Jigsaw Puzzle || The Joker x Reader

Epilogue

Two Years Later

"You don't have to do this, Jack. We can just stay in and watch a movie," you suggested.

"No, no, no, I want to show you off tonight. We always stay in," Joker responded from the bathroom where he was clothing himself and prepping himself.

You straightened your tight (F/C) dress and slipped your feet in the matching heels. It was yours and Joker's three year anniversary and he took it upon himself to schedule a little date night. Usually, you both would simply have the warehouse to yourselves and fool around with video games, pizza, and movies. It didn't bother you one bit as long as Joker was having fun, but it appeared he wanted to do something new.

Joker exited the bathroom, looking as if he was about to make some stupid joke, but once you caught sight of each other, the world seemed to stop. Neither of you had dressed up in your lives, but tonight was the exception.

Joker was adorning a black, specially tailored suit with a black dress shirt and green and purple tie. His hair was more combed and tamed, making you want to mess it up while you kissed the make-up off his face. You were enthralled by the way he looked and you lost your breath at the sight.

As for Joker, he didn't know if this was a good idea after all. You, in that dress, was already doing dangerous things to him. It fit you perfectly, yet he still wanted to tear it off and take you the next second. It was almost an internal battle about whether or not he should, but then he remembered what he had planned and didn't want it to happen with your sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

Joker strode over and wrapped his arm around you, then bowed his head to lay a tense kiss to your neck. You held him in return and laughed at the action but adored it nonetheless. He then took your hand and led you through the warehouse and down to the SUV waiting with Victor in the driver's seat.

Joker opened the door and you got in first with him following. You knew where Joker planned to take you--The Iceberg Lounge owned by a fellow villain, the Penguin. It was a hotspot for the top criminals but you had never been there for your introvert reasons.

It took around thirty minutes to get there and the place was huge; sculpted ice that you weren't sure whether was real or fake protruded from the top and it was off in the ocean with a long walkway.

You and Joker got out of the vehicle with arms linked and made your way toward the building with swagger in your steps. You snuggled as closely to Joker as you felt content with everything your life was about. It was something you never thought you would have.

Two guards, looking horrified, opened the doors for you and Joker chuckled in the way that made you turn into a pile of goo. You walked down the ice staircase that surprisingly wasn't slippery and awed at the immense space. There were tables and a bar around and criminals you recognized easily sat, drinking and discussing business with each other.

Right when you and Joker made it to the main floor, silence fell in an instant and all eyes were focused on you. Joker pulled you forward and your own eyes widened when seeing the person jogging to you.

"Lillian!" you exclaimed, letting go of Joker's arm and hugging the red-head.

"You act like we didn't just have dinner last month," she said, embracing you in return.

"Which we need to do more often." Joker made a noise at that. "I didn't know you came here," you continued.

"Here and there, but I got to get going; my girlfriend is waiting," Lillian replied, kissing your cheek then making her getaway.

During your talk, you hadn't noticed the lustful lattention you were getting until Joker wrapped an arm around your waist with a growl. You didn't react besides putting your hand on his chest and enjoying his protectiveness.

"I got us a private room so we don't have to deal with this shit," Joker said, guiding you toward the section with rooms blocked by curtains.

"If I knew we were getting a private room, I wouldn't have worn underwear," you whispered, leaning up to brush your lips against his ear.

"You're going to kill me," Joker groaned lowly, tightening his grip on you.

"Good."

You entered the private room where a dinner, champagne, and a long, circular couch was set up. You beamed at the decor and Joker pulled out your chair at the table for you to sit and you both ate with idle chatter being changed. Afterwards, you and Joker relaxed on the couch where you discarded your heels and sipped on glasses of alcohol.

"What should be do next? Blow up Arkham?" you asked.

"Sounds fun. That can be our project next week," he said, clinking his glass with yours before downing the rest of its contents.

You set yours on the glacier table and draped a leg over your boyfriend's, putting a hand on his shoulder. You kissed his lips gently and caressed his skin.

"(Y/N)," he mumbled, stopping the interaction and moving back to look in your eyes. "I love you."

"What?"

You blinked and your mind went momentarily blank as you processed his words. Not in all the time you had been together had the words been said from etiher of you. It was because it hadn't needed to be said, really, but apparently Joker thought it was important.

"I love you too, Jack," you mumbled in return. "More than anything and anyone I ever have before. You're my everything."

"You're more than that to me," he admitted in a whisper. "You're the air I breathe and the reason I live. You give me a reason to live, and that's fucking insane."

You kissed him again and slipped your tongue into his mouth. Truly, Joker loved you with everything he had and you did too. Joker had found his match with you enough to tell you the truth about himself inside and out, which you accepted fully without judgement.

He liked his beginnings to be multiple choice, but decided long ago that his ending was always meant to be with you, all he had to do was find you, and he did. Now he had his queen, and he would bow to every need you had, and live out the rest of your days in your kingdom of Gotham, happily ever after.