The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

The Crimson Witch

When The Joker asked The Crimson Witch to cast a spell for him, he didn't think it will turn his life upside down. Today, The King of Gotham decided to go back and see the sorceress again in order to demand a voiding of the contract. There is one problem though: The Crimson Witch never reverses her magic.

The Joker holds tighter to his briefcase filled with diamonds and money, slowly working his way up the hidden path leading towards the middle of the Crimson Forest. Not too many are aware where to search for the woman that is difficult to persuade in fulfilling wishes anyway: she does what she wants, when she wants and rarely allows access to her lair.

"Where the hell was it?..." J mumbles to himself, trying to recall the exact spot he conjured The Crimson Witch last time before realizing he's been going in circles for the last hour. "Shit!" he exhales, frustrated.

The Joker looks left and right although it's useless: the landscape offers no clue on his whereabouts and he's aware this might be one of her tricks to keep unwanted visitors at bay. No need to check his cell phone or compass: absolutely nothing works in these accursed woods! Not if one's purpose is to encounter the sorceress...

The King of Gotham is already exhausted, thus he attempts to get the woman's attention:

"Crimson Witch! I have a treasure with me! All yours if you help me! Can you hear me???... ... ... Heeellllooooo????" the echo dissipates in the depths of the wood, soon killed by the thick mist creeping on the ground in The Joker's direction. In moments, he can't see inches in front of his face; makes him wonder if he'll find his way back to the car.

There's definitely a very unnatural element about the fog and J stumbles around, unwilling to linger in a forest that doesn't stomach him.

"Goddammit!" he cusses at the sharp branches snagging his expensive clothes, dreading to weight in the last option:

If The Joker gives her what she truly desires, will she let him in?

Might as well give it a shot, otherwise he'll aimlessly walk forever without a resolution in sight.

And he can't afford to return home in the state he's in.

The Clown Prince of Crime takes a knife from his pocket, the small cut created in the palm of his hand releasing drops of blood splashing on the cold soil.

"Come on... come on..." he mutters while hoping the sacrifice will please The Witch enough to grant him an audience. Nothing happens for a few seconds, that's why he gasps when the blood starts moving like a tiny snake at his feet. It's hard to discern in the murkiness, yet he manages to follow the trail carved by his own blood until he almost bumps into the huge stone gates emerging out of nowhere.

The King of Gotham contemplates his next objective not thrilled about being face to face with The Crimson Witch again: God knows he's not easily startled, yet she has a strange effect upon everyone laying eyes on her.