The Joker x Male Reader Oneshots

It's All Fun And Games (Til Someone Falls In Love)

Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go,
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know,
Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I,
Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel

The Joker had saved your life, many times in fact. Your father had a drinking problem, he had started getting violent. Your mother just sat there and watched, or pretended she was busy and couldn't hear... Like it wasn't happening.

He saved you from that. He killed your awful parents and took you in. That was so long ago though.

Come, come one, come all,
You must be this tall
To ride this ride at the carnival
Oh, come, take my hand
And run though playland
So high, too high at the carnival

"You did a good job tonight, (Y/n)."

You smile up at him. You two just fought The Batman. He got away, but you learned you needed to work on your blocking and defense. Let's just say, you're not in good shape.

"I know you're lying, but thanks J, means a lot."

"I'm not lying," He offers you a hand to help you up. "You really did well, you just gotta work a bit harder on your fighting skills."

You gladly take his hand. You fall into him, you're a bit worse for wear. He helps you stay on your feet.

"It's okay, I got you. Let's get you back home so I can patch you up."

You smile. You let yourself be moved as he leads you to the car. Yes, you two live together. If you're going to take a city down together, you should be able to live together.

You relax to touch. You wish he touched you like this more often. His grip on your skin is soft but firm. Keeping you from falling but not hurting you.

And it's all fun and games,
'Til somebody falls in love,
But you've already bought a ticket,
And there's no turning back now

Finally you two arrived at home. He helps you to the bathroom, you have a stab wound that he has to sew up. You carefully take off your shirt. The stab wound isn't that big, or that deep for the matter. You'll just have to deal with about six stitches in your abdomen.

"Don't move." J warns before pouring some alcohol on the wound. You bite your lip squirming from the pain. He hands you the bottle.

"I told you not to move."

You take the bottle glancing at it to see what it is before chugging it. You prefer Rum over Vodka but anything to make this hurt less.

"It's not that easy. Just hurry up."

He straddles you, getting the thread and needle ready. He starts stitching you up, you only had the bottle of Vodka as an anesthetic, so, to say this hurt like a bitch would be an understatement.

Finally he wraps bandages around you. He wipes a few of your tears away.

"I'm done. You did well, my pet."

You smile at him a bit dazed from the pain and alcohol.

"Thank you, J. I don't know where I'd be without you."

He moves to help you up but you shake your head.

"Let's just sit here for a minute."

Joker nods, sitting down next to you.

This horse is too slow,
We're always this close,
Almost, almost, we're a freak show
Right, right when I'm near,
It's like you disappeared,
Where'd you go? My dear, you're a freak show!
And it's all fun and games,
'Til somebody falls in love,
But you've already bought a ticket,
And there's no turning back now

You interlock your fingers in his. You don't say anything, or even look at him. He could easily pull away, but he doesn't.

You wish you could do this more often. If you were being honest, you fell for him, hard. He's always there for you.

He squeezes your hand.

"It hurts more than last time…" You whisper.

"Last time it was your shoulder, this wound is so much closer to vital organs, it's going to hurt a lot more." He says moving a bit of your (h/c) hair out of the way.

Why did you steal my cotton candy heart?
You threw it in this damn coin slot,
And now I'm stuck, I'm stuck
Riding, riding, riding

You turn your head so you can look at his face. You truly do think he's beautiful, his scars make him even more beautiful in your opinion.

Plus, you've been lucky enough to see him without the clown make up, and holy shit, he is beautiful no matter what.

"I love you." You say without thinking. He leans down without saying anything, softly kissing you. His lips are surprisingly soft, you expected them to be more chapped.

"I've kept you around this long for a reason." He says it should be obvious. When he sees you still don't get it he spells it out better.

"I love you too, (n/n)."

Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go,
Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know,
Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I,
Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel