Anon Requested
Warnings: mentions of bad childhood
Notes: I’m actually surprised I wrote so much since this rec didn’t give me much to work with! It’s good though! Thanks for the prompt anon! I hope it’s alright..it probably sucks but *throws it at you all*
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Arthur
How. How did he deserve her? She was everything and much more. Tender and endearing and showed Arthur the love and affection that he oh so craved for the entirety of his life. Of course his mother was there, physically, but not in the way that a mother should really have been.
His childhood a blur. Like another persons life.
Arthur knew he shouldn’t be falling for someone, especially a woman such as yourself. How could he even show you happiness like you showed him every single day from the moment you happened to fall into his convoluted and complex life. Arthur didn’t want that for you.
He cursed himself as he strolled through his dreary apartment door after each time he’d spent with you, his mind ticking over the reasons behind why you’d want to be with with someone like him. Maybe he should cut off contact. He’s considered it before, tried to end your little ‘thing’ you’ve got going on. But he just can’t bring himself to do it.
That wide bright smile plastered across your face, a staple of purity like the innocence of a child and he’s caught in an endless lovesick loop that he cannot escape.
Joker
When he’s running high on his reckless confidence boost; face smeared in white grease paint with a contrast of blue against his sadistic but rather playful deep gleaming green eyes and that sickly alluring wicked grin swept wide blood red- the games changed and suddenly he’s all talk and charm, a real hit. Joker has the right twinkle in his eyes and a voice that is more thrilling and causes your heart to palpitate every time, and although you won’t admit it, it’s dreadfully attractive.
He knows that you won’t deny him of anything. That he could tell you that up was down and down was up and you would believe him, follow him just to hear more of his sickly sweet possessive words pass those lips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. There’s something about the way Joker looks at you, as if he is doing so much more than just taking in your form like others around you do.
He’s fallen for you; that’s a certainty. Joker knew what he had in his clutches and he wouldn’t be letting it go, not for anything. He was possessive over you, completely transfixed and in absolute awe of your simplicity and kindness. You were soft and something that needed to be protected.
Arthur
Your soft and warm, so damn comforting and that’s just what Arthur needs, it’s what he craves. That’s what he hungers for. Hearing your laughter, to him, it was like the summer rain and a bird song..and no matter when Arthur heard it, it never failed to make him feel grounded and safe. It was if your sound lifted a veil from his pained emerald eyes and allowed him to see more clearly; maybe Gotham was dull, but you sure were not.