Joker and Arthur Imagines

A perfect day

You live together and it's pouring with rain and Arthur's has a rough day, you run to him and bath and cook his favorite food, you get a load of records (vinyl) and sing to him and dance together.

You had been living with Arthur for several months now, with your salaries combined the two of you were able to afford a bit more; you had moved together into a slightly better flat. At least the elevator was working well. And you were happy, that was the most important; being together, sharing moments and warmth was the only thing that mattered.

Today, it had been constantly raining, you liked it, and the sounds of drops hitting the roof relaxed you. The only thing that bothered you, was that Arthur was out there, he was probably already on his way back to you right now, he had no umbrella, he had his coat but it wasn't much, you hoped he wouldn't get sick with such weather.

As if thinking about him accelerated time, you heard the familiar jingling of the keys against the door lock. A smile formed on your lips. You couldn't wait to hug him, and dinner was ready; he was probably hungry this long day.

"Hey honey I..." you start saying as you turn to him, stopping dead in your tracks when your eyes land on him. He was soaking wet, there was large drops of water falling from his drenched hair.

"Oh my god Arthur!" you run to him, taking his face between your palms, moving out locks sticking to his damp forehead

"What happened to you!?" you ask him with a worried frown, scrutinizing his eyes to try to understand. He finally lifts his eyes to meet yours, they're full of misery, pleading. Your thumb strokes his cheek, encouraging him to speak.

"J...just a rough day...as always...some colleagues called me freak and the price of one of my medication went up..." he mumbles in a tired tone, you sighed, unfortunately he was right, these sort of things were happening almost daily. But that doesn't mean, he should get used to it and get worse. You had the solution, cheer him up! You were going to make his evening happy, so the bad things will go away.

"Let's not just stand there, you must be freezing!" you exclaim stripping him of his coat, you take his hand leading him to the couch "just stay here, don't do anything" you instructed him, with big smile, giving him a noisy kiss on the cheek. You trot around the flat, going to the bathroom, opening the faucet, letting warm water fill in the bathtub and adding a foaming agent cause you know Arthur loves bubble baths. In the bedroom you pick up your woolen plaid, coming back to him, you kneel in front of Arthur fully wrapping him in your plaid, also covering his head. He was really cute looking like that.

You couldn't resist but give him another kiss on the forehead, then another one, and another one, you ended up covering his face with kisses. You hear a soft chuckle escape his lips "You don't have to do that" he mumbles.

"I know that but I want to" you answer joyfully, and then take off his shoes and socks.

"C'mon I prepared you a warm bubbly bath" you add as you take his hand again. The bathtub is almost full and has a lot of foam, steam forming on the window. You take the plaid off his shoulders, setting it aside next to his pajama; he takes off the rest of his clothes. He enters the tub and sit letting out a peaceful sigh as he lays his back against the bathtub, closing his eyes. You sat on the edge of it, taking the sponge that was floating, and started to gently rub it on his torso and shoulders. A relaxed smile is starting to form on his lips. Feeling playful, you take foam with the tip of your finger to put it on his nose, softly giggling; he opens his eyes, wearing a playful grin. You squeal as you receive a spurt of water he threw with his hand. "I'll get my revenge" you reply, winking at him "for now relax, you're not allowed to come out of the bathroom, I have another surprise for you". You say in a cheery tone, he watched you leave, wondering what you had in mind.