deal with the devil! | JOKER X READER ✅

CHAPTER 19: click, boom!

   TW: SLIGHT SPICE, HINTING AT HAVING SEX

   The days following your kiss with Joker were nothing less than brutal. Not because of any rigorous training or complicated missions, but because of the fact that your craving for him was growing more and more intense by the minute. Sharing a bed with him did little to mitigate that problem; after all, feeling his body next to you was enough to cause your mind to run wild.

   Sadly, nothing more transpired between you two in the following days. Sure, he had touched you like he always had. A hand on your face, perhaps, or your legs touching when going to sleep. But, nothing atypical. Nothing even remotely like that kiss you had shared, with his hands on your ass as his tongue explored your mouth. God, you craved that moment again so badly. You couldn't seem to focus on anything else.

   That included whatever truth that Joker was keeping from you. Sure, it was still in the back of your mind, but it was more of a distant curiosity than a real worry. His manipulative ploy had worked, and you had completely given up on trying to figure out what was being kept from you. You figured you'd know when you were meant to know, and you didn't let Joker's very obvious concern affect you too much.

   He had held a meeting the day after finding out the news, a meeting you were forced to sit through with your ears covered. That way, you didn't have to leave his side, but you weren't exposed to whatever was being said. After that meeting, Joker seemed to level out a little, appearing much less concerned about what lay ahead. But, he still made quick, whispered comments about the topic to the rest of the team. He also occasionally scribbled down more notes about it, which you knew better than to try to look at. But, all in all, he wasn't nearly as crazy about the news as he had been.

   Presently, you were at the Last Laugh once again. Today, you and your team didn't really have a goal in mind. Joker had said that he had viewed the club as a business venture, and in doing so, he often forgot to have fun. So, he brought you and your other team members along to have a fun outing, no strings attached. It was nice to be able to just relax, let go. Dance, drink, chat. All the things that had been neglected ever since you became a criminal.

   You were dancing with Shaun on the dance floor, giggling at his moves. To put it delicately, he needed some work in the dancing department. It's not like you were a professional, but good God. There was not an ounce of rhythm to Shaun, and no matter how hard you tried to teach him, it didn't seem to click. All he was doing was hopping around with poor timing, and occasionally whipping out the robot. That was probably just a testament to the infrequency of him getting to club.

   Dancing with him, although embarrassing, made you feel as if you were slowly being integrated into the team again. Ever since your fuckup, the team (except Frost) had been cautious around you. They'd been pleasant, but they obviously had their guards up. Even Ronnie was more tight-lipped than usual, regarding you with silent suspicion as opposed to the blatant insolence you normally received. But, now, you started to feel like an acquaintance to everyone again. More than just a colleague that was universally hated but tolerated for work purposes.

   You could see Joker watching Shaun and you dance, which caused you to add a little extra flare to your moves. You let your hips move more freely, letting your hands tangle in your own hair. You had recently been pining for Joker's attention any way you could, and you had recently found that you were not above using your body to obtain that.

   "Show-off!" Shaun pouted, crossing his arms.

   "It's not that hard, dude!" You kept dancing, your eyes glued on Joker and the smirk that had started to form on his lips. You knew that he wasn't stupid; he knew your motive for dancing like this, proven by the intense eye contact you were making with him.