deal with the devil! | JOKER X READER ✅

CHAPTER 21: mine.

TW: VERY VERY STEAMY!! VAGUE DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX, BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF TOUCHING/UNDRESSING! 18+ ONLY!!

   The following few days were rough, but you managed to push through. Your arm was healing pretty well, and you could see that because Joker was adamant on changing your dressings once in the morning and once at night. Every time the gauze came off, it looked a little better. You knew there would come a time in the near future where you had to get your stitches removed, and you could feel your stomach clench with anxiety at the thought. Just by looking at them, it looked as if a doctor had done them, meaning that Joker was likely very medically skilled. But, you feared that even he couldn't make it painless.

As the days turned to weeks, you started to be able to use more of your injured arm. You could now lift it above your head, hold heavy things, the whole nine yards. You had abandoned your dressings completely, but Joker was still hesitant to remove your stitches. He said he wanted to make sure that it was fully healed before he tried anything, and that it was better to be safe than sorry. You trusted him, even though your stitches were definitely negative style points.

During these weeks, there had been no new activity from Two-Face or his goons. At least, no activity that you knew of. Joker was very tense, though, waiting for something to happen. He had the mansion's doors locked constantly, and his eyes always seemed to be darting around now, looking for threats. He minimized the amount of times he went out, which meant that you rarely went out, either. After all, you were still obligated to spend every waking moment with him due to your new deal. You still slept next to him every night, uncomfortably cuffed to the headboard. And it was there you noticed that he even seemed to sleep restlessly. He would toss and turn, even get up and lock himself in the bathroom for as long as thirty minutes. His behavior was definitely starting to scare you.

You were presently sat at the vanity you had pressured him to add to his room, looking in the mirror as you applied mascara to your lashes. He had been spoiling you rotten lately, giving you makeup, clothes, anything you desired. You weren't sure why, but you figured that he felt bad for keeping you cooped up in the house so much, and for scaring you with his out of character attitude. While his gifts didn't completely mute out your unease, it was definitely a start.

Joker was sat on the bed you two shared, just watching you. You could see his form in the mirror, his now perpetually unsettled face.

You were happy to see his expression shift slightly as his lips turned upward in a smile. "Why're you getting all dolled up today, sweets? We're not goin' anywhere."

You smiled in return, placing the wand of your mascara back into the tube. You turned in your chair so that you were facing him, placing the tube back in your makeup bag. "I know we're not. I just like to do makeup for fun."

He nodded. "Interesting." After a pause, his smile widened a little. "Well, it looks stunning on ya."

The genuine compliment made your heart skip a beat. He had been so wholesome with you as of late that it felt...odd. But, it was odd in the best way. "You implying that I don't look good without it?" you teased.

"No, not at all. It's just that you with makeup on versus without... They're two different types of pretty. And I love to see both."

Joker, the womanizer who used then subsequently discarded girls without a second thought, had made the most wholesome comment he could've made. He had found the medium that most men had not. Most men either complained that women wore too much makeup, or not enough. Very few men appreciated women with and without, but somehow, the most evil of them all managed to.

You thought that maybe he was trapping you. Saying whatever he could to make you fall even harder for him. After all, he was attracted to your obsession, and he had made that clear. But, something in the way he was looking at you just kept reinforcing the idea that he was being genuine. You had seen a new side of him when he had saved you from Two-Face's grunts, and you were seeing it again now. You knew that no one else had ever seen this side. This kindness in his eyes, saved special for you.