The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

Gone

Losing your daughter was a nightmare. Nothing compares to the horrible feeling of not having her around anymore...and to say your relationship with The Joker is under pressure would be an understatement.

You barely speak to each other anymore. There are days when the only question you ask is if he wants coffee and that's it. Most of the times, J doesn't even bother to answer, just nods a yes or a no.

So much silence without her...Numbed by sorrow and misery, you don't even know how you make it from one week to another. You still sleep in the same bed with the Joker, keeping your distance. He can barely tolerate your presence also. Confined to the prison of your grief, everything that kept both of you together seems nothing but a distant remembrance.

When you start crying at night, J just leaves without a word. He likes to go and sleep in her room, not wanting to hear your sobbing. You never go to your daughter's bedroom in the same time.

There are moments you feel your heart is going to shatter to pieces so you sneak into her chamber, searching around for that something you are aware you won't find. She's not there anymore and it hits you so hard you have to collapse on the small bed, hugging her favorite teddy bear, crying your eyes out until you fall asleep.

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It's raining like crazy.

Emma used to get scared by thunder and ran into the master bedroom, wanting to sleep in between her parents. You can almost hear her little steps on the hardwood floor. The Joker always objected but never chased her away. He was actually the first one to soothe her and you let him have it; you knew his child was one of the few distractions he would indulge.

You glare at the blank space in between you; so much distance and nothing to fill the emptiness with. J is laying there on his back, covering his face with his right arm. You know he's not sleeping, probably tormented by the same memories as you are.

"I miss my baby..." you whisper and he doesn't reply. You sigh, wishing she was still with you. "Do you remember when she was born?" you continue. "Didn't fuss too much..."

No reaction.

You crawl on his side, getting on top of him, take your boy-shorts and t-shirt off, pulling down his boxers in the process.

There's no objection.

You slowly move on top of him, softly moaning as he holds tightly to your hips, trying to hold in his groans. It's just been so long.

Mindless, desperate sex because you want to feel something...anything. J didn't push you away which means he apparently shares the same perspective. Afterwards, your return to your side, squeezing one of the pillow to your chest; you didn't even kiss him and he didn't seem to care.

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The gun shot wakes you up and you instantly jump out of bed, alarmed, not realizing what's going on. You're so groggy you stumble on the blanket that ended up on the floor earlier and almost fall on your knees. Another gun shot. It's definitely coming from upstairs.