Joker Imagines

Kink (I)

2019!Joker x Fem!Reader
(this chapter can also be found in my other book BAD SQUAD)

There was something....exciting....about the man that sat in front of (Y/n) (L/n).

She wasn't sure what it was that made her stare at him so intently, but the more she stared the faster her heart pounded.

Maybe it was the clown make up and the green hair.

The surge of confidence he had.

Or maybe....it was the lack of caring and fire in his eyes that drove her infatuation with the man.

Let's say it's a crush.

A strong one.

One that made looking away, incredibly hard.

"You got a staring problem?"

That was a bit harsh.

Not harsh for Gotham, but harsh for the person this man used to be.

She could hardly believe that this man was the same guy who lived with his frail mother across the hall.

He was once a gentle, soft spoken, miserable man.

But now, here he sat, cuffed up with venom in his vivid green eyes.

His voice was the same, but the tone was different.

He bursted out laughing before lulling his head to the side in a drunken manner.

"You look very familiar."

(Y/n) remained silent, staring at the clown sitting across from her.

"I just can't pin point where- You-" He perked up as her identity began to register in his mind. "You live next to that lady with the little girl."

He was right.

She lived next to Sophie who often complained about Arthur- well....the Joker.... being a creep.

This was all irrelevant now.

Especially since he had just been arrested for encouraging terrorism, murdering six people, and potentially more.

"Have you always been this quiet?"

(Y/n) continued to watch him pull himself apart with the hopes of getting under her skin.

He wanted a reaction.

That's what made him tick.

She, however, was giving him absolutely nothing to work with as the images of his slaughtered victims stared up at them from the metal interrogation table.

His frustration was becoming clear and it was becoming harder and harder to not smile at his discomfort.

He tilted his head once more and narrowed his green eyes.

The silence between them grew heavy and the tapping of his foot was screaming his impatience.

"Are you finally done?" She arched a brow.

"Done with?"

"This."

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't this all an act?" She tilted her head.

"An act?"

"The unhinged rage."

"This is all me."

"Hm." She stretched out.

"Hm?"

"What did you expect?" (Y/n) rolled her eyes. "A lecture about how you got almost half of Gotham locked up for a number of crimes?"