The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

Secrets Part 3

The Joker did something so unforgivable and despicable you don't want to see him ever again. After months of avoiding The King of Gotham, you really can't understand why he appointed you as the only person to take care of his son in case of emergency. There's no way you'll accept to help the little boy in his father's absence, yet the three years old has no fault in what happened between you and your ex.

Frost just called with a security report for The Joker: most of the henchmen in the building are dead; five missing for the moment and his best guess is that they are the ones who sold his boss out and allowed Ezra to get inside the Penthouse. Maybe even helped the New York gang kill the others; no way to know for sure until watching the footage from all the cameras scattered around the premises.

You and J barely convinced Alexis to go back to sleep after he was given a bath: the three years old was very agitated and scared, which is understandable after what happened just a couple of hours ago. The fact that he's sick didn't help either: his fever increased and you had to put in extra effort in order to convince him to swallow his medicine.

"Can y-you take him to Los Angeles for a few days until I clean up the m-mess here?" The Joker asks, struggling to wrap new bandages around the surgical marks on his right leg. The soft fabric of the sweat pants keep on sliding down his foot and J lifts it up again, frustrated he can't manage to keep it in place.

"Yes, no problem," you agree and check your cell, waiting for your father to call.

Jase didn't answer his phone and Y/N left a short message urging him to get a hold of her as soon as possible. You really don't know how you'll explain what you did: invoking the code in order to offer protection to another clan is a serious matter and The Godfather won't be happy to hear that J has LA's alliance now.

Not after everything The Clown Prince of Crime did.

"For God's sake," you sigh and decide to be the bigger person, kneeling in front of an irritated Joker that just can't get the gauze around his scars. "Hold this," you frown and he grabs one end of the roll while you cover his skin with the dressing. "It seems healed," you point out, continuing to patch him up.

"The doctor told m-me to do it for one more month. Nothing that can be d-done about the way I talk; I hope it goes a-away," J shares extra information you don't care to hear. "A-are you sure you don't mind t-taking my son?" the question makes you yank at the bandages and the change in mood is evident.

"I don't mind," you respond through your clenched teeth. "What I do mind though is being lied to. What I do mind is you being secretly married to another woman. What I do mind is you pretending you liked me," you pause for a second to breathe in much needed air. "What I do mind is you convincing me that we should have a baby when I didn't want one. What I do mind is you saying that if it's a boy we should name him Alexis when you already had a son named Alexis with your wife!!!" you raise your voice, incapable of stopping the tirade.