Joker Imagines

Bruises (I)

I unpublished this book because w×ttp×d was deleting my books and I really didn't want to lose this one. I'll slowly begin to re-upload this one as I back up my chapters. Keep in mind that they might not be exactly the same since I'm editing for grammar and possibly adding more details to round out these chapters. Thanks for being so patient. 💓

Also, for my trigger warnings, I don't really censor the words I'm putting in the trigger warning (ex. SA instead of spelling it out) because I worry someone may misunderstand the warning. Not everyone may be good with acronyms or words censored with an *. If a certain topic in the warning is sensitive/triggering to you, please move on to another chapter. There are so many other chapters to read that may not be triggering. The warnings are there as warnings, so please read them before proceeding.💓

- Mickimomo

FEM!OC X Joker

Everyday thus far had been on a gradual decline.

The rent for this month had tripled and this month's check would probably cover a third of what was due.

His mother's illness was getting worse and he could hardly afford both of their medications- let alone getting her to a doctor when things started to get bad on her end.

Her hopeful comments seemed more and more out of touch with reality as the days passed.

She seemed adamant about Thomas Wayne wanting to free them from their misery.

If anything it just got under his skin as he tried his hardest to hide all the due bills from her and daily problems that slowly chipped away at his own sanity.

Was he not doing enough for her to give up on her dream of th-this.... rich man who probably didn't give a qualm about if they had food or a roof over their heads each night.

He had worked incredibly hard to get his current job and was working ten times harder to achieve his dreams.

Well...dream.

The only dream he had.

The only thing he wanted to be.

The only thing that kept him going. 

All he ever wanted...was to be a stand up comedian.

Yet- no one seemed to enjoy his jokes.

But himself.

Not even his mother thought he was capable.  

She constantly insisted that he tried getting a different profession that might get him more income, but that always resulted in him losing his temper.

Arthur couldn't be anything else.

He wasn't good at anything else.

Society deemed him too unstable or dangerous to be anything else.

And so, it was so. 

He would just be a clown.

Face paint.

Red nose.

Colorful clothes.

Now..........It was not easy being a clown.

Especially in Gotham.

People were rude.

They'd shove him.

Hit him.

Spit on him.

Make snide comments.

Curse at him.