The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

Job Application

You infiltrated Gotham Bank's headquarters two weeks ago as a mortgage specialist. You need to retrieve as much information as possible about their vault and then make your move. Until then, pretending to be normal and actually come to a regular job sure is boring as hell. Thank God you have a husband that is equally bored without his Pumpkin, this way he can make your present day better with the "Job Application" you just received from him in the mail.

"Mrs. Doll?" one of your co-workers knocks on your cubicle's wall, handing you over an envelope marked as urgent as you nod a yes to answer his question.

"Thank you," you smile when you recognize J's handwriting on the small package:

To: Mrs. Kira Doll (which is your alias for this inside job) URGENT (to be opened only by the addressee)

From: Mr. Jo Ker

What is he up to? you wonder and open the envelope as soon as the guy leaves.

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Princess, I heard you guys are hiring so I'm applying, the little note on top of the first page lets you know.

GOTHAM BANK JOB APPLICATION

First name: Jo

Middle initial: B (=Batsy sucks –there was no other place to write this down)

Last name: Ker

Date of birth: When I was born, I guess - duh!

Age (optional): is just a number

Current address: Penthouse (main) but you can also reach me at one of my hideouts

E-mail: DaddysKinkyPrincess (this really is his e-mail)

Aliases/ Previously used names: I'm not making this up- Mister J, King of Gotham, Clown Prince of Crime

Your smile gets wider. And you unconsciously start biting your nails, amused and continue to read.

Preferred nickname you would like us to use if you get hired (optional): Daddy; Oh my God, yes! (My wife says this a lot in the bedroom so it counts)

You snort, giggling.

Sex: Masc _ Fem _ as much as possible

Eyes: very blue. My wife says she gets lost in them (although she got lost on her way to the kitchen once and I swear it wasn't my fault).

Hehehehe, escapes your lips again and you struggle to keep it down but it's hard.

Height (optional): Tall. My Queen says and I quote: "I will climb that like a tree!" (and she does)

Weight (optional): Ask my Doll, she's very familiar with my weight, if you get my drift XD

He actually wrote that down: XD. You try so hard not to laugh like crazy. You don't know what got into him but you sure love it.

Position desired: that's a tough one, it depends what I'm in the mood for- top, bottom, against the wall, couch, floor, desk, car etc.

Current occupation: Sex God, gangster

Wow, that's a good one, you think, not bored anymore, entertained to the maximum.

Reason for leaving current job: I'm not, just bored without my Kitten

Skills: Killing, stealing, blackmailing, rough sex, excellent kisser

Weaknesses: none. Hold on, I thought it said "witnesses", LOL. But still none. Actually, my wife insists she's my weakness so to get her off my back, mark her as my weakness.

Ahhhhh, you sigh, touching your blushing cheeks, how sweet.

Hobbies (optional): staring at my wife's ass, undressing her, showing her who her Daddy is, aggravating Batsy, breaking out of Arkham, looking sexy with no effort

You are so flattered right now: aggravating Batsy came after "staring at my wife's ass" and you feel on cloud 9.

Special accommodations you might need/ requests: I wanna get laid tonight- three times, but actually striving for four

And he hand wrote this:

Accept __ Decline

There is no option to decline so you mark an X next to Accept

You also include a note with your response:

Dear Mr. Jo Ker,

Thank you for your interest in obtaining a job with our company. We are pleased to inform you that due to your impeccable application and resume you are hired.

You grab the stamp on your desk and stamp your paper with: HIRED.

And also sir, you will get laid tonight.

Special requests: pink champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, bubble bath, background music (Baby, I told you before your moans and my screams don't count).

Accept __ Decline

And you don't give him the option to decline, but you kiss the paper next to Decline, so that your red lipstick makes it better.

You put everything into a new envelope, mark it as URGENT and sent it to one of the PO Boxes you have across the street inside the postal office. The Joker has one of your henchmen waiting there for sure.

After about 3 hours, you get a small package. You impatiently open it and your note is marked with an X by Accept for your request. You look inside and you see a pair of black, lacy thongs on the bottom of the tiny box with a sticker on them.

You take out the sticker and can't help it but laugh with all your heart when you read it:

Dear Madam,

Wear this for tonight, no strings attached - literally: it's a very skimpy piece of lingerie.

Thank God he was bored at home because this made your day and you have to make sure to thank him tonight the best way you know how. It's going to be fun:

Accept _X_ Decline