#soft!joker

Nothing was going as he planned. It was one thing after another.

The plans he spent ages on perfecting were ruined, tensions were at an all time high, and to make matters worse, his goons were screwing up left and right.  

Normally Joker would have killed any signs of weakness, but he couldn’t get rid of his entire payroll. How was it possible that everyone was annoying? Even Frost wasn’t off the hook. At least he had the decency to acknowledge his mistakes and apologize.

No one else did and that irked J even more. Either everyone was an idiot, or the universe had it out for him.  

Honestly, it could be both. It was turning out to be a really rough week with no end in sight.

There was some hope when a revised plan was going well; however, it was quickly ruined by none other than Batman. Joker could not get ahead. He was this close to pulling his hair out. 

He had to get away before his demons started airing the place out.

The whispers were getting louder and louder. ‘Stab him, strangle them...’ and his fingers itched to obey until he saw your disapproving face appear in his mind.

His Light would be devastated to find out that his no killing streak reverted back to zero. He was doing so well too!  

For your sake, Joker managed to curb his urges, but after one of his goons screwed up and almost leaked the main hideout’s location online, enough was enough.  

Joker could not handle anymore. He forcibly removed himself from the situation with a clear destination in mind: your penthouse. He sought out your peaceful bubble, perhaps you could turn his bad mood back around. Joker had to get away before he did who knows what. 

And just Joker’s luck, his misfortunes followed him home. He was convinced he was cursed because this week was officially the worst.  

He struggled to open your front door (of all days the key would get stuck and that was after dropping them) he felt like a raging bull in a china store. Joker saw red and he needed an outlet to purge this negative energy into. He wouldn’t dare place it on you.  

No, he needed to be alone to sort this out. He felt a headache building and strangely enough, his eyes were tingling. Joker refused to believe he was going to cry.

No matter how horrendous his week was, Joker was not a crier. He refused to be weak in front of anyone and that included you.  

That thought made him pause in the foyer. Where were you anyways?  

He called out your name—only for silence to echo back. Of all the days you weren’t home.

J didn’t know if this were a good or a bad thing. He was glad you didn’t see him like this and yet, he kinda wished you were here to educate him on what to do.  

You were aptly named his Lighthouse for your skills in leading him out of the darkness. And right now, it was so dark, Joker couldn’t see the end of the tunnel. His mind was fighting against him and his emotions were getting the better of him. He didn’t feel like himself.   

He kicked his shoes off and ran a hand through his green tresses.

Your penthouse was pristine, a big burst of color and steeped with a whimsical flare.  

A candle burned safely in a votive nearby and its soothing scent went completely over Joker’s head. He was just too far gone for the little things to calm him down. It would take a herculean effort to get him back sane.. at least back to his normal sane self.  

You always demanded cleanliness and order. Everything had a place and right now, Joker felt like he didn’t belong. He considered trashing the place. The thought was too tempting to pass up. 

As much as Joker told himself to behave, he stomped his way down the hall, breaking anything his hands could get a hold of.

Once he entered the bedroom, he snatched a pillow off the bed and screamed into it. He remembered you saying once that it was a great way to relieve stress, but he still felt the same afterwards. Did he somehow do it wrong?  

His clown makeup was smudged all over the case, and it got his mind thinking. Yelling into a pillow was stupid. He quickly tore it into shreds.  

The imported feathers floated in the air, and they provoked his inner desire to destroy more. He knew you would be angry.  

Well touch luck, Joker was angry too.  

The other pillows suffered the same fate as Joker tore through the room like a tornado.

He would suffer the consequences of his actions later. Each tear, every crack, satisfied the demons screaming in his head. A little broken furniture was better than a pile of dead bodies. He hoped you would understand.  

His rampage went on until he was out of breath and slowly coming back to his senses.

Sadly, Joker was still as angry as before. Nothing was working! Joker kicked over the decorative ottoman before belly flopping onto the bed.

Surprisingly, it survived his initial rage and despite his better judgement, Joker let out a gut wrenching yell that ended in a rare sob.  

Joker thought he was stronger than this. He royally failed for letting his emotions get the better of him. This week really took a toll on him, and he had exhausted every method to calm down. All except one.

Joker was powerless against the sudden wave of sleepiness taking him under after his rare show of emotions.  

He clung to the last pillow that smelled of you as you watched on from the doorway. 

Your poor clown was hurting.  

You weren’t ignorant to the levels of stress Joker was going through this week. His nights were longer, his tolerance weakened to the point he almost snapped at you a few times. 

Nothing ever went Joker’s way with the constant perfection he demanded for his criminal heists. He put too many expectations on himself and his goons. 

No one was perfect, case in point, you watched helplessly as Joker broke down. You would worry about cleaning up later. Your heart went out to Joker, who was so far removed from human emotions that he didn’t know he was having a meltdown.  

He didn’t even notice you coming home, he was so overwhelmed.  

He acted like a wounded animal, lashing out while on the verge of tears. Have you ever seen Joker cry before? The details didn’t matter.

You didn't dare to confront him during this rare lapse of character. He would be embarrassed and lash out, thus making things worse.  

You wisely waited in the shadows. When Joker was down for the count, you stepped into the bedroom to offer your silent support.  

You set your purse down and sighed at the mess Joker left behind before climbing into bed. J flinched in his sleep when you reached out for him but he slowly relaxed when his subconscious realized it was you.  

His Light was finally here to help whatever was ailing him.

You cooed softly when Joker tightened his grip on you as his breathing picked up. You didn’t want him waking up.  

Right now, he needed all the rest he could get. He was like a toddler all tuckered out after a tantrum. You let him sleep on your chest as you raked your hands through his green tresses.  

And when Joker woke up hours later in your arms, you simply smiled at him and wiped the dried tears from his cheeks. “You feeling better, J?” 

Joker must have forgotten. That was the only explanation you had for his absence. 

You sat in a fancy Gotham City restaurant trying not to let the pitiful glares bother you. The low murmurs of surrounding conversations and the constant clinking of chinaware did nothing to block the embarrassment you felt.  

A giant red, ‘I got stood up’ sign was painted on your forehead. The mocking snickers and pitiful looks became more obvious as time passed.  

You wanted to keep a glimmer of hope that Joker was coming, yet you sat alone at the table, nursing your favorite drink and eating too much bread to be considered healthy.  

During the second, or maybe the third basket, you came to the heartbreaking conclusion. 

Joker forgot about the date that HE organized.  

Why were you not surprised? This was Joker after all and unfortunately, this had become the norm as of late.  

You flicked breadcrumbs from your fingers before smoothing your dress down for the umpteenth time. There were probably noticeable wrinkles with how much you clenched the fabric throughout the evening. More importantly, you hated that you got all dolled up for nothing.  

The formfitting dress in your favorite color was brand new and you spent countless hours taming your natural hair into a new hairstyle to compliment your outfit.  

Your curls were defined and voluminous framing your face and pretty jewelry adorned your skin helped complete the look.  

Just thinking about the time and energy you wasted for this failure of a date made you tear up until you remembered your mascara was not waterproof. You refused to let your emotions get the better of you in public. It was already humiliating enough and a gorgeous blonde two tables away kept rubbing in your embarrassment with her sharp red lips curling into a smirk every time she laughed. 

You would bet a penny she was a true mean girl back in high school.  

You didn’t want to wallow in this misery any longer. Joker was obviously not coming, so it was time for you to leave.  

Maybe on the way home you could pick up some ice cream and perform some self-care to restore your mood. A nice warm bath with candles and a good playlist in the background would clear up the disappointment you felt.  

Oh, but leaving would take a herculean effort. You would have to put on a brave face and walk out with the entire restaurant staring at you. Alone.  

The things Joker put you through.  

You cleared your throat and plastered a fake confident smile on your face to flag down the waiter. She was already on standby. Bless her. She kept your glass following throughout the night and she didn’t judge you with each basket of bread delivered to your table. 

She been in the industry long enough to know you were stood up. It broke her heart to see you, a beautiful woman, plagued by a man and his ignorance. She and a few other waiters would foot your bill. It was the least they could do to help a fellow sister in need. 

The world needed more girls like her in it. Her supportive smile gave you the energy to stand up tall as you walked out.  

But the second you got into the driver’s seat of your SUV, the floodgates opened with no end in sight. Screw your makeup, you were holding this sob fest in for hours.  

You probably looked a hot mess crying in the car but more than anything, you were mad at Joker for not keeping his promise. Again.  

It wouldn’t be as heartbreaking if this was the first time he left you hanging. Oh no, this was a reoccurring issue.  

You were so tired of being treated like the middle child. Joker needed hear about this. It was his fault you were feeling miserable. 

Deep down, you just wanted to hear his voice. Maybe this was all some big misunderstanding!  

Despite arriving at the restaurant ten minute early, (and triple checking to make sure it was the correct one) perhaps you were in the wrong and not Joker. Any and all excuses floated inside your head to cut Joker some slack. Because if he was truly at fault, then your heart would simply shatter. 

You temporarily stopped the waterworks to find your phone and dial a number you knew by heart. It rang until Joker’s raspy voice reached your ears. “Heyy Bunny. What a uhh unexpected surprise!”  

His words made your heart develop a stress crack. You choked back a sob and Joker instantly heard it. “Bun what’s wrong?” 

“D-Did you forget about tonight?” You glanced out the window as a few cars passed by. 

“Uhhhh.. tonight?” Joker mumbled the word over and over trying to jog his memory.  

You didn’t know if he was making fun of you or if he genuinely couldn’t recall. Either way, you were fed up. “Our date night! The one that you made reservations for!” you sobbed. 

“Oh. That. I err.. lost track of time.” You couldn’t take it anymore. Joker’s nonchalant tone was your tipping point.  

“Light, are ya still there?” He asked when you didn’t reply. When you did, you had plenty to say. 

“Lost track of time? You? Lost track of... please tell me you are joking? I sat at our table for two hours waiting for you! Everyone made fun of me for being stood up while you lost track of time!”  

“Aww don’t cryy! I can be there in—” 

Your tone was sharp and firm, “Don’t bother Joker.” you started the SUV as you put your seatbelt on with your other hand. “I’m going home.”  

There was a brief delay in the phone signal as it connected to the car’s system, but you still heard Joker’s string of no’s. “Let me make it up to ya!”  

He really thought you would give him another chance? Your lips silently recited the apologizes that oozed from Joker’s lips like oil. 

“Tonight was supposed to be you making up for ditching me last week or have you forgotten? Urgh! You keep putting me off J, and it isn’t fair!”  

You pulled the car into drive and exited the car park. Joker hated to hear your accusations, but you were right.  

His line of work had recently picked up and every time he made plans with you, they were delayed or flat out cancelled to make way for something more nefarious.  

He was putting work over you, something he vowed never to do. That did not mean he would tolerate you talking back to him like you were. “Y/n, I am—” 

“Save it Joker! Your apologies mean nothing when your actions don’t follow suit.” He heard your blinker on in the background as he tried to make amends.

It wasn’t good to be driving in your current emotional state and trying to tell you what to do would only stir up more attitude from you. 

It was worth a try. He could deal with a bratty bunny later.  

“Doll, can ya pull over so we can talK about thiss? I can uhh, meet up with ya and we can do something. Just. Us.” 

That was new.  

You pondered the suggestion for a second and began turning onto a deserted backroad. It would take you straight to your apartment in a fraction of the time it would take driving on the highway. “No, Joker, I’m done listening to—” 

The unnatural sound of metal clashing and scraping against metal violently pierced through the phone’s speakers and cut you off mid sentence.  

It twisted loudly, making horrifying cracks and pops that lasted for ages—when it was just a matter of seconds. Joker’s keen ear knew what was occurring, but it didn’t seem real.  

These things shouldn’t happen to his Light. Joker made sure your vehicle was military grade. Nothing should have been able to topple it over, much less allow it to roll twice. He just sat helplessly, listening to the impossible unfold.  

As the metal settled, the phone called continued in eerie silence. Then he waited and waited, hoping this to be nothing but a dream.  

Maybe it was another car and you were stunned into silence. The only downside, he couldn’t hear you breathing.  

“Bunny. B-Bun? No… m-my Light? Y/n?” 

Joker used every nickname he had for you but none provoked a response. So, Joker flat out started to beg. “Y/n.. please..  

His pleas died out the moment he heard a new sound. Footsteps on broken glass. Two sets at that which were approaching to wherever your phone was tossed.  

“F__k, did you have to ram her so hard? The boss wants her alive remember? See, she’s unconscious!” A gruff voice said.  

Joker honed in on the voice like a bloodhound and narrowed his eyes when another person spoke up with a much thicker Gotham accent.  

“Even better for us. Grab her feet, I’ll get her shoulders. N’hurry up before someone comes.” 

“Don’t rush me! Agh, I can’t get a good grip, she’s all bloody!” 

Joker’s heart plummeted to his stomach. You were more injured that he thought. His mind already started to visualize the worst scenario imaginable.  

The two men continued to bicker although Joker tuned out their useless chatter. He didn’t want to believe what he just heard.  

Two men deliberately rammed you off the road. Gotham City was vast and Joker had many enemies both local and abroad. Narrowing down exactly who did this would be impossible, although he had a clue who the culprit was.  

Joker was still in lala land when Frost cleared his throat.  

He didn’t care about J taking a call during the meeting, but he could tell something wasn’t right. Joker had frozen up like a statue halfway through and it took Frost kicking J’s chair to snap the clown out of whatever rabbit hole he fell in.  

Before Frost could speak, J beat him to it. “Track B’s car. I need a location, now.”  

The room went silent at the shaky tone Joker used. He could care less about showing weakness in front of his men. He would worry about optics later.  

Right now, you were the only constant on his mind.  

Frost didn’t ask for context; he did what he was told and seconds later, he voiced his findings to the room.

“That’s weird.” He tapped the keyboard again to get more accurate data. “It's on the stretch of Kane St, idle and with the engine off.” 

He looked up into the turbulent waves that made up Joker’s eyes. No words were needed. This was a full-on Nightfall procedure. You were in danger.  

Frost hoped that whoever hurt you had enjoyed their life because the wrath of Joker was coming to reap their soul.  

Not a word was spoken when the four men arrived at the scene.  

All that was left of your vehicle was a mangled wreckage still smoldering in the dead of night. Frost sought out to find any evidence while Neo and Mac took pictures. Joker was like a ghost watching it all unfold.  

He found one of your shoes lying nearby and picked it up with shaky hands.  

It was new with hardly any scuff marks on its lacquered surface despite the crash. He could only imagine the outfit you paired with the designer heel.  

That thought racked him with guilt.  

If only he made time to see you tonight and shielded you from this avoidable fate.  

How could he blow off something so precious as spending time with his Light? Work was never more important than you and Joker was faced with the consequences of not cherishing you while he had the chance.  

He had to get you back and treat you like the goddess you were.  

“Hey Boss, we found something!”  

Joker snapped himself out of his thoughts and walked over to Mac who was holding up something. A hastily written note signed off by Two Face’s gang logo. Joker was right to assume the former attorney had a hand in this.  

“Its Two Face. When do you want to retaliate, Boss?” Neo asked.  

All four men shared a look. What a loaded question. They would act now and show no mercy. Each of them would do whatever it took to get you back safe and sound.  

You woke up with a splitting headache and parched throat. Oh, and you were tied up in some dingy room.  

Honestly, you had to stop winding up in these types of situations. Ever since Joker entered your life, being kidnapped was always a possibility you had to consider occurring.  

Today just happened to be your unlucky day.  

Calming down your heart rate and taking in your surroundings took a bit of effort. It hurt to move your head, and you grumbled under your breath while trying to blink away the unwanted inertia. 

Someone was smart enough to keep you lying down, but you couldn’t move your arms or legs. Not like you wanted to. 

You were still coming to when a presence made themselves known with their loud voice. It made your head pound even worse.  

“Good, good! You’re finally awake. You are very hard to get a hold of, my dear. Always protected. Never alone..”  

You managed to turn your head enough to see Harvey Dent pacing the room, talking to himself. His alter ego, Two Face was currently talking and you heard the not so pleasant choice of words he used regarding you.  

He had quite the colorful vocabulary and it was obvious out of the two men who held a grudge against you. When he noticed your curious eyes on him, he smiled wide.  

Even his voice changed with the change in personalities.

This one was gravelly to match Dent’s grotesque burned face. “I’ve been dying to prosecute you in the court of law.” 

You did not have the mental capacity to argue with a schizophrenic psychopath. All your energy was spent on closing your eyes to block out the headache wreaking havoc on your skull. You didn’t care if you were being rude.  

It was rude to crash into people’s cars and forcibly take them to undisclosed locations so... You were matching Dent’s energy.  

‘Not today, Satan. Not today’ you mentally said.  

Or perhaps you said it aloud since you heard Harvey’s aggravated shouts followed by something being knocked over and breaking.

It seemed that even grown men could throw temper tantrums. That was not your problem. Your problem was trying to stay awake.

You were beginning to suspect you had a concussion, or worse, some kind of neck injury. The last thing you were going to receive was medical attention, so lying still was your best bet until help arrived.  

That thought put a frown on your face. You could not rely on Joker nowadays. 

Would he even notice that you were gone? You abruptly hung up the phone mid argument; he probably disregarded you and became distracted by something more important.  

A time ago, you were the only thing important to Joker. Everything else was secondary. My, have things changed.  

Now you wished that Joker would become the possessive lover you knew him to be and come save you.  

You were certain that he placed a tracker in your lighthouse necklace.. the one you removed since it clashed with your outfit for the night.  

Great. The one time you took it off!  

You felt like such an idiot despite all of this being Joker’s fault. If only he cared more, he would’ve been with you tonight to avoid this. Now you were at the mercy of Two Face and whatever motive he made up to justify abducting you.  

There was nothing you could do to escape your current predicament.  

You were just upset and disappointed in Joker, and with that, you let a single tear slip down your cheek as you fell unconscious.  

The next time you came to, you didn’t bother opening your eyes. You just groaned in defeat and let whoever pick you up and carry you off. And that was probably for the best.  

Unbeknownst to you, it was a literal war zone.  

If you did in fact open your eyes, the carnage that Joker created to rescue you, would have scared you back to sleep. You would declare Joker a monster after seeing just how far he would go for his Bunny.  

Any other day he would deny his true nature, all for the sake of being worthy enough to bask in your light. Tonight, he had no such compulsion. 

He had no shame in carrying his Light while being drenched in blood. He was a fallen angel personified.  

Even as Joker rounded a corner to leave, he helped a man take their last breath by lodging a bullet between their eyes. Quick and efficient, the punishment did not befit the crime of touching what Joker considered as his.  

The two men who initially rammed you off the road got off lucky.  

Joker struck a one-time deal with the Penguin to use the massive great white shark the Englishman kept locked up in a tank underneath the Iceberg Lounge. It was a natural garbage disposal and Joker had two pieces of trash he wanted to get rid of.  

Joker thought being fed to sharks was tame compared to the ideas still swimming in his head.  

His dark smile sent shivers down the backs of his own men and they wisely avoided their eyes as Joker passed. No one was safe from the murderous gleam in J’s eyes.  

That is, all but one. You.  

He was a completely different person tonight. The slaughter was personal, the attacks more brutal and practically inhumane, and it was all done to avenge his goddess.  

Joker was out for blood, and he most certainly collected it.  

He held your slumbering body close as he ordered Mac to detonate the bomb and reduce the building to rubble. If anyone was lucky enough to escape Joker’s initial siege into the building, there was no hope of survival now.  

Just the way he planned it.  

A shame Harvey got an anonymous tip and fled before Joker arrived. J would have loved to see the other side of Dent’s face burn to a crisp for touching his Light.  

Speaking of. Joker’s haunting green eyes looked away from the blazing inferno and down at his sleeping beauty.  

There were minor cuts and bruising forming from being caught up in your car crash, yet he was more worried about the dried blood ruining your once pristine hair.  

Your beautiful features were marred by pain that Joker could have prevented. You needed medical attention and some good old-fashioned love and affection.  

And just like that, all of Joker’s bloodlust was extinguished to devote his attention onto you.  

He had weeks of apologizing to do to earn your trust and love back, but for now, he needed you back in good health.  

Joker softly kissed your forehead and let his goons drive him to the nearest safe house where Sarai would have a look at you.  

It was high time that Joker re-appointed you back as the most important thing in his life, and it started with showing that he cared about you and only you.  

It’s not fair that Joker knows your birthday while you are clueless to his.

You understand that he’s a very mysterious person and disclosing his date of birth would breach his top secret identity but you’re his girl. You deserve to know!

It’s not like you’re gonna broadcast it to the world, you just wanna know so you can celebrate it in private 😞

You don’t know how old Joker is or anything. What if there’s a sizable age gap in the relationship? Now you're even more curious. What if he’s younger than you?! You need to knoooooow!

Whenever you ask about his age, he sends you a death glare and grumbles to himself. Clearly his age is a sensitive topic.

Since Joker won’t tell you anything, you ask Frost hoping that he’ll spill the beans. Surely he knows!

The two men are so close, if you play your cards right, you can get Frost to fess up and then you can start planning a birthday bash for J!

Only Frost doesn’t cooperate either! You don’t know if he’s sworn to secrecy or he simply doesn’t know the answer; Frost ain’t talking.

You don’t understand all the secrecy! You just wanna know the day. Joker deserves all the love in the world and his birthday is the perfect way to celebrate him.

Everyone looks forward to their birthday, why doesn’t Joker? 🤔

You question if he had a traumatic childhood (which is 200% possible 👀) or maybe he’s just a Debbie Downer and doesn’t like parties.

You’ve been with Joker long enough to know that he loves a good party so that theory is out. You turn your focus elsewhere to get an answer.

The year passes and it makes you sad that Joker doesn’t bother to celebrate his birthday.

Did he forget the date? Does he really not know?!How does someone forget their own birthday?!

The possibilities are endless and you’re left with no choice but to select a day at random to surprise him.

You think long and hard and finally settle on a date. It holds meaning for the both of you and far off to give you ample time to prepare.

You are going all out for Joker’s birthday whether he likes it or not.

Joker doesn't understand why his Bunny randomly pitched an attitude and demanded that he get out.

You were perfectly fine the night before, you just woke up in a bad mood and told him to leave. Eventually he does, but Joker can't help but think he did something wrong to upset his girl.

The entire day he's thinking of anything he might’ve said (or did) to get on your bad side. Little does he know, you are finalizing your plans and need him gone in order to complete his birthday surprise.

You have absolutely no idea what theme Joker will like, so you stick to an all black color scheme and bake all his favorite sweets to pacify him.

Joker has a notorious sweet tooth and you capitalize on that fact. His favorite cake, tiny chocolate bars, various cookies, and etc. are laid out on your fanciest glass platters and serving trays.

You really go all out with the decorations and they reach all the way up to your high valued ceilings.

The theme is gothic chic just in case Joker doesn't appreciate the joyful atmosphere that is usually associate with birthdays.

If you had it your way there would be an explosion of color. You know Joker would instantly hate that.

The last thing you wanted was to disappoint Joker and turn him away from ever celebrating his birthday again.

You were taking a huge risk doing this and there was no room for failure no matter how small.

You finished plugging in the neon 'happy birthday' sign when you heard a key turning in the front door. You knew Joker just couldn't stay away. He thought you were mad at him but it was only a ruse to get him out of the penthouse.

The second Joker stepped into the foyer, the apology speech he had prepared, dissolved after seeing the sea of black balloons ahead of him.

"Uhhh... Bunny?" He hesitantly stepped forward into the living room. "Did someone die?"

His confusion only grew when you rounded the corner holding a lit cake. It was his favorite with fresh berries piled on top. He was looking forward to devouring that but still. Nothing made any sense. What was the occasion?

"Sugar, why is the cake on fire?"

You rolled your eyes and set the cake down on its pedestal. Joker raised an eyebrow, since you still didn't give him any clues as to what was going on—until you started singing happy birthday.

Oh.

The pieces finally clicked together. "Why are you—”

"Happy birthday to Joker.." You winked at the dumbfounded clown, "Happy birthday to you! Yay! Now hurry and blow the candles out!!" You urged him.

Joker sighed at the absurdity of it all but heeded your request. He blew the green and purple candles out while you cheered him on.

"Now, explain what's uh, going on here?"

You ignored J's question to pick up a present, one out of the many neatly wrapped boxes stacked in a pile. "Here!! Open this one first!"

He took it from your hands and set it down. "Bunny. What. Are. You. Doing?"

You knew that tone. Joker wasn't amused and wanted answers. You pouted knowing that the jig was up.

"I wanted to celebrate your birthday since you never told me the date. So... um happy birthday?"

Joker scoffed at the notion, "Its our anniversary. Not my birthday, doll."

You tried not to get emotional after learning that he remembered the date. Joker was secretly a romantic after all.

"W-Well you wouldn’t tell me when you were born so I had to get creative! It’s fine or whatever. I baked a lot of sweets so enjoy that I guess."

You tried to flee the scene but Joker grabbed you and held you to his chest. His content sigh left goosebumps on your neck as he rocked you gently in place.

“Thanks doll. I uh, app-re-ci-ate it.”

“You still won’t tell me when’s your birthday?” You grumbled.

“NoPe.”

Joker does not get sick. He is far too busy to be bogged down with such a trivial thing as germs. Who do they think they are anyway?

Sure he's not superhuman but you would think all that time spent messing with chemicals and stuff would make him immune?

NOPE! Baby boy gets hit with the common cold and he’s out for weeks. It’s almost funny if not for the fact that Joker fighting for his life.

If only Batman knew a common cold could have J waving a white flag. 🥴

Unlike you Joker accepts rather quickly that he's sick and needs to sit his butt down somewhere.

That doesn't mean that decision is instantaneous. He ignores minor symptoms too. 🙄🙄

Like an itchy throat, watery eyes, a splitting headache. HE'S FINE. Joker powers through as if nothing is wrong. 👀 (sound familiar?)

Frost is the first to raise an eyebrow as the days progress and Joker doesn’t improve. He hints that J might be coming down with something only to be ignored. Frost tried to warn him.. 🤦🏾‍♀️

Just imagine Joker hosting a meeting like mid theatric speech and suddenly.. he sneezes.

Mac secretly took a video to send to you later because Joker looked too cute!

Joker and just about everyone in attendance was shocked at the comical (and adorable) sneeze that comes out this scary man.

👁️ 👄 👁️ them goons were shooketh girl lol

Joker threatens to murder anyone if they laugh but a snicker does escape when J sneezes again and almost bangs his head against the table (I'm fighting back tears anon! 🤣)

One glance at Frost has the meeting adjourned because they gotta drop Joker off at your place. He can't terrorize Gotham City like this!

That poor baby is a mess! Joker is sweating through his greasepaint, his nose is running like Usain Bolt, and he swears that Bane is punching him in the head. 😀 yup he’s sick.

It's time to go when Joker passes out in front of Frost, Mac, and Neo after one sneeze too many.

There's only one person they trust to look after Joker. Are you up for the challenge?

Frost is a big guy, but even he is struggling to carry Joker into your apartment. He called earlier explaining that Joker wasn't feeling too well so you left the front door unlocked.

You thought that meant Joker got hurt while out being a menace to society. That you could deal with. Some bandaids and a proper scolding, always did the trick.

You weren’t expecting Frost to dump your semi-unconscious lover onto your couch like a sack of potatoes. Joker looks almost unrecognizable and you fear the worst seeing how weak he is.

His hooded eyes take you in and a groggy, "Bunny.... I'm dying!" escapes his lips before you lock eyes with Frost.

"He has a cold."

😀 Lawd help us. If you thought Joker was a drama queen before Chile.. This grown man acts like a child staying home from school with pneumonia rather than a cold.

J has transformed himself into a blanket burrito with only his freckled face exposed. And he look so pitiful.

He can't breathe out of his nose anymore which has turned scarlet red since he doesn't use the tissues you bought him, (you yell at him to stop using his sleeves!) and he takes random naps as his immune system tries to fight off this infection. It’s doing a terrible job.

A common cold last a few days at most. A full week and a half later, and Joker is still in the trenches.

This is when you start to worry and take his illness more seriously.

Feed a cold, starve a fever so you work overtime to nurse your man back to health. You prepare the best homemade soups, arrange all the tv marathons J could ever want, you even sneak him medicine with tried and true motherly tactics.

J refused to take medicine so you cave and buy him jello, applesauce, pudding etc. as a compromise.

Little does he know, you crushed the pills inside 🤫 In short, you watch over Joker like a hawk.

He orders you to stay away stating, 'he doesn't want his Bunny getting sick' but in the same breath, he makes you cuddle with him on the couch. J falls asleep using you as his personal teddy bear and you are totally okay with that.

Anything to help him sleep and recover faster.

The worst phase comes along when you wrestle out of Joker’s arms to grab the thermometer, and his voice stops you in your tracks.

"Ma? Is... is that you?"

Joker is delirious and you shouldn't take advantage of him when he's so out of it but what's the harm in feeding into his delulu? Its not like he'll remember anyway..

You weakly smile and reply. "Hush baby, I'll be right back."

J begins another coughing fit and has air remaining to steal yours with a single sentence. "No, I don't wanna be alone."

He sounds so weak, like a child confessing their worst fears to an adult. What kind of person can ignore a plea like that? You can't that’s for sure.

You’ll check his temperature later. Right now, Joker needs you. You crawl back into Joker's arms and he immediately wraps them around you.

"Don't... l-leave." His voice is breaking your heart, he sounds so scared!

You smooth J’s hair away to cup his face. You washed away all the harsh makeup and sweat days ago so you’re free to admire his natural beauty in all its glory.

Even fighting a cold, he's so handsome looking up at you with those glassy eyes of his. You doubt he recognizes you right now. Only you are allowed to see Joker so vulnerable.

Only you can take care of him and it’s an honor you’ll never take for granted.

"I’m not going anywhere." You promise.

You’re one of the most sought-after fashion designers on the eastern seaboard. Stationed in Gotham City, you had an ample amount of inspiration and resources around you, as well as enough clientele to stay successful.  

From high-ranking officials wanting a bespoke design to celebrities wanting the latest trends. An average citizen could even get their clothes tailored; you accepted all.  

It was your slogan and you priced by the job, not by a standard rate, that in turn set yourself apart from your more commercial competition.  

In the years that you took over the family business, you never had any problems. Sure you worked for the many criminals of Gotham City; however, money was money and they tipped handsomely for discretion.  

And speaking of secrecy; your top client was The Joker himself.  

It was an odd arrangement, creating bespoke suits for the Clown, yet you enjoyed the rare opportunity to design outside the traditional norm. Joker was beyond eccentric, selecting fabrics and swatches that (in common use) should have never been paired together. However, Joker made it work.  

He adopted the motif of purple and green and made it a requirement in all his pieces. You went a step further to introduce other bold choices that paired beautifully with his brand. He loved your creative style and quickly appointed you to be his sole designer.  

No one else on your team was allowed to work on his clothes. Just you and that exclusiveness came at a price.  

Joker loved more than just your work.  

One night at a routine fitting, he leaned down and kissed your cheek. At first you were petrified, but you found yourself smitten with the dark clown upon second thought. There was something about him that you admired.  

After that night, Joker became more casual around you. He threatened you less and socialized more, giving you a taste of what a normal Joker could be like. It became less about his suits and more about you.   

You were enamored by his theatric personality and lack of social decorum. He would often invade your personal space and ask personal questions that made you react like a schoolgirl.  

New thread, flowers, chocolates, and yards of imported silks soon arrived thereafter, and you were hesitant to accept them, not knowing what Joker wanted in return. You already made his clothes untraceable should he ever be captured. What more could he want? 

He made that abundantly clear when he commissioned a new suit and gave you free creative reign.  

“Design it how-eh-ver you want Y/n. I wanna see what ya come up with. Just uhhh, don’t fail me.”  

It sounded like a warning to you.  

Don’t fail him yet he didn’t pick out a single inch of fabric! You were left with just his measures and the order to make a suit. Joker was the ficklest client you had. If a stitch was off by a centimeter, he wouldn’t wear the garment and blood would be spilt.  

One time, you didn’t smooth his leather gloves out enough and the next day there was a box delivered to your door. “Do better.” An attached note read.  

You screamed seeing the pair of gloves on someone’s detached hands. You learned never to make a mistake, no matter how minuscule, for Joker.  

Failure was not an option, so you put your all into making this new suit perfect.  

You used the best materials, the finest you had, and gave this design your all. It took almost two months in which Joker did not show for a single fitting. You feared that it wouldn’t fit, that he would hate it and finally do you in, but the day finally came when he stopped by.  

The final ensemble was locked in your office, away from prying eyes, but Joker let himself in anyways.  

You were startled to find him already inside admiring your work when you came back from a supply run. “Geez, you scared me! How did you..?” 

Joker ignored your question and circled the mannequin, lost in thought. He didn’t know what to expect when he asked you for a new suit. Maybe another copy of his signature purple or a replica of his lesser wears. He wasn’t prepared to see this.  

You went all out with a dark plum suit, matching gloves, and an oversized cloak to play up his mastery at stealth. You left exposed stitching to highlight the gold thread used and the pattern itself was a work of art.  

It looked luxurious and yet approachable to wear. Joker was already unbuttoning his current dress shirt when he spoke, “I wanna try iT on.” 

His dark green eyes glared at you frozen in the doorway. “Now.” 

“O-Oh! Yes! Lemme me help.” You threw all your stuff down on your desk and helped Joker strip. No matter how many times he did so, you became flustered seeing his battle worn skin.  

Only you got the pleasure of seeing The Joker so bare. At least you hoped you were the rare exception.  

What if he was already spoken for? Your heart tightened at the mere thought.  

Your nerves made the task of undressing a bit awkward, but Joker didn’t mind. He enjoyed watching you skitter around like a frightened bunny. He intimidated you; yet he could see your curious eyes taking him in all the same. You liked what you saw.  

Your small hands smoothed down the fabric as each layer was applied. Slowly but surely, you put the full outfit together right before his eyes.  

Joker could see your hard work with every motion. The thread was aesthetically pleasing yet durable enough to withstand the constant strain he put on his suits. He could roll his shoulder and probably do a high kick in confidence that nothing would tear.  

Despite it being a three-piece suit, it wasn’t heavy in the slightest nor was it hot despite the rich fabric you used. You catered to Joker’s every unspoken need almost instinctively.  

You didn’t seem to understand the full meaning of this assignment as you smoothed out a lapel on his chest. “There. A perfect fit.”  

Perfect indeed. Joker was quiet as he watched you critique and make small adjustment marking with your tailor chalk but in his eyes, there was nothing to fix. You created a suit out of pure imagination and exceeded his expectations.  

He was in awe of your craft. You passed his test and now it was time to reward you for it.  

“Y/n. Uh don’t worry about the tiny details... I’m wearing this tonight.”  

He nodded to his reflection in the mirror and proceeded to don the matching gloves. Ah, you got them perfect and even added soft cotton at the fingertips. You were so thoughtful; it was almost sickening.  

“W-What? You want to wear this t-tonight? But I need to take the hip in a little and press it more and—” 

You were caught off guard by Joker spinning around and kissing you senseless. His gloved hands dug into your hair while his tongue invaded your mouth and staked his claim on it. He was demanding and passionate—an overwhelming cocktail of bliss. You were reduced to mush before you realized what was going on.  

Joker ended the kiss with a slight nibble to your lower lip before he pulled away. He found your pupils in the shape of hearts as you struggled to reboot.  

He saved you the trouble of thinking. “Alllll I hear is excuses doll. Wipe off this ah, chalk, so I can be on my way. I got a city to burn.”  

How was he so calm after a kiss like that? You envied him.  

“R-Right...” You began wiping off the markings in a daze. No doubt you had a dopey smile on your face and flushed features. It was too much to process. Joker kissed you!!  

Somehow you finished up and Joker stepped down from the fitting podium. He smacked his lips together as he fiddled with his custom grenade cuff links. You seriously thought of every little detail for this suit. 

He looked up and spotted you playing with your lips. Did he steal your breath that much? Or perhaps his favorite designer was touched starved.

Either way, it was cute to see you so affected by a mere kiss. You’d lose your mind if you knew what else he wanted to do to you.   

“How much doll?” Joker asked. He swatted your hand away from your lips. Then he had your full attention. “How. Much?”  

He modeled the suit for you with funny poses. He wore it well and you smiled seeing your work on full display.  

“I’ll send the invoice to your bookkeeper. Um.. do you need anything else?”  

You didn’t know what you were asking him. Granted that you weren’t thinking clearly right now and Joker must’ve noticed.  

He slowly backed you straight into your work area causing various tools to fall to the floor. In that moment it dawned on you that you were alone with The Joker in your private office. If he did anything, no one would notice until Monday morning.  

You were at the mercy of a madman.  

Joker’s green eyes glowed with something toxic although he was careful to keep you out of harm’s way. He still had use of you, and it didn’t involve clothing.  

His index finger held your chin up. “S’not what I asked ya Y/n.” 

Numbers seemed to fail you. Time slowed to a standstill as you and Joker breathed in the same humid air. You could taste the tension brewing as he awaited a response. It was a tie in what would suffocate you the fastest, Joker or his overwhelming aura.  

Thankfully you were spared by his phone ringing in his old suit.  

The shrill noise abruptly ending the heavy scene unfolding between the two of you. You collapsed onto your work bench whereas Joker grumbled as he retrieved his cell. All you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears.  

You were brought you out of your state by the flutter of Joker’s cloak behind pulled off the mannequin. He was dressing to leave.  

Words failed you but that did little to stop Joker from heading towards the exit. The small bell chimed sweetly as he opened the door. “Thanks for the suit doll. I’ll stop by with your uhh.. pay-menT soon.”  

And again, you were alone in your office with a head full of thoughts.  

You pulled off the impossible and created a magnificent suit although you had the impression that Joker wouldn’t be ordering a new suit the next time the two of you would meet. 

Joker was proud of all the suits that you made for him. They were works of art with a lifespan of ten years if not more given how you meticulously repaired any snag or other issue he brought to your attention.  

This latest suit was by far his favorite simply because you created it from scratch without any visual guides. It represented exactly how you viewed The Joker. 

He felt regal walking the streets of Gotham in his new threads.  

Every stride was done with confidence and as a result, his goons did double takes after seeing the detail etched into their Boss’s suit.  

Joker knew you were a perfectionist, but this had to be your best work ever. J could feel the care that went into each modification you added. You created a pocket the exact dimensions of his Swiss knife for easy access and another for his pocket watch.  

Only someone destined to be his would have such insight. He vowed to have you as his own—somehow. He would make it possible.  

 A sudden uptick of force sent shovels of dirt flying into the air and straight onto Joker. He stayed composed despite the anger boiling inside.  

It probably wasn’t the best idea to wear his brand-new suit to a grave, but work was work, as messy as it was.  

Joker didn’t think his goons would be so incompetent to toss (accidental or not) dirt onto him. He turned to glare at the idiot who earned themselves a death wish.  

Ironic how they were digging a hole for a body that they would join after Joker was done doling out punishment.  

“My doll jusT made this suit and you. You youuuuu... just had to ruin it!”  

The other goons stopped working to watch their coworker being drilled by the Boss. It was only a matter of time that a new body winded up in the freshly dug hole.  

Joker knew he was overreacting, but he did take pride in your work and getting it dirty was just unacceptable.  

He knew you could get it cleaned. That wasn’t the point. You spent months making it only for this piece of trash to go and ruin it in a fraction of time. Not even an hour had passed since he got it and there was a muddy stain on his shirt.  

Joker didn’t blink as he shot the idiot and watched the body slump into the ground.  

Then his focus turned to his slacking henchmen. “Well, do ya wanna join ‘em? Keep digging! I need to make a phone call.” 

He had to ask if you did dry cleaning in house or contracted. He didn’t trust anyone but you to touch his suits after all.  

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.  

This could go one or two ways. Either you catch Joker in a bad mood and he gives you The Look™ that's when you stop, back away, and run to the your room. Don't mess with that man when he's unpredictable, just don't.

But if you do happen to catch Joker in a good mood then huzzah! Joker will be wholly unprepared. However there's still a problem! Its all about finding the right time to do it that's tricky.

If you pull said stunt at home, it'll just lead to Joker picking you up and having his way with you. All you can do is squeal and kick your feet, after being tossed over his shoulders. There are consequences to your silly little stunts. Not like you're complaining

But that's considering he has time to spare. If you wait till Joker is ready to leave (to terrorize Gotham City no doubt) and hook your finger into his belt to tug him close, he'll allow it— but there's a deep, ominous growl that escapes him while you do it.

It spells nothing but trouble and you should be scared... but your panties are instantly wet from hearing it. And it goes something like this

"Mmm, Bunny... you're ahhh playing a dangerous game there."

His eyes fluttered shut the second your hands touched him but they soon open, giving you a clear view to the fire within.

You know Joker is rushing to a last minute heist. He has no time to spare but you and your little antics... he can’t help but to stick around.

You bat your eyelashes and tug him more closer so his chest bumps into yours. He had you cornered— your back to the front door but there's no other place you'd rather be. With your fingers toying with his belt, it’s you that has him cornered.

"I didn't get my goodbye kiss, J." You pout. You can tell he's listening but his fiery gaze is burning holes into your lips.

You’re wearing that lip balm he loves so much. It made your lips so glossy and feel incredible. And don't get him started on the taste...

You know you're a vixen and your widening smile confirms it. "Well?"

"Well whaT?" Joker fired right back. He had a few minutes to spare, but after that, he really needed to go.

It’s time to go big or go home.

"Either you be late to the robbery orrrr...." You stood on your tippy toes to brush your lips against Joker's in a phantom kiss, "You give me what I want, Daddy."

It took seconds for Joker to react. That title was the match to his gasoline tank every time.

He made you swallow his groan as your lips finally met his in a dance of old. For a split second you were weightless until your back slammed into the door and Joker's hands slid down to your waist to hold you steady.

Hands roamed wildly to claw at clothes but in the end, there was no time for what you and Joker truly desired.

He ripped himself away, panting heavily and you weren't any better. Your head was swimming and no doubt, a doepy smile was plastered on your face.

Joker considered staying here with you but business came first. He planned this heist for too long to bail out now.

Joker sat you back down on your feet and set about righting his clothes the best he could.

You took pride in shaking up a man like Joker. He looked frazzled and his hazy green eyes quickly found your e/c ones.

He shook his head, "This isn't over, Princess. When I get back—"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna get it. I’ve heard it before. Have fun causing mayhem. Don't get caught." You stepped aside so Joker could finally walk out the door, but not before playfully smacking his butt.

Thankfully the door slammed closed before he could grab ahold of you.

You were so gonna get it later.

The moonlight pouring from the living room window was the only source of light therein and it wasn't nearly enough for you to see clearly.

You knew the layout of your home like the back of your hand but Joker still managed to catch you off guard when he pushed you up against a decorative table in the entry room. It banged roughly against the wall as your weight was settled down on it. "Joker, wait! Let me turn a light on!"

Not like he paid you any attention. He was already on his knees and pushing your dress out of his way, "Don't need it."

He was on a mission and you were distracting him from carrying it out.

Joker didn't need a light when he already memorized every inch of your body. It was child's play for him to find the waistband of your underwear and tug it down with his teeth. He shifted you a bit to remove them and it forced you to scramble to adjust your balance, less you fall off the table. You let him toss your legs over his shoulders and he stopped to kiss your heel clad ankles as he scrambled to take them off.

Your only warning was a puff of air between your thighs before Joker got to work. Your head fell back as the first swipe of Joker's tongue came in contact with your pussy.

How did he go a week without this bliss?

Joker groaned as your unique taste burst on his tongue and he ran his hands up along your thighs in gratitude. His fingers sank into your skin and he didn't let go as he drank straight from your well. You should've known that Joker would dive straight in. He was the greediest man you knew.

He always made it his mission to make your pleasure his top priority but tonight, he was completely deranged in his quest. You were already lightheaded from the intense pace that Joker's tongue created. He was acting like a starved man and you could hear each of his desperate swallows echo in the darkness.

His groans sent shivers down your spine and you wanted to grab ahold of his hair but then your sense of balance would be at risk.

The only thing keeping you from tumbling off the table was Joker's strong grip on your waist, however he wanted you to fall. He wanted you to crumble into a thousand tiny pieces so he could reassemble you back together, only to break you all over again. The faces you made in ecstasy were truly divine and he lived to see each one.

Joker poked his head up from the apex of your legs with a large gasp of air. He knew your body well enough to know that you were nearing your peak.

Your short pants of air gradually getting louder, the slight tremors in your thighs, to the way your eyelashes fluttered half mast. Joker knew. And he couldn't wait for you to come undone. But sometimes you needed to be told when to cum.

"Count 'em with me, Bunny. We're breakin' a record tonight." Joker licked his lips and dove back down before you could grasp a single word he said.

It was only when a familiar heat began to bloom from your navel up to the tip of your nose, did you comprehend that Joker expected you to count your orgasms.

You could barely think straight let alone remember how to breathe and he wanted you to keep score? You were already losing your mind at one, how many did he think you could give him?

Almost as if he heard your doubts, Joker increased his intensity and added a finger into the mix. While his tongue flickered on your swollen clit, his middle finger slowly slipped inside your pussy, already on the hunt for your g spot. Even in the darkness he could see you succumbing to pleasure from his ministrations. You were a vision in the throes of passion but he knew you needed a final push over to reach the summit.

The darkness amplified the sound of your wetness in the room as well as the smack of Joker's eager lips as he ate you out. Hearing the lewd act made it ten times hotter. Everything was building up to something grand and the last straw was when Joker carved your name on your clit and punctuated the word with a playful nibble.

The reaction was instantaneous.

You cried out and jerked up into a sitting position. Joker had just enough time to catch you before you fell and hurt yourself. You landed in Joker's lap a pile of fabric and satisfied limbs. He always made you feel good but this was something different. You were shaking like a leaf trying to catch your breath. An aftershock randomly hit you and you whimpered in Joker's hold as the throb of pleasure subsided.

He laughed at your pathetic state knowing there was more to come. "One." J cooed in your ear.

That settled it. This man was trying to ruin you.

It was the only explanation as to why he stood up in one swift motion and headed towards the bedroom. "Who's up for uh, round two?"

Your pussy ached in anticipation. All you could offer him was a meek whimper. Just how many orgasms was Joker planning on wringing out of you tonight? You were putty in his arms after just one, yet you managed to reach up and caress his cheek. "J..."

He didn't break his stride to kiss your palm. You weren't quite sure when Joker took his mask off but you were glad that he did. It was a poorly kept secret that you loved his face– scars and all.

It was a shame that he covered up such a beautiful sight from the world but you loved that he trusted you with his identity. You never had that level of trust with a partner before. It was something you could get addicted to even if you were hesitant to return the favor. Your thumb traced his elongated smile before you slipped it into his mouth. Joker playfully bit the digit before soothing the sting with a lather of his tongue.

You mewled in his arms. "J... I need you."

His pace faltered when he heard your plea. Could you be any more desirable? Your words struck Joker right in the chest. He was glad to know you were desperate just as much as he was.

He almost sabotaged his own plans to ravage you right there on the floor but he mustered up the strength to make it to the bedroom instead. Tonight you deserved all the comforts befitting your new title as his goddess. You would lie on soft linens while Joker claimed you as his. He would make sure of it.

Joker kicked the door open and the guest bedroom was just as the two of you left it.

The curtains were still open, bathing the room with moonlight and the faint neon glow from the Fashion District added an alluring vibe to the room. It jogged Joker's memory back to Morgana and Sarai but it was far too late in the day to worry about them. He ordered Mac to look after them and also to not screw anything up. He'd deal with all of that later.

Right now you needed him and the feeling was mutual.

Joker walked over and laid you face down on the bed. He found your gown's hidden zipper and teased the both of you by dragging it down as slowly as possible. You shivered when the chill of the room greeted your skin. Joker noticed and ran his hands up along your body. His warm calloused hands were the perfect remedy to ward off the cold.

You melted into the sheets but whined when Joker began kissing his way further down your back. He peeled your dress off and the weight of it made a pleasant whoosh when it hit the floor. Neither of you cared about it. You were too busy glancing at J from over your shoulder.

Your e/c eyes made contact with his unnatural green eyes glowing in the dark.

"Get on your back." He whispered.

You nodded and flipped over under Joker's heated gaze. It wasn't fair that you were naked while Joker stood before you fully clothed.

His presence, clad in all black, made you feel so safe– a stark contrast to his usual intimidating appearance. You could trust Joker with your body and after tonight, you hoped there would be no more boundaries between the two of you.

Speaking of boundaries; You wanted to even the odds.

"Take off your clothes." You said.

Even Joker was surprised by your stern voice but did as his goddess demanded. He shrugged off his suit jacket and tie before tossing them somewhere in the room. And because Joker knew you were enjoying the free show, he dragged out every step.

His eyes never broke contact with yours as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Joker heard your breath hitch and smirked as he exposed his abs to your gaze. Joker hid his body underneath dark suits and heavy coats and no one knew his true physique except you. And what a sight he was to behold.

Joker took off his Argyle patterned socks and then kicked his shoes away before grabbing your hand. You looked up and noticed the sultry gleam in his eyes.

"You feel that?" Joker purred. He moved your hand so it dragged from his abs down to his belt. You whined when he let you cup his growing bulge.

You bit your lip and Joker chuckled under his breath.

"Mmm, this is all yours Bunny. Whenever ya need it, it's rightT.. here. All you need to do.. is ask... for... it."

Joker manipulated your grip and gasped at the indirect contact you made. You let him use your hand to touch himself. It was the hottest thing ever. Joker hissed in pleasure when his (your) hand undid his belt and unzipped his fly. The belt chimed in the silent room and you and J watched with bated breaths as the fabric was pushed lower and lower...

You licked your lips in anticipation but he pushed your hand away with a laugh.

"Aht aht aht.. Tonight is about you remember?" He saw your eyes lingering on his dick print and clicked his tongue. "Hey. Don't worry baby doll. You'll get it, I pro~mise. But first..."

Joker pushed your legs apart and sighed at the mess between your thighs. Perfect, you were too perfect. He didn't mean to say that part out loud but he couldn't deny it.

You were still wet and glistening even in the dark. A true beacon to Joker's gaze so he returned to his midnight snack without further ado. Joker felt your hands card through his hair and your harsh tugs made him groan into your pussy, thus adding to your pleasure.

He was far more sloppier this time and barely came up for air in between the greedy laps at your folds and harsh sucks to your clit. If any slick managed to escape down your thighs, Joker quickly licked it up as he coaxed more and more from your body.

You could only grab Joker's hair and writhe on the bed in pleasure. Your brain was struggling to keep up with the passionate assault and your broken attempts saying Joker's name that escaped your lips in the process. You felt him smile on your pussy and oh so gently tongue your entrance before he stuck it inside.

Your back arched clean off the bed but Joker threw his arm over your waist to guide you down flat. And when you fought against his hold, he sank his nails into your hips to keep you still.

The slight sting made you cry out and Joker relished in it. You just had to accept the inevitable. He was never letting you go. And before you knew it, your orgasm was fast approaching.

"J.... Jo- oker! I'm— I-I'm so ohh. I'm gonna.. mmpf!"

You barely understood yourself yet Joker heard your warning loud and clear. You felt him hum in encouragement and each muffled syllable was electric shocks straight to your clit.

Joker pulled back just enough for his words to float into your ears.

"Yeah? Then do iT. Cum all over my face, my Light. C'mon pretty girl, you've been soooo good for me." Joker moaned on your pussy.

It amazed you how J could talk you through it while never missing a beat. His mouth latched back onto your pussy and sucked more and more of your imminent orgasm into his mouth.

"Give it to meeee, yes! I know you need this doll.."

And you did. These past few days you've been through so much, mentally and emotionally.

You unpacked a lot of baggage without an ounce of support to keep you sane. Your stress levels were through the roof and you more than deserved a release.

Luckily, Joker was willing to extract as many as you could offer. Surrendering to Joker was so easy that it should've scared you yet you were past the point of fearing him. You wanted to show Joker your true self. So with a dopey smile on your face, you finally let go. A version of yourself long since repressed, emerged from the surface and took over.

You came on Joker's tongue like a waterfall. Your eyes rolled back and were it not for his hands holding your thighs apart, you might've suffocated him to death. 

However if drowning in your pussy was how Joker died, what a way to go.

Joker glanced up sensing a sudden change in you. You were, dare he say, having fun. There was a bright smile on your face and airy moans were escaping your lips. You weren't just going through the motions, you were enjoying yourself.

He saw you in a completely different light. Sex in the past was absolutely amazing but he could tell you were holding back, whether it be due to your trauma or otherwise– but tonight, you were engaged and participating. You weren't running away and he couldn't be more proud. He wanted to reward you the only way he knew how.

He didn't care if you were still sensitive from coming so hard, you deserved to feel everything he had to give. Joker groaned in delight and sucked harder on your clit as more of your juices trickled out. He swallowed audibly and was flicking his tongue in and out your pussy when you tried to push his head away.

"St...stop, I need a minute." You pleaded.

Joker didn't move an inch. "WhaT did I tell you, Bunny?"

You were a little confused but flushed when Joker's words from before entered your mind. He made a vow at the door and apparently it still applied. 

'When you walk through that door.. You're mine. If it's uh, too much, say the woo~oord and I'll give you more.'

Such a shame you couldn't handle more. Joker shot you a murderous glare when you tried to squirm away but he resumed eating you out with a firm grip on your waist.

He groaned and slapped your hand back that was trying to cover your sex. "Don't you dare take my pussy away, Bunny. Now! I think... I may have lost count. That... was two right? Let's work on the numb-er three shall we?"

He grinned and was moving back down when you sputtered in disbelief. "T-Three? No.. no I can't c-cum again!"

Joker merely arched his brow. As if you had a choice in the matter.

His actions always spoke louder than any words. He retaliated by slapping your pussy. Hard. You screamed as each slap made your cunt squelch and sting from impact. Sadistic Joker was rearing his ugly head. He would wait until you calmed down, only to start right back up with precise, heavy blows to your most sensitive area.

"I'm noT gonna repeat myself doll." He said in a mocking tone.

You shook your head heaving out a wet sob as you felt two more slaps hit your clit. This madness wouldn't end. Could you last a night with Joker in this state? One look into his lust blown eyes gave you an answer.

You didn't have a choice.

You consented the moment you walked into your apartment. Now your fate was sealed. Joker warned you that he wouldn't hold back and he was a man of his word. His middle and ring finger slipping into your sopping wet pussy was your proof. No warning, no nothing; Joker went straight into scissoring your pussy, all with a feral grin on his face.

"That'ssss it my Bunny. Look at you! Hmm, just let it out when it comes. Don't. Fight. It." Joker growled. He watched you grab ahold of his wrist but that did little to stop his assault on your pussy.

Tears were running down your face and you were on the cusp of something magnificent. It felt so good it hurt. A white hot flame threatened to consume you whole if it wasn't purged from your body. You would drive yourself mad to chase after the feeling.

You were on the verge of tumbling over when Joker abruptly stopped. The cease in pleasure made you cry out in agony. It was cruel and very on brand with J's M.O. Your orgasm was stolen right from under you and Joker thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Oh! Oh you poor wittle thing! You thought it would be thaT easy? No. Noooo.. no.. I wanna have some fun too, Princess. Can I have ya?" Joker crawled up your body and you flung your arms around his neck before he got away.

He looked down at your heaving chest and, more importantly, at the necklace he gave you at dinner. You had no plans on taking it off and so it became the only thing remaining on your body. The sight of you lying there naked with only your namesake on meant so much to him. He had to have you.

There was a brief moment of silence as you stared into each other's eyes before gravity brought you and Joker's lips together in a passionate kiss.

It was a bit salty from your tears (and sweet from your juices) but Joker didn't bat an eyelash at the taste. For once your tears didn't bring him pain. He devoured your lips as if it were his final act on Earth.

God, you missed Joker and his infectious kisses. There was something about his scars that made your lips feel alive with desire. The rough ridges magically became smooth and it just drove you wild. But his tongue? The things Joker's tongue could do. He took your breath away every time his lips met yours. Joker broke the kiss to speak and stared deep into your eyes, almost as if in a daze.

"Can I have you Bunny? Prett~ttty please. I-I promise it'll feel soooooo good. Just.. like..."

You moaned at Joker rutting his hips into yours. His dick was hard and heavy grinding up and down your pussy.

You were tight as a drum from your denied orgasm and each rock of his hips bumped against your clit had you ready to snap. It was taking everything you had not to cum from the friction Joker caused and he wasn't too far behind.

His hands slammed into the mattress near your head and your eyes snapped open in shock.

"I want you soo bad Princess. I. Need. You. I wanna hold you d-down and just f__k... I just wanna take what I want. But that's not fair is it? Nooo that's not fair to my little Bunny. You deserve soo.. much.. better. You deserve someone who's gentle n' sweet, n-not a monster who wants to pound you into the mattress till ya forget your own name."

Joker ground against you harder and you watched through teary eyes as his jaw dropped in pleasure. The sound that escaped him was borderline pornographic. You've never seen Joker like this before. He was so open and vocal, almost like an entirely different person was on top of you.

"Ah! I-I'm not gentle Y/n. We both know thaT. Ohhhh but I do know that's what ya want— what you.. uh need. Your pussy needs me to worship it."

Joker lined his cock with your entrance and then his grinding came to a halt.

You opened your eyes and instantly you were caught up in endless forest green. Joker was trembling as he held his weight over you and an unbridled lust was oozing off of him in waves.

His words were a whisper on the wind, dripping with hunger and desperation. "Y/n, please. I'll do whatever you want just.. ahhh s__t. C-can I have you?"

You were absolutely speechless. Joker never said please; you didn't think the word was a part of his dictionary yet he was serious. Joker couldn't stop his soft whimper as he accidentally slipped a little bit inside of you.

Your wetness, a brief sensation of heaven, would be his undoing. He needed you so bad.

The fact that Joker was holding back was admirable. Deep down he wanted to be an animal and ravage you, but he respected you far more than that. He wanted to do right by you in every aspect, not just with sex. Joker was an impatient man but he wouldn't go any further without your verbal consent. You couldn't be more in love with him for it. 

You cupped his cheek and nodded at him to continue. "Just do whatever feels right, J."

Even though Joker got your consent, he still wavered. He stared into your soul to find any trace of fear or hesitation. He had a feeling you still didn't trust him and he didn't know if it was alright to continue.

You couldn't wait anymore so you reached down and guided Joker's cock into your pussy.

Your jaw dropped as each throbbing inch of Joker's dick sank deeper and deeper in your core. You couldn't moan, only gasp for air until he nestled all the way inside with a broken moan of his own.

"You'll be the death of me woman." Joker groaned.

He was not expecting you to literally take matters into your own hands. He needed a minute to adjust to your warmth. You just felt too good. It had been almost a week since he had you and you were still as tight as ever.

He couldn't describe it but you felt like home. Burrowed deep with your arms and legs wrapped around him, Joker never felt more safe. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck and groaned your name. You clung to his shoulders and listened to every sweet nothing that Joker purred into your ear.

He was shaking and trying his best to stay still so you could adjust to him. The welcomed stretch took the air right out your lungs.

It was just like the first time he took you. You were worried that he wouldn't fit— Joker guaranteed you that he would– and you never wanted him to leave once he bottomed out inside of you. The same could be said today. The overwhelming sensation of being full was all you could think about.

Joker brought you out of your musing with light kisses to your neck. Your necklace shined in the dark and he smiled before kissing your body even more. He was being impossibly sweet, you could barely stand it. Something told you tonight would be life changing.

He raised his head from the crook of your neck, "You okay, Bunny?" J kissed your jaw and hissed when you clenched around him. You were more than ready.

You smiled and stroked his scars with your thumb. He merely arched an eyebrow.  Of course he was getting impatient. Joker managed to wring out two orgasms from you whereas he had yet to cum. It was high time to fix that.

"Yes.. please move."

"As you wish, my Light." Joker shifted his hips and the both of you moaned loudly at his departure. You were aching for his return and voiced your thoughts aloud.

"Shh shhh.. I know. I know. You can have it back. Shhh, here you go Bunny. Take ittttt." Joker grunted.

He let the first few thrusts fan the flames as he gradually built up to a viscous pace. Each thrust cut off the sultry moans in your throat and you were clawing at his back in record time. Joker simply laughed as he pounded you into the mattress just the way he described.

However, it wasn't just a mindless f__k. Underneath his deep strokes and primal grunts, you felt traces of desperation and longing. Joker had a look of concentration etched on his brow and his lips parted as he scanned your features in awe. You were a goddess splayed out beneath him and he was the luckiest man on Earth to have you.

You had a sudden urge to open your eyes and you were so glad that you did. There in the darkness, Joker's unnaturally green eyes glowed, forever fixated on you.

"You drive me insane-rrr, you know that? I d-don't.. ngh I don't know what to do anymore! You are all I think about. I'm obsessed with you. I can't.. think when you're not around... f__k, and when you are?" J paused to help you wrap your legs around his waist better.

The new angle had his dick bumping against your g spot in the best way and you moaned out your gratitude. Joker's full body shiver was mesmerizing to watch and yet his hips didn't falter in the slightest.

"Oh s__t just like thaT, Princess. F__k, what have you.. done to meeee? I wanna give you the world. I'll burn it to ashes if ya ask me to." He gripped your thigh and slowed down to teeth rattling pumps.

It was then that you locked eyes with him and never looked away.

"Y-You're all I wanna think about. My Light. My f__king goddess, so tight 'n all mine. I want you to be mine, Y/n. I wanna be that.. that uhh—" Joker chuckled darkly, "Can't even think straight, your pussy is squeezin' me so d__n good."

As if prompted to, your inner walls clenched around Joker who then hissed in pleasure. "My poinT." He gritted his teeth more.

"I'm sorry, J! You f-f-eel so good!"

He barked out a laugh, "Never apologize for that Bunny.  Now... where was I? Ahhh, y-you're the only one who knows me. My flaws, my weaknesses... you're my weakness baby doll."

He searched your eyes, hoping you understood what he was saying. They were glazed over in pleasure but you hung onto every word J uttered. It was now or never. He couldn't afford to wait another second. You needed to know before it was too late.

"F__k it, I don't care anymore." J grunted.

You cried out when Joker resumed his brutal pace once more. The wet slap of skin echoed throughout the room but Joker's groans were even louder. It almost prevented you from hearing his next sentence.

Somewhere along the way you and Joker inadvertently agreed that this relationship was only temporary. It started out as a week's promise that magically turned into months; however with three words, Joker flipped your entire world upside down.

Time stopped and all noise ceased to give Joker's hushed declaration center stage.

"Y/n I.. I love you."

He buried his face into the sheets and lost himself to bliss. Your brain registered his words but before you could react, your body proceeded to do a hard shut down. Your third and final orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

Joker gasped as your pussy suddenly clamped up before violently convulsing around his cock. It was the sweetest pain he'd ever known. You were sucking him further in and the sensation proved to be too much to bear. With a broken moan, he finally came deep inside you.

Your nails left angry red marks down Joker's back and all you could do was openly cry as you saw stars. The feeling was different than any other encounter you shared with Joker. You honestly thought you were dying; that or transcending to a different plain.

You couldn't hear a thing and Joker's weight pinning you down to the bed was the only constant grounding you to the present. You hiccupped Joker's name in between futile attempts at responding to his confession, yet it all sounded foreign to him.

He kissed the column of your neck as the last spurts of cum left his cock. None would go to waste, you needed everything he could give you. Slowly but surely, you were coming down from your high.

Joker waited a moment before he rolled over, taking you with him to lie on his chest. He blinked up at the ceiling and caught his breath while rubbing his hands up and down your back.

You flinched when he shifted a bit and caused his softening cock to brush against your sensitive walls. He willed himself not to get worked up again, no matter how good that slight movement felt. He smirked at your low grumble. Somehow he understood that one over all the others.

"I know you're sensitive, Y/n. I uhh feel you... f__k, you feel amazing.. but uh are you okay? I know ya heard me." He tightened his arms around you when he felt you try to roll away.

And here he thought you were done running away at the slightest offense. Wishful thinking on his part.

"Stop that. Look at me." He growled as he tiled your head back towards him. You blessed him with your beauty and Joker's face softened at the sight. He used his thumb to wipe away your tears.

"Did you mean it?" You whispered. You couldn't go any further without knowing and much to your shock, Joker immediately replied.

"Every. Word. I can'T deny it any longer Bunny. It's not fair to me or you. I..." He smirked to himself. "I'm done hiding how much you bewitched me."

You began a study into his eyes, searching, hoping— that all he said was true. Joker was notorious for playing games and pulling elaborate stunts. You wouldn't live with yourself if this was all some secret ploy to screw you over.

Get in, earn your trust, win your heart, only to disappear without a trace.

You read and written many a tales with the same plot and each time you couldn't imagine how the female lead fell for such an act. But as you stared up into Joker's eyes, you could understand how easy it was to fall for such a ruse.

Love made you do stupid things but was it a risk you were willing to take? Could you take a leap of faith here? Could you trust someone again?

Joker was eyeing you with a sense of dread as he saw the wheels in your head turning. He feared you wouldn't believe him and quite honestly, he didn't blame you. He was The Joker. A man sworn off of feelings and love. He never trusted anyone yet here he was doing just that and begging you to love him back. This was too bizarre for you to handle. You wanted to believe Joker so badly but you learned from your past mistakes.

Love and trust were freely given almost as quickly as it was destroyed. You didn't want to get hurt again. You made a promise to yourself that you wouldn't. You just weren't ready yet.

"I..." You didn't have the words and somehow Joker understood your plight. His soft sigh ended your suffering.

"Stop. I don't wanna hear it if it's.. forced." He caressed your cheek with a bittersweet smile.

His gentle touches and heartfelt words hit you straight in the gut. "I'll uhh, wait until you're ready to tell me, mkay?"

You swore your heart skipped a beat. Before you could form a rebuttal, Joker reached back to fluff out a few pillows and dramatically sighed as he fell on them.

"Now! I think someone is a lit-tle worn out. I did take... what? Three orgasms from ya? And I loved every single one. Is my little Bunny tired or do ya wanna shoot for number four?"

Joker cracked up seeing your jaw drop in disbelief. "I'm just kidding doll! Or am I?" He winked at you and flung the bed covers over the two of you.

You were at a loss for words and you tried to speak up but J silenced you with a kiss. He was doing a remarkable job at dodging the elephant in the room. He was changing the subject after you basically rejected him.

"We'll uh clean up in the morning... well.. err later.." Joker corrected himself after glancing at the clock. Your gaze followed his and sure enough, it was well after midnight.

You could definitely use some shut eye after today's events. If he was going to ignore the obvious then so could you. However you couldn't ignore the sticky mess in between your thighs nor the fact that Joker had yet to pull out...

You bit your lip, "Um J? Are you gonna um... you know?" You wiggled your hips and earned yourself a playful swat to your backside.

Joker's giddy laugh answered your question. "Nope! Now go ta sleep." J pushed your head down onto his chest and sleep hit you hard.

You were out before you could pick up what Joker was whispering into the crown of your hair. You wondered what he said as you fell into slumber's sweet embrace.

You were startled awake by the feeling of arms wrapping tight around you. At first you feared the worst, until your mind jogged your memory and brought you up to speed.

You slept with Joker. Correction; you made love with Joker and he....

He said he loved you.

That made you shoot straight up. Surely this was a dream because there was no way this could be real. When you looked down, a gasp escaped you. Joker was sound asleep with not a care to his name. He never looked more peaceful than right now in your bed.

It wasn't too often that you got to see Joker so vulnerable, you felt honored to bear witness to this rare sight. His face was devoid of a frown and made him reassemble a Greek god. His hair was all over the place and covering up the freckles you loved so much, so you took great care to brush it back so you could admire him more fully. Was Joker always this beautiful or was the morning sun just highlighting what was already there?

This was the first time you woke up and Joker was still in bed with you. Did that mean he trusted you enough to let his guard down? Your heart grew heavy knowing you didn't return the sentiment.

What was wrong with you? Joker was nothing like Ty, yet your instincts told you not to trust another so willingly.

It was too soon for you to open up your heart and a part of you feared that you'd never truly trust someone again. Your ex did so much irreversible damage, you stopped trying to be normal.

Your face fell and you set about getting out of bed when a rugged, sleep-filled voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Don't go..."

You didn't know if Joker was sleep talking or just begging outright; either way you couldn't leave him. Not when he was pouting in his sleep and on the verge of waking up to find you. His hand was already patting the sheets where your body once lay.

Before he fully woke up, you fell back in his arms. Almost instantly, J embraced you as if you were a teddy bear. Subconsciously he needed you and you were remiss to leave him. His content hum lulled you back to sleep.

Everything was calm when Joker woke up. It was still weird to wake up in a safe environment much less amongst such luxurious comforts.

It took him a minute to get a bearing of his surroundings but when he did, it was more than worth it. Joker never felt so well rested a day in his life and it was all in thanks to his Light nestled in his arms. He could feel your warmth enveloping him like a weighted blanket and each puff of air that you exhaled caressed his skin. You were the best thing to wake up to.

He glanced down to admire the curl of your lashes resting on your cheekbones and your slightly parted lips, which were tempting his own to capture them in a good morning kiss.

You clung to Joker tightly and used his chest as your personal pillow. He honestly didn't mind the puddle of drool you formed on him. It was just a quirk of yours he would grow to love.

It never dawned on him that this is what he was missing out on all those times he fell asleep with you.

In the past he was afraid of the intimacy– the undisputable connection that came with waking up with someone. He would get up and leave well before you woke up to avoid it. Joker refused to get attached to another person. It was a foreign concept and he did well to keep you at an arm's distance just in case things didn't work out.

He came to terms with this relationship being only temporary. That is until you shattered the barriers guarding his heart and claimed it as your property.

You owned Joker now; mind, body, and soul. His Light, his very existence made flesh to cherish and adore. The things he would do (and did) for you was beyond concerning. It was toxic how utterly obsessed Joker was. He could never let you be privy to the full extent of his devotion.

The truth just might scare you away.

Joker knew his perception of love wasn't normal but that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. He had you all to himself. He never imagined he would be an affectionate lover but you continued to unlock unknown versions of himself.

Maybe a little change in character wasn't so bad after all..

He could definitely get used to waking up with his Light. You were the very definition of a sleeping beauty and Joker spent half an hour pondering what he did in this life to deserve you. He came up with nothing.

He didn't deserve you and that made him love you even more.

You'd chew Joker a new one for not protecting your hair before bed. The effortless curls you rocked last night were now a bird's nest sprawled out on the pillows. Joker snorted and began untangling some of the larger knots with his fingers. He didn't want to get yelled at if you saw them. The slight tugging ultimately roused you awake.

He waited with bated breath for your e/c eyes to focus on him. They were glassy from sleep but still beautiful as ever. And when you sent him a soft smile, Joker swore all was right in the world.

"Uhh, good mornin' doll. Did ya sleep well?" He brushed a lone survivor curl away from your eyes and you hummed mid stretch.

A Joker bright and early in the morning was proving to be a completely different person. He was never this nice during the day.

The sunlight from outside was pouring into the bedroom and a lone ray hit Joker's irises in the right way to expose the many shades of green therein. There was even a speckle of gold that you hadn't seen in a while. Your fingers reached up to trace the freckles on the bridge of Joker's nose and he went cross eyed to follow the motion.

"So pretty.." You cooed.

Joker wasn't a fool. You weren't getting out of this conversation so easily. "You didn't answer my quest-tion." He reminded you.

Joker rested his hands on your hips knowing, eventually, you would give him an answer. He should've known you would get nervous after he dropped a L bomb on you. It was totally out of character for him to do so, but he didn't regret it. It came naturally to him and he meant every word. J was secretly nervous, awaiting your reaction to.

The both of you had ample time to sleep on what was said. It was time to address it head on.

"Y-Yeah.. Never slept better. I um. I can't believe you're still here like.. in bed with me. In the morning.. after sex. You um, I'm used to waking up to an empty bed."

J let you speak but your tone made him feel a certain way. Waking up alone must've been a reoccurring experience, long before he came into the picture, for it to be a touchy topic. Things would be different now that he got a taste of a morning spent with you. He would never miss another.

Joker was about to lighten the mood with a joke when the sound of your phone going off ruined his plans. You were surprised it was in the room. Joker carried your phone and keys last night so it kinda make sense why it would be with his clothing and not yours.

The second you climbed out of bed, Joker knew his first morning with you was over. You were halfway across the room but you heard him grumble, "Jacket."

His irritated eye roll; now that you missed.

Lying on the hardwood floor was Joker's clothes from last night and you quickly snatched up his dress shirt to throw on. You refused to answer the phone naked thank you very much. Your Mama taught you better. You fastened the first few buttons before fetching your cell out of Joker's suit jacket.

An unknown number was calling but something told you to answer. "H-Hello?"

Joker sat up, taking note of your body language and hesitant greeting. He was prepared for the worst case scenario, however things took an interesting turn when your face bloomed into genuine surprise.

"Yeah! Sorry, yes this is she! Wow, I wasn't expecting such a fast response hi." You glanced at Joker– catching his scowl as he flung the covers back to get out of bed.

Someone wasn't happy but this phone call was important; he'd get over it. The person on the other end said something that gained your attention.

"This afternoon?! I-I mean yeah if you'll have me um that'll be wonderful! Is there any onboarding paperwork I need to– oh okay. Yeah, that would be great. Sure 12:45pm! I'll be there. Thanks for the call!" You repeated a goodbye a few more times before handing up.

You did a little happy dance before a muscle in your lower region put an end to that. Joker was nearby and steadied your balance with ease.

"Mind uhh, shar-ring with the class what thaT was all about?"

He puffed his chest a bit at the fact you were sore. How come females were the only participants sore after a night of passion? Joker was walking around just fine. Some things just weren't fair.

You shook your head and glanced up at J. "I finally made an appointment." You bit your lip until Joker tapped it with his thumb.

"Oh sorry, a therapist agreed to see me today for an initial evaluation. I'm actually shocked that she could fit me in on such short notice so it must be a sign that I need to go and especially after all what happened recently. I mean, two episodes in the same week? I hate that you had to see me like that. I just... I can't keep bottling up this negative energy! I'm tired of being afraid of..."

Rambling. You only did that when you were nervous and you only stopped to take a big gulp of air. You met Joker's curious eye and instantly forgot what you were saying. Your jaw went slack as the two of you stared at each other in silence.

Joker was the one who broke it, "Afraid of whaT? Of meeeeee?"

He knew you weren't scared of him. Sure, a few times he caught you by surprise but you had a way of reverting back to that naïve confidence you seemed to have.

Perhaps that's why your response was a shock to Joker.

"I'm... I'm afraid of opening up to you and saying that.. back. It was a band-aid term with him. He had a temper.. and he always apologized using that phrase. I heard it so much the meaning has turned sour. He.. said that n-night too.."

You felt J tense up so you quickly reached up to cup his face. This wasn't Joker's fault, you needed him to know that.

You waited until he looked you in the eye.

"Listen to me Joker.. I was so happy when you told me that last night! I tried to say it back but, I-I.." Your throat grew tight, making you stop mid sentence.

"Bun.." Joker spoke up but you shushed him with a lone finger. You found the will to press on.

"I know you said you'd wait but I don't want you to. You deserve to express your love freely, with me repeating it back in earnest. Therapy will help me overcome my trapped feelings. I just.. I need some time to heal, J."

His heart dropped to his stomach. Were you pushing him away? He couldn't survive any more time away from you. His hands tightening on your hips voiced those fears.

You welcomed the pressure and let out a soft chuckle. "Calm down, Joker. I'm not asking for space. I don't want you to go either."

You hugged Joker and he slowly wrapped his arms around you. He was still getting used to this close contact stuff but your hugs proved to be quite addicting.

The penthouse's AC unit clicked on in the background and not much else was heard except the sound of Joker's beating heart in your ear. It gave away his doubts and uncertainty with its erratic beats.

"All I'm asking is for some patience. This is a unique and fragile relationship. I don't want my past to squander what we already built." You said. 

Joker rolled his eyes and rested his chin atop of your head. He loved how tiny you were in his arms.

He was glad you didn't fear him as a person but rather the process of jumping into a new relationship. You labeled yourself damaged goods and carried a lot of baggage that any normal person would consider a red flag. You weren't. Not in Joker's eyes.

He thought he would be the problem in the relationship; boy was he wrong. If his Light needed time to heal, then Joker would find a way to stop time so you could have it all.

Unfortunately, that task was virtually impossible but Joker would do anything to make his Light happy. For now he would stick to something doable to make you laugh.

"Ooooh squanderrrrr. Did ya find that one in your pocket thesaurus?"

You didn't laugh as he hoped but nonetheless a smile broke out across your face. A win is a win. "Haha very funny, I'm an author! I'm allowed to use big words in a sentence."

Joker averted his gaze from your dazzling smile and mumbled something under his breath. Without warning, he picked you up and began walking towards the bathroom.

Your startled yelp dissolved into giggles, "J! Where are you taking me?!"

Even his side profile was handsome. You could honestly stare at Joker and find something new to fawn over every time. He noticed you staring and began to blush. It was a miracle he didn't drop you.

Why were you staring at him like that?! Joker wasn't the nicest thing to look at (he knew that for a fact) but you eyed him as if he were a work of art. That or you wanted to jump his bones.

"Uh.. to the ahh bathroom so you can.. ahem.. shower and be on tiiiiime for your appointment thing-y." Joker mumbled. 

You went and made the man stumble over his words. It was the cutest thing! What a morning this was turning out to be. Joker sat you down on the wooden bench in the bathroom and got to work turning on the shower.

You leaned back and watched him maneuver around your space as if he belonged here. Once upon a time, he didn't know how to turn on your shower. Now he was skipping through the different shower head modes and intensities with ease.

He chose the rain shower setting before checking if the temp was hot but not exactly 'Dante's Inferno' hot.

Joker caught on to the different measures of temperature while living with you. If the water didn't steam up the glass enclosure, it wasn't hot enough. He would never understand why women took hot showers in the first place but what could he do?

You were nodding in approval when Joker hobbled back over to your side. It stole your attention and your gaze softened to one of concern. "Is your leg bothering you again?" You asked.

He had good and bad days, (not like he would ever complain about a stupid gunshot wound) but it was becoming a nuisance. For some odd reason this one was taking forever to heal.

J waved off your concern and made frantic hand gestures at your hair while smacking his lips.

"You errr okay with a... what's it called? Wash n' go? I think I uhh, ruined your hair last night." He bit back his smile when your hands flew to your hair.

He was expecting you to yell at him, however, you whined after feeling the horrid state of your hair. This is why you never slept on unprotected hair. It was a mess!

You sent Joker a scowl when he failed to stifle his obnoxious laughter. "You're helping me tame this since it's your fault! Stop laughing and help!"

Joker was unofficially your new hairstylist. He was meticulous in the way he washed your hair, ensuring that each coil was lathered and coated with product while massaging your scalp– and not once did he cause tangles.

In Joker's hands, your hair was washed to perfection and conditioned with love.

It saved you time since you could wash your body as he worked on your hair. All in all, it took a fraction of the time to prepare for the day even if you had a pouty Joker trailing behind you as you got ready.

"You do know you can come with me, J."

You were shoving stuff into your tote bag while Joker grumbled from his seat in the living room. It wasn't the first time you extended an invitation in the past hour nor would it be the last. Yet with each request, Joker gave you the same answer.

"Mmm? You expect me to sit on some stiff leather couch as I.. pour out my feelings to a stranger? Ehhhh, no thanks doll. I'll stay here."

"Its not like that Joker and you know it. Therapists are kind and non-judgmental and truth be told, their couches are comfy af." You said over your shoulder.

You ran from one end of the living room to the other, finding another useless item to add into your bag. Did you really need scissors or were you just stress packing? Joker watched from your blue (and very comfy) couch like a lazy house cat.

You finally made a therapy appointment. Would you finally adopt a stray cat and clean up all of your little white lies? Unlikely. Joker was the only roommate you could tolerate.

His green eyes followed your every move as you made your way to the foyer.

You stuck to a simple outfit for the day mainly in part to your hair being so basic. Joker helped pick your hair out into a bushy afro with a few defined curls here and there. It would do for the day, but you needed to think long term about styling it.

You made an offhand comment about calling Florence to do your hair and Joker's hands froze in your afro. "What."

You craned your neck to look at him. "I know what you're thinking. I have a lot to discuss with her and I might as well kill two birds with one stone. She knows about us Joker. Her and Morgana, we can't ignore that fact."

Joker looked paler than normal but he wisely kept his mouth shut. You hardly noticed.

"Promise me you won't go killing them or anything crazy? My friends are... hard to deal with. They mean well... it's just how they go about showing they care— Now that's the problem. They blow things out of proportions then come crawling back to apologize after a day or two. Let me talk to them and you'll see. Everything will turn out okay."

Joker was oddly quiet after that conversation almost an hour ago. He was so out of it he missed you calling his name.

You waved your hands in his face. That finally got his attention. He flinched back. "WhaT?"

You just blinked in silence. Since when was Joker jumpy? "Sorry. You were lost in thought.. anyways. I said I'm leaving. You sure you'll be okay for a few hours?"

Joker scoffed. He leaned back on the couch and eyed your ensemble. Some local band tee that you cut in half to expose your midriff was paired with fitted but still baggy cargo pants. J questioned if you would trip on the helm but you walked just fine in your crisp air ones straight out the box.

In short, you looked fine and you knew it. He spotted the lighthouse necklace he gave you and smirked. You had yet to take it off and he thought of future jewelry to spoil you with as you skipped to the front door.

"Bye J! Can I call you when my session is over?"

"No."

You slammed the door closed with a pout. Fine. It's not like you wanted to call him. Joker's mood came and went with the wind. How were you supposed to keep up?

Joker waited ten minutes after you left before he began to panic. He put holes in your floors with the amount of pacing he did. When that didn't work, he stopped and dialed for help.

The phone rang twice before it was answered yet the person on the other end knew not to speak first. They waited for their Boss to start the conversation, however; they weren't expecting a full on rant.

"I screwed uP. S__t, I.. did not plannnnnn.. this out! Y/n wants to talk to.. to...."

Frost made a face, inwardly cringing at Joker going through it. Frost knew that Joker's spontaneous decisions would come back to haunt him. He didn't think it would be so soon though.

What was done was done. There was no point crying over spilled milk. But his old friend obviously needed help.

"Who does Y/n wanna talk to?" Frost asked. He heard a frustrated groan and knew whoever it was, it wasn't good.

"She wants to talk to Florence. Bunny had an-otherrr panic attack, I took her out to dinner, made uhh love to her and I might have spilled the beans and said I loved her—"

Frost spat out his drink and shouted, "YOU DID WHAT?"

Joker was hardly phased by the outburst.

"—and despite all that, Y/n wants to talk to her crappy friends as if she's in the wrong! The ah florist? She checks out. We had a nice lit-tle.. chat and came to a mutual agreement. But that f__king hairstylist? How is she dead and still a problem?!"

"Who's fault is that Boss? She left Y/n's apartment alive. Now whatever you and Neo got into after that, I'm not getting involved in."

Frost held the phone away from his ear thinking that Joker hung up. A irate sigh came through the receiver. What came next was nothing but excuses.

"She was a threat. You know what we do with threats.."

For a second, Frost forgot his place and told Joker straight up. The man was acting like a child; someone had to say something.

"Bulls__t! You didn't consider Y/n and her feelings, you just acted! I'm not fixing your mistake this time, J. You're gonna man up and tell your 'precious Light' that you tortured her best friend, cut out her tongue, and got rid of the body."

And Frost didn't stop there. He had plenty on his mind.

"Do you think Y/n needs another crazy lover in her life? Because that's what you are, Joker. You can't just eliminate every possible threat in her life. That ain't love Boss. That's a controlling, manipulative lover. You'll be her ex times a hundred and history will just repeat itself. For you and her. Is that what you want? Another repeat of Har—"

Frost barely got the name out when a menacing growl came through the phone. Maybe he crossed a line, who knows. It got a response out of Joker so Frost really wasn't complaining.

"Shut. Up. Frost."

"Why? Cuz I'm telling the truth? I get it; you love Y/n. Hell, so do I." Frost winced and quickly blurted out, "LET ME EXPLAIN!" before Joker reached through the phone and killed him.

"Y/n brings out the best in you, Joker. I haven't seen you happy since..."

They both thought back to a much simpler time and so the conversation lulled into a silence to reflect.

Frost was the closest thing to a friend Joker had. The two of them had stuck by each other through thick and thin— literally from hell and back. Sure some harsh words were exchanged from time to time, but in the end, it was done out of mutual respect.

The bromance was unspoken of but acknowledged wholeheartedly. It was the very reason Frost backed off and let J have his peace.

"She can't find out." Joker's voice cracked. "I c-can't lose her.."

Frost couldn't lie to his friend, but the truth was a hard pill to swallow.

"You already have Boss."

The subway ride over to the Financial District was nerve wracking but relatively short.

It had been ages since you last spoke to a psychiatrist. Your jitters almost had you calling your mother to tell her the good news but in the end, you decided to wait until after.

You didn't know if this therapist could help and you didn't want to get your mother's hopes up for nothing if things didn't pan out. Yet once you stepped off the subway and made it to street level, your eyes bugged out at the fancy building Google maps was telling you to enter.

It was newly restored with a giant Zen fountain in the plaza that somehow connected indoors. Since it was in the Financial District, many people in business attire were roaming around on their cell phones, holding briefcases, and the like– no doubt off to lunch or coming back despite it being a Saturday.

You checked the time and it was only twenty past the hour. You were definitely early.

And you had every right to be. The building was huge. There was a kiosk desk at the front where a striking brunette sat typing away on her desk. You walked over to inquire about which floor to go to but all she did was briefly glance up at you, point at a glass directory engraved on the far wall, and resume her work.

Rude.

You weren't about to get all bent out of shape before a therapy session so you just ignored little miss anti social, and compared your welcome email instructions to the directory.

The professional offices were on the fourth floor and your psychiatrist occupied the 408 suite with two other doctors. You completed the new patient packet that was emailed to you on the subway ride over, so once you boarded the elevator and arrived on the fourth floor, there was nothing stopping you from walking inside.

You were not expecting a small cozy waiting room.

Another receptionist was waiting inside and looked up when you walked in. You took in the neutral tones and hummed at the tasteful plants decorating the area.

The building itself was modern yet refined with its architecture and the furniture and vibe matched perfectly. This suite had windows so you could look out and see the business park and Gotham City Hall across the way.

"Hi are you Ms. Y/L/N?"

You averted your gaze from outside to the kind voice that greeted you. A stark contrast to the last receptionist down in the main lobby.

You felt bad for thinking it but there was nothing defining about this lady. If you saw her after today, you wouldn't recognize her. You didn't know if that was deliberate or just a bad case of genes.

Nonetheless she smiled and patiently waited for you to respond.

"Um yes. I filled out the welcome packet online and sent over all of my recent mental health records... but most of it is already on myChart." You fished out your insurance card and ID for her to copy.

She took both and handed them back with another warm smile. "Thank you for that! Please have a seat and we'll call your name in a few."

Was this seriously a doctor's office? She was so nice.... "Y-Yeah no prob."

You found a seat with a view of the door and the front desk (geez, Joker and his situational awareness was rubbing off on you) and settled in.

You subtly eyed the other guy in the room, laser focused on his sudoku puzzle and a middle aged woman watching the tv. GCN was broadcasting something important but you paid it little attention. A door opened and a heavy Gotham accent said, or at least tried to, say your name. You stood up with a sheepish smile and waved. The other two patients glared at you being called back before them.

Ah yes.. Now it felt like a doctor's office.

The lady tried to make light of her blunder, "Ahhh I said it wrong! I can tell. Follow me and we'll fix that, yeah?"

Anything to get out of this waiting room. She held the door open and waited for you to walk through it before guiding you down a hallway.

The sound of her heel clicking on the hardwood was rhythmic and before you knew it, she held open another door, "Right this way."

Her office was serene. Another window offered a stunning view of the street below, great for sparking deep dialogues to help a patient open up. The walls were a soothing hue– not exactly grey but not blue either. Just that happy medium that stirred the brain.

Ironically, the couch was leather (just like Joker hypothesized) and the blonde came around her oak desk with a notepad and a pom pom pen. Pink of course, as if you expected anything less.

You began to question her credentials and your doubt must've shown on your face.

"Please sit! It's actually very comfortable so I hear!" Great, she thought you had second thoughts about her couch.

You couldn't get over her accent. It screamed Gotham City but there was a unique twang about it that made it memorable. It stood out in a crowd yet you could tell she was restraining it a great deal to remain professional. You could listen to her drown on for hours and not catch a single word said. One of the cons of being a therapist.

True to her word, you sank into the leather cushions and let out a surprised yelp. She laughed– now that was unexpected. It grated your ears in the most unpleasant way.

"See? Told ya!"

You smiled and shifted a bit so you were more upright. Then you realized that you hadn't said a word to her. It was always awkward breaking the ice with a therapist but this was bordering on being rude. You cleared your throat and entered the conversation.

"Huh never thought I'd be here again." You joked. And like a bloodhound, she latched onto your opening.

"Oh? You've been here before? Can I getcha anything?"

You shook your head no and she clicked her tongue. "I haveta say.. I can't help ya if you don't talk to me. The key to healing is being open to outside help."

She was right. Your first and last therapist told you the exact same thing, just not in a pleasant tone.

Her attitude turned you off from seeking any so-called help. But you vowed this time would be different. Mom made this recommendation list from vetted individuals with accreditations regarding trauma and anxieties.

Your case was special but this doctor was a professional. You had to trust that you were in good hands. As if on cue, you noticed two framed PhDs hanging from the wall.

Her bright blue eyes followed your gaze. While her focus was elsewhere, you took a minute to admire her as an individual. You were in awe of her natural blonde hair neatly tied up in a bun. She was slim in a modelike way, a far cry from your curvaceous figure. Under her white coat she wore a grey pencil skirt and a pink shirt that was neatly tucked into it. A shiny belt tied the whole look together.

Everything about her was in order. Her heels were the perfect height even if red bottoms were a little flashy in your opinion. It matched her belt you assumed. 

She turned back around and caught you checking her out. She raised an eyebrow and adjusted her glasses back on the bridge of her nose. Then her crimson lips curled up in a smile.

"Why don't we start with introductions eh? I got a fax with all of your.. personal records.. but I wanna know you from you. You can't deny there's some awkward tension between us."

Caught red handed. Therapists were so perspective.

You rubbed your sweaty palms on your cargo pants. Why did you wear something so casual? You felt so out of place here and especially in front of this blonde bombshell. She was everything you weren't. The ideal standard for beauty in today's society. 

It didn't make any sense why you were feeling so self conscious around her but you couldn't help it. You had to snap out of it and focus your energy on something else. Like an introduction! Your inner introvert was showing. 

"R-Right uh.. my name is Y/n L/n but you already know that.. from my file.."

It was giving 'lets go around the room and share something about ourselves.' Why did you sound like a timid kindergartener on their first day?

Your therapist picked up that you were struggling and offered you a loophole. She crossed her legs and took off her glasses. She sat them down on the table nearby and you had the impression things would be more casual going forward.

She deduced that being professional made you nervous. An easy fix on her part. It was all an act anyway.

"Nice to meet you Y/n. My name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel. But you can call me Harley. Now..." She smiled wide before clicking her pen.

"Let's talk about why you're here."