Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

Joker Imagine

Bloody Hell
Joker Imagine for JensenAcklesEyebrow
Warnings; mature content all around, harsh language. (A woman on her period) And the Joker. I mean, come on.
Bloody Hell

"Anna, doll, I gots a surprise for ya!" The joker giggled, storming into the room he shared with his...uh...partner? She groaned in response, not moving from her spot on the floor. "Hey, uh, what's up with you, sweet cheeks?" She flipped over to face him and he saw tears on her face. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" He roared. She sniffled and stood up, wiping her face. "I saw a sad commercial, that's what. Can you drive me to the store?" Shocked, he just followed her out of to the car. Once at the store, he held up the clerk while she gathered her things. Once she was done, they peeled out back to the hideout. He tried grabbing her thigh but she smacked him away, sliding out of the car and running in the mansion. "The fucks up with her?" He muttered, following after her. She was in the shower for about an hour before she came out in a thin nightgown, taking a seat on the joker's lap. "What the hell is up with you?" He groaned, and she sighed. "I don't even know!" She wailed. "What did I do?" He shouted. Still crying, she stood up. "What the fuck didn't you do? I'm going to bed!" She ran off and slammed the door. The joker followed soon after to find it locked. "Anna, if you think I'm sleeping on the couch in MY HOUSE-" She opened the door. "Shut the hell up you little baby." She plopped back on the bed and made a gun with her fingers, pointing it at him. "Bang!" She cried, earning a giggle from him. "Eh, you'll have to do a little better than that, sugar." He flopped on the bed next to her. "Y'know it's only like seven, right?" She shrugged. "I'm tierd." He kicked off his shoes. "Do you wanna know what your surprise is?" She nodded. He pulled a locked out of his coat pocket. "Snatched it offa some old coot." She giggled and let it fall onto her palm. "Well thanks darling, you know how I love stolen goods." He pulled her into him sharply. "Yes I do. Now, what's up with you?" She sighed and pushed herself into him. "I'm on the rag." He laughed and gripped her roughly. "At least you ain't preggers!"