The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

Mother

The Joker doesn't have a past: nobody knows who he is or where he came from. But he has a Mother and God help the ones finding out the secret: they won't live to see another day. Even if she is a mystery herself, The King of Gotham wouldn't trust anybody else because a long time ago Mother proved him wrong when he thought nobody cared.

"So what do you say, Mister J? Would you like to close the deal?"

The Joker takes a deep breath, pretending to weight in the offer, then swiftly answers:

"I don't do human trafficking."

"Oh, come on Mister J, there's such good money from it," Lex points out towards the piles of $100.00 bills scattered on the negotiation table. The other 6 men in the room nervously watch The King of Gotham, hoping he will change his mind. They need his territory to expand the business.

"Allow me to show you something," Lex continues, signaling Jase and the gangster leaves for a couple of minutes, returning with a woman he pushes inside the room, cussing at her as she fights his grip. J is silent, observing the scene without any trace of emotion on his face.

"Take this one for example," Jase slams you against the wall, telling you to behave. "We got her last night. A little bit on the older side, looks like she is in her mid 30's, but you know, some clients would still prefer her over the younger ones: she's beautiful and we can get a few productive years out of her."

You shiver, disgusted, being so cold you can barely think straight.

J stares you down and the mobster keeps on going:

"One of my men wanted to sample the merchandise this morning and she knocked his lights out. As a punishment, we kept her in the shed outside for hours; almost below zero in this crazy weather. That ought to teach her who's in charge! It usually does the trick, ain't that right, honey?" he winks and they all laugh, except The Joker.

You bite on your blue lips so you can feel them again: you were in that shed for so long without a coat, just jeans and a sweater. Frozen to the bone, you can't control your shaking. You hug yourself in a faint attempt to warm up.

"Cat got your tongue?" another one snickers, thrilled at you present situation. "Mister J," he turns towards their guest," would you like to evaluate the assets before you say no the deal? She needs a lesson and you are perfect for the task: do whatever you want with her. I bet you like the feisty ones, don't...you...?" His smirk turns into a grimace when J gives him a demented glare.

"And how the fuck do you know what I like?" The Joker growls, displeased with the assumption while tapping his fingers on the table. "I'm not a rapist!" he snarls, cracking his neck.

The guys are all fast to talk, realizing they upset him; they had no idea this will take such an unexpected turn.

"No way, Mister J!"