Joker imagines

Joker blames you

Imagine: joker blames you for a heist gone wrong.

The heist was perfect. It was fool proof. It was so well thought out that no one could've stopped you not even batman. Your Puddin was so ecstatic about it, his good mood had esculated and even took the time to sleep with you for the whole day before the heist whispering sweet nothings into your ear before making love to you in every way possible.

You loved his new show of affection, you've never seen him so satisfied with a mission strategy before. You wanted it to last, more then anything. You wanted Joker's arm's wrapped around you as you both lay in bed the morning sun up and beaming down brightly.

But, Joker had other plans and it wasn't that.

Today was the day of the heist. You weren't going of course, Joker hated taking you on his little missions. Either becuase he didn't want you to get hurt or he knew his goon's wouldn't be able to protect you well enough. Even if you were probably a better marksman then his whole crew.

Your Puddin' was nearly out the door flinging his purple signature jacket on before he turned to give you a kiss and you gladly accepted. He held you for a good, long moment his hand on your waist and you leaned into him relishing in this moment. He reluctantly let you go and you smiled at him swoonful before he smirked at you "We'll be back before midnight pumpkin " he said.

You nodded and clasped your hands together holding yourself together, you were aching to beg him to take you along but, you've had the conversation with him before. And it didn't end so well for you last time.

Your hand grazed a long scar across your wrist absent-mindedly before your Puddin' closed the door his men rounded up. You heard the car pull out before a few laughs insued and they drove off.

You smiled softly and sighed before plopping down on the couch "I have a bad feeling" you whispered alarmed and closed your eye's clasping your hands together once more.

Afterwards you waited the three hours till midnight, you glanced at the door a few times and then at the clock. So far...it was past midnight.

That's when you heard a car pull in into the driveway rather fast. You raced the door happily but stopped short the moment you heard the car door slam viciously.

Your hand paused inches from the door known as I heard his groan and his shudder of disappointment before a gun went off . Your eye's widened in horror and you immediately knew the heist had failed and that's when the door knob jerked violently before the door slammed open hitting the back wall.

You jumped startled by the sudden entrance and backed away from the door as Joker stepped inside. His henchmen didn't dare go in with him and he shut the door with the flick of his wrist the window on the top cracking from the force.

He looked straight at you and his eye's were wild and bloodshot "How...how was the Heist m-mistah J?" You asked as he began walking towards you slowly.

You inched backwards and he only glared angrily and you heard the worried shouts of the henchmen before you looked at the window and saw them looking through.

You waved your hand at them behind your back telling them to go and with one last look some took their time before leaving.

Joker then lunged forwards towards you and before you knew it his hands were wrapped around your throat roughly "P - Puddin'--" you chocked out and he shook you once before he whispered his voice strained and angry.

"This is your fault--" he began and he lifted you off your feet and you suddenly couldn't breath.

You tried to pry his hands from your neck lacking any air and you gasped for air "P-please--" you gasped out and he pressed harder slamming you into the wall his grip never loosening as he glared at you.

"I couldn't get you off my mind! And becuase of you--" he pressed down hard and your eye's drooped as you gritted your teeth in pain.

"I lost half my men and my money!" He whispered harshly but, you could barely hear him. You felt like you were about to explode, your face going purple from your lack of oxygen and tears running rapidly down your face.

You couldn't believe he'd do this to you, it couldn't have been your fault. How could it be when you weren't even there?

But, Joker didn't see it that way. All he had done was think of you and his heist went terribly wrong. And he blamed you for it.

Mistah J continued yelling at you but, you couldn't hear him as your hands dropped to your sides and you hearing became cloudy as did your vision.

Before everything went black, you felt your body drop to the floor before you could get a good breath in you saw Mistah J walk away angrily flipping the glass table. Before, he went up to the room leaving you on the floor.

You reached out weakly your fingers hardly coming off the floor before he disappeared into the bedroom and your eye's drooped closed.

You still couldn't breath and you felt cold all over. Did Mistah J know? Did he even care?

You would have sighed, you would have even sobbed uncontrollably about the love of your life actually killing you. You guessed it was better this way.

He could live with the guilt or even the constant reminder that he had been the one to end you instead of an enemy. Since joker never liked his property taken unless he was the one to throw it away.