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Hi guys, I've been writing for Jared Leto's Joker since The Suicide Squad came out (Joker x Reader fanfi...
You were trying to dust off the vaulted ceiling at the penthouse, fell off the ladder and broke your right ankle and left wrist. You'll be out of commision for a while and The Joker is not sure what to do with you yet: being gentle and sympathetic are definitely not his strengths.
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Almost 12 at night
You struggle to move your body closer to J in a pitiful attempt to cuddle. He just watches you squirm, not helping one bit, adamant in not scooting over. The proud recipient of a huge smug grin on his face.
"What?" you ask, panting from the effort when you finally reach your destination that was only a few inches away but took a lot of work due to your present misfortune.
"I'm plotting your murder, Doll, gotta put you out of your misery. You look so pathetic, just like a broken twig. What would be the best way to send you off to a better place, hm?" he pretends to debate, but you realize he's probably 50% serious.
"No killing," you yawn, placing your casted arm on his shoulder since you can't really hug him.
"This thing is heavy, I don't like it," The Joker pushes your hand away. You whimper, discontent at his gesture.
"Don't be mean to me, I am already very uncomfortable," you remind him and bury your face in his neck, all needy and whiny for once. He's not used to you like this because...well, nothing like this happened before.
"I was thinking to suffocate you with a pillow after you fall asleep, what do you think?" he pretends not to hear your words.
"No killing I said," you pout and immediately smile when his arm goes around your waist. "Hey, baby, would you be sad if I'd die?" you inquire, curious to see what aberration he'll come up with. He always has some smart ass answer.
"Maybe..." You elbow him. "Probably..." You start a fake cry on his shoulder. "Definitely..." he growls when you bite his skin "...NOT."
"I know you'd miss me, don't pretend," you sniffle.
"Yeah, of couuurrseeee, how could I not miss such a huge pain in my butt?!" he sarcastically answers.
"Hey, are you rolling your eyes?"
"How did you know?" more sass comes your way, thanks to your boyfriend's supporting attitude. J is a natural when it comes to this stuff. T__T
"I felt a soft breeze and I figured it must be from your fluttering eyelashes. Auuuchhh," the laud spank you felt through the fabric of your boy-shorts make you scream. "Hey, that really hurt! I don't need more pain!!!"
"Perfect, precisely what I was aiming for." He is very satisfied with himself, you can tell by the tone in his voice. "Since we're reached such a positive place right now..."
"A-ha," you mutter, not convinced.
"...I was hoping we can have some fun. I'm in the mood!" he smacks his lips and you giggle, forgetting you were upset.
