Windbreaker OneShots

🌺Joker x Male Reader🌺locker room🌺

Warning: mentions of family abuse
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I sat on the locker room bench in silence. The room itself was empty. Which I greatly appreciated as I wrapped bandages around myself struggling. I was in the underground cage fights. I had just finished a fight. I won, but just barely. Man landed alot of hard hits on me, bruises everywhere. 'I fought for money like most people. But just to buy shit. I used it as an excuse to leave the house, it felt great to get away from home. Nothing but arguing anyway. My parents avoid each other too much to even notice anything wrong with me. And if I'm not home? Welp I just gotta come back when I do. They risk everything as long as they don't have to talk to each other.'

The loud sound of the locker room door opening caught my attention. Interrupting my thoughts. I stood in front of the mirror looking into it seeing the famous Joker pass by. 'He was so amazing. Handsome, tall, he can fight, and for a good reason. Hell, it'd be surprising to hear he's single. But he's not...'

He was shirtless with slight bruises on his cheek and his side. He walked into the bathroom portion of the locker room where I was. Standing in front of the mirror next to me. There was only 3. As I occupied the one in the middle he had no choice but to stand aside me. "You finished your fight already?" No response. No surprise there though, he never talks to anyone. He just stands aside Wooin, his supposed best friend.

I just sat in the awkward silence I had created as he continued putting bandages on his face one by one after rubbing alcohol on every open wound. 'Damn did his opponent have on brass knuckles?' The hits landed on Joker were hard. Looked painful, and yet he still wasn't suffering like I was. Im not as strong as he is.
I continued wrapping the bandage around my wrist. The skin around the bone was purple hurt like hell to move. "Shit." I mumbled to myself.

"You're doing it wrong." I looked up and Joker was standing at the mirror turned to the side facing his attention to me. I blushed, I mean- it's Joker!
And he's fucking staring at me.
"I- huh?" 'Real fucking original'. I couldn't even make a proper response I just stuttered. He groaned obviously annoyed at me. He quickly snatched the bandage from my hand setting it on top of the sink before grabbing a bottle of alcohol and rag he just used.
"That's gonna burn!" I try to stop him putting my hands up. 'Not like I could fight him. He'd probably fold me at the speed of light.'
"No Shit." Short. Yet almost hurt as much as the burning sensation. I quickly shout in return. Fuck that hurts.
"Why are you here?" He mumbles not looking up, still wrapping around. His warms hands feeling up my biceps making my face twist in pleasure that I try to disguise with pain. I probably looked really weird.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you can't fight, and you can barely take care of yourself after losing." I quickly cut him off. He's hot but don't disrespect me!

"Okay asshole calm down. I actually won if you can't tell."

"Yeah cause you have a lot of stamina your opponent got tired, not weaker. There's a big difference." Wha- the nerve of this guy!!

"Okay but I have a lot of stamina."

"Yep. So much energy but can't put it into a punch."

'I honestly couldn't even respond to that one. I do need to work out more. Boxing classes could help but why? This is just a quick money maker till I can get a real job.'

"You can't do shit right.." he groaned as he looked at the bandage around my waist ripping it off to redo it. 'That hurt a lot. Not the fact he ripped my bandage but those words. He sounded like my dad. I guess my dad was-'
"Ow you fuck stick!!" I pushed him back as a reflex, the alcohol burned into my side. I glared at him and he glared at me.
"Fine, get infected." I instantly felt bad. He probably doesn't do this often.
"Sorry. You can continue."
He stood there with his arms folded before walking forward again. His hand traced over the bruises on my stomach. It felt good. It hurt but it was good pain. 'Maybe cause he's doing it? Maybe the thought that he's taking care of it? I don't know but I hope he doesn't stop anytime soon.'
The warmth grows as both his hands rest on my sides. He finally grabs the bandage wrapping it around me, a bit tighter than I had it. It's definitely gonna hurt to sit down. He cut it and put the bandage tape around it sealing it. I just watch him through the mirror. His hand appeared on my sprain wrist. Unfortunately it wasn't from the fight.
"How this happen?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I was hoping he wouldn't ask.
"Uhm I didn't brace my hand before hitting the dude."
He stared into my eyes. He knew I was lying. He furrowed his brows before looking down. Now wrapping my wrist. I don't know why but, it felt like he was doing a lot of unnecessary touching.
I don't know, but I enjoyed it.
His hand dropped to my waist snaking around my back. The feeling set something off in me. I feel like I was either going to explode or pass out.
"You okay?" His deep voice muttered words as he towered over me. But I couldn't even take it in. "Uhm yeah i-" the locker room door opened and the sound of men talking filled it. Some groans from those injured and laughs from those who won with no issues I guess.
He kissed my lips rough and hard. Probably trying to get it out the way. His arm behind my back squeezed me as I moaned into the kiss. He leaned back leaving me a hot mess. My face was red and I was sweating again. He smirked and quickly let go walking over to Wooin who's pockets were full of money possibly from betting that Joker would win.

'Oh I didn't tell you? Yeah, me and Joker have been "dating" for about 3 months now. If you wanna call it dating.'
"Look at all this money! Here's your cut." Wooin smirk mischievously and hands Joker his cut. He nods at Wooin before looking at me. The corner of his lips seem to perk up a bit before they change and leave me there.

'I hate him... but I love him so much'