Heath Ledgers Joker X Reader / Clown Princess

Twenty-Eight...

(POV OF Y/N)

You were scared of going to see him again. He'd frightened you last time, even though you now knew he was faking it to give an impression to the guards. You still didn't know why. The coldness in his eyes was all you could think about. Those were the eyes of a true psychopath... was he really acting?

Ever since he'd been at Arkham Asylum, your started drinking again, every night. It was the only way you could get through not being with him. You didn't need to drink when he was with you, he already gave you a high.

Tonight is the 27th night that he'd been gone. You should you go and see him again soon you thought to yourself. You couldn't bear the though of him locked up inside of that building. It held so much pain, so many secrets.

You slept on his side of the bed. It smelt like still. You couldn't wash the sheets. You wore his shirts all the time. You didn't leave the house at all. The only socialisation you had was from Johnathan Crane who came over every Sunday and Thursday to give you food and meds to help your cuts and bruises. Luckily the cuts weren't that deep, so wouldn't cause any scarring. The only scar you had was the one that the joker had given you, on your mouth. You were so proud of it that you didn't wear makeup over it at all. It reminded you of him too much. Plus, it added character. It felt badass. You'd survived being held captive by the most dangerous criminal in Gotham, hell, maybe the world.

You painted every night for a few hours. You painted the sunset from outside, using an easel. It calmed you and took your mind of the aching pain of not being with him. You were also having PTSD from the whole Harvey Dent situation. Everything made you jump twice as much a usual, and sometimes you just randomly broke down. You kept having nightmares of the joker turning Harvey Dent into Twoface and it really upset you.

It was early Thursday morning, and you were expecting a visit from scarecrow, but not this early...
It was around 6am and there was a knock on the door. It made you jump out of your skin. Maybe scarecrow had a bush day ahead and wanted to get this out the way early. You put one of the jokers shirts on and rushed down to answer it. You opened the door.

Your mouth dropped open.

It was him.

You ran into his arms, crying. He was out of breathe and soaked in rain but he hugged you back, for a long time.
"You came back". You whisper.
"Of course I did. I couldn't leave you, not even if I tried." He whispered into your ear, making you shiver.
"I really really missed you", you tell him. He pulls you in tighter.
"I can tell... you're wearing my expensive shirt", he laughs softly.
"Sorry", you giggled into his chest.
"Don't. Don't ever apologise to me again y/n." He says, suddenly serious. He grabs your face with both hands.
"Uhm... okay", you answer. A bolt of lightening hits the earth and the sky lights out. The rain starts pouring even more. He grabs your hands and pulls you out into the rain.
"Joker!" You giggle, playfully.
He looks serious again and pulls you to his chest.

In the thundering, raining storm... he kissed you. It was very lightly, but it hit harder than anything you'd ever felt before. There was lighting in you. His skin was so soft and you wanted more, but he pulled away and looked into your eyes.
"I love you y/n", he whispers. You stare into his green eyes.
"I love you too."

He then smiles and picks you up effortlessly, walking into the house. He puts you down onto the coach.
"Feels good to be back at home", he sighs, happily.
You grin up at him.
"I kept it clean for you".
"Thank you", he says, "your face looks better than it did when I saw you in.... the asylum", he looked awkwardly at you.
"Ah... yeah." You answer, looking at the floor.
"I'm sorry about that", he says, touching your hands lightly.
"...okay". You answer, not knowing what else to say. You were still mad at him.

"How can I make it up to you?" He asks in a playful tone.
"You don't have to", you say back. He leans over to you, pushing you backwards into the ledge of the coach.
"I want to", he says,
You push him away, laughing but he just gets closer into your face.
"Kiss me", he growls,
"No thanks", you laugh.
"What?" He spits.
"I said no", you're in fits of giggles. There was something about you dominating him that made you laugh. It made you feel so important. He makes a quick movement to try and kiss you but you dodge out the way and he groans in frustration.

You roll from underneath him onto the floor, laughing the whole time. He stands up and picks you up roughly by the collar. As he holds you up in the air, he lunges at you to kiss you again. At the exact second that his lips were about to kiss yours, you hear a huge rip. You fall to the floor and he's left holding his shirts collar in the air. The back had ripped into two and you'd fallen out of it. You laughed so much that your ribs hurt. He laughed too but held his torn "expensive" shirt and looked at it.
"That was $120!" He moans.
"I'm- I'm sorry" you burst out laughing.
"I prefer you more like that anyway", he says, his eyes grazing over you. That's when you realise that you're laying on his floor in your underwear. It only made you laugh even more.

You decided to go and have shower to get the rainwater out of your hair and he followed.
"You aren't coming in..." you told him, giggling as he tried to get passed you into the bathroom.
"Aren't I? I've been in the room while you've been in the bath before... remember?" He says. You remembered. When he was holding you captive and he allowed you to have a bath, but sat in the corner.
"Well we're not having a repeat of that", you laugh. "Anyway, I'm having a shower."
"I need a shower too", he quickly said.
"No", you said sternly, turning around and shutting and locking the door. You silently laughed the other side as you hear him sigh and say,
"Guess I'll wait then... god.... bloody women."

As you showered you thought about how good he made you feel. He'd even told you that he loved you!He made you laugh so much, and that kiss was out of this world. He was heaven.

Surely nothing could mess it up?