Marvel and DC Imagines

Blood Trails (Joker x Reader)

I just realized that I don't have the Jokers actually name on there. I don't really want to also, so fuck it.

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He didn't understand love. He didn't understand what the feeling was about. He remembered how he once knew what it felt like but it seemed like so long ago, like in another lifetime, but he forgot.

But it didn't matter anyway.

Well, except when he found out about Y/N.

It was a whole other experience. Love wasn't the right word. It was too cheesy to be fit for his fascination of her. He couldn't categorize the feeling. It was overwhelming and made him feel all the feelings he didn't know existed.

It wasn't like money, so easy to obtain. It wasn't like respect, which is so easily conquered. It wasn't like anything he felt before.

Maybe that's why he was so desperate to find out what it was.

Because love wasn't the word to describe it.

Y/N was also so different. So different from him, that is. From his chaotic life and him being constantly on the run, she was ordinary. She was almost like a side hobby, except for the fact that she was a constant dominant driving factor for him.

He was so desperate for her attention.

When she got out of university, he would wait for her by the doors. He would wear a hoodie and just meet her there.

He didn't remember the first time they met. All he remembered was blurs and moments that were out of focus, and then she appeared. Everything was suddenly in focus.

It was sunny outside of the penthouse that must be worth a million. The hot sun beams that streamed through the glass was getting annoying so he closed the curtains.

Not caring enough to clean up his tracks, he bumped into objects and watch the shatter.

His eyes wandered to the shiniest things of the room. Grabbing them with his white gloves, he put them into the black duffle bag. He needed quick money.

When he heard footsteps, he froze.

"If you're going to rob a house, at least try to be stealthy."

He turned around, slowly and met e/c eyes. She was leaning against the doorframe in a large white graphic tee and basket ball shorts. Her eyes were bored while her hand held a metal baseball bat.

"Don't you have common sense?" She asked.

"No, not really." He admitted, slowly reaching for the gun in his pocket.

But she noticed the move to and casually walked closer to him and grabbed a hidden gun from under a table and aimed it at him, knocked and all. Her stance said she had practice and knew what she as doing.

He froze.

"Seriously, take what you need and leave. I can replace everything but you better get out of here if you need that money because my dad doesn't take too kindly to robbers." She said. "I will hurt you if you try to hurt me."