The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

Who Are You?

Imagine: you were driving around with J and you couldn't keep your hands at home. He got distracted and crushed the purple Lamborghini, bumped his head pretty bad and now he has temporary amnesia. Dr. Quinzel said it shouldn't last too long, but in the meantime:

- He asks for your name at least twice a week. You tell him he can call you baby doll because it's easier but he hesitates because "it's not very nice, you're not an object". You roll your eyes and assure him you actually prefer to be called that instead of your actual name. He's stubborn. You wanna strangle him.

- He keeps on looking at his tattoos, saying they're "too much" and he should have the laser procedure to remove them. You tell him if he does that, (especially if the one with your name on it disappears) you will ask Frost to break his legs. J doesn't know that's not really going to happen so he believes you.

- He doesn't like his green hair. You come home and you find him with blonde hair. "Well, I'll be damn if I let that one pass!!!" you think, frustrated. You put sleeping pills in his drink and once he's out cold you ask Frost for help and you dye his hair back. J gets mad when he wakes up but you threaten him this will keep happening if he dares changing his color again.

- He blushes every time he sees you walk around naked or almost naked. You have to admit you kind of like this part.

- He thinks he should tan more, he's way to pale. You bring the news to him that no matter how much he will fry in the sun it won't make a difference. He seems very interested in the story on how he fell in the chemical vat, but he has too many questions and that annoys you so you tell him to shut up.

-He has to stay behind when you go on heists or dangerous missions because he doesn't remember what the hell he's supposed to do. Plus, he thinks it's "wrong". Interesting... You have to ask Frost to babysit him.

- You start to appreciate Frost more.

- He refuses to wear his jewelry because it makes him look like a gangster. You feel you're reaching your limits. Frost has to hold you down when you charge over to kick him.

- You sext him a few naked pics and instead of texting back something naughty, like he usually would, he replies with: "You shouldn't be doing this, your boyfriend might find out. " Like, really??!! T___T You have to remind him again he IS your boyfriend.

- He asks how come you always call him Mister J, J or Puddin. What's his real name? You tell him and then he decides he will use it from now on. "Not if you don't want me to kill everyone that finds out. No one is supposed to know, understand?" He pouts and doesn't speak to you for the rest of the day.

- He's mesmerized with the penthouse. You guys had it for the last 5 years, but whatever. He thinks you shouldn't have this many guns lying around because it's dangerous. You think he should zip it.

- He doesn't sleep naked anymore. He wears pajamas and it drives you nuts. You just want to set them on fire.

-He believes you shouldn't sleep in the same bed because you're not married. You contemplate pushing him off the balcony.

-You try to make out with him and get in his pants because he's too damn attractive anyway, but he is shy as hell and when you ask him why he says it's because he doesn't really know you. The balcony idea seems very good right now.

- You take your baseball bat and go to your special room where you can vent your anger at the breakable objects. You go crazy- not really having J with you drives you more insane than you are.

-You swing your bat at everything, screaming and shredding to pieces, losing control. "I want Mister J back!" you keep yelling. Bam!Bam!Bam! There go the crystal glasses and the expensive vases.

"Hey, are you ok?" you hear his voice behind you and in the heat of the moment you turn around, angry and mad as you are and bash him in the head. He falls down and you gasp, covering your mouth in panic. Shit, you didn't mean to do that.

-Dr. Quinzel arrives very fast and is taking care of the patient. You bite your lips as you hear her say that's a nasty concussion. He should be out for the rest of the day; you're supposed to let him rest.

-You don't take your eyes off him for a second, you feel bad you bashed his brains, even if he annoyed you so much. After a few hours, you see him move. He growls in pain, touching his forehead. "Fuck, baby doll, I have such a nasty headache..."

You smile, happy to hear the words. Puddin is back. :)