelled for a false claim—hearing Joker’s negative comment was just too much.

You burst into tears with no end in sight. Joker sprang into action—literally at a loss for words. Who hurt his bunny? Did he need to call in reinforcements for this murder spree? He needed answers, ideally names to all who wronged you.

Joker killed men for less; so someone making you cry? The streets would run red with blood.

Joker nodded along to your choppy, sniffled explanation. He only heard bits and pieces as you stained his suit jacket, “Uhh yeah, hm.. uh huh. Say that again, Y/n.”

You wrung your lip, “I got expelled for.. for…” Now that Joker heard clearly.

He was just as confused as you. Last time J checked (which was monthly..) you were on the Dean’s list. Why would they suddenly drop you?

Not like Joker cared if you were enrolled or not. He fully supported you and your dreams but a happy bunny was his only priority. You didn’t see how this past semester ran you ragged. Your quest for perfection was beginning to harm your health.

Why did you have to be such a perfectionist? It’s like you enjoyed stressing yourself out. “Bun, you don’t need some errr.. fanc-yyy paper to prove how smart ya are.” J said.

“But I want it! I’m so close and and if I just work a little harder, I can be something.” The last your sentence tapered off as you buried your face into his chest.

Joker clicked his tongue in annoyance. There you go putting unnecessary stress on yourself and for what?

You didn’t need straight A's to get a degree. No one told you to aim for valedictorian either. This dumb expectation to be a perfect student was all in your head.

J hacked into your school records. You were passing, and mentioned on the honor roll albeit low. You weren’t failing but his bunny had a tendency to overthink things completely out of proportion. In your mind, you assumed you were one grade away from being kicked out. If he didn’t drag you back to reality, you would be forever lost in a sea of anxiety.

It was evident you needed a lifesaver to snap you back to reality. He took you by the shoulders and shook you none too gently.

“Listen. To. Me. You are something. My Light is smart, funny and might I add, drop dead gorgeous! You are capable of soooo much! You wrote an entire dissertation in two weeks. You’re passing your classes and if ya open your eyes… you would see how you’re over re-acT-ing.”

You weren’t so sure of Joker’s words. You were making this more difficult than it should be.

“But J.. I was accused of plagiarism. I’m basically ruined.” you started crying anew to which J rubbed your back in (what he hoped was) soothing circles.

“I don’t know what that means. Don’T really care.. I do know that ya need a break doll.” J noted.

You’d been working nonstop for months. Today’s events caused you to finally snap. Crying over something so trivial proved how just stressed you were. Joker always had your back no matter what and when has he ever failed you? He’d take care of this for you.

As if Joker would allow anyone to ruin your future. If his Light wanted some fancy degree, then you’d get one!

He would get you situated first. You needed a nice warm meal, lots of attention, and proper rest before returning to your senses. You were mentally and emotionally exhausted.

You barely felt him tuck you into bed. You were asleep when Joker brushed a kiss along your forehead, “No one hurt what’s mine.”

It was time to pay this Dean of yours a visit. Making his Light cry would cost him a limb or two. And whoever involved in slandering your academic career would have an unfortunate accident tonight.

After all, Joker was a man of his word. No hurt what he considered his.

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.

It was only supposed to be a nickname, an inside joke to use however (and whenever) Joker saw fit. He gave you so many names, it was hard to keep up with them all— yet this one in particular stuck. 

You were naturally curious, a timid little thing, simply overly cautious by default. 

You always weighed out the options presented to you before jumping into a situation. Joker said it as a joke all those months ago but overtime, it became something more.  

You would tilt your head and scrunch your nose, really bringing the nickname to life. One random day, you found yourself accepting the name when you used the emoji to refer to yourself. These days, you responded to it without fuss and rarely rolled your eyes whenever J did use it. 

You were without a doubt, Joker’s Bunny. He never thought you would take the title this seriously. 

Joker groaned to himself. 

Whhhhhy didn’t he stay at home with you tonight? You practically begged him to stay with those e/c eyes of yours, but he stood firm on his ‘I have to go, it's im-port-ant’ spiel. You pouted but sent him off with a kiss.  

Now Joker regretted his decision as each boring minute dragged on during this briefing. To be fair, it was important. The sad reality was—Joker was not listening. He spent his time staring off into space, daydreaming about you. 

He wondered what you cooked tonight. Was it that new recipe you’ve been dying to try, or did you play it safe and fix one of his favorites? He loved your cooking and could really go for a hearty meal after sitting through this snoozefest. 

Joker’s thoughts were plenty and quickly changed narratives in a split second. Did you take a bubble bath with that new bath bomb he got you? Joker saw it in passing and immediately thought of his Bunny after seeing the display pyramid of shimmery spheres in the store. 

They had your name written all over it. So what if he stole you a few? He’d do anything for his Bunny! Besides, it was nothing compared to the other flasher gifts he showered you with on a daily basis.  

Joker was still envisioning your gorgeous body soaking in pink tinted water when his phone chimed, startling him out of the fantasy. He fished it out of his coat pocket and arched an eyebrow when he saw your message come through. Speak of an angel, and you appear. 

you coming home? 

J smirked to himself reading the word home. 

It stirred up a flurry of emotions within him every time you used it. Joker thought he had no need for a home until you entered his life and proved him wrong. Every person needs a home; his just so happened to be in the form of you. And right now, Joker was feeling rather homesick.  

His first instinct was to rush back, but he found your message a bit odd since you knew he was overseeing a meeting tonight. Did something happen or were you just as needy as he was? He really should’ve stayed at home tonight. Joker sighed as he scanned the room. 

The team was still talking amongst themselves on how to pull off the hit without gaining the authorities’ attention. Joker drowned them out thirty minutes ago. He was only here for appearance’s sake and could care less if they succeeded or not. 

They could iron out the details without him present and that became the determining factor to answer your text. With a roll of his green eyes, J replied. 

What’s in it 4 me? 

Joker watched three tiny dots appear and fade multiple times over a course of several minutes. Whatever you wanted to say was deleted over and over until Joker finally got a vague response. 

Come and find out 🐰 

You were a sassy little thing tonight. To prove his point, just a few seconds later, Joker received an attachment pic from you. He took one glance at it and inwardly moaned. Screw this meeting. It was obvious he was needed at home.  

“Oi! Where you going, Boss?” A henchman called out. 

Joker was busy storming out the door to even notice that he scared everyone with his abrupt exit. They were waiting for Joker to voice his opinion and he just up and left. The small group began to panic and scrambled to find a way to revise the plans to meet Joker’s high expectations. 

They could all die trying to rob the bank for all he cared.  

Joker’s mind was elsewhere, solely on you in fact. His Bunny was asking for it. It was the only explanation as to why the fading sun captured your sexy silhouette oh so perfectly. When Joker got home, he was gonna ruin you. 

Joker didn’t notice Frost walking down the hall in his mad dash to the elevator. Frost noticed his boss’s urgency and promptly scoffed. “Let me guess. It’s either something the idiots said in the meeting or something B did.”  

He ignored Joker’s venomous glare. His lack of response spoke volumes. “Are you coming back after you fix her attitude?” Frost sighed softly. 

The elevator door dinged open, and Joker walked backwards inside. He locked eyes with Frost, voicing his demands. “Don’t bother us unless it’s raining uhh.. cats and dogs!”  

J wasn’t coming back, they both knew it. Frost spoke to his own reflection as the doors slid closed. “I don’t get paid enough for this.” 

There really should be a written guide to this sort of things. How To Look Sexy for Your Lover While Wearing a Ridiculous Outfit. 

Perhaps you could write one yourself; it beat psyching yourself up in the mirror until Joker came home. You planned this surprise for weeks and now the day finally came to act on it and you were having second thoughts. The last component for your outfit arrived after Joker left for the night and you just couldn’t wait another second to show him the final product. 

It was now or never. You wouldn’t have the confidence to do this after today. Just looking in the mirror you felt silly all over again. The fact that Joker left you on read after giving him a sneak peek didn’t help boost your confidence. 

It wasn’t that disappointing– nine times out of ten Joker left you on read, the problem was that he left you hanging after you sent him a risqué picture when you were expecting an instant reaction to it. 

It took you ages to get the right angle, the perfect lighting, and to eventually find a pic that you genuinely liked, before sending it to the clown, and he didn’t acknowledge any of it. 

You checked yourself out again and sighed as your heels scraped the hardwood.  

You thought you looked cute, hot even! but your opinion was irrelevant if Joker didn’t approve. Maybe he opened the message and became busy before he could respond? Or perhaps his phone died? You told yourself anything except the truth. 

He probably hated it and didn’t want to hurt your feelings. 

That seemed to be a valid explanation coming from your cold, heartless clown. Joker was unpredictable like the wind. It was hard to please his shifty moods.  

There was no sense in keeping the outfit on if nothing would result from it. You pouted as you fumbled behind your back for the zipper— until you heard keys turning in the front door. 

Joker was back in record time. It made you wonder how he got here so fast, but that was a problem for another day. J was home and your stomach was in knots.  

Why did the zipper wanna act up now of all times?! How did it get stuck anyway? There was no time to change! You grabbed Joker’s first surprise off of the dresser right as the bedroom door slammed into the wall.  

He was going to leave a permanent dent if he kept doing that. You told him numerous times to stop. You were about to scold him about it for the nth time, but the green tinted flames in his eyes took your breath away. 

Joker was a raging bull, just shy of steam blowing out his nose and his target was poor ol’ you shifting your weight from heel to heel. You hid his surprise further behind your back and of course, he noticed. His Glasgow smile slowly stretched along his face.  

“Whatcha got there, Bunny.” Joker stressed the endearment more so than usual since you were dressed the part. 

You wore your tallest pumps and donned a fresh pair of fishnets to go nicely with your patent pink bunny suit. It clung to your figure in all the best ways to go with the white cuff links you had on your wrists.  

You looked straight out of Playboy magazine in Joker’s eyes. He admired the bunny ears atop your head; one bent, the other straight and the crisp white debonair tie fastened around your neck. He loved your attention to detail; you saw to it that every element shined individually. 

And just like a bunny, you were skittish as Joker slowly stalked his way towards you.  

You couldn’t stop the smile that lit up your face as Joker tilted his head in that intimidating way of his. “I saiiiiid... whatcha goT behind your back, Bunny? Is it a uh, surprise?” 

You nodded demurely in response. So that’s how you wanted to play huh? Joker grinned. 

“Yeah? Is it…. for me?” You giggled when he tried to steal a peek, if not for you blocking his attempts at the last second. Your heels clicked loudly in the room as you darted away.  

Joker was enjoying your playful mood tonight and he growled seeing you smirk. You were matching J’s energy, although he had to stop and admire you more closely.  

He could tell you planned this for quite some time. You did your makeup so prettily, and he was over the moon seeing your plump lips shimmering in the setting sun. You wore the shade he recently stole.. ahem bought. The one that tasted like strawberries when he kissed you long enough.  

He licked his own lips, reminiscing the taste. You were a walking temptation. 

J’s green eyes roamed from your beautiful face down to your neck that begged him to nibble and mark up, to your breasts that were practically bursting out of your bunny costume. 

He wouldn’t be surprised if you bought it two sizes too small with how your curves spilled out over the leather confines. Joker wanted to lay you down, knead your soft flesh, and ruin you. 

You looked so good and Joker knew you tasted far better; he couldn’t help but objectify you. There was so much he wanted to do in such a limited time! Your sweet giggles were cute, but he was tired of playfully chasing you around the bedroom. He growled as he caught you by the waist.  

“Gotcha! Now… let’s uh, seeeeee what my sweet girl is, oh..” Joker audibly swallowed as you bit your lip, looking away.  

Joker stared at the bundle of rope in your hands—and for once in his life, he was at a loss for words.  

The soft hue would look heavenly against your complexion, and the possibilities of what tonight could bring made blood rush to his cock. Joker had been wanting to tie you up for months now and he wasn’t shy about introducing the idea in small doses. He took you by surprise one night by binding your hands with one of his ties. 

He saw how your breath hitched, the way your eyes widened in intrigue, or how you bit your lip as you answered his check-in with a lustful, ‘I-I like it.’  

The feeling of being helpless, at the mercy of a man like Joker, it excited you and drove him feral. Yes, you were his sweet girl so precious and silly, but taking things a step further and being an actual Bunny in bed? He wasn’t so sure if you could handle that darker side of him just yet, but this rope was a sign that you were.  

He had to make sure you were 100% okay with this before going forward. 

Joker toyed with the rope as he met your gaze. Both were soft and pliable, so easy to destroy.. “Y/n… are ya sure?” he asked.  

He was asking for a lot. If you said yes, you would surrender yourself completely to Joker. It was scary, Joker was scary.  

You would be fool to turn a blind eye to his true nature. He enjoyed severe power imbalances, and he reveled in torturing others. Joker was a man to fear and yet here you are, virtually begging him to have his way with you.  

It was like making a deal with the devil. However, you trusted Joker not to get too carried away.  

You nodded and leaned up (even with high heels on, J towered over you) and kissed his scarred cheek but Joker required a verbal agreement. It was a firm rule he enforced for serious moments like this.  

“Aht aht, I need to hear you say it, Bunny.”  

You nodded again but Joker grabbed your throat, clearly not in the mood for your antics. “Use. Your. Words. Y/n.” His eyes narrowed, “I won’t re-peaT myself.” 

Your eyes fluttered closed hearing Joker’s assertive tone. This was The Joker that Gotham City feared. He oozed dominance and demanded order, if only to destroy it the second he got it.  

You felt compelled to obey his commands. “B-Bunnies don’t t-talk.” You rasped as you broke free to sashay over to the bed.  

With Joker eyeing your every move, you bent at the waist and wiggled your buns so the fake cotton tail on the outfit could move enticingly.  

His breath was shaky as he unraveled the colored rope in his hands. A mocking tsk tsk fell from his lips. “What a naughty, naughty girl I have. She neverrrrrr listens to my rules.”  

Ugh rules... how could you think about rigid rules at a time like this?! Just hearing Joker’s voice gave you insight to your fate. You definitely weren’t walking tomorrow morning.  

Your heart was pounding as Joker stopped short behind you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and when his hand traced your skin—searching for a way to take your costume off, you moaned. He loved how pent up you were. It solidified your desire for this. You wanted him.  

Joker hummed once he found the pesky zipper and he dragged it down inch by inch, teasing the both of you. “I need ya to tell me, Y/n. Are you gonna be my rope bunny for the night?” J said when the zipper reached your lower back. Of course it worked just fine for him. 

God, you loved this psychotic clown. You could hear just how much Joker was holding himself back and yet he took the time to make sure you were okay with this.  

He’d jump your bones once he got consent. Your safety always came first.  

He was thinking of the best knots to restrict you with when you broke character. Joker’s eyes caught yours melting in the setting sun as you turned toward him. “Yes, please I want this. I’ll be good J, I promise.” you whispered. 

A single kiss to the center of your back sealed your fate. “I know ya will, Princess. Arch ya back for me.”  

You whimpered but leaned forward so your head rested gently on the pillows with your bottom in the air. There was no turning back now. Once Joker fully removed your costume, he would see just how devoted you were to your nickname. 

The tight costume highlighted all of your so-called imperfections and Joker took great care to rub your skin where indents formed due to the stiff leather. Just as he expected, you did purchase it a size smaller than your norm. How cute.  

Joker kissed his way down your spine as he helped you escape the material. You knew he found his final surprise when a sharp crackle was heard inside the room, followed by a blooming sting on your backside.  

“Y/n. Are ya try-ing to kill me?” Joker genuinely sounded in pain as he kneaded your flesh while admiring your cotton tail.** “My sweet, sweet Bunny girl.. just whaT am I ta do with ya?”  

Joker flung the costume somewhere in the bedroom as he took up the rope.  

He wanted to take his time tonight; to create intricate patterns against your skin, to make lasting memories that would fade days later.... but now his twisted mind was spiraling. Was it too much, too soon to suspend you from the ceiling? It could bear your weight.. right?  

No. No. Baby steps. There was always a chance for extremes next time.  

IF you survived tonight that is. You were still lying on the bed waiting for Joker’s instructions that would never come.  

You yelped when Joker yanked your hands behind your back to bind your arms to your waist via a series of knots and loops. And he didn’t stop there. Somehow he secured your ankles to your plushy thighs, effectively hogtying you face down on the mattress. You were made vulnerable before you could even muster up the thought of backing out.  

The cold air in the room hit your cunt and you knew Joker enjoyed the view of your walls clenching around nothing in want. “Such a needy little Bunny! Don’t worry. If ya bee~haaaave, you’ll get what you want." 

In defiance, you tried to move but the fibers of the rope restricted your mobility a little too well. Panic alarms went off in your head and Joker instantly noticed the change in your body language.  

He was right there by your ear to calm you down. “Wiggle your fingers. That’s it.”  

You gasped after finding you could move your fingers as well as your toes—just nothing else. A temporary freedom to pacify the reality you signed up for.  

Joker kissed your ankle, chuckling, “See? You can move, Bun. Tell that err, silly brain of yours I won’t hurt ya.” 

J didn’t warn you in the slightest when he gathered up the slick dripping from your folds with two thick fingers and began to scissor your pussy with them.  

You screamed from the stretch, yet J didn’t pay you any mind. “Shhhh, Bunny. Alll ya gotta do is feel.” Joker knew that was absolute torture for you.  

Funny, how you desired to be restrained when physical touch was your love language. You loved holding onto J in some form of capacity. He could tell you were going through it with how your tiny fists kept clenching on your lower back.  

It was so exhilarating to see you squirm as he worked you to your peak in record time. It was cruel but since when was Joker nice? 

He curled his fingers upward in a come-hither motion to stroke the spongy spot in your pussy that drive you wild and it was a success judging by your squeals. You were listening to his instructions well, as much as your moans sounded awfully like the first syllables of his name. You didn’t break character to speak; maybe you deserved a reward.  

You didn’t see it that way when Joker bent down to start eating you out.  

He was a man starved using that devilish tongue of his to good use. You felt every lick and subsequent suck as Joker made out with your pussy.  

Every lap had your hips backing up onto his tongue till you were practically grinding onto his face. Not like Joker minded, being suffocated by your cunt was a great way to go. However his hands weren’t idle as you sought out your pleasure.  

He kept you spread wide open with his thumb that every now and then, rubbed maddening shapes on your clit. There was so much stimuli, your brain could not keep up.  

You buried your face into the sheets and cried out as your orgasm flooded your senses.  

Joker hummed his approval and didn’t let up his feast.  

So what if your thighs shook as another orgasm hit you or was it simply a continuation of the first? The logistics didn’t matter.  

He knew it felt good given the whimpers not even your fancy pillow thread count could stifle. Joker was enjoying himself too although he couldn’t ignore the reason for your oversensitivity. It was right in front of his face after all.  

He couldn’t believe you were this serious about your nickname.  

Something about seeing your cotton tail swaying in sync with your pleasure stirred his own. He tore himself away from your pussy to speak on it.  

“How long have ya waited for this, hm?”  

He eased a third finger into your pussy as his tongue honed in on your clit. He wished for a way to bottle your high-pitched whines for a later use. It sure would come in handy for those long, lonely nights at the hideout when he ached for his pretty girl.  

He wondered how long you had been horny. Judging by the never ending slick coating your thighs, it had to be hours.  

That meant you were needy well before he left. Granted it was his idea to leave you all alone tonight to attend that dumb briefing, you still lured him back home with your gorgeous body and coy attitude.  

Interrupting him at work was a big no no. That had to be a good enough reason to punish you right? It was in Joker’s mind.  

His hand landed on your skin like a crackle of thunder. “Sendin’ pretty pictures knowing I’m busy. How loooong did ya wait Bunny? Answer me!” he struck your behind more and more as your silence filled the air.  

Wet sobs collected in your throat with the strain of keeping quiet but you couldn’t endure this delicious torture for long.  

Finally, you caved in and your head shot up on command, “I-I waited—!” 

Joker shoved his wet fingers down your throat, sighing like a disapproving parent. “Ya really fell for that huh? Whaddya say earlier? That bunnies uhh, Don’t. Talk? Suck em clean… there ya go.” 

He tested your gag reflex with each pump of his fingers. You did as you were told and sucked your juices just like you would off his dick. Maybe if you did well enough, J would take pity on you and let you have it. Your cunt was aching with the overstimulation Joker assaulted it with. You craved him like no other.  

Unfortunately Joker knew exactly what you were up to when you started bobbing your head. He yanked his fingers away and pushed your head back down. “Bunny.. I thoughT I told ya to behave?”  

You heard the sound of his belt buckle coming undone and knew that you messed up.  

You couldn’t plead or squirm away from the inevitable. Joker had you right where he wanted you.  

The first impact from his belt startled you and leave it to J to not give you any breathing room. He gladly spanked you until more of your juices squirted onto the bed.  

“Haha, my sick little Bunny. I knew ya like this!” he mocked. Your body trembled with a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment. You were so adorable fighting with your emotions.  

He cooed at the heat from your skin turning it colors. He took to kneading your flesh to work the sting out. Although there were other ways of doing that.. 

J grinned when his fingers took a detour and toyed with your sloppy wet pussy. You definitely enjoyed a little pain with your pleasure. The evidence coated his wrists. 

You were the perfect Bunny. The best girl. How did he get so lucky to have you? 

Joker sighed to himself as he edged you again with his fingers. “I can do annnny~thing to ya and you’d let me, would ya sweet thing? Aht. Aht. Nod, no talkin.” 

You rocked your hips to Joker’s fingers—wanting nothing more than his cock. Your cunt was begging to be filled, to finally get a taste of your favorite drug. But you knew disobeying J would ruin your chances so you weakly nodded instead of pleading with words.  

You doubted you could string up a coherent sentence with your current brain cells anyway.  

Joker must’ve noticed and took pity on you. He saw the wrecked state you were in and wanted to ruin you further. You brought this upon yourself dressing up like a slut. He glared at your tail as he undid his pants.  

F__k, he was hard.  

There was no time to remove pesky clothes or anything else for that matter. Joker would die if he didn’t sink his cock deep into your gummy walls so he didn’t waste any more time.   

His leaking tip brushed your clit almost as an apology before all the air in your lungs got pushed out.  

He felt bigger than ever. Why did you agree to this? Both of your holes were stuffed full and with your limbs tied up and useless, it was only fair that your mind followed suit. Your jaw hung open in a silent moan the deeper Joker sank into your guts.  

“So f__king tight!! Awww Bunny. Ya still with me?” He asked when you got too quiet. J finally bottomed out with a demonic growl that ended in an equally sinister laugh. “I honestly don’t care. You’re. All. Mine.”  

He pulled back with a hiss, only to shove his dick right back in with teeth rattling force. Joker made deep, meticulous thrusts to really get a feel of your depth, as if this were the first time he explored your pussy. As he didn’t carve out the shape of his dick into your cunt ages ago. The loud wet squelches she made would’ve made you blush on a normal day.  

Tonight, your only objective was to keep breathing.  

Joker grabbed your bound arms and used them as leverage for his brutal pace in and out of your pussy.  

He spanked, he clawed, he kissed every inch of your skin at his disposal. You were a mere fleshlight for Joker to use and he loved every minute of it.  

Your pathetic moans in between gasps for air spurred him on.  

“Yes! Yes yes yes yes atta girl, take it Bunny. Arch it for me, c’mon.” Another hard slap to your buns echoed off the walls, a signal to correct your posture. “So good!” he groaned.  

At one point you felt J lay down on top of you. His lustful groans rang in your ears but his cock and his heavy thrusts, shook your soul. Joker set all of his weight on you, prone boning you deeper into the mattress.  

His teeth scraped your ear, “You’re so goood for meee.” Joker’s praise washed over you as his thrusts slowed down to reflect the change in the air. A mere moment’s reprieve you quickly took advantage of.  

You turned your head, catching his lips in a tangle of teeth and tongue.  

Joker drank in your airy moans as well as your features plagued by pleasure. Your mascara ran down your face and your blissful smile made Joker’s cock throb. There was not a single thought to be found behind your pretty eyes.  

You were so far gone that nothing else mattered but him. Joker uttered your name like a curse as he pulled out. You snapped out of your fog to whine but Joker was leagues ahead of you.  

“Shhh, calm down Bunny. It’s uh only for a… fuuuuu.. for a moment.” Joker gasped as he rolled you over onto your side. He wanted to see your face when he spilled himself inside of you.  

He just wasn’t expecting your pussy to squeeze him like a vice when he slid back inside. You were sucking him in and pushing him out and the conflicting sensations made Joker fall onto his knees straddling you.  

“Ya killin’ me doll.” Joker panted.  

He kept his balance on his hands to resume pounding into you. He fixed your bunny ears back straight and brushed a curl out of your face mid thrusts.  

He wanted a clear view when your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. You were almost there given the cute hiccups you were making.  

All this time you managed to keep quiet, somehow. He wanted this final orgasm to be catastrophic. He wanted you die and come back to life in ecstasy.  

You locked eyes with Joker right as white hot static started to creep up your spine. The room got hot and your nose tingled as the pressure that built up ever since J walked into the room, reached its precipice.  

You had nothing to hold onto. There was no slack to try escaping the intense pleasure Joker subjected you to. All you could do was lie back and cry out J’s name.  

The rope bit into your skin as you twitched and moaned wantonly. Joker steadied you the best he could while still ramming into your pussy. The world could end and he would not stop.  

You were the prettiest when you came and he would have been a fool to not follow you over the edge. 

Joker gasped as your cunt clamped down and wrangled his dick with each passing wave of pleasure. He wanted to wait, to drag out this moment until forever, yet he was a slave to your will.  

He buried his face in your chest and groaned as his dick pumped once, twice, and finally spilled rope after rope of cum into your womb. It was agony to let go. There was always more to experience; more to take. If there was a way to fuse himself with your body, he’d give it a try just to savor this moment with you for eternity.  

Joker didn’t know he was talking aloud until he heard your bumbling attempts to reply.  

“You’re never gonna be better than this my sweet girl. Accept. It. Thisss is who you are.” His hips bucked forward—still craving the warmth only you could provide, but pain had crept in ruining the night.  

You tried your best to utter a single word but Joker silenced it with a smoldering kiss. He pulled away holding your gaze intently.  

“I mean it. You’ll always be my pretty Bunny, mkay? Ohhh, look at you!! Was I too rough?” Joker teased when you winced in pain. Your shoulder was at an odd angle ever since he rolled you over. In the throes of passion, it didn’t register but now.. 

Joker tossed you a look, “You can talk now, doll.”  

He sat up and with great regret, pulled out of your pussy. She mourned the loss as J’s cum began to leak out onto the sheets.  

You’d have to do laundry again but Joker seemed preoccupied at the moment to notice your annoyed pout. He was busy undoing the sturdy knots he made around your limbs.  

One by one, you felt the pressure release… and then came the pain. “Ow..” you mumbled.  

Joker snorted but did his best to massage the blood flow back into your arms and legs. He eyed the rope burn on your skin (why did that rouse his dick back to life?) and sighed. “M’sorry Y/n. I uh.. tied it too tighT hehe.”  

He freed you so he could gather you up in his arms. The both of you fell back onto the pillows a pile of giggles and pleased sighs.  

Joker caressed your back as he stared up at the ceiling. Once you got comfortable on his chest, you tucked your head under his chin, fully prepared to be doted on. J was the best at post sex cuddles even if he denied it up and down.  

He looked so.. normal afterwards with his green hair all askew and his clown makeup smudged to high heaven. Only you got to see a Joker laid bare and relaxed.  

He did so much to look after you before, during, and now after; it became your responsibility to reassure him that you were okay.  

“It’s okay… um I.. I l-liked it so..” You paused tracing hearts onto this chest. “Um, J?” He hummed, knowing something was on your mind based on your stutter. “Yeah Bun?” 

Oh this was embarrassing. How were you gonna tell him? 

“I um.. m-my tail..” you wiggled on top of him now you could feel that dull ache growing. You wondered how he missed it.. 

Or maybe he didn’t. Joker snorted softly. “What about it?” He cracked an eye open to watch the realization hit you. “You ahh, better get used to it. You’re my Bunny now, re-mem-ber?”  

Joker kissed you before adding, “Get some rest. Ya miiiiight need it in a few.” 

Then he shut his eyes automatically dozing off—leaving you staring at him in horror. This was only supposed to be a nickname, an inside joke at best. Now you opened a door that you couldn’t escape from.  

You were Joker’s Bunny whether you liked it or not.

The two of you burst into the bedroom a storm of clashing teeth, fervent kisses, and hands grasping at any clothes still in the way.

When finally bare, green eyes stared into your e/c and everything stops. It doesn’t matter how you’re back in his arms; you were a fool for leaving and Joker a bigger one for letting you go. He is tired of pretending everything is okay when it certainly is not.

For once he’ll admit he was wrong. He cannot function without you. It almost killed him trying.

He knows every light on your street after weeks of stalking patrolling them. He could find his way over with his eyes closed (and he has) so call him a freak, psycho, whatever you want. Even more unsettling, Joker knows every sound you make when you sleep because he could not go another night without you.

He’ll replace the locks and question how you slept through him breaking in another day. You’re back where you belong: in his arms. 

He knows he says the wrong things. Does far worse. He knows it hurts; it hurts him seeing your tear-stricken face over and over to the point where it’s a daily occurrence. But actually losing you? No. Living with the fact that you hated him? That was the worst pain he ever felt.

Twist the knife before ripping it out and it still won’t be the same agony as losing his Light. That’s last thing he wants. He can’t start over.

Sure he can find someone else to replace you, that’s not the point. Rather he doesn’t know how to love again since you are the very definition of the word to him.

Which is why Joker begged, pleaded, and cried for you to come back. He vowed to do anything for you and seeing the clown prince of crime on his knees all but proved it. You were moved to tears, the very ones falling hard on his shoulder as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

You whimpered and Joker was quick to brush a tear away, “Shh, ‘m right here, Bun.” Joker knows he’s a lot to handle, perhaps too much, but you never fail to amaze him every time.

The first push always makes your eyes roll back in bliss. Your body offers no resistance, and Joker makes a show of bottoming out because there is no rush tonight. Joker has all the time in the world to prove just how much he needs you.

And he can tell you need more by how deep your nails dig into his back. J would rather die than deny you anything.

So he sets his knees into the bed and grinds into you. Not too fast—tonight isn’t a race. Joker sets the pace deep and purposefully slow. You feel every vein of his dick. Every twitch and throb, you sense the need with each lazy pump. The snail’s pace would make any woman go mad but not you.

No, you just hold Joker’s face like a work of art and breathe in his moans as they escape his lips. Your gaze is locked with his as sweat drips from his brow and the bed creaks with each thrust. You can get high off this brand of love; in fact, Joker plans on it.

It’s always too much for you to handle yet never quite enough. With a broken sob, your eyes flutter close however Joker stops you. “Keep ya eyes on me. Or this… stops.”

One, two, and honestly you lose count of the cruel cruel snaps into your cunt by J’s hips. The unexpected friction threatens to undo him, and a slurred version of your name is painted on your neck. Crazy he can’t follow his own instructions, but you understand the struggle. You’re so close it’s downright pathetic and obviously, so is J.

“W-Wait.. I. No, no n-not like thisss. Not yet.” Joker groans.

You gasp feeling Joker pull out. He doesn’t go far and leans back on the bed, mindlessly moving your body like a ragdoll just the way he wants. He waits for you to adjust sitting in his lap before squeezing your hips and guiding you back down onto his length.

“Mhm that’s better.” No, no it’s not.. it’s sooo much worse!

The two of you are flush hip to hip and you never felt so full. You have a limp tomorrow for sure.

He gives you no more time to think. Feeling Joker rut up into you over and over makes you dizzy. You cling to his shoulders and give him full control of your pleasure.

Sharp wet claps and the occasional grunt from Joker fill the room. His hands are everywhere, leaving bruises to be discovered tomorrow. You’re a panting drooling mess and Joker loves it. The deeper you fall, the harder it will be to come to your senses.

He wants to consume you mind body and soul. To carve his very existence into your brain and live in your heart as if he doesn’t already occupy it. But there’s always room for more. More more more. Joker cannot bear to lose you again. He refuses to start over when there’s still hope.

You’re it for him. No one else can compare and it’s no surprise that Joker is saying all of this aloud.

Each confession makes him thrust up into you faster, more harder, more desperately. His fingers dip into your skin. His breathy moans flood your ears. He wants you to feel this ache burning within his soul. To burn alongside him. He needs you to understand that’s the reason why you need to stay. He can’t suffer alone.

No one else will care for you like Joker does. No one would sacrifice themself the way he will. No one else can love you like Joker does.

Because it’s not love, it’s a disturbing obsession—a desire that will never fade. All he asks is that you stay.. because if you do? Joker will do anything for you.