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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've been working for The Joker for the past 10 years: you speak and act for him and no matter the circumstances, Y/N is always there to take care of everything he needs. The King of Gotham might not be married, yet he has a perfect partner: his work wife.
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You don't show any signs you want to claim the wedding ring and The Joker returns it to his pocket, still having one hand wrapped around his grieving wife.
"You should go; it's really late," Y/N keeps on sniffling and he tries to hold on to her when she leaves his embrace.
J has a lot on his mind for the moment, yet the fact that you didn't hug him back bothers him more than it should.
"I'm not sure I can find the car," he gestures towards the darkness. "I had to force my way in; you should probably tell Crane the fence needs repairs."
"What did you do?" you sniffle and wipe your tears, upset it doesn't seem you'll be able to get rid of the person you want to see the least tonight. Or tomorrow. Or any other day.
"Nothing drastic," the ambiguous reply worries you since it means the exact opposite. Unfortunately, you know The King of Gotham too well.
"I'm going inside," J invites himself over for the night without any problem, heading towards the entrance.
"I don't want you ... h–here," you stutter when the unexpected pain in your abdomen makes you lean forward.
"Are you ok?" he turns his head and you pass him by, barely holding in a painful moan.
"I'm- I'm good," you press on your tummy and shiver under the pressure of the throbbing cramps.
You enter the house and stagger towards your chambers, The Joker following your hesitant footsteps because it's obvious you're not alright. You disappear behind the fifth door on the left and he approaches, peeking to see a pale Y/N swallowing two tablets from the vial hiding under her pillow.
"What's that for?" he steps in the bedroom and you groan, not in great need for an audience to your issues.
"Pain," you utter and reach for a clean towel from the pile resting on the table, wanting to make it to the bathroom before things get worse. J notices a few red drops trickling down your legs and you pull down on your nightgown.
"It's fine... it happens after a miscarriage..." you whisper and limp towards the restroom when his question makes your heart sink.
"Do you know if it was a boy or a girl?"
"... ... Boy..." you let The Joker know and soundlessly lock the bathroom door, feeling so miserable it's hard to concentrate on anything else besides wishing he wasn't here.
J hears the shower turning on and since you're probably going to be a while, the curiosity takes the best of him and he searches under your pillow to see what kind of medications his spouse is taking.
