Arthur Fleck/Joker Imagines

If only you knew | Arthur Fleck x reader smut | NSFW

Summary: A little hole in the wall leads to Arthur seeing you in the privacy of your bathroom, mindlessly taking a shower. Who knew that the brittleness of Gothams flats could also have advantages?

Warnings: nsfw content ahead, masturbation, voyeurism, some cursing, unspecified age gap

Word count: 1,869

He had seen you around before. In the hallways, sometimes the city streets. You were new in town, and god only knows what made you move to Gotham out of all places. You were young, naturally pretty and way too optimistic for this terrible city. He had been wanting to talk to you. You seemed kind, but terribly busy, always unpacking boxes or going somewhere. He heard that you were actually studying at Gothams university, but he didn't know. You had never talked before, and yet there was something the two of you really needed to discuss.

He noticed it even before you moved in, it probably happened a long time ago, but the previous tennant just happened to have something hanging over it. That tiny little hole in the wall that separated your bathroom from his bedroom. It was just big enough to be able to look through it, no wonder you didn't notice it yet. He however, could make out what he presumed was most of your tiny bathroom. A part of your sink on the left, a box for laundry on the right and in the center; your shower, shielded by a flimsy white curtain. Now, it's not like he saw anything he wasn't supposed to see. It just changed the noise level, he always knew when you were in there, shuffling through boxes, putting up furniture or having the water running. And precisely that knowledge is why he wanted to tell you as soon as he could. There were enough people that disliked him in this town, he didn't want to mess it up with you as well.

That is why, when he saw you coming back from jogging, he exited his flat, waiting for you to come up the stairs. As you made your way up the stairs your eyes moved up to meet his and you face lit up. "Oh hello! I'm terribly sorry I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Y/N." You approached him, still catching your breath from the activity. „I meant to come over before, I really did. But moving is just..", you trailed off, shaking your head. One of the corners of his mouth lifted up as you shook hands. He noticed how warm your hand felt. "It's fine. Moving can be exhausting. I'm Arthur.", his eyes scanned your form. You really were gorgeous, intimidatingly so. He wondered how he could bring out any words in front of you at all. And he wanted to tell you about the ...thing, he really did, but where do you start with something like this? "Uh, do you maybe want to go get some coffee somewhen? Or just come over to my place? Like, my flat. Just to get to know each other a little." You took in his appearance then. He was quite thin, had beautiful green eyes that were averted from you as he ran a hand through his dark locks. He seemed terribly nervous, and you didn't know why. Truth be told, you found something about him rather attractive. It seemed like there was so much more to him than he let on. „Uh, I mean.. since we're living right next to each other anyway.", He added. You giggled at his rambling, having long considered his proposal, "I'd love to get coffee sometime.", you stated, looking right into his eyes, „But right now, I'm afraid that what I definitely need is a shower. How does later today sound? At 5 maybe?", you asked shyly. His eyes widened at you wanting to get to know him, and even sounding hopeful at that, as if you were scared he'd decline. A breathless "Oh." left him, the surprise evident in his voice, which you found quite adorable. "Okay, I'll.. I'lll pick you up then.", he said, nodding more to himself than you.

"Sure," you had replied, turning the keys to open your door, "But don't get lost on the way.". You winked, laughing at your horrible joke. So did he then, and my, his laughter was infectious. A wide smile split your faces as you said your goodbyes.

Arthur stepped back into his flat, his back pressed against the door. He couldn't believe how someone as charismatic as you was going to go out for coffee with him. Well, technically you two weren't going to go out in that kind of sense, but still. You were funny, kind and so very pretty. He really wanted to try to make a good impression.