Glasgow Grin (Joker x reader oneshot)

Glasgow Grin

"You ever take that paint off?" You commented as you straddled him, your hands gently cradling his face.

Jack stared off at the window, watching the rain pelt against the large pane of glass. His gaze returned to you, a smirk adding to his Glasgow grin. "Not that I can recall-ah."

He rested his head on the foot of the couch, one hand ruffling the fibers of the carpet beneath the two of you. The only light in the room was coming from the very dim windows, sun already set.

You brought you hand up to his forehead and slicked his hair up and out of his face, keeping your hand atop his head. You analyzed his features one last time before sitting up and letting your arms fall to your lap, Jack's hair returning to its former messy state in front of his eyes.

"How about a deep cleanse? I've got some nice products I wanna try out on you." You offered, taking his, for once, ungloved hands into yours.

Jack tilted his head, squinting at you and forming a half grimace through the cracking paint. He licked his lips in thought. "Hm, don't know about that, doll."

"C'mon," you pleaded, throwing your arms around his neck and touching your cheek to his. "I won't ask again. Just this once." You tilted your head to match his earlier stance.

With no further persuasion, Jack let out a dramatic groan accompanied by an eye roll. He slowly got up as you got off of him, shedding his coat and the suit jacket he wore underneath it, leaving him in his vest and dress shirt.

He grabbed your jaw with a hand. "If I don't look as good as you when you're done—"

You giggled, taking hold of his arm and intertwining your fingers with his. "Just trust me."

You made your way to the spacious bathroom. You sat him on the closed toilet seat as you began to rummage through the drawers and medicine cabinets. You pulled out a hair clip, turning back to Jack to clip his rowdy hair away from his face.

He watched as you arranged a ray of creams and soaps and god knows what along the counter. He let out a scoff. "The amount of things you put out is insulting."

You rolled your eyes and turned on the tap, waiting until it was a comfortable temperature. "C'mere you big baby."

Without another word, he got up and stood by your side. "Your height is very inconvenient for this." You motioned for him to bend down to the sink.

"And then you wonder why I don't do this." Jack sighed, placing his hands on the edge of the sink as he lowered his face to it, bracing for what was to come.

Just as a mother would to a child with sloppy eating habits, you cupped water from the sink in one hand and splashed it against his nose, dragging your hand down his face.

After a few more rounds of that, and constant flinching, you managed to remove a majority of his makeup.

"I did not enjoy that." Jack blew the dripping water away from his mouth, keeping his eyes firmly shut. "At. All."

You turned off the water and stepped a way for a moment. Jack blindly felt around for a towel to restore his vision, accidentally knocking a few things down in the process.

"Hey! Just wait a second!" You exclaimed as you returned with a small towel.

"I'd prefer to see—" Jack grabbed the air in your direction, only met with the feeling of you moving his arm out of the way and dabbing the water away from his eyes.

He blinked a few times to adjust to his returning vision, glancing up at himself in the mirror. "I don't think you did all too well, toots."

You grinned at the faint black staining his eyes and the still visible red. You grabbed one of the tubes and squeezed a sizable pink blob onto your hand. "Come here."