#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?” 

You lazily turn your head and watch him for a while. His dark rimmed eyes are fixed on the TV and you see the corner of his mouth twitching upwards every now and then into a sly smirk as the reporter talks about his latest crimes. Normally, you would have asked him about his day and joyfully listened to everything he had to say. You love to listen to his wonderful gravelly voice, especially when he was full of excitement talking about his ideas. His giggles and cackles. The way he changes his voice when he makes fun of his henchmen. But you are tired. So tired…

You shift a little, your head resting against his shoulder, and bring your hands forward to meet his. You slowly and reverently trace the stitchings of his purple gloves. Even through the leather, you can feel the warmth radiating from him. In some places the material is already scuffed, dirt and stains of the day's work. But you find them incredibly pretty and if they weren't much too big, you would have stolen them long ago. Like his shirt. When you told him once, he replied that he will just hide them on a high shelf so that you can't reach them. That's how small you are. You can still hear him chuckling at his own joke.

You play with the hem of his gloves where leather stops and his wrists are exposed. Fingers move and you carefully tamper with the buckle that holds the garment in place. For a brief moment, your eyes meet as J notices what you're doing. You smile at him, heat rising in your cheeks, and he gives you one of his beautiful grins. He knows how much you love to do all this. Even if he doesn't quite understand what's so special about it. But somehow he likes it and he secretly basks in the tenderness you give him. A low hum of appreciation rumbles in his chest, so you continue, first freeing one hand and then the other.

And his hands are large. Especially compared to yours. Hands that are skillful and work with deadly precision. Hands that can destroy and take lives so easily. But also hands that are always gentle with you. You can feel the ghost of his touch on your body and you sigh softly. His touches make you feel safe, comfortable and loved. You trust him. Again, something that sounds incredibly ironic, but it's true. You know he's not going to hurt you. He decided against it a long time ago. Instead, he decided to stay with you and allow you to slowly sneak into his heart. Yes, that's exactly what you do. Every time you are together like this, you sneak a little more into his heart. To the point that every now and then he catches himself longing for you when he's out for his business. Not that he would ever admit that.

Your fingertips move over his veins that stand out so delicately until you reach the first knuckles of his fingers. His nails probably need to be clipped again soon, but there will be time for that later. You let out a breathy giggle and shake your head as you think of his reaction, how he would roll his eyes and groan dramatically. Then you turn his hands so that you can touch his palms and trace the fine lines. His skin is rough and calloused, but soft at the same time. Remnants of paint on his slender fingers, from when he put the makeup on his pretty face. If it were up to you, he wouldn't need to hide behind it. Scars or not. They are a part of him and you love all parts of him equally. To you, he's the most beautiful and handsome man, nothing can and will ever change that.

When you think you worshipped this part of his hands enough, you turn them over again. Here too, you see various small pale scars his past and job have left on his skin. Cuts, burns and even something that looks like an old gunshot wound. Your heart hurts... Sometimes it hurts so badly that you secretly wish he would cut it out and keep it. Of course, you are speaking only metaphorically. But your silly heart belongs to him and him alone. Your urge to love on him only gets stronger. You want to kiss each of his knuckles separately, every inch of his skin. So you decide to put your thoughts into action. You bring his right hand to your lips and kiss it. You pepper small, soft kisses on the entire back of his hand and pay extra attention to the marks. A cheesy thought pops into your head. - If I could, I would kiss away all his scars and bad memories. - A single tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away, hoping he didn't notice. You're sure he doesn't like knowing how many tears you're shedding over him. But you can't help it.

You hear J sigh. Again, beautiful dark and chocolate brown eyes look at you. And if you didn't know him so well, you would miss that something soft is swirling in them. But you do know him well enough and so you get to read all the little signs of his love language. Right now you understand him very clearly. He makes you feel so content, calm and happy that you only get sleepier and you yawn. Your eyes become heavier and heavier with each passing second.

"Aww, seems like someone needs to sleep, hm?" J chuckles with mock sympathy and wraps his arms around you again. "It's fine, toots. Just rest for me, okay?" - You're safe, I'm not going anywhere. - Another tender kiss on your temple. - I love you, Y/N.

This time of year was hard for you. You didn’t want to show your body. Long pants and shirts with enough fabric to conceal your torso, thats all you wore, even when you were by yourself. People would see you walking around in jeans and a zip-up hoodie in ninety degree weather and look at you like something was wrong with you. There wasn’t anything wrong with you, well not in that way. You’d been mocked for your appearance so much during your life, especially when you were young, that if you spent too long in front of a mirror you’d find plenty of things. You’d look at your reflection and lament about the little extra weight you carry, your smaller bust, this crease, that stretch mark. People are cruel. People are shallow. If you don’t have a body that meets their standards, they’re sure to tell you.

Part of what attracted you to Joker was the fact that he couldn’t care less about what anyone thinks of him. His clothes were loud, his face was one that no one can ignore, his presence commanded attention. He basked in it, reveled in having eyes on him, but had no interest in their opinion. As long as he made a lasting impression, he was happy. Of course he knew that he would, no one forgot him.

You certainly didn’t. You saw his face and were instantly mesmerized. His eyes drew yours in and held them there with an invisible force. Of all places to find yourself, it had to be at Gotham National Bank that morning. Everything happened so fast. Fear turned into fascination and fascination turned into an unlikely new job for you. When he didn’t scare you away, curiosity flashed on his face. You couldn’t look away. He let you go on one condition, you worked for him now. You were his eyes and ears, a little birdie, listening for rumors and word of mouth from around the city. He found your inconspicuousness useful.

You managed to keep your feelings secret for awhile now. You couldn’t help your attraction to him, he was so enigmatic and charming. His charm was undoubtedly a tool he used for manipulation but with you, it felt different. He didn’t try to scare you. He towered over your shorter stature but you liked it, when he stood over you he was all you could see. He started calling you names like “doll face” and “kitten”, even “my little bird”, making your heart flutter every time he said them. You never saw him interact with anyone in a romantic way, but you had a feeling the ability was there, hiding. There was a softness in his hands that you could see. He always said his scars scared people, not you though. You wanted to run your fingertips over them, kiss them, love them. You felt this emptiness, a lack of intimacy, that you wanted him to fill.

But you couldn’t do anything. You didn’t feel like you were good enough for him. He’s the Joker, how could you be good enough for him?

You apartment door swung open and you jumped from your chair, scrambling to your feet.

“Jump-y little bird, aren’t ya?” Joker chuckled.

Your widened eyes narrowed at him before sighing and flopping back into your seat. “Well someone suddenly bursting into my apartment is a little startling, yeah.”

Joker grinned and giggled again, he always seemed to have fun getting you riled up so you’d be snarky with him. “Ahh what’s got your knickers in a knot, hm?”

“Its… its just so hot out,” you answered, your face darkening at his mention of your underwear.

It was so hot out he was without his trademark purple trench and suit jacket, even his vest and tie were missing. The sleeves of his hexagon shirt were rolled up so you couldn’t stop eyeing his bare forearms. He cocked an eyebrow as his eyes studied your attire. “Uhh it would prob-ably help if your weren’t dressed for a, ah, snow storm, doll.”

You smirked and huffed a giggle at his joke like you always would, trying to hide that the subject of your appearance was already starting to grate at your nerves.

“No! Not a snow storm! I just, um, I like to be comfortable,” you lied with a smile on your face.

But you couldn’t fool him. He saw right through your phony casual demeanor, tilting his head to the side while he stared at you, waiting for you to tell him the truth.

You still tried to change the subject. “S-so, uh, I heard something about Batman today.”

Of course he knew you were lying. He could see the hesitation in your eyes, the way your brow was slightly furrowed, your nervous fingers fidgeting with the loose thread on your shirt.

“Nooo you didn’t,” he said in a deep voice, his tongue flicking over his lip. He continued to wait with his eyes on you, breaking down the façade you were attempting to build in front of you.

You swallowed and stared at him, the forced grin dropping from your face. He wanted to be serious. Alright, you can be serious. You always joked about things but never this. It was too personal.

“You’re gonna make me talk about this?” you asked, your heart now pounding in your throat.

Joker nodded slowly. He didn’t like to be lied to, you knew this, and he wouldn’t let it go until you talked. He stepped closer, his expression like stone while he lowered himself to sit in front of you. Your instincts compelled you to hide yourself even more so you drew yours knees in to your chest. He wasn’t going to back down.

You kept your eyes on his and look a deep breath before looking away, your hands starting to shake. “I… don’t like the way I look. I cover myself with clothes so I don’t have to see, so no one else can see.”

Tears formed behind your eyes, burning with embarrassment. Why did you say that? You’ve never told that to anyone and you just told Joker. Why? Your head started to buzz and your chest tightened. You wished that the floor would open and swallow you up so you wouldn’t have to face his ridicule.

“You care about that?” you heard him ask.

Your heart nearly stopped and your gaze jerked back over to his face. What did he just say?

“Um… what?”

His heavy black eyelids blinked at you and he said, “That’s no way to live your life, my little bird.”

All you could do was blink back, your mouth opening to speak but no words came to mind. You never expected him to say something like that.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do. I wanna see. You’re gonna show me,” he said, completely serious.

Your stomach sank so violently you though you were going to throw up. “What?? No! N-no…” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, this situation was heading in an unexpected direction so fast it was making your head spin.

He reached out and gripped your wrist when you tried to stand up. He’d never touched you before. His hands were rough but also soft. His skin was so warm. You stopped and slowly lifted your eyes to meet his, your rapid breath slowing.

“I won’t force ya, doll, its not like that at all. But… you’ll feel better.”

You stared back into his eyes. They looked different. He looked at you with a sort of reverence, like you were the one that would be granting him the privilege. Something stirred inside you. He was suddenly holding the door open for your relationship to become something more. You’d always wished it so, but now you were nervous. Your pulse was racing again and you tried to come up with something to say. You didn’t think you could do it. What if he didn’t like your body? What if you disgusted him? What if…

“What if I do it too, hm?” he asked.

Your eyes widened and you almost choked as your throat when dry as a bone. You’d… get to see him too? Now you really couldn’t speak.

His eyes took in your expression before he leaned forward and slowly used his hold on your wrist to guide your hand to his chest, where his shirt was buttoned near the top.

“I’ll go first,” he said softly.

Your fingers touched his chest and goosebumps prickled your arms despite the oppressive heat. You stared at your fingertips that now touched him so lightly. You’d never touched him before either. A tingling feeling swirled in your belly and you looked from your hand to his eyes. His eyelids heavy, he silently nodded at you.

Your fingers trembled as your other hand came up to grip the fabric, sliding the button through. It was like you had no control over them as your hands continued to move down each button, his chest steadily rising and falling with his breath. You looked at his skin, small scars littered over his chest as it was slowly revealed to you. Then he slipped his suspenders off of his shoulders to pull his arms out of the shirt, leaving it on the chair behind him. He watched you stare at his naked torso before kicking his shoes off and bending to pull off his socks. Without hesitation, he stood and unbuttoned his pants to let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them to stand in front of you, wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts.

Now the room felt even hotter, your blood rushing to the surface and face flushed from watching him just undress in front of you, like it was no big deal. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, his body like a magnet for them while your heart thumped against your ribs. You felt his gaze on you and you slowly looked up at him.

“Your turn, doll. Are ya ready?”

Your breath quickened and you bit your lip. Maybe he was right. You spent so much effort and went through so much discomfort to hide yourself from people. He made it look so easy. Maybe you would feel better.

You cleared your throat and said quietly, “Can, um… can you– can you do it for me?”

He nodded and put out his hand for you to take. A tingle traveled down your back and he lead you away from the windows to the privacy of your bedroom to sit you down on your bed. He caught you in his gaze once more before gently taking your arms out of your hoodie, his fingertips brushing against the skin on your arms to raise yet another ripple of goosebumps.

You took a sharp inhale when he lightly gripped the bottom of your t-shirt and he stopped. You tried to gain control of your breathing and stared at his hands. Fear tightened your muscles and all of your insecurities came bubbling to the surface. Memories of sports physicals, locker rooms, and swim class, anxiety about having to take your clothes off, flooded your mind. This almost didn’t feel real.

Then Joker let go of your shirt and started running his hands up your arms. It felt… amazing. His touch was light and gentle, comforting. It was so unlike what you’d expect. He was carefully taking in all of the bends and curves, paying attention to your details. You didn’t feel like he was scrutinizing, just appreciating. The urge to feel his hands on more of you made your stomach flutter you took his hands to guide them back to the hem of your shirt. He looked up at you and you nodded slightly.

Slowly, he lifted your shirt until it was over your head. Your eyes were squeezed shut when you felt his fingertips on your collar bone while he coaxed you to lay back. Your eyelids softened but you kept your eyes closed while he took his time tracing it before running his finger down the center of your chest, between your breasts. Your breathing quickened and he slowed down again, taking care to pay attention to how you reacted to where he put his hands. His thumbs grazed your belly when he ran his palms down your sides. You stiffened a bit as he entered an area you were self-conscious about, but you started to relax when he carefully caressed the plush skin from the center outward to follow your curves with his fingers. You sighed when he placed his hands on your shoulders to glide his fingers over your chest then down to your waistband. He gripped the button on your jeans and stopped, waiting until you opened your eyes.

His gaze was tranquil, putting you at ease and giving you a confidence you didn’t know you had. A soft smile tugged at the corners of your mouth and you nodded again before he unbuttoned your pants and gently pulled them down. You tried to keep yourself calm as you watched your legs become uncovered, marks and lines highlighting every area you’ve spent so long deploring, wishing you could change, hiding.

Your thoughts began to revert to their typical self disparagement until Joker laid his hands on your thighs, palms flat, one on each leg. He was knelt over you with your ankles between his knees. He slid his hands down toward your knees, putting light pressure, like a massage. He hadn’t said a word since he started undressing you but it didn’t seem like he needed to. His hands rubbed and kneaded your muscles, fingers traced your shapes, and palms soothed. You even felt cooler. He continued to explore your body, rubbing your calves and your ankles, with nothing but admiration, like he was grated access to appreciate something beautiful. You felt like one of those women in Renaissance paintings, reclined on soft cushions to be venerated by an attentive admirer.

He lifted his fingers from your ankles and sat back for a moment. His eyes scanned down your body while you breathed and he purred in a low voice, “Now you, well you are a sight to behold, doll face.”

A genuine smile stretched across your face and suddenly he moved to bring his face up to yours, his hands propping him over top of you. “Feel better?” he murmured, his lips so close they nearly grazed yours.

“I… I do actually,” you said softly, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders while your heart raced.

“Good.”

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.  

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.  

You honestly don't know what got into Joker but you weren't complaining.

It all started early in the morning when the sun had yet to rise and poke through the curtains that Joker forgot to close. He usually hit the button once he came in from a long night of crime yet it totally slipped his mind.

Joker was exhausted and eager to get into bed with his Light. He wanted nothing more than to hold you close, inhale your scent, and get a good night's rest. He usually kept to a nightly routine before bed but screw that. He was too desperate to hold you so.. he skipped a few steps.

He knew you wouldn't mind.

Joker began stripping the second he entered your apartment. Shoes went flying, his cloak sagged onto the floor with the weight of his concealed weapons, and his three piece suit quickly became just a dress shirt and pants— by the time he stepped foot into the guest bedroom.

And there you were. His Light. His reason for existing.

You were facing the door so he got to see your beautiful face the moment he walked in. You looked so peaceful, like an angel with the crisp white sheets all tangled up around you as pseudo wings.

You must've washed your hair and left it natural for he noticed the silk bonnet placed on your head like a crown, although it was almost off your head.

You'd mourn your flat curls in the morning but Joker loved seeing your wild untamed hair against the white sheets. It didn't matter what state it was in; Joker always thought you were beautiful.

He removed his dress shirt as he walked forward in a trance. He could stare at you all night but he really wanted to join you.

He wanted to hold you and never let go.

Joker slipped his slacks off before he kneeled on the bed and crawled closer. Like an innocent little lamb unaware of the lion prowling forward, you slept on. He hovered above you for a sec just to take you in.

How did he get so lucky? He didn't deserve such a beautiful goddess like you in his life. Yet here you are. Soft brown sugar adorned in white.

You mumbled in your sleep and Joker easily picked up the syllables that made up his name.

Even in your sleep you thought of him. How sweet.

He fell for you all over again. He sank down behind you and chuckled at the mess of curls now in his face but gently pushed them off of his pillow. It smelled heavenly and made him slip further into a dreamscape.

Joker got comfortable and slowly wrapped his arms around your waist. There was a fifty fifty chance that you would wake up.

Tonight you just hummed and relaxed in Joker's hold.

Good, he had no intentions of waking you but he couldn't help leaving a kiss on the back of your shoulder before falling asleep.

You roused awake a little before your morning alarm clock.

You promised Ana you'd make a loaf of bread for her and her husband, James, today. They both fell in love with your recipe at the last apartment complex meeting and requested a batch for themselves.

And since you needed a loaf or two for your own week ahead, might as well rise early and get to baking.

If only you could get up.

You didn't panic since you heard Joker's soft snores behind you. He must've had a hard night but his grip on you was incredibly tight. His hands were like iron bars locked around your waist and his legs were tangled in with yours as he clung to your body as if you were his own personal teddy bear.

You tried wiggling your arms free but no dice. You huffed and pushed back a little. Joker tensed up but relaxed his hold enough to let you regain control of your arms.

A small victory. You were about to reach for your phone on the nightstand when a gravelly voice startled you.

"Leave it."

You blinked and looked over your shoulder at J. His eyes were closed but you could tell all of his focus was on you. The morning sun has yet to break the horizon but there was enough light to take in the sight of Joker.

You rarely get to see him when he's asleep and you would've admired his beauty fully if his grease paint wasn't covering it up.

You blinked twice to make sure you weren't seeing things and groaned seeing black and red makeup smeared all over your clean linen. This man clearly did not listen to your instructions.

"J, I know you didn't sleep in your makeup again." You sighed. He lazily shrugged a shoulder and tugged you back into his embrace. You went without a fight.

"Don't care... n' go back t' sleep, Bunny." He nuzzled your neck as he got comfortable again. You were left spiraling after hearing Joker's morning voice. He had no right sounding so sexy while half asleep.

He breathed in the smell of your shampoo again and purred in bliss. He was content with today being a lazy one spent in bed.

You, on the other hand, didn't have time to sleep in but Joker took that freedom from you. He rolled over and trapped you underneath him. You were instantly crushed.

"Joker, get off! I got things I... boy! I wish you would fall asleep on me." Joker just nestled more into his pillow– you being said pillow.

"J, move, you're heavy!" You wheezed out. Your Clown Prince flipped over so fast, you got whiplash. But he still didn't let you go.

Just because you were relocated on Joker's chest didn't mean you were in control.

His hand roamed down your body to move your leg to straddle his waist while his other hand rubbed your back in soothing circles. His warm, calloused hands were coaxing you back to sleep and you fought the lull with all your might.

"J... let me go. I need to make some bread." You said. Joker snorted and replied. "You got money, doll."

You bit back a laugh. You and your Blüdhaven sayings were rubbing off on Joker.

"I mean literally make bread, J! I promised Ana and James that I'd make them some, now let me go." You broke free of his hold and was about to climb out of bed when Joker dragged you back.

This time he was wide awake.

You landed on your back with Joker's heavy lidded eyes pinning you down. His hair was in need of a wash, however the strands framed his face in an alluring way.

You kept quiet knowing that Joker wasn't happy and his words confirmed your suspicions. He smacked his lips and dragged his gaze all over your body. You felt exposed under his intense jade eyes.

"What part of 'go back to sleep'.. you not getting Sugar? I want ya to stay in bed with me. Just stay with me, Bunny." He slurred onto your neck.

Joker was still sleepy but stern with his actions. Joker slid his hands up your sides then all of his weight settled on you.

Your breath left you in one big huff but surprisingly, he wasn't heavy in a weight sense. You felt all of Joker's emotions collapse on top of you.

He sighed and nuzzled his face into your shoulder while his hands roamed and explored your body anew. There was something different about his touch today. It was almost timid, as if he was scared to touch you.

Or rather, he felt that he wasn't allowed to touch you.

The morning was cool but your body quickly became hot with the way Joker's fingertips brushed against it. He mumbled something under his breath and shivered. You were concerned until you felt J hump your leg with an audible whine.

It was filled with desperation, something you never heard from Joker before.

"Joker? Are you alright?" You asked.

He didn't reply. Instead, he lifted his head and kissed you soundly.

You blinked in shock but molded your lips to dance along with his. You carded your fingers through his hair and gasped when Joker sighed out your name and cradled your head in his hands. He tangled his fingers within your freshly washed coils and began grinding his morning wood more insistently against you.

You were overwhelmed by Joker's passion. He was more needier than normal and your eyes fluttered shut when he trailed kisses down your neck to your heaving breasts.

They were clad in a silk baby doll he bought you a week ago. Joker leaned back to admire it against your skin.

It wasn't anything risque, but the soft material flattered your body well and it made Joker want you even more.

He shook his head in awe. You were simply gorgeous. Every time he thought you couldn't get more stunning, you leave him breathless again and again.

He dropped back down to plant open mouth kisses on the swell of your breasts and pulled your baby doll down to bare your chest fully to him. He then tilted his head and caught your areola in his mouth and sucked.

You arched your back with a gasp of his name. He hummed and the vibration sent shockwaves from your nipple straight to your clit. Joker knew exactly how you would react and held your hips still so he could continue his devotion on your chest.

He pulled away with a wet audible pop and flashed you a heated glare as his mouth latched onto your other nipple.

You saw his green eyes roll back in pleasure upon contact.

His hands were busy groping the rest of your body like a baker kneaded warm dough. You had no other choice but to hold onto his hair and cry out in need. Joker put his mouth to good use and swirled his tongue around your nipple until they were diamond hard. He was a touch cruel and bit down on them just to hear your startled cry.

He knew you loved it since you tugged at his hair and moaned so beautifully for him. So he did it again and soothed the sting with a swipe of his tongue.

After a few more lingering kisses and sucks, Joker let your nipple go with a heavy sigh before he drifted lower.

Your body deserved to be worshiped and he'd take every scar or blemish you considered 'ugly' under his care.

Each one would be kissed and properly loved if he had any say in the matter. He would read your body like a map and take you to the greatest of highs.

Joker didn't bother taking your nightgown off, he just pushed it up to expose your body to his gaze. And what a sight you were.

"I don't deserve ya. Soooo beautiful.." Joker murmured to himself.

You gasped hearing J's hushed tone. He was rather quiet today and opted to let your gasps and moans be the main star of the show but his unique voice never failed to make you flustered whenever you heard it.

You were about to reply when Joker hooked his fingers under your thighs and dragged you closer to him. He then rested on his stomach and admired the feast laid out before him.

A true goddess with her legs spread open for him. Your pussy was already weeping for his touch and he sighed at the sight of your walls clenching around nothing.

You needed this just as badly as he did. Joker didn't know what came over him, he just had this burning need to please you.

You earned your place by Joker's side, now it was his turn to prove his worth even if he had to work a little harder to show for it.

Your aroma made Joker's mouth water and he didn't care that his clown makeup would transfer onto your sheets and to your plushy thighs. He'd suck it up and do the laundry if you allowed him this pleasure.

Majority of his lipstick had worn off from kissing you so without further ado, Joker whispered your name in thanks and dived straight into his breakfast.

Of course you wouldn't last with the pure desperation that Joker attacked your pussy with. He was a man starved and suckled your clit into his mouth with gusto. You grabbed fistfuls of the sheets and moaned from the sensation.

Joker tossed your legs over his shoulders after you tried closing them and he splayed his hand on your stomach for better leverage.

You weren't going anywhere except coming all over Joker's tongue.

It wouldn't take long for you to come undone since he lapped at your opening and swallowed each drop of your essence like it was his last meal. The sound of your wet pussy being eaten out quickly filled the room.

Joker loved the lewdness of it and pulled back to catch his breath. He smiled seeing your legs tremble near his head.

"You taste so sweet. I want more, Sugar." Joker held his tongue steady when you started to grind your hips faster against his mouth.

He chuckled at each roll of your hips bumped into his nose. You knew what you wanted and sought after it like a bloodhound. You were so close, he wanted you to let go and feel good; however, something was holding you back.

You just needed a little.. push.

Joker held your hips down and flicked his tongue on your clit in between kisses and strong sucks. "Cmon, Y/n. F__k, you're so pretty like this..."

Joker's praise hit you like a tidal wave as the white hot coil building just below your navel finally gave way.

Your lips parted in a silent scream as your orgasm erupted right on Joker's tongue. And he was more than happy to prolong it.

You flooded his taste buds and he didn't waste a single drop. He kept sucking and it triggered another orgasm or rather a continuation of the first.

He growled and swatted at your hands that tried to push him away. He couldn't get enough of your taste and you were trying to come between him and a good meal. Joker smacked the flesh of your thigh and built you right back up in record time.

"J.. please!" Your head was spinning and Joker had no intention of stopping this delicious torture.

You didn't know if it felt good because it was too much or rather being forced to endure was the thrilling part. Either way, Joker rolled your clit in between his teeth and you jerked forward into another mind blowing orgasm.

This one gave you no warning or quarter, you were blindsided by the rush of pleasure washing over you.

You cried out and curled up into a ball on the bed. Joker mourned your retreat but let you come down from your high in peace.

He clicked his tongue at your full body shivers and prowled forward, wanting more from you. His eyes roamed over your body before he laid on the bed behind you.

"Shhh, I gotcha baby doll." He became the original big spoon again— the same position two of you woke up in.

You nodded as your clit throbbed in phantom shocks.

Joker was an intense lover; you should be used to this. It was always an unrelenting downpour of passion with every interaction you and Joker had between the sheets but it caught you off guard every time.

His hands caressed your hips and left butterfly kisses on your shoulders and back. A clear sign he was ready to continue.

You couldn't ignore the feeling of Joker rocking his hips into your backside. "I can't, J.. it's too much."

"It's never enough, Light. I need ya, please." You gasped hearing him beg. "Let me have you.. ngh.. just the tip... I promise."

He let out a shaky sigh when his dick made contact with your sex and dragged through your wetness. A prominent vein bumped against your clit and you hated how good it felt on your exhausted nerve endings.

Your body groaned with fatigue yet yearned for more.

Joker continued to coat his member in your juices as his hands kneaded your breasts. They were a perfect size for his hands and he loved giving them the attention they deserved.

Joker tried to hold back but he was losing his composure.

He wanted this to be about you and your pleasure but every whimper, moan, and sigh you made traveled straight to his cock and drove him wild.

This was about you but if he didn't have you soon, he'd combust.

Joker was coaxing you to join him back in the game with soft coos in your ear and gentle caresses, and like the greedy bunny you are, you folded like a lawn chair.

You thought about Joker's plea as he bit down on your neck to stifle his whine. You both knew it would never be just the tip.

The second Joker slid inside you from behind, he would end up balls deep guaranteed. End of story. Joker only gave you just the tip when he was punishing you.

Although this did feel like torture, J was mad with desire and who were you to deny him of anything?

You nodded, "O-Okay, just the ahh!"

Joker was already sliding in when he felt your head nod against his. He panted in your ear and enunciated each syllable of your name as he bottomed out in one push.

You clawed at the sheets as you tried to adjust around Joker's thick cock. He always filled you up and stretched you out beyond comprehension, yet today felt more intense.

You were utterly speechless as he continued to burrow deep within you. Joker choked on his moan as you finally became flush with his hip.

"Thank you sweetheart.. I needed this. F-F__k, always so w-warm." He groaned into your neck.

The fact that Joker was so needy and stumbling over his words, added another layer of intimacy here. You reached back and guided J's lips to meet yours. He devoured them and left you panting, dizzy with desire. "Thank you doll.. Thank you." He chanted.

He gave you a few extra minutes to adjust before he decided to move. Joker's grip on your waist tightened when he pulled his hips back to thrust for the first time.

"Oh my.. aghn." You mumbled incoherently as his each thick itch slowly pulled out of your sopping cunt only to return just as slowly.

Joker's cock bumped against your g spot and in the privacy of your room, he was content with delivering slow, but still deep, thrusts into your pussy.

You could hear when his fat dick smacked back into your core, you were so wet.

Each retreat of Joker's dick had you crying out for him to come back, only for your breath to be stolen upon impact. If Joker was quiet before, he was the exact opposite now and let any and everything slip past his lips.

"I don't deserve this.. you, your love.. ah, please lemme stay with ya doll." Joker rested his forehead against your back as he plowed one, two, sharp thrusts into your walls.

Your voice cracked at the momentary break in his sensual pace.

"I can be sooo good to ya. Will ya let me?" He asked.

Joker picked up his pace and grunted with each thrust into your sex. Your head lolled back on his shoulder and J left sloppy kisses on your jawline. "Answer me, baby."

You whimpered and clamped down on his dick.

He didn't add doll to the end of his sentence and in true Joker fashion, he honed in on your reaction. He felt you clenched down on him, how could he not?

"Ohhh you like when I just call you baby? Mmm I knew you would. My gorgeous goddess. My beautiful Light. Just.. take all I have ta give. Take it all, baby."

Joker threw caution to the wind and unleashed his desire on you.

His hips were a blur as they pistoled into you at an unrelenting speed. All you heard was the wet slap of his cock slotting into your sex and the feeling of Joker pouring his love out on you.

He groaned right in your ear, held you painfully close, and never missed a beat with his thrusts.

"Ohhh sweetheart. I need ya so much. Since we met, I knew. I wanted to.. fu—" He paused to laugh when your pussy began to quiver around his cock. "So d__n tight.. I swear you're sucking' me in! Ha! A-All ya gotta do is ask me Y/n, and I'll do it. I meeeean ittt. I wanna please ya sweet girl. For-ever." He moaned.

Joker was rambling but his words were true to heart. He slid his hand up to cup your throat, not to squeeze, but merely to rest there and get your attention.

He couldn't see your eyes rolling back in pleasure but your lack of words told him enough. His Princess was floating in a head space.

Joker kissed your cheek and whispered your name to bring you back. You sucked in a breath full of air and repositioned your grip on the sheets to instead grab a hold of Joker's forearm.

You were in fact drifting— lost in pleasure that Joker always gave you so readily, but you heard every word he said.

You never experienced Joker so needy before and so unafraid of expressing his emotions. You needed to see this for yourself.

You craned your neck back and immediately locked eyes with pitch black orbs. Joker's eyes were so blown out in lust, no green remained yet you could see everything within.

Eyes are the windows to the soul and Joker held the door wide open for you.

His gaze shifted from your sparkling e/c eyes to your plump lips that were parting to speak. He kept his pace up and smiled when you reached your tipping point.

Everything felt so right that you couldn't even stop your lips from moving. "I love...you oh my.. J.. I'm yes!"

Once again your orgasm slammed right into you and your world exploded into a thousand tiny pieces.

Joker watched in awe as you came with a flourish. Your face glowed with pleasure, turning you into a literal goddess in his eyes. He wanted to stay in this moment forever with you.

But he couldn't ignore what was said.

You said it. Those three magic words that he never thought he'd say to anyone. He felt blessed to hear them from you.

He had to be dreaming. You actually loved someone like him. A genuine smile broke out on his face. Joker's head grew dizzy after hearing your confession and it pushed him right over the edge.

He edged himself for too long and the pleasure became too intense to manage, but he made sure he cried out your name in between gasps for air.

You hung onto every broken moan as Joker's cum flooded your pussy and spilled down your thighs. He sagged onto your back when he had nothing more to give.

Then all was silent.

You couldn't feel your legs but never had you felt so completely satisfied than you did in Joker's arms.

The sheets were soiled and tangled up in between you and Joker and your silk baby doll was sticking to your skin in an annoying fashion.

You couldn't even move a muscle to fix it— yet Joker and his ridiculous stamina could. You felt him shift behind you and smoothed your wild curls out of his way before kissing your balmy skin.

Anywhere his lips could reach he kissed as he softened inside of you. His hands peeled your dress from its rumpled state and smoothed it down against your thighs.

Joker was fixing you back as if nothing had happened. And you were not about to let him brush off what you said in the heat of your climax.

You were fixing to roll over when Joker tightened his grip on your waist. "Stay. Lemme hold ya a lit-le longer."

"J.. I—" You had to bring it up, it was gnawing at your nerves!

Joker shushed you with a kiss to the back of your ear. "Hush Bunny. We'll uhh, talK 'bout it err later. Go back to sleep."

You sighed. "Are you.." A slight wiggle of your hips had Joker hissing. He stopped you before he grew hard again.

"It's ahhh, too go~od to pull out, Princess. Now, sleep."

You nodded and let Joker cuddle you. He reached over and hit the remote button so the curtains closed. They blocked the morning sunrise that rose above the horizon.

You had plans this morning but they all dissolved now that you were content in J's arms. Hopefully in a few more hours, Joker would let you get out of bed.

You are not sick, you just have a slight fever which will go away in time. You don’t have time to rest, you need to finish your work! That’s the lie you’ve been telling yourself for half a week.

Since it’s just a fever, you don’t bother Joker who is busy doing whatever he does.. blowing up stuff? Murder? Annoying Batman?

Whatever J does, it’s not important enough to worry him.

You’ve been ignoring the mild symptoms for days now. Nothing too severe, so you continue typing away on your computer, blissfully unaware it will get much worse.

Joker wakes up to get ready and spots you on the couch, looking dazed. He takes in your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes and suspects you’re getting worse rather than better.

The entire week you’ve been acting strange, waving off his growing concern, and being more stubborn than usual. He doesn't like it but won’t address the issue until he knows you're on the verge of death. He hopes it doesn't reach that point.

“You still with me pretty girl?” J doesn’t like how long it takes for you to respond and declares he’s staying home tonight.

Then you remember he has a big money exchange happening tonight that he can’t miss for anything. You would feel guilty if he stayed home and missed it all for naught.

You quickly put on a façade. “I’m fine! Don’t worry about me!” It takes a lot of reassuring to convince Joker that you’re okay and after almost an hour of sucking up, he leaves.

The second he’s out the door, you have a coughing fit. You do feel a bit.. off but you are adamant. You are not sick.

Joker on the other hand isn’t stupid. He knows you are sick. Your breathing is labored, and you looked near faint. You are getting worse.

He keeps the live feed of your apartment open on his phone all night to watch over you.

Just because he’s a busy man doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. In fact, he’s absolutely worried. Joker has food and healthy snacks delivered to your place while he’s gone, but you don’t eat them.

Instead you sit up and type away, acting like your body isn’t slowly shutting down.

He’s hardly listening to the meeting, he’s fully focused on his phone as your current coughing fit has you nearly hacking up a lung.

He can see the blood dotting the handkerchief and when you stand up for the first time in hours, his heart plunges to his stomach seeing you faint.

Screw the meeting. The moment Joker watched his Bunny pass out in the living room, he's on a mission to reach your side.

Frost knew what to do in his absence. You are Joker's only priority. Batman could be right behind him and Joker would not care.

Why did he listen to you? He should have never left in the first place. You were stubborn, near delirious with sickness to make any sound decisions! Why did he leave you at home all alone?! He blamed himself the entire ride over. Thankfully he had a mind to call Dr. Sarai so she could be on the way.

You needed medical attention at this point. You ignored this for far too long.

Joker wasted no time bursting the door in and shouting your name in a panic. He went through a thousand emotions finding you unresponsive on the floor.

The main one? He didn’t want to be alone again, not after finding you. He won't know a love like yours ever again, even if he tried. You had to wake up. You have to open your eyes and tell him you're okay.

And this time you better mean it. If you lie to his face again.... Joker can't take it.

Dr. Sarai arrives and quickly gets to work administering fluids and other meds that get you back on the mend but not fast enough.

Only his Bunny is dumb enough to brush off pneumonia as a mere fever. Joker wants to kill you for being so stupid but first he'll have to wait at least three more weeks until you're truly back to normal.

Then the two of you are going to have a long talk about telling him the truth.