Joker x reader drabbles

If you love something...

Joker x reader - if you love something...

Trying this with 'you' instead of him/her

"If you love something set it free. If it comes back it's yours. If not, it was never meant to be."

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Joker had never believed in the old saying. If he wanted something, it was his and only his. But now... As he watched you kick and pull at officers get to him, he felt his heart clinch. You were innocent, always had been and always will be. You avoided fights and treated everyone with kindness. Watching you push away from the 'good guys' to try and reach him...

"(Y/N), stop." You froze while staring at him. Tears streamed down your bright red cheeks from those pretty (E/C) orbs. "It'll be fine doll, just run right now." You shook your head no. He shook his head yes. The police were pulling you away now, away from him.

It hurt to watch you begin fighting back again. But they had you under the arms, and he knew you weren't sting enough to get away. Twisting himself free from the people detaining him, Joker threw a knife at the guys holding you. He let go instantly, and with a single command to run was issued from Joker at you before he was captured again. He wanted to cry seeing you bolt off.

"It was the right thing to do..." Joker told himself this for two weeks. Your frightened face haunted his sleep and he had already gotten into trouble for trying to escape on his own. It wasn't a surprise he was questioned about who you were. But trying to talk to him about you was like speaking to a brick wall. And unknown to him, you were in a similar state.

You were actually scared without him around. Constantly looking behind you, jumping for no reason. Having panic attacks constantly....

It was torture.

On the second Friday at Arkham Asylum, Joker was startled awake by a explosion. Several guards were running past his cell towards the entrance. A few seconds later his henchmen in clown masks were heading to his cell, you in front. Honestly he was shocked to see you there. Noticing him, you raced over and quickly threw open the door.

In no time at all he had his arms wrapped around your smaller frame, smiling widely in you hair. A couple of shouts and you were all out of the building. Riding in the back of a speeding van with you in his arms, Joker remembered that silly quote. He loved you, and he set you free.

You came back to him.