Heath & Jared's Joker X Reader Imagines (short stories)

four - jared letos joker

The Joker Finally Lets You Dye His Hair.

It had been 6 weeks since the Joker had been to a barbers. His usual barber was on holiday, and his hair roots were growing longer and longer each passing day. Every time he looked in the mirror, the inch of black hair made him furious. It looks nothing but stupid, he thought. Y/n, his girlfriend thought he looked cute. He didn't want to look cute, he was the joker.

He couldn't do it himself, that wasn't manly. The only other person to do it for him would be y/n or Frost. He didn't really trust either with his precious hair. Y/n asked him continuously if she could dye it for him. One day, he gave up and let her.

"Really?!" You exclaim, mouth falling open. He was usually so stubborn.
"Just get it over and done with", he scowled.
"Eeeee I love you!" You screech, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He scrunches up his face and looks down at his phone, ignoring your excitement.

"Frosty!" You call.
"Yes, Miss y/n", Frost shouts back from another room.
"Can you grab me that green hair dye that I brought the other day." The joker immediately looks back up at you.
"You brought me hair dye?" He raises an eyebrow at you.
"Yes. I know you hate your natural hair colour so I wanted to help!"
He just sighs and looks back at his phone.

Frost walks into the room, the box of green hair dye in his hand.
"Frosty, will you please assist my darling sweetheart here. I don't trust her", the joker groans, watching you open the box clumsily.
"Yes sir", Frost agreed, taking the box off you and opening it. The joker puts down his phone and looks up at you.
"You better pull this off y/n", he growls.
"Shush, I will", you say, smiling, while trying to read the instructions.

You put on the plastic gloves and started applying the green dye to his hair.
"It feels cold", Joker moaned, tensing you every time you touched his head. He really really hates this.
"I'm sorry, what do you went me to do? Go and heat it up in the microwave?" You say sarcastically.
"Miss y/n, you missed a spot", Frost points out.
"Frosty, can you check it over when she's done", joker asks him. Frost nods.

A rather large blob of dye dripped off of your hand onto the jokers shoulder.
"Oh for gods sake Y/n. This is brand new!" Joker unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the floor. You try hard to suppress a giggle.
"S-sorry", you manage, the laughing slipping out slightly.
"It's not funny."
"Sir do you want me to clea-"
"No" joker cut Frost off harshly.

You decided not to challenge him on that. He wasn't in the best of moods.
"I think I'm done." You tell him, looking around his scalp to find any strands that you'd missed. He turned around and looked at you. You burst out laughing. He looked like a drowned rat.

"Y/n get out!" He shouted, pointing towards the door. He shook with anger. You walked out the door, bending over because you were laughing so much. Your eyes were streaming with tears and even Frost had to hold back a chuckle.

"I really hate her sometimes", joker sighed in a low voice to Frost, as he was checking his hair over, once again.
"She's trying her best", Frost sticks up for you, knowing that Joker gets too angry at you sometimes.
"I'm not built for relationships, you know that Frosty. Yet here I am, with a girlfriend."

"The box says leave it for 20 minutes", Frost tells him, sitting down on a chair next to joker.
"I really love her Frost", joker whispers, looking down at his feet.
"I know you do sir, otherwise you wouldn't have her around".
"She probably thinks I hate her. All I ever do is hurt her", joker sighs
"Maybe you should take a night off work to be with her." Frost suggests.
"I've got too much work." The joker couldn't even imagine taking a night off. What a silly suggestion. He never stopped working. That's why he was the top criminal in Gotham.

Soon enough it was time for joker to wash the dye out. He prayed that it looked good. He wasn't the joker without perfect green hair.

He looked at himself in the mirror, as the green dye ran down his body, going down the drain. It looked good so far. He put the conditioner in and washed it out.

About 5 minutes later, he was dressed and currently drying his hair with his precious hair dryer. It looked... too green. The dye was too bright, almost fluorescent. He growled as he looked at his image looking at at him, in his phone. (The photo at the top of this chapter is what he saw :)) It didn't look great, but it was better than the black roots.

The joker trudged into his bedroom, where y/n sat watching tv. He just looked up at her, a sad expression on his features.
"It looks... great", he tells her, giving her a weary fake smile. He didn't want to upset her or shout at her.
"You hate it... don't you?" You reply.
"Yes... yes I hate it", joker sighs, sitting down onto the bed next to you. He put his hand on your thigh.

"You seem... different." You laugh, wondering why he wasn't shouting at you for messing up his hair.
"Baby, I'm going to take the night off.", he whispered into your ear, seductively.
"Why? Are you Ill?" You ask, worried. He smirked and laughed a little.
"No, I want to be with you", he smiles.
You lean over a kiss him on the lips. You feel his smile as the kiss grows deeper.

And the night goes on from there...