The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

Lost Part 1

Your son died and everything came crashing down really fast. Who would have thought the King and Queen of Gotham have hearts that can break?

You leave your suitcase by the elevator and go back to the living room. The Joker gets up from the couch and slowly walks towards you.

"Don't go," he whispers, looking at you with sad eyes.

"I need a break, J, I just can't be here right now..."you manage to say, feeling you're going to start crying soon. "Every time I glance at you I see Kase. He looked so much like you. I can't even... I just need to be away for a while, OK?"

"Don't leave, you are all I have left," he pleads and he is not the type that begs."I know you blame me...but I didn't know he sneaked out that night and went with our men."

"Kase always wanted to prove himself to you...Always... For God's sake, J, he was only 19," you whimper and start sobbing, not being able to control yourself anymore. "H-he was our only child. Would you even have stopped him that night?"

"Of course I would have," the Joker replies, his eyes getting teary. "This was so uncalled for, Princess, he was my kid too; of course I would have stopped him."

You just shake your head in agreement, wiping your tears.

"I know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it," you apologize, sniffling while he hugs you tight, caressing your long hair.

"Stay..." he growls, not wanting to let you go.

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It's been two months since you moved to your secluded property in the woods you bought a long time ago under your maiden name. Quite far from Gotham, 5 hours away or so.

Today is a very difficult day for you: your son would have been 20 years old. It is also the Joker's birthday. He turns 50. He was so excited when Kase was born on his birthday. He called him: "my perfect little present." You smile at the memory, brushing your hair and staring out the window. There will be no celebration today, no party and laughter.

You just texted J to tell him Happy Birthday and he answered right away. "Thank you, baby doll. I'm coming; meet you there around 3pm?"

"Yes," you shortly replied, already getting ready. He is driving from Gotham so you can both go to your son's grave. He is buried on the property, about 2 miles from the cabin.

You can't believe how fast time has passed. J is 50...but you can't even tell, it would be hard to guess with the way he looks. One thing is for sure: his eyes got even more intense. You look in the mirror, tracing your jawline. At 45, you barely have any wrinkles yourself. The dark circles under your green eyes are the only testimony of the numerous sleepless nights you had since the incident.

It will be nice to see the Joker again after so many weeks, you think, starting to put on your makeup. You are quite surprised he didn't come to drag you out of there and take you back to the city. He absolutely hates sleeping without you. You wouldn't know, but J drove to the cabin so many times. He arrived at night, parked the car at a safe distance, then just watched you. It took everything he'd got not to run inside and hug you when he saw you cry. But he knew that might make things worse. After all, you wanted to be completely alone for a while.