The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

The Silver Demon

So eerie and strange...That's how mostly everyone would describe The Silver Demon after seeing her for the first time: not that too many get used to the way you look anyway. You are always around The Joker, a sinister presence in his shadow, perfectly complimenting his menacing aura. A flawless symbiosis between two outcasts bonded together by the unbreakable connection of blood: the infamous Silver Demon is the daughter of the equally controversial King of Gotham.

"Don't do it!! Do you hear me?! That's an order!" the Joker shouts and you smile, unimpressed:

"You know I don't take orders from you."

"Go away! Come get me with our men once I'm inside the prison!" he barks, hoping to convince you.

"No. It will take too long and I don't like being apart from you. I used my power to get inside here; it would be a waste not finishing my mission."

"You know what it will do to you !! Why are you fighting me?! Listen to me just once!!"

"Stop yelling," you calmly reply, touching his chained hands. "Let's see..." you look around, calculating your options while he pants, enraged. "We are inside an armed container, placed inside a larger one. Everything glass sealed on the outside, pulled by a SWAT Team truck. So many police cars in the convoy, impossible to escape. Aren't you happy you have me?" you bend over to kiss his forehead and J is less than excited he is being ignored; one thing in his life he cannot control: you.

"Don't do it...please..." and you realize how difficult it is for The Joker to say the word since he's not accustomed to it.

"Are you ready?" you wink, disregarding his wish.

The lights start flickering, his heavy chains rattling under the pressure of your uncanny energy. The truck takes a sharp turn, making you fall on your knees. You reach your arms and hug him tight, your silver hair shining so brightly he has to close his eyes.

"Here we go," you take a deep breath, pressing your forehead against his.

"Don't do it..." The Joker whispers, already knowing the battle is lost.

"Too late," is the last thing he hears before vanishing together with the mysterious young woman that came to his aid...again.

Nothing left behind in the temporary mobile prison but his Arkham straitjacket and broken chains, the only proof he was ever there. The notorious Prince of Crime won't make it to his destination and they have no idea he's gone yet.

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So eerie and strange...That's how mostly everyone would describe The Silver Demon after seeing her for the first time: not that too many get used to the way you look anyway. You are always around The Joker, a sinister presence in his shadow, perfectly complimenting his menacing aura.

You have long, silver hair that seems to be made of liquid metal: there are rumors it's not of this planet and maybe there is some truth to it, not that a single soul can attest with certainty. It's lightweight and so ethereal it almost floats, giving you that intimidating vibe.