✖Joker Imagines✖

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Imagine: Being his little monster.

Request By: @InterracialCupcake

Word Count: 1816
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  He remembered the way the child's bright (eye color) eyes would stare up at him with so much love. He never truly understood the child but he felt some kind of connection towards it.

  Joker was always confused when he would feel some kind of lonely feeling in his heart when he had to leave for a heist and leave the child under the care of one of his goons.

  The child wasn't related to him by blood at all. There was not a trace of his evil blood running though the child's veins. Yet, the moment he laid eyes on the small toddler he felt that connection.

  He had found the child laying there on the floor wrapped in a thick blanket next to a dead woman. He could only guess she had been killed from the building collapsing, due to his bombs, on her or one of his goons shooting her. There was a pool of blood slowly growing larger and larger.

  The child, however, was looking up at the collapsed ceiling. Joker was surprised to see the baby had lived and not died by some large chunk of the ceiling falling onto the baby and killing it. The babies eyes looked from object to object so quickly as if everything would disappear at any second.

  He had planned on letting the child die but when it looked at him, he knew he couldn't leave the child to die. So he took the child home.

  His excuse for keeping the baby was to have someone to carry his legacy after he died. He refused to look weak because of such a small thing so that was the best excuse he could come up with. Of course, everyone believe his excuse and thought nothing else of it.

  He remembered watching the child grown into a little monster who destroyed everything they could get their little hands on. He hated the child for breaking his things but it was only for a small second and after he could shrug his shoulders and take it in a positive way.

  "Already learning how to destroy Gotham." he would say as an excuse for the child. He felt pride at that thought.

  He remembered when the little monster learned how to crawl. It was truly a nightmare for him. He could turn around for a second and when he turned around to face the baby again, it would be gone. It would be a while before he found the child again in a different room with one the goons.

  "The little monster is learning how to be sneaky and hide from the 'heroes' already." Joker would say with so much pride.

  The goons would only nod in agreement and discuss when the child got older, they would be the greatest villain who ever lived just like Joker.

  Joker chuckled at the memory of his little monster learning how to walk. He was proud at first until he learned how bad a child could really be.

  The little child would run around the warehouse causing trouble and refused to sit still for even a second. What made matters worse was the child still had sticky fingers. Meaning, they tried to grab anything their little hands could get.

  Of course, there were times they would grab dangerous weapons or destroy very important things but Joker wouldn't get to mad. He would take a deep breath and look away for a moment and tried to think positively about the situation.