sentence starter:āI hate you! Iām sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.ā
request: āJoker with 47 or 50? You can pick which I canāt choose!!!ā
Characters: Joker x Reader
Warnings: profanity, yelling, adultery, slight sexual scene, you probably crying, me probably crying, everyone most likely crying
Your life was one big roller coaster. When you moved to Gotham, you didnāt expect to find a job as a dancer in a nightclub. You didnāt expect the city to be filled with dangerous criminals. You didnāt expect to fall in love with the worst of them.
It just kind of snuck up on you. He would come in the club every night and watch you dance. You knew who he was, but you werenāt scared. You were intrigued. Why was this devilishly handsome crime boss coming to see your shows? Why did he pay extra to get a front row seat? Why did he look at you like that?
The romance started small, you being his favorite little toy to watch. He would complement you on your legs and curves, then make small jokes that never failed to put a smile on your face.
You couldnāt help but start to fall.
Of course you knew about Harley, his other half that was locked up tight in some prison. He had told you many times that she was probably never coming out and that he only wanted you.
When bat man had crashed a party in the club and almost gotten you killed, Joker was furious. He swept you off your feet and took you to his house, where he made sure you were taken care of and respected.
You two hadnāt made anything official with words. But everyone knew not to mess around with the big bosses new girl, unless they wanted to be hung by their toes.
He made you feel warm inside. The giggles you two shared and all the memories you had with him. He made you happy. You made him happy. He showered you with attention any time you wanted it and made sure you got every little thing you wanted.
You were working late at the night club. Roxanne, the bartender had an emergency and asked you to close up. So, you being a good friend, closed up shop. You scrubbed the dirty cups and wiped down the tables, making sure everything was spotless.
Taking a look at the clock you noticed how late it was. About 3 hours after you would have normally been home. You were sure J wouldnāt mind, he said heās been busy working on something new. So you grabbed the keys and locked the door to your work place, making sure that it wouldnāt budge.
Arriving to the home you and Joker shared, you couldnāt help but get butterflies at the thought of seeing your Boo Bear after a long night of working. Your feet ached as you peeled off the heels and hooked the straps over your fingers. āJ, Iām home.ā You called out into the dark house.
It was odd for the lights to be off. You knew he usually kept them on so he could be ready for anything. Your feet walked along the cold wooded floor to the door of your shared bedroom. You could hear J talking on the other side of the door and assumed he was on the phone.
Pushing the door open quietly as to not disturb him, you took in the sight in front of you. There he laid, in nothing but a pair of grey sweats on your bed. And sitting on top of him, very naked, was none other than Harley Quinn. āOh Doll Face, Daddy worked very hard to get you back.ā He grinned up at her and you noticed the purple hickeys decorating his neck that you certainly did not put there.
You couldnāt describe the emotions you were feeling if your life depended on it. You felt betrayed. The only person you ever allowed yourself to love, had betrayed you. The butterflies died and fell to the pit of your stomach and a migraine started to attack your head. āWell isnāt this a sight.ā Your voice came out shaky as you tried to hold back the waterfall building behind your eyes.
āWho that puddinā?ā Harley asked leaning forward on him, obviously grinding her hips onto his. āYour temporary toy while I was gone?ā
He looked at your, and at your expression, and laughed. This wasnāt the laugh you knew. This laugh was evil. It was corrupted āDonāt look so dull (Y/N)! Join the party. We still got room.ā His hands hooked onto Harleyās hips and he groaned at the contact.
āYeah,ā you let out a scoff. āRoom on our bed. The bed we have shared for the past 17 months.ā You crossed your arms over your chest and glared in attempt to put the tears at bay.
āI donāt like her puddinā, sheās a prude.ā Harley whined, rubbing her hands up and down his tattooed chest.
Each action burned in your heart. It stung like needled pumped through your heart instead of blood. āDonāt worry Toots, I was just leaving.ā You turned around a headed towards the door only to be stopped by his voice.
āYouāre not allowed to leave. Youāre mine.ā He growled out, his eyes squinting, waiting for you to challenge him.
You let out an angry breath and looked straight into his steel blue eyes. āI hate you. And Iām sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.ā
He did the most preposterous thing. He laughed. His signature move for when he didnāt know how to act. Despite the burn in his heart. This laugh surprisingly, seemed a little panicked. āYou donāt get it, do you?ā You started to yell, swiping a framed picture of you two off the armoire. Harley jumped at the sound of shattered glass and gripped J tighter.
āYou fucking hurt me asshole. Right here.ā You pointed to your heart and finally the tears slipped passed your lash line. āI allowed myself to fall in love with a dick head like you. You put yourself on such a high pedestal but really, youāre like any common ass hat on the street.ā
He stared at you in silence, not believing the words that escaped your lips. Love? You loved him? Not to mention he had never seen you cry. You always had such a strong face. āYouāre just gonna take that puddinā?ā Harley glared at me, obviously not liking the competition.
Before you could tell her to shut the hell up, J did. He backhanded her and she flew off the bed with a thud. You let out a laugh at the sight. āYou two have fun. You deserve each other yanno?ā The bitterness seeped out of your words and seemed to leave a taste in Jokerās mouth.
He watched you walk out of the door. He heard your car engine start. He knew you were gone. He had never felt guilty before, so why was now any different? His heart ached in a way it never had, and he stared off into space. Not fully grasping what happened and who he had lost.
He tried to convince himself that he didnāt love you. But then why did it hurt so much?
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