Multifandom One-shots

60. Dance of Darkness, Part 2 - Joker x female reader (Suicide Squad)

As the first light of dawn filtered through the barred windows of their cell, Y/N stirred, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she found herself still nestled in Joker's arms, her body pressed against his as she straddled his hips.

A small giggle escaped her lips as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over Joker's skin like a chilling breeze. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice carrying an eerie undertone that sent a shiver down his spine. As she leaned in even closer, their noses touched, the sensation unsettling in its intimacy, like two predators sizing each other up before the hunt.

Joker opened one eye, his gaze fixating on the unpredictable woman before him with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Slowly, Y/N shifted her position, her movements playful yet unsettling, as she bumped his nose with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. The sudden gesture caught him off guard, a subtle reminder of the volatile nature lurking beneath her seemingly innocent facade.

"We're finally getting out to the cafeteria with the others," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement as she shook the green-haired man softly, her anticipation palpable.

As he was about to reply, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, signaling the approach of the guards. Y/N gave a quick glance towards Joker again, her gaze lingering for a moment before she leaned in to kiss each of his cheeks tenderly. With a playful grin, she then stood up, her excitement evident in the way she bounced on the balls of her feet, eager to join the others in the cafeteria.

As the guards exchanged a glance before unlocking the cell door and walking inside, taking out their handcuffs, Y/N met the gaze of the guard assigned to her with a wicked smile. She extended her hands towards him, offering them willingly to be cuffed. However, she noticed the guard's wandering gaze; his attention was fixated on her cleavage rather than her hands.

Y/N's smile widened as she leaned in closer, deliberately drawing the guard's attention back to her face. "Eyes up here, officer," she purred, her tone dripping with amusement as she caught him off guard.

Meanwhile, Joker watched the exchange with a scowl etched on his face, his normally playful demeanor replaced by a burning rage that simmered just beneath the surface. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into the palms of his hands as he fought to contain the swirling storm of emotions threatening to consume him.

The sight of the guard's wandering gaze and his blatant disregard for Y/N's autonomy ignited a fire within Joker that burned with a ferocity unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was a primal fury, a visceral response to the injustice unfolding before him, and he struggled to keep it in check.

As Joker's fury threatened to boil over, the guard's rough grip on his hands jolted him out of his seething rage, drawing his attention away from the unfolding confrontation. With a sharp tug, the guard signaled for Joker to comply, his movements terse and commanding.

Caught off guard by the sudden shift in focus, Joker's scowl deepened, his jaw clenching tightly as he begrudgingly allowed himself to be led away. Though his mind seethed with indignation, he knew that now was not the time for recklessness.

As Y/N and Joker were escorted out of their cell and led down the dimly lit corridor, the tension between them hung heavy in the air, a palpable force that seemed to crackle with electricity. With each step, Y/N's mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts, her senses heightened by the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

As they entered the bustling cafeteria, the cacophony of noise assaulted their ears—a chaotic symphony of voices and clattering trays that filled the air with a sense of frenetic energy. Y/N scanned the room with a keen eye, taking note of the various inmates seated at the tables, each one a victim in her games.