okay so lets talk about Joker asking for his call when he is left at the interrogation room
okay, so what if his call were Y/n???
like he made some mistake and he left some untied bussiness that may lead Batman to her, and he wants her to get tf away.
Or maybe that call is to tell Frost to take her away of sth
His Lighthouse: Phone Home (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Phone Home - Oneshot
yeahhhhh Chaos is getting later and later with filling these requests. I honestly lost count when this one was sent. Anyhoooooo! This screamed angst to me anon so hehe Chaos does hope I didn't ruin your request. My writing is so sporadic, even I don't know what I'm working on. I broke line and everything 🖤✨
IF YOU SQUINT! this is a part two of Two Weeks Is it short? YES! Am I happy to post it? YES! Chaos hopes you enjoy!
Concrete floors and four matching decrepit walls colder than the arctic had all seen better days. Nothing good has ever been locked inside and if Jim Gordon had his way, no evil will ever escape.
Maybe this was too easy of a defeat. Maybe it was a trap because for all intense purposes, The Joker was actually behaving after surrendering.
He remained suspiciously quiet since they tossed him inside an interrogation cell a little before midnight. One poor cop stood inside guarding the door, two more were stationed outside. And for added precaution, Batman was in the vicinity should Joker try an escape attempt.
This time, Joker was not breaking out.
As if he was putting up a fight. The clown sat dejected on the floor mumbling to himself every odd minute or so. The speakers in the room picked up soft, stupid stupid stupid and the rare phrase, I’m sorry from Joker’s lips before he would groan and halfheartedly bang his head against the already chipped subway tiles.
Joker had zero energy to put on an act. He was used to being captured, it kept Batman on his toes and gave Gotham City the illusion that they were safe. Joker saw it as unavoidable time apart from his Bunny until a means of escape arose, (and one always did) however this time, things were different.
Joker made a mistake. He walked right into the trap his enemies crafted, and it would cost him greatly. This time around, the GCPD had enough evidence to ship Joker off to a maximum facility halfway across the world.
A new building in a foreign country with seasoned security personnel trained to handle [redacted] individuals. Joker would have to study their mannerisms and find a crack in their resolve before planning an escape; something that would take who knows how long.
Long enough for him to miss his Light and for you to go insane. In all honesty, Joker didn’t care where they were shipping him off to. His concern was focused solely on you.
He left you this afternoon with a tender kiss, a morbid joke, and with the promise that he would return at dawn.
You sent him off with the reminder that tomorrow was date night. As if he could ever forget. Joker planned it down to the second because he wouldn’t miss a moment with his Light for the world. But now Batman made Joker into a liar.
Joker wasn’t coming home for a very long time and with your severe separation anxiety—you would lose it if he didn’t break this news to you personally. Joker refused for you to find out the hard way via television.
Or worse, not at all.
He was cruelly reminded of when two weeks apart almost destroyed you. The multiple security alerts, the colossal damage to the apartment. The horror of finding your bedroom door open and seeing you in such a state haunts him to this day. In a matter of two weeks, you turned into a suicidal wreck because you thought Joker abandoned you.
He could only imagine what months apart could do..
He never wanted to find out. There were now strict protocols in place to prevent that aftermath from ever happening again. Joker and his Loyal three knew your limits and always planned accordingly.
If Joker was needed out of town for longer than two weeks, arrangements were made to bring you along. If not, then mandatory check-ins and weekly, (if not daily) phone calls kept you sane. Your wellbeing was Joker’s top priority. Your happiness was his only aspiration in life.
He would gladly accept any torture if it meant his Light remained happy.
If Joker didn’t notify you of his indefinite absence, you would overthink yourself into an early grave. But…. if Joker did contact you, it would be like drawing an arrow directly to your front door. Batman would be a fool to not take the bait and capture Joker’s greatest weakness.
Joker would lose you forever… He’d lose you by not warning you. Was it worth the risk?
He’d been stuck inside this concrete box all night. If Joker was lucky, you would still be asleep with the bedroom curtains drawn so as not to allow the morning dawn to shine in your eyes. You would sleep in (because J wasn’t there to wake you up) thus buying him some time. But not enough.
You’d wake up and check your phone, automatically doom scroll when you noticed Joker was not lying in bed beside you and break down when you read the latest news report.
His Bunny was smart and would quickly put two and two together. The charges against him meant a tighter prison—far far away to fit the crime. There would be no end to the river of tears you’d cry, and Joker would be unable to wipe them away.
He had to do something before the transfer paperwork was finalized and any chance at communication vanished. He already wasted enough time mulling it over. No matter the risk, Joker had to let you know.
Joker nodded once to himself before locking eyes with the cop guarding the door. The staring contest was brief given that Gordon made it very clear.
Do not engage with the inmate. Do not let him entice you. Yet Detective Gerard Stephens couldn’t help his eyes from scanning the room and landing on the pathetic clown once more.
His appearance was disheveled with a dark, unchecked aura surrounding him. The hues of purple and green mixed ominously with the dried blood on his hands. Just looking at the freak made the officer’s skin boil. They went through great lengths to nab this clown. Six good men were lying in the morgue and dozens more were in the infirmary, but The Joker looked as if he could care less about the casualties. To him it was just another night.
And that fact was made perfectly clear when Joker opened his mouth. “Mm. I want… my phone call. I want it. I want iT! I want my phone call!”
Did this freak seriously think he deserved that courtesy? Stephens had to take a deep breath to calm his ire. Do not engage with the inmate..
“No.” was his stiff reply. If only that were the end of things.
Joker hated being ignored but good thing he knew how to handle the cops within the GCPD. There was only so much time left before he left his longtime friends in Gotham. Might as well poke at some old wounds as a parting gift.
“Why noT? Every… uh inmate.. gets a phone call. I want mine.” When that didn’t get a response, Joker pulled out all the stops. “How many of your friends have I killed?”
It was small reaction, but officer Stephens cracked and Joker smirked knowing what came next would be a piece of cake. Man, he was gonna miss Gotham.
The Major Crimes unit was a bustle of energy even this early in the morning.
Multiple cops were loitering around handling files, finalizing paperwork, or simply shooting the bull until their shift was up. Many were in full celebration mode—pouring alcohol in their coffee when backs were turned and laughing up a storm.
The Joker was apprehended last night and for once, they had enough dirt to lock him up overseas. There was no way the clown was breaking out of an international prison and so a lively air was felt all around. Promotions were bound to pour in and with it, bonuses for a job well done.
Perhaps it was too premature to celebrate because the cheerful air was sucked clean out the room when Stephens rounded the corner being held hostage by none other than The Joker.
Joker honestly couldn’t hear a thing with everyone screaming at him.
Put it down, take it easy, drop the weapon, let him go now. I got a shot! Drop it on the floor! Put it down, drop the weapon now!
What was he supposed to do first? Eh. He had his own agenda anyways. There was no real need to listen. An officer asked Joker his demands and the room finally plunged into silence.
Everyone waited with bated breath to hear the reasoning behind this daring escape.
“Sorry, what? No. I just… I just want my phone call.” was all Joker said.
It seemed too benign; clearly another stunt to break out of GCPD holding, but all Joker wanted was to send a message to his Light no matter the risk.
The police officers gathered around all exchanged looks of apprehension. What harm was one phone call? The Joker had one of their own by the neck, a bead of blood trickling down Stephens’ neck as the seconds passed.
There was no time to call for backup.
A cop tossed a cell towards Joker, and he caught it one-handed, mock shushing the detective complaining about the pressure on his neck.
For a moment Joker contemplated calling Frost to activate the protocol on his behalf. It would fix the security risk and calm some fears, however. Joker knew if you didn’t hear from him, you’d think the worst and be on suicidal watch by lunchtime.
Joker had to take the risk and phone home himself.
He knew the number by heart and he held eye contact with a cop as the phone rang and rang.
You were still asleep. Silly girl. Joker could picture you patting the bed sheets and rolling your eyes to answer the phone, even if it was an unknown caller at the crack of dawn.
Dating a wanted criminal taught you to always answer unknown callers. 99% of the time it was your J. And this time wasn’t any different. You yawned out a hello and waited for his latest excuse.
Clearly, he was running late and missed welcome home morning cuddles. You had half a mind to scold him, but the tone in Joker’s voice caused a chill to run down your spine.
“Hi.. I left the uhhh Light on at home. Can ya make sure ta turn it off for me?”
“W-What?” You had to stop and remember the correct wordings for secret messages. Joker had drilled so many into your brain it was all so confusing. You feared this one the most.
Lights Out was the second highest security procedure.
When it finally clicked what was happening, Joker heard the wet sob bubbling in your throat. “Yes, I-I’ll turn the lights off.”
“Good that’s.. that’s good. Heh I can’t risk a high Light bill since I’ll be away for a while.”
You read between the lines and bit back a wail.
I’m sorry Bunny but I won’t be coming home for a while. Take care of yourself while I’m gone.
You had to be strong and reply, “How long?”
Joker growled as the cops visibly got impatient. Can’t they give him so time to tell the love of his life he’ll be gone indefinitely?
He won’t get to see your smile the first thing in the morning or kiss you right before bed. He’ll miss your home cooking, the sound of your nails tapping away at your laptop. The sound of your laughter when he made a stupid joke… Joker would miss all the comforts you created and labelled home.
His heart was breaking hearing your muffled sobs on the phone. This was tearing you apart and yet, you were so brave. You had to be for the long days ahead.
Joker wished he had the answer to when he’ll be back. You deserved the truth even if it killed you.
“Dunno. Just.. wait for me, yeah?” Joker hoped that you would. Something about this capture felt permanent.
Everyone was so confident about this international transfer being the end of his career. It wouldn’t be like Arkham Asylum—in for two weeks tops and back into your arms in record time. Who knows how long planning a foreign escape would take. Who knew if he could escape..
That uncertainty was felt through the phone. If Joker didn’t know the answer, then it was virtually impossible.
“Of course. I’ll be here waiting every day. I… I um..” You laughed through the tears, causing Joker to crack a somber smile. After all this time you still couldn't say it.
He didn’t care if the whole precinct was listening. His voice dropped and wrapped you up in soft cashmere. “I know Bun.” I love you too.
A prolonged pause dulled the conversation. You pretended that Joker was lying beside you, and Joker imagined he was holding you close one last time. Saying anything more would be too suspicious (like randomly saying Bun wasn’t eyebrow raising for the already shocked police officers).
Joker was, dare they say, docile with whoever was on the receiving end of the line.
Was he saying goodbye to someone? Surely not, this was The Joker for Pete’s sake! and yet no one dared to rush him off the phone. The scene was too shocking to disturb.
Nevertheless, all good things have to come to an end, and you didn’t get upset that Joker abruptly hung up on you. You knew that he wasn’t alone. He couldn’t say what he truly wished to without outsiders discovering your relation to him.
Joker could never be his true authentic self without others exploiting it. It just wasn’t fair.
He couldn’t even afford a proper goodbye. You sat up in bed for the longest bawling your eyes out. Joker risked your safety to warn you of his upcoming absence.
You had to accept that he would be gone. You knew Joker would do everything in his power to return to your side. Your job was staying strong so he would have something to come home to.
The first order of business was clean-up. You broke the burner phone into pieces and extracted the SIM card before tossing it down the toilet. You watched it swirl, while thoughts of Joker circled your brain in like manner.
The days ahead would be long and trying indeed, and you weren’t entirely sure if you were strong enough to live through them.
His Lighthouse: Plot Holes (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Plot Holes - Oneshot
KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!
Author’s note:
Hello loves! I’m back with a side oneshot. It can be read as a stand alone or taken in the same timeline as the main story. That being said, I would drop this update within the timeline well after the most recent chapter (Losers Aren’t Weepers) since Joker and Y/n are comfortable around each other and have a routine of sorts.
This is however after a key part of the main story that hasn’t happened yet and I challenge anyone to find the Easter egg I added. I love leaving clues around.
As always, enjoy! This is a little snack as I polish up the next chapter update. It’s sitting at 6k and I haven’t added all the scenes I want yet. Let me know if you wish to be added to the taglist when the next chapter drops!
Another dreary day outside meant another day spent in bed.
At least that's the phrase Joker told himself. Gotham City's night sky was split wide open letting buckets of rain dump down onto the crime infested streets with no end in sight. Every giant window in the penthouse offered up the same view no matter the room he went in.
Grey, mucky rain.
Joker wasn't boarding a free train to depression city by staring at the gloomy sight and he wouldn't be caught dead in it either. He'd rather stay wrapped up in a blanket burrito and catch up on some z's. He could really get used to this lap of luxury you spoiled him with.
This mattress was phenomenal and just about every inch of it smelled like you. He couldn't stop burying his nose into the fabric inhaling your intoxicating scent.
Rosemary, lavender, peppermint and some exotic fruit that still eluded him; the cocktail would be his undoing.
The only con was that you weren't in bed with him.
Joker cracked an eye open and patted the spot where you once lay. It was cold to the touch- meaning you had been gone for quite some time and that just wouldn't do! He needed his cuddling partner smothered underneath him. It was the only way he slept peacefully these days.
He was surprised he didn't hear when you left. Joker was a very light sleeper so the fact that you escaped his hold was considered a slap in the face.
Nothing got past him. Would be assassins, trusted allies, Batman and his stupid sidekicks, you name it, Joker heard it and thwarted their plans.
Yet you seemed to do the unthinkable.
Joker scanned the room but didn't find you huddled up on the couch near the electric fireplace or laying down on the cowhide rug with your legs kicking in the air like some kid with a coloring book.
He knew your mannerisms so well by now he wouldn't be surprised if you were coloring on the floor this time of night.
You were an insomniac and Joker hoped you didn't leave the apartment on another stroll like you did the night before last. It was too dangerous to go alone, he told you that a thousand times over, but would you listen?
Absolutely not. You were hardheaded.
Joker groaned to himself and rolled onto his back. You had better be using the bathroom or pacing the hallway again. Or coloring by the numbers in the kitchen.
If he had to put on a disguise and hunt you down to some shady Gotham alleyway again, he shivered in excitement just thinking about your punishment.
Knife play? Denial? Or maybe a good ol' fashioned spanking. Not like you considered that punishment, you loved his hands on you, but Joker was down for anything that could make you scream.
But it wouldn't come to that. He had faith that you kept your behind in the apartment like a good girl.
Unless you were being a brat. It wouldn't be the first time you caught an attitude and defied his orders- and it surely won't be the last.
With that in mind Joker sat up on the edge of the bed and hissed when his bare feet met the cold hardwood floors.
Nights like this he'd rather be nestled in bed with you, not getting up to search the apartment for you.
He couldn't look in your actual bedroom, (he valued his life more than another accidental peek inside) so he checked the bathroom and was making his way to the second guest bedroom when he heard a noise from the hallway.
Too soft to be an intruder but loud enough to get his attention and lower his guard.
Definitely you, doing God knows what at 4am. Joker rounded the corner and found you hunched over on the living room couch.
There was a dim glow illuminating your front but with your back to him he couldn't see you.
He heard a soft moan as your head tipped back. The waterlogged lights from the Fashion District shaded you just right in the violet-aqua tinted room. Your unbound hair fell down your back in ringlets and tangled beauty. He knew it smelled divine; you washed it this morning.
You were a vixen in the shadows kept hidden from his curious gaze. Just what was his Bunny doing that she couldn't do in the bedroom, or better yet, do in front of him?
Joker had an idea and smiled devilishly as he snuck behind you to whisper in your ear. "Need a hand doll?"
He didn't expect you to head butt him in the jaw. That noggin of yours was harder than he thought.
The unexpected contact with something made you turn around and acknowledge Joker rubbing his chin in pain. You gasped and yanked your headphones out of your ear to attempt reaching out for your partner.
"I'm so sorry Joker! I didn't know you were back there! Move your hand, lemme see!"
He batted you away and grumbled to himself as he sat down on the couch. It was then he saw what had you so distracted.
"You left our bed to work? Again?"
"Hmm?" You followed his pointed gaze to your laptop tossed to the side after you realized you hurt Joker.
You grimaced but replied nonetheless. "Yeah. I had another idea and came in here to get it on digital paper but I just can't get the words right."
Joker settled into the couch and discreetly eyed your screen. He knew the rules by now. No peeking no matter how much it pained him. But his curiosity couldn't be suppressed. You dangled candy right in front of a child! Joker was your favorite fan and he was dying to read new material after going so long without anything.
You kept the font impossibly tiny, like Arial size nine tiny, but he could make out a few sentences if he squinted–
You locked your pc with the speed of Flash himself. You arched an eyebrow at his boyish pout.
"I couldn't help myself." Joker whined and stressed his syllables.
He was still in his usual teasing mood despite it being so late, (or was it early?) in the night. Either way you smiled at his face free of both his clown makeup and stress.
It took you forever to adapt to seeing his handsome face without harsh white and red paint in the way. Joker looked as close to normal as a disfigured man could get. His pores had time to breathe and clear up, the heavy bags under his eyes vanished with proper sleep, and his cheeks were full from your generous cooking.
But even with his permanent physical flaws and history he was still perfect in your eyes.
You didn't know you were staring until Joker's face was inches in front of yours. "Whatcha thinkin’ bout my Light?" He glanced down at your lips while biting his own.
You curled your fingers into his fading green locks, he promised he wouldn't dye it while with you, and purred. "What am I thinking?"
Joker caught onto your flirty energy and crowded your space, wanting it all for himself. He was possessive that way.
"Yeah? Tell me, tell meee."
"I was thinking... of how to transition the plot from the rudimentary introduction phase into the hard nitty gritty moral lesson. I'm so stuck on world building that I can't seem to start telling the story properly! I never had an issue with this before but I'm struggling now!"
Joker groaned and pushed you away to rub his face. That's what you were worried about?!
Apparently he voiced his thoughts aloud because you gave him a deadpan stare from your end of the couch.
"Yes Joker, that's what's bothering me. I am an author after all. I don't sit up all night plotting people's murder or a citywide takeover. I think of expositions and run on sentences or about filling in plot holes."
"I thoughT you wanted me to fill another hole of yours." Joker mumbled to himself.
"JOKER!"
He cracked his neck and looked out the window. There were too many rain droplets to count but its constant downpour beat against the window in a soothing tempo.
Tonight's forecast was a heavy downpour with active flood warnings. He was wasting perfectly good cuddle weather to hear you complain about writing.
Times like this he wished you weren't such a perfectionist. You tend to overthink almost everything and give yourself headaches because of it.
"I swear, my dirty mind is rubbing off on you."
He returned his attention to you when you sat up on your elbows in front of him. You didn't notice your provocative position yet and he wasn't complaining.
It was actually his fault you fell backwards with your legs spread open but you didn't have to look at him like that. It's like you were begging for him.
And Joker would gladly give you all of him and then some.
Perhaps you needed a distraction to get your mind off of this writer's block.
He replied to your comment. "And what if you are uh.. ~rubbing~ off on me? Looks to me like you could use a good rub down, to ahh clear your head." Joker's thumb moved in lazy shapes on your ankle, slowly creeping up your calf.
You didn't quite catch onto what he was saying. How could a massage get the creative juices flowing in your head again?
You woke up a little after two am with an idea buzzing in your head. It took forever to wrestle yourself out of Joker's arms and sneak out the bedroom.
By the time you unlocked your laptop and logged into the shared document, the 'burning idea' that woke you up was long gone. You wanted to scream in anger but heaven forbid you woke up your roommate turned lover. He needed his rest more than anything.
Punching the air and having a silent meltdown would have to do.
You refused to go back to bed without an attempt being made so you bunkered down to try and re-envision your dream again and format it into words.
You failed miserably.
Groans of frustration, loud stabs at the backspace key so hard you feared it would break, and two paces around the living room later, Joker found you right as you were about to cry.
Now he was trying to help in that weird non-helpful way of his. Like running his hot hands up and over your knees before jerking you closer to him by your waist.
"J-Joker what're you..?" Your back hit the couch cushion beneath you as Joker hovered above, grinning like the devil.
His shamrock colored eyes practically glowed in the dim room.
"Oh sweetheart. My poor little, overworked, Bunny.. You should know exactly, whaT I'm doing." Joker stressed each word with a kiss or nip onto your skin.
His touch was like electricity, charging you up one touch at a time.
You should've known what he was preparing you for but your mind was so jumbled it didn't put two and two together.
You had worn an old baggy poetry club t-shirt to bed without any pants and it did little to protect you from Joker's fiery hot touch.
His hands always had a way of making you feel small. They dipped and tugged and lowered your inhibitions to new levels in record time. Your gasps caught in your throat but Joker simply smiled as if they were awards to his endeavors.
Perhaps they were; he loved to rile you up and watch as you unraveled. You were his to mold and break and he relished in it.
Joker's mouth came to a halt at your panty line and you whimpered when he hooked his teeth into the band.
"Can't touch my pretty girl with these in the way hmm?"
He slid the soaked garment down and off one leg at a time until you were lying bare awaiting his touch.
You felt Joker's chuckle vibrate off your thighs as he got cozy on the sofa. He then dragged your legs up over his shoulders and groaned at the snack presented to him.
That's when it hit you. What method of distraction Joker was playing at. Those skillful fingers of his that always got the job done, rubbing your..
"Oh my God!" You slapped a hand over your month at the first flick of his tongue.
Lighttt!! I'm so sorry if this is a weird request!
What about joker with a bunny reader? like an actual bunny/human creature. Reactive ears, sensitive tail, etc. i feel like he would EAT that shit up
Please please some headcannons 🙏🫶
Everyone is calling me Light and I'm trying so hard not to cry omg okay! Hey hiiiiiiiiii anon! 🖤✨
Oh boy.. its the return of the pink series.. 🙃 *Chaos shudders*
This is not a weird request my love! Joker? WITH AN ACTUAL BUNNY READER? He would fall down and live anon. Lets get stuck in. "Joker, would you love me if I was a Bunny?"
The day Joker found you, he died a happy man. Its like all his dreams finally came true. He always wanted a bunny and the universe gave him one!
He cherishes you immensely, takes you everywhere because you are the most clingiest thing ever! Which is crazy because you hate people crowding your space and touching you.
You roll your eyes at Joker's goons who try to get your attention and/or play with you. You cuddle up to Joker giving them a glare. Its obvious you will bite them if they bother you any futher.
Joker loves it! He is the only person allowed to touch you, a fact he brags about to anyone who will listen.
Joker ensures your feet never touch the ground. You huff and thump your feet in agitation but he just bops you on the nose and says, "you love it Bunny" you secretly do...
During his loooooong meetings, Joker lets you burrow in the nest of his coats and jackets by the corner. The sun beaming down on your slumbering face, surrounded by Joker's scent. You can sleep anywhere as long as Joker is near. He makes you feel safe.
But the moment a goon speaks up or any sudden loud noise is made, you wake with a start and well.. panic.
Joker has a hard time calming you down. Your ears are on high alert, your eyes darting around frantically searching for the predator your body is telling you is near.
You don't run--a habit Joker thinks is so cute, no you freeze in terror until he lowers himself to your eye level and pats your head. He knows you secretly love head pats even if you jerk away.
Joker learned the hard way that head pats or sweets will stop the panic Bunny mode. That and kisses.. Chaos is trying to keep this sfw.. 😗
That's another thing about his Bunny, you're soooo bratty! Lofty eye rolls, huffs of irritation, those adorable foot thumps, tail twitching in suspense, and your nose!!! Joker loves watching you sniff your surroundings or just involuntarily. Your nose is just too cute!
Joker thanks the universe for letting him meet you. There is never a dull moment now that you're in his life. He's gotten used to the headaches you give him because you may seems like a sweet innocent bunny, but J knows better.
Those big eyes of yours sparkle in warning and like a rocket you shot off, finding mischief anywhere. Joker lets you run wild as you please.
Frost does not get paid enough to watch over your energetic self.
The penthouse is perfectly designed for this chaotic mayhem and all of J's hideouts are remodeled to accommodate you as well.
Anyone knows if Joker is at the hideout, you can't be far, snacking on something sweet, finding something shiny to play with, or taking a nap in J's office. That or running around wild. You always manage to tire yourself out.
Joker can never tell you no. It physically pains him and all the goons knows you have J wrapped around your finger. Joker is absolutely down asunder for his Bunny and you are right where you want to be.
Chaos managed to keep this rated PG.. whew it took a lot out of me 🥴
His Lighthouse: Leap of Faith (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Leap of Faith
series summary:
Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?
chapter summary:
I'll fill this in later alright?
author's note:
Its been almost a year. Chaos is beyond ashamed. Just take this chapter as I break off into a run. Please enjoy omg, I was in the ICU when I did the final edit so if there's any mistakes, please ignore them.
Enjoy!
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For the last few days, you walked on eggshells. Not just around Irenka, but around Joker as well—and rightfully so.
You slipped up and almost said that name to Joker’s face far too many times. The constant slip ups made strolls with him almost unbearable.
The two of you were taking advantage of the solitude—a continent away from the hectic drama you fled Gotham for. You walked around Joker’s childhood home, enjoying the views of the valley as though a weight were lifted from your shoulders. Sadly, the salty ocean breeze wasn’t loud enough to whisk your numerous slips of tongue away.
Joker swore he was hearing things because there was no way you knew that name.
He erased that part of himself, scrubbed it clean out of existence. So well in fact, that even he forgot it at times. Perhaps the nostalgia of being home made him question hearing it.
Years of explosions did quite the number on his hearing. The beginnings of his name was kinda similar to the pseudonym Joker. Any excuse was conjured instead of facing the reality that you knew his biggest secret.
His Light was too naïve to know, yet Joker wondered why you awkwardly laughed and changed the subject after he thought he heard it. Laughing things off was a long-established nervous habit of yours. That and running into solid obstacles. He allowed the former even as he steered you away from the latter.
Joker thought the whole—flown across the world, stranded in a foreign country with absolutely nothing, meeting his mother, and the culmination of being stalked by your rapist ex-boyfriend—finally did you in.
Seriously. You had a lot on your plate to make you act out of sorts. Joker was surprised you hadn’t snapped. Just another testament to your resilience.
No. This switch-up was different, perhaps because it was how you addressed him. Joker had a handful of nicknames for you. Princess, sweet girl, doll, or his all-time favorite; Bunny; just to name a few. Using your actual name was a rarity, whereas you were forced to call him Joker.
You didn’t have any other alternative. If you were in a good mood, you shortened his title to J. So naturally he noticed when you began to hesitate saying Joker altogether.
You could barely look him in the eye without your ears burning up. You never stumbled saying it before.. so why the sudden hesitation now?
Surely, he was overthinking things. Either you were hiding something or he was going crazier, which was also a strong possibility.
Joker wished you stop keeping secrets from him. The two of you were in too deep—been through too much, to not trust each other. Though, Joker could point some blame on your sorry, good-for-nothing ex.
Trust was impossible to give, and love was not even a concept in your mind to fathom. Whenever Joker gained two steps ahead, something always landed him three steps backward.
That ex of yours made you insecure. He made you utterly clueless about romance and far too petrified to even try. And still, Joker wanted you. Loving you was a never-ending battle, and Joker became a loyal soldier as time went on.
He vowed to pick up the pieces that made up your heart—and oh, was it a labor of love. Totally worth it, despite you reverting to factory settings during the journey here.
The other day was a prime example of your strange behavior. You butchered the syllables of J’s name once again.
“Can we visit your haven again um.. Ja-um J-J-Joker?” you wobbled in his too big wellies and Joker naturally grabbed ahold of your arm, lest you tumble straight into the mud.
He armed you with thick woolen socks, an old puffer coat, and a random hat found around the cottage; and still, you fought with the weather and lost. He smiled fondly at the pitiful sight.
The current path became more uneven with march the closer to the shoreline. Joker did his best to watch you like a hawk and hover whenever you stepped wearily ahead. All the trails here were tricky for non-natives although long walks (and trips to his secret island) seem to do your mind some good…or so Joker thought.
He was wise enough to notice your mood lifted whenever you were away from Irenka. To think he brought you here to de-stress..
Joker could only force a smile and watch you overthink yourself into an early grave. “Sure, Bun. Watch your uhh.. fooTing.”
You used staring at the terrain to avoid his eye.
You didn’t know long you could fool this man! Knowing Joker’s real name was eating you alive. This was bigger than opening Pandora’s box. His name tasted bittersweet on your tongue. You needed for it to escape, or it would consume you whole.
If only you didn’t know it. Ignorance was truly bliss.
Irenka tried to backtrack and deny ever speaking it into existence; unfortunately, you heard her loud and clear. There was no going back after learning the truth.
She spat out insults and threats in Slovak as she bustled around the kitchen. You swallowed your soup and did an exceptional job of blending into the background. You were good at keeping quiet during arguments. Old habits truly die hard.
In the meantime. You noticed Joker took after his mother in more ways in one.
J perfected his sinister aura to an art; Irenka was the creator.
Feeling those pale green eyes of hers stare into your soul, unnerved you greatly. You were an unwelcome outsider—a destroyer of worlds. You didn’t need a translator to know what she hissed under her breath each time you walked by. The message was well received.
You knew Joker’s deepest darkest secret and that made you the ultimate threat. One word and you could uproot the life he worked so hard to erase.
Jack.
The simplicity of it brought a smile to your face. It fit him so perfectly. Strong and absolute, not the least bit common in your eyes. Jack was grounding to your soul. Jack just felt right.
You wanted nothing more to say it aloud, to Jack. To look into those emerald eyes and utter his real name and finally let his truth dwell in the space he crafted for the both of you. What would it sound like falling from your lips? Would hearing it bring a smile to his face? Were you ready to take that final leap of faith and embrace this relationship?
Sadly, you weren’t supposed to know his name in the first place! You weren’t sure the outcome if you suddenly said Joker’s government name out of the blue.
Joker was a wanted criminal across the world. No one, not even the world’s greatest detective, knew J’s identity. You could destroy Joker with one word and here you were carrying the full weight of it lodged in your throat.
The pressure to spill was getting to you mentally and emotionally. Each time the truth almost tumbled out, Irenka’s glare forced you into silence.
The three of you sat at the table breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Joker and Irenka talking in Slovak while you poked your food in trained submission. J tried to invite you into the conversation every odd sentence or two, but he failed to see Irenka’s warning glare out of his peripheral.
You didn’t dare speak. Her eyes forbade you to. One wrong word and you could ruin everything.
In Irenka’s eyes, you already proven yourself the enemy. She saw how her son doted on you. You had Joker wound so tightly around your finger, he made himself into a literal fool.
Bringing you here was reckless. There was no guarantee that you weren’t followed. Joker sacrificed too much to keep this land hidden—to keep those that lived here safe, and he spat on that vow the moment he let you in.
As if she would be nice to you. Not when your very presence threatened so much.
Meanwhile, Joker pointedly ignored the bad blood in the air. He wanted the two most important women in his life to get along. Somehow.
You love to cook, so does matka; so, every morning he nudged you into the kitchen with an encouraging smile. Irenka forced you out with a cleaver each time. You saw her knife work on the dinner table. No thank you, you were not getting caught up like that.
Joker thought the two of you cooked meals together. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth. Not when pale green narrowed into slits over his head.
“I dare you to say something.”
You didn’t. Not when you could tell Joker was happy to be home. Why be a jerk and sully his homecoming?
You noticed how relaxed his shoulders were, how he easily spoke his native tongue even after years of speaking English. One time, you caught him laughing with Irenka in the greenhouse. His smile was so carefree, you never seen him like that..
Was this the real Joker? The one you weren’t allowed to know?
And how were you to know this true version of him when you were constantly responsible for his misery? You clearly gave him enough to stress over. He looked so happy without you. Perhaps..
Just the thought caused a sharp pain in your chest.
Why did Joker bring you here anyway? This was supposed to be your escape from stress, but this trip only highlighted how much better Joker’s life was without you in it. Irenka’s hatred seemed justified once you gave it some thought.
Maybe you’d do everyone a favor and leave. Until you could find out how, you distanced yourself.
You didn’t speak at the table. You gave short answers and nods whenever Joker spoke to you. You purposefully took walks alone. It was for the best to lay low until you could sneak off and run.
Thankfully Joker was a smart man. His sixth Y/n sense that always creeped you out with the way he noticed everything about you—down to the tiniest detail was tingling. He took pride knowing his Light. If something were amiss, he would know.
And all it took was one sigh. Granted it took him a few days to identify it; Joker knew that sigh from anywhere. It was shaky and watery. Born from a monumental load of stress, that single sound told Joker so much.
He looked at you differently that morning. Irenka kept rambling about harvest ready crops in the greenhouse, but Joker’s full attention was on his Bunny.
You weren’t eating. Your head was down to hide the puffy remnants of tears. You had bitten your nails to nubs. And more importantly, you looked ready to run.
“Talk to me.”
The room fell silent. Irenka stopped mid-sentence to stare at J. He wasn’t talking to her. His gaze was fixed on you. Of course it was.
Her eyes snapped to you. You were practically curled up in your seat pushing scrambled eggs around the plate. You hadn’t eaten a bite.
Having everyone’s attention made you burrow further into your shell—even more so when Joker exhaled through his nose.
Joker didn’t think; he simply acted. The wooden legs of your chair creaked loudly across the floor and masked the sound of your startled yelp.
Before you could say a word, emerald green flooded your view. Joker scooted you so close that you could see flecks of gold shimmering in his eyes. Your brain naturally short circuited at the sight.
“Hovoril som s tebou!”
Joker didn’t bother glancing at Irenka as he responded, “Well. I’m talking to Y/n now.”
He then rested his hand on the backrest, caging you into the seat. You jumped at the close contact and looked away.
“Hm, I think we’re well past you being afraid of me.” he droned on, leaning in closer.
You tried to speak, yet no words escaped. Joker hummed to himself while scanning your face for clues. You feared what he’d find.
“We can do this the err.. ea-Zzzy way where you tell me what’s wrong. Orrrr. Mm, you’ll love this one. I’ll make you tell me.”
You gulped, hearing his voice drop an octave.
Leave it to Joker to resort to violence. You weren’t sure if he’d go easy on you simply because he liked you. The cold jade drilling holes into your head told you J was not in a laughing mood.
Irenka said something offhand and Joker stiffened, watching you flinch. You auto translated the jab and reacted accordingly. He hated seeing pain swallow up your beauty.
He felt like an idiot for not noticing sooner.
You found yourself caught up in a whirlwind. Joker picked you up and carried you out of the kitchen so fast, neither you nor Irenka had time to protest. He didn’t stop until you were placed on his bedroom dresser with the upmost care.
The quick flight gave you some time to build up a defense—yet Joker kissed away all thought from your frontal lobe.
Gods, you missed this. When was the last time Joker kissed you properly? The feeling of his scarred lips dancing with yours was unlike any other. It was though a spell took hold and time ceased to exist. You wrapped your arms around Joker’s neck and sank further into a stupor.
He drew the kiss to a close by resting his forehead against yours. “Did she say something to you? Is it something I did? Y/n, you’re scarin’ me.”
You were scaring Joker? The mere idea seemed impossible, but he proved it true when he maneuvered your hand to rest over his heart. The thundering beat pounded against your palm. The lump in your throat grew bigger.
“C’mon doll. It better not be that f__king Italian that’s got you stressed. I brought ya here to relax. Now, it can’t be meeee.. unless.” Joker stopped to sneak in another kiss. You melted so quickly into it that he chuckled.
“Yeah, definitely noT me, soooo that leaves the Devil downstairs. I don’t care if she’s matka. If she hurt my Light, I’ll kill her.”
You were speechless. Joker looked unfazed by his words.
“Y/n. Work with me here, please?”
You broke after hearing please come from Joker. This man must’ve been desperate to use that word. He was showing sheer dedication towards this relationship—now it was time to return the favor.
Days’ worth of insecurities and stress rushed to the surface. You didn’t spare a single detail of abuse. If Joker didn’t care about Irenka, why should you? You had no qualms about throwing her under the bus and you did so with gusto.
The room grew silent as your words processed inside Joker’s mind.
During your rant, he took to rubbing erratic shapes onto your thighs with his thumbs. The physical contact was grounding, (much to Joker’s surprise) so it came as a shock hearing his response.
“Wanna leave?”
Your neck nearly snapped glancing up, “Huh?”
“I said… do you.. wanT to leave? We can stay at my uhhh... other place. It’s a bittt more remote if that bothers ya.”
Screw the locale. Your mind was reeling with the fact Joker had multiple properties for you to choose from. The assumption that he owned the entire valley was starting to become plausible.
“No.. no.. that’s too much. I mean.. I-Irenka enjoys your company. You rarely get to visit her, am I right?”
Joker didn’t share the fact he came to visit his mother every summer. You didn’t need to know everything about his life. Some things remained in the dark for a reason.
Although, Joker knew his Bunny was ever curious. You constantly needed a diversion to lead you away from danger.
“Tell ya what doll. Let’s hit the towns, just you ‘n me! That’ll clear up this pretty little head of yours. Oh, come on. I can tell my city girl is itching to get out. Aren’t ya going through uhh technology withdrawals?”
Now that Joker mentioned it… you lost count how many days since you last held a cell phone.
Wi-Fi. You don’t know her.
J whisked you out of GothCon with nothing to your name. All you had was the clothes on your back and the mountain of dread that sat atop of it.
You whined just thinking about the billions of notifications on your device. Joker smirked, knowing his distraction worked. Anything to get your mind off of what happened downstairs.
For once in his life, Joker did not plan. He snuck into GothCon to offer moral support—not knowing he would be flying you across the world. There was no time to pack when you were seconds away from a panic attack. Joker’s instincts kicked in and his mission; protect and serve. Secure your safety at any cost. He didn’t think of anything else.
He was starting to regret his decision bringing you here.
The last contact with the outside world was during the plane exchange in Vienna. Joker wasn’t lying when he said no one knew how to get to this remote region. Seclusion was vital for a man like him, and he went to great lengths to acquire it.
He bought out the government to keep this region barred from official maps. The territory appeared as the endless wilderness of northern Slovakia on any map. Not even listed as a national park, should any dumb tourist stumble off a trail and find his domain.
Revealing that you, Irenka, and Joker were the only human beings for hundreds of miles would send you into a state. The less you knew the better. Though, if his Bunny wanted technology, Joker would prep for the long journey ahead to get it.
A major inconvenience, not like he’d ever tell you. If Joker got his way, naïve little you would think the area was easily accessible and well populated.
Which led him back to your latest rant. You were still at it..
“I can’t believe I ran out of GothCon like that. Ughhh I can only imagine what people are saying about it online. Poor Cindy must think I’m dead, again, and my reputation! Honestly, at this rate, I should just switch genres and write my own murder mystery novel. I’m so ruined..”
Great heavens above. One of these days you were going to overthink yourself into a stroke or something. Joker wanted to shake you by the shoulders for being so self-sabotaging.
He settled for grabbing your hands before they could destroy your hair.
“Stop. Just. Stop.Y/n. Leave the think-ing to me. Gotham City? Does not exist. You aren’t a best-selling author. You’re uhh.. on vacation! sooo do noT think about him or her. It’s just meeeee and pretty little you.”
Joker cupped your face to sear the words into your brain. He never looked more serious than in that moment.
You could tell J was waiting for a reply, but you couldn’t speak. His hands were squishing your cheeks together in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“Ou promi?” you managed to say.
Joker dramatically gasped. “Bun, I am offended! I have you know, I’m a man of my worrrd.” He then attacked your face with kisses. You reacted accordingly with a fit of laughter.
There she is, Joker thought. He knew you were still in there, just buried underneath all the stress of your past. One day he would set you free.
A final kiss was placed on your lips before Joker leaned away, “So! We gotta hike to the road, take a looooong ride to town so my sweet girl can get a phone and some clothes to wear! As much as I loooooove you wearin’ my old things. Hm.”
Joker’s wandering eye made you turn red in the ears. The way this man looked at you had yet to be studied.
“OOHH! I can’t forget about your precious Wi-Fi for the err.. doom scrolling I know you’re gonna do.” J added.
You scrunched up your nose. How did he always know exactly what you were thinking? Regardless if he was right, he didn’t have to call you out like that.
“For your information, I wanna contact Cindy so she doesn’t launch a search party. If she hasn’t already. Oh, and to tell my parents that I’m okay. I don’t want them to worry.”
Joker watched as you wrung your lip. Bizarre, he thought, how fretting over the opinions of others worked you up.
You had a close relationship with your parents, a stark contrast to his own. He could never understand the reasoning behind keeping them updated at your big age. You were an only child, maybe that was the case? Well—his matka wasn’t so protective of him and he oftentimes went years without contact with the woman. Still, J respected your wishes despite not understanding them. If you wanted to contact your parents, he’d make it possible.
He couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling at the thought of a search party. Like he’ll ever let that happen. “They won’t find ya. Off the maP, remember?”
Like you needed a reminder. “Yeah, thanks. That totally helps my anxiety, J.” you grumbled.
You shuddered at the reality you were in the middle of nowhere with not one, but two psychopaths. This was the stuff straight out of slasher flicks. Should anything happen to you..
“Glad to help!” Joker said brightly. He pushed you away and righted your balance on reflex when you went flailing backwards. “Hehe whoops. Go on and wash up. I’ll uh get things ready.”
Joker helped you down from the dresser and watched as you disappear into the en-suite bathroom. His Bunny was slowly thawing out but that spark would not last if his mother were still in the picture.
Joker’s smile—the one he reserved just for you—vanished the second the bathroom door closed. It wouldn’t take long to prep for a trip into town; a shower would occupy you long enough for Joker to speak with the devil downstairs.
She was exactly where he left her, grumbling to herself as she cleaned up the morning breakfast you and Joker deserted. Twin pairs of green eyes clashed the moment Joker’s feet stepped off the landing.
Irenka scoffed under her breath and continued to clear the table. Of course she would make things difficult. Joker was used to this behavior from her. He would have to strike first to gain the upper ground.
Joker sighed before using his native tongue to address his mother.
“Killing you would upset Y/n. I suggest thanking her for keeping you alive.”
Sharper words soon followed. “You do all this for that.. that girl?”
Joker was glad Irenka chose her words carefully. If some other word was used against you, he’d snap. He reminded himself to be civil for your sake. No need to spill blood so early in the day. You would freak out if he committed murder under the same roof as you. That courtesy helped him reply accordingly.
“You did less for father and see where that led you.”
The comment seemed to hit a nerve for Irenka dropped all the plates into the sink with a crash. She spun on her heel and exploded in a flurry of tongue.
“You are fool for bringing her here! She will hurt you just like he did!”
“Y/n is nothing like that man, so don’t ya ever compare them again. She’s been miserable these past few days all because you hate her! That’s the kind of woman she is. My Light should be relaxing, not falling into some depression because of your—”
“She has you wrapped around her finger.” Irenka hissed.
“I tied myself there!” Joker shouted, “Willingly. I can leave her anytime I want and trust me. I tried. I crawled right back, begging her to love me. So ya see? I am noT like you.”
His words filled the tense air while Irenka paused to really get a look at her son.
The many years overseas transformed him into a man she did not recognize. Stress was clearly visible along his face and there was a peculiar flame flickering within his eyes. It reminded Irenka much of her younger self and that spelled nothing but trouble.
If Joker was her carbon copy, then he too would fall victim to the same mistakes she once made. Why couldn’t he see that you were a wolf in sheep’s clothing waiting for the right moment to strike?
All Irenka could do was shake her head at the fool standing before her.
“Yes. Yes, you are. You will make same mistakes I made. Just you wait.”
It was like talking to a brick wall. Joker was at his wit’s end. “I finally have a chance at happiness, and you scare her away.”
“You think she’s happiness? Fine! Go! Be a fool! When she shows you her true self, do not come back.”
Her son was too blinded to see the truth. If he was foolish enough to let a woman undermine him, then so be it. Fate would deal with him.
She washed her hands of the conversation and returned to the sink full of broken dishes. Always one for having the last word, Irenka muttered aloud, “As if she loves you. You are a monster just like your—”
Crack.
Joker was stunned by the sight before him.
You appeared out of nowhere and slapped his mother across the face. He blinked in tandem with Irenka who held her burning cheek in a mixture of horror and disgust. You were seething with rage and all of it was directed at matka.
Never mind how you knew what Irenka said. Monštrum was obvious to your English ear to summarize what was being said. How dare she say that to her own son?
Joker was elated to hear your long forgotten Blüdhaven accent make a cameo.
“Girl, have you looked in a mirror lately? You is the last one to talk calling him a monster.”
You spun around to dote on J after saying your piece. There was a dumbstruck look on his face; her words must’ve burrowed deep to invoke such a response. It pained you to see a man like Joker reduced to this.
You cupped Joker’s face, “Don’t listen to her. You are not a monster.”
“Uhh yeah I am.”
You frowned at the way J tried to laugh off the abuse. It proved this behavior was the norm between him and Irenka. You couldn’t imagine your own mother being so cruel. There was no cultural barrier or form of misunderstanding; Irenka was straight up in the wrong and you refused for J to take the blame.
“Oh, so now I’m a liar?” you countered. Joker tried pulling away, but you quickly put a stop to that. “J.. stop. Hey, look at me!”
Jade eyes widened before being obedient to your demand. Joker was shocked you used his own manipulation tactic against him. Let alone that it worked.
What a perfect way to show Irenka just how far gone he was. He swallowed audibly and held onto your every word. Screw being wrapped around your finger, being poisoned was a better description of his affliction.
He was so obsessed with you it was downright pathetic.
You were locked in a heated argument with his mother—the logistics of it didn’t matter. All Joker knew was that you were fire hot and defending him like a bloodhound. He would jerk off to this possessive side of you later. For now.. Joker let you guide him out of the kitchen towards the front door, all while hurling insults at his so-called parent over your shoulder.
When he heard that distinct sigh of yours—only then did he come to his senses. “Are ya alright, Bun?”
You did so well standing up to his mother, it seemed surreal now that it was over. After years of verbal abuse, having someone defend him was liberating.
He could handle anything hurled his way except for that one word. Monštrum. It was a trigger for him. So imagine you, Joker’s Light, swooping in to dismiss those accusations so effortlessly. You were truly a goddess in Joker’s eyes.
But even a celestial being requires reassurance. The adrenaline was wearing off, and regret was settling into your bones.
You stood near the front door visibly shaking as the last five minutes came rushing back to you. “Oh my God, I just…”
Joker swept you into an embrace. “Shhh, you were amazing.”
You tried to interject, (because let’s be honest, yelling at your partner’s mother was grounds for a breakup) Joker just shushed you while pushing your head into his chest.
“We’re leaving. Right. Now.”
Maybe it was for the best that you fell asleep during the ride into town. Joker swore you didn’t miss anything. You begged to differ.
Taking in the foreign landscape of Joker’s home country was something you could never grow tired of. The land was breathtaking with a mysterious wonder in the breeze. The region was cold—colder than Gotham City—so you kept a wool blanket tightly around your person as Joker drove further into the unknown.
You had yet to see any signs of life. Joker made mention there was about an hour left of travel to go, and that was after you took a generous nap. You avoided thinking of how remote Joker’s other abode was if nature happened to be the only thing around for miles.
Finally, a picturesque town broke through the tree line and into view. You sat up, eyes wide at the green and red roofs that dotted the landscape. At last; civilization.
Joker helped you out of the vehicle as you took in Žilina.
You didn’t know where to look first. Church towers and the beautiful snowcapped mountains beyond made for the perfect postcard. It was midday and chimneys puffed out plumes of smoke, and you breathed in the promise of freshly baked goods and sweets.
Joker quickly donned a face mask before clasping his hand with yours. The abrupt contact sent a jolt through your body, and he eyed you sideways for it.
“Stay by my side mkay? Don’t want ya wanderin’ off.”
You relaxed before gushing over his protective nature. Joker kept you flush to his side as the path opened up and merged with the general public. People from all walks of life were going about their business so carefree. In no way was this area of town crowded like Gotham, although you could see why Joker was concerned.
Everything was new, loud, exciting, and a bit overwhelming. Some roads split off into small cobblestones alleyways and others into tight corridors. The tiniest car you ever seen somehow drove down a street at an alarming speed. The sight baffled the brain.
It was easy to become disoriented and lose yourself.
The roles reversed and now Joker was the guard dog. He sure looked the part wearing all black, his green eyes subtly surveying the surroundings for danger. This country was far too remote for your troubles to follow you, so it got you thinking as to what could have Joker on alert.
You decided to be a bit cheeky in your inquiry, “Ooooh? You got some old beef here I should worry about?”
“Something like that.” Was Joker’s cryptic reply.
You wisely shut up, knowing that he very well did. This was The Joker after all. He made a name for himself that struck fear in the hearts of many.
For instance, he locked eyes with people on the street. Some nodded in passing; others did the same but did a double take as if they recognized Joker by his eyes alone. They averted their gaze and picked up the pace.
Yeah.. J definitely has a reputation here; one you did not wish to learn firsthand.
More cars sped pass as you and Joker strolled further into the city. The streets were full of life and color. Shop signs and banners written in Slovak displayed their wares and the trees, although barren due to the current season, neatly lined the sidewalks. Not a speck of liter decorated the ground as people biked, walked, and enjoyed their day.
And the people! You hadn’t seen the public in days which had you thinking.
If this was a major city, again, how remote was Joker’s other house? You foolishly fell asleep during the ride into town and failed to gauge your surroundings. How many hours separated you from civilization should you need to run? Where was the nearest airport? Just how far in the mountains were you? Always one to plan an out, you nudged J.
“Where is this other house? Does it at least have a fridge?”
If Joker knew what you were alluding to, he didn’t show it. His signature hum started off his response as he continued walking. “It’s not that off the grid, Bun. Fridge, stove, fantastic views. Peace aaaaand quieT. Its uhh.. near the island I showed ya.”
You knew the one. Joker shared his own safe haven with you day one.
If you closed your eyes, you could still see it. A dense fog rolling across the clearing where tall trees and the snowy mountains loomed in the distance. Absolute silence unlike you’ve ever experienced. The hallowed grounds held an ominous aura and yet, you felt so safe there. It provided a place to hide, a place to just be yourself and to think.
That carved out island seemed so isolated from the rest of the world and yet, it wasn’t far from the main house and subsequently, this city. You would never get your bearings straight on how to get from one location to another. The region was just too vast for you to map out.
You just had to accept the fact you were stranded in this country until Joker deemed it appropriate to leave.
On the other hand. Joker was an excellent tour guide. As he walked, he pointed out certain shops and attractions that might interest you.
There was a two-story library with a giant oak tree stretching taller than the roof. He promised to take you there when you drooled at the endless stacks visible from the front window. A packed bakery oozing the same inviting scent from earlier, beckoned you in. Ancient stone seemed to be the builder’s choice of material, as the city had an ethereal design that you wanted to capture for a new book.
The streets were filled with magic, at least in your eyes they were. Joker hardly cared to stop and smell the roses. He did halt in front of a white brick structure that boasted an iron sign above that depicted, obchod.
Although you couldn’t read the sign, upon opening the door, you knew exactly where Joker led you to. You stood frozen at the entrance. Each textile therein was handcrafted works of art.
Joker smirked as you wandered inside as if in a trance. You were going to be here a while.
A traditional skirt caught your eye. Then a gorgeous Maastricht colored shirt, and right next to it was the prettiest embroidery you’ve ever seen. You were overwhelmed in the best way. Nothing in this store was plain, and you wanted to try on everything in spite of it all.
You jumped, feeling Joker nuzzle into your neck from behind, “Get what-e-ver ya want, Princess.” He kissed just below your jawline before turning away to speak to the salesperson.
More foreign dialogue spilled from Joker’s lips. It still surprised you that he spoke another language and so fluently. It slipped so naturally from J that it made you question everything you thought you knew about him. These frequent reminders proved that you didn’t know Joker at all, and that fact hit hard.
Joker had so many faces that you would never see the real one. You ducked your head and eyed a sunflower colored dress more closely.
Across the store, two people were engaged in conversation.
“Who is this girl? Very beautiful, no?” Hana said, nodding at you. None the wiser, you held the dress to your person while posing in a nearby mirror.
J never brought anyone home, so seeing a woman with him came as a total surprise. She was dying to know your relationship to J.
Hana knew Jack when he was still wet behind the ears and she never seen him so smitten. His eyes did not stray as you made your way through the boutique picking out clothes.
There was a glimmer in your eye, akin a kid in a candy store, that J thoroughly enjoyed. Each time you stumbled across something new, you let out a squeal. Your hands were ever so careful touching the merchandise. Each item was precious and you bestowed it respect as you combed through the selection.
Joker almost forgot about Hana’s comment he got so caught up staring. “She’s a curious one, isn’t she? Like a rabbit.” he hummed.
Hana shot Jack a deadpan glare. That’s not what she asked, although it was a cue to stop prying. Anyone could tell you were Joker’s girl. And for you to have a man like Joker utterly smitten, you were definitely a keeper.
She glanced at you again with a knowing smile. “I have a perfect outfit for her. Wait here.”
Hana hobbled off to retrieve it, leaving Joker behind to watch over you affectionately. You made it to the accessories and held up a pair of earrings for Joker to see.
“Are these real?!” You never seen precious stones shine so brilliantly. They were heavy in your palm and clattered softly when knocked together. Joker did say to get anything you wanted.
You held them up to your ear—already imagining an outfit that could work well with them.
The woman J was chatting with appeared with a bundle of fabric in her arms. She gestured for you to take it—understanding Slovak was unknown to you. Despite the language barrier, the two of you gushed over the dress until she got, “Try! Try!” across to you.
You hesitated, still wearing the clothes Joker lent you to wear during your stay. Today was rather warm by Slovakian standards so you got away with thick pants and an old flannel over a sweater. Knowing each item was Joker’s made you flustered, although you had nothing else to wear.
You were ready to get into something your size for a change. However, you would sorely miss Joker’s flannel. It smelled absolutely divine.
Hana stood next to Joker once more, idly filling him in on your cute attempts at conversation while you darted off to change.
Hana thought you mannerable and bright too for learning how to say thank you correctly on the second try.
Such a sweet girl. Jack had done well for himself since he left the country. She playfully swatted his arm before speaking, “Good girl, you do right by her, syn. I still have my wits to beat you.”
Joker rubbed at the area hit. The old woman had heavy hands, and he knew she would enjoy beating some sense into him if given the chance. Joker shuddered thinking back on the years of tough love from Hana. She was more of a motherly figure than his biological one, to the point that he cared and respected Hana more.
Still, the old girl must be senile because what did she mean, ‘do right by you?’ Please. He would burn the world for you and Hana knew it. She knew firsthand the lengths Joker would go for the people he loved.
Her words were merely a formality. Surprisingly, Joker nodded in reply, “Yes matka. Say. Do ya have—”
At that moment, you returned from the fitting room and Joker’s question died on his tongue.
You were smoothing the fabric down, looking quite bashful. Honestly, you were fussing over nothing.
Hana’s choice fit you like a dream. The dress was long to keep you warm against the harsh cold, but your curves shown through by the natural waistline outlined in embroidery. The sleeves were lantern shaped, and when you spun, the skirt’s fabric flared in structured pleats.
Joker had gone oddly silent. Hana chuckled under her breath.
It was Hana’s turn to fuss, pointing out intricate details while she bedighted you with essentials vital for the current weather. You felt the warmth soothe you with each layer she added.
The dress was traditional in style, but the gloves and heeled boots Hana fitted you with were modern. Then came the cherry on top. A beautiful mink coat carefully draped over your shoulders.
Not even the Gotham City elite had mink this authentic. It was perfect for traipsing around the snow-capped mountains while also looking straight off somebody’s runway.
You were finally in something your size. Hana helped you pick out more clothes—you did not know how long your stay in Slovakia would be. By the way Joker was acting, he didn’t seem ready to leave.
She taught you how to dress accordingly for cold mornings before fretting over finding a hat that could fit over your bountiful curls. You trotted along behind her still in awe of the coat snug around your body. It didn’t have a price tag, (nothing in the store did) and you knew what that meant.
Joker was about to drop some bands on you. Speaking of..
Joker watched you shop about with an odd smile that made butterflies swarm inside your stomach. It was unhealthy the way this man made you feel. Just one look had you acting like a schoolgirl. Months into this affair and you still weren’t used to his brand of affection.
Hours passed and it felt like Hana sold you a new wardrobe. There was so much that she shooed you and Joker out with the promise that the purchases would be delivered to Joker’s post by the day’s end.
You stopped trying to steal a peek at the invoice J shoved into his pocket. There were more pressing matters at hand.
Like, the man has his own post? Your bunny like ears were standing on end, though Joker offered no explanation. At this point, it was dumb to expect one.
You wanted to know how deliveries worked around here! Surely it wasn’t top secret. Joker caught you pouting and flicked you on the nose.
You’d find out somehow.
The afternoon sun forced you out of the fur coat as you and Joker ventured deeper into the city. Joker was glad there was one less layer that kept him from seeing you all dolled up. His Light could make anything look phenomenal. He had plenty to thank Hana for.
One for highlighting your beauty, and two for coaxing you out of your shell.
Just a few hours in the city and you were far more relaxed than you’d been in days. He was glad to see you somewhat back to normal.
Fresh air was all his Bunny needed.
Over time the city buildings became more clustered together and foot traffic increased. You started to see the true city reveal itself. People sat on outdoor terraces, sipping coffee and enjoying light conversations outside businesses. Chatter in the streets began stacking up. You gathered it was the lunch hour, for the atmosphere picked up tempo as people grabbed bites to eat and moved about.
There were less frightful glances at Joker and more mutual indifference whenever he passed. You got the feeling you stepped into his turf, and you tried your best to keep your head down lest trouble find you. It had a habit of finding you in any situation, peaceful or not.
Joker guided you into a local electronic store where a patron about your age was sitting at the counter reading the paper.
Their eyes flickered over the top and wisely averted after catching sight of Joker. You looked away when their gaze scanned over you appraisingly.
He arched an eyebrow but said nothing. Instead, a thick accent said something to Joker. It wasn’t Slovak—which made you blink incessantly.
Just how many languages did this clown speak? Whatever the dialect, you gathered it was a curt greeting because J grumbled back a response before he waltzed up to the electronics on display, and helping himself to whatever.
Joker had to have some unspoken agreement with the owner. You were appalled as J grabbed two phones and a tablet, tearing them open from their boxes, before nodding for you to follow him out.
That is until he stopped in his tracks and snatched two SIM cards from the owner who held them out for J to take. The transaction—if one could call it that—barely lasted three minutes.
Your eyes darted from J’s retreating form to the shop owner who didn’t spare you a glance. They turned the page of their paper while you stood there processing the scene.
What just happened.
Joker poked his head back into the shop and had the nerve to look at you in confusion.
“Bun, whaddya doing? The uhh.. inT-err-neT café is this way.”
He just walked in and took these people’s stuff. Just like that. Sweet baby Jesus, Joker was an international threat because how did someone get robbed peacefully? The owner didn’t even put up a fight.
You shook your head and was about to leave when the shop owner’s voice halted your steps.
“Buďte opatrní, je nebezpečný.” he said. You drew a blank that prompted him to translate, “Be careful, he’s dangerous,” in broken English.
Well. Duh. He just robbed you in broad daylight dude.
Your face must’ve said as much. The man returned to his paper thus ending the one-sided chat.
That was dumb, you thought. If only he knew Joker was the safest person in your life these days. The thought of him warning you about Joker made you roll your e/c eyes.
This was not the first time (nor would it be the last) that someone tried to give you advice. If you had a dollar for each time it happened, you could fund your own book to movie adaptation and not have to bother Bruce.
Woah.
What a random thought that was.
You couldn’t remember the last time Bruce danced across your brain. That was a closed chapter in your life. He wasn’t your concern anymore—and hadn’t been for ages—so why did your brain drag him out of the depths?
The mountains were getting to you or something. Maybe the altitude? Joker didn’t want you thinking about those things. You were on vacation. You would face reality when you returned to Gotham. If you returned. Žilina was steadily growing on you.
The vista was breathtaking; the air was crisp and healing. If you re-established yourself to the internet, you might consider staying indefinitely.
Would Joker consider letting you stay here? Was it too selfish to invade his secret private life and make it your own? Yes, it was. Irenka would make sure of that. There was no way Irenka would let you know peace.
You perished the thought of Žilina being home as you stepped outside.
The sun blinded you until you blinked back the harsh rays. A busy crowd and a strong gust of cold wind greeted you. You could really use that mink coat right about now. And that’s when your heart sank to your stomach.
Joker was nowhere in sight.
You looked left then right, and left again but there wasn’t a speck of green to be found. No dark shadow looming over your shoulder. No guard dog awaiting your command. No familiar face in this bustling plaza.
Where did Joker sneak off to that fast? Now you understood the phrase, ‘gone in sixty seconds.’ And that’s when it really hit you. You were a foreigner with no documentation, no form of communication, lost in a non-English speaking country.
If you weren’t a ball of nerves, you would have stopped and thought things through like the educated woman you are. Alas, you did the one fatal mistake characters do in horror movies.
You didn’t stay put. Nope, you started walking—trying to find your way back to Hana’s shop on your own.
It was just a stroll away or maybe a few turns down that street, or did you miss the corner already? Nothing looked familiar—as if it ever would.
This was your first time in this city, and you were foolish to wander off thinking you knew the way. Even with your good memory, you were going in circles. Gods, you really were acting like a blonde in a slasher flick. Why didn’t you stay put and let Joker find you?
Some bodyguard he was for losing his precious Light. Now was not the time to point fingers, you would yell at J once you managed to reunite with him and that seemed to be a monumental task.
Every time you stopped for directions, the second people realized you only spoke English, they shook their heads and walked off saying what you assumed was an apology.
Okay… people weren’t as friendly here as you thought. You ignored the fact you stuck out like a sore thumb this deep in the residential district. You looked the part of a lost tourist who wandered down the beaten path. Situations like this look so much easier in movies, you mused.
You felt like an idiot miming for help to passerby who only offered pitiful smiles. They couldn’t help you but geez it was humiliating. Now was not the time to cry. You could not afford to look completely helpless.
Your last hope was that Joker would somehowingly find you. He always came to your rescue without fail. It was only a matter of time before he found you. But those miraculous rescues always occurred back in Gotham City; you were in a different country with no way to contact J.
This all getting to you. The one time you wanna act like an independent woman, now was not the wrong time. Joker was gonna chew you a new one for this…
And to make matters worse, your twisted mind imagined Joker’s voice calling out for you.
“Excuse me, are you lost?”
You nearly cried just hearing English! Situational awareness and common sense flew out straight out the window. You spun around ready to sweet talk your way back into Joker’s good graces, but you were in for a disappointment.
Your savior was brunet—nothing like the sun kissed blond dyed signature green you longed for—with warm brown eyes, not green.
Watching you deflate like a balloon was an amusing sight. He titled his head coyly as he waited for your response.
Therapy with Dr. Quinn must’ve been working wonders because you didn’t tense up in the presence of this strange man. In fact, after getting over your slight disappointment that he wasn’t J, you welcomed him wholeheartedly.
“Yes! Yes, I’m lost. Wait um… you do speak English, right? Oh God, p-please tell me you understand what I’m saying.” you groaned. If he didn’t, you would be back to square one begging every passerby for help.
He smirked, “I do. Erm, pardon me, are you alone? Were you with friends I mean?” He adjusted a satchel over his shoulder as he glanced around. “Quite rude of them to leave you behind.”
Your laugh came out more bitter than you intended. “Tell me about it.”
When you got your hands on that dark clown… you smiled brightly after catching the wary look the stranger gave you. You could not afford for him to think you crazy and deny aid. Thankfully, he spared you secondhand embarrassment.
He extended his hand for you to shake.
“Adam. May I walk you to the square? It is public area where most gather when lost.”
Ah, they had a central lost and found area. How cute. Just your luck it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. You thought back to Joker’s words earlier in the day.
“Stay by my side mkay? Don’t want ya wanderin’ off.”
And what did you do? J was right, you never follow his orders. What was done was done. You had to push forward and hope that Joker was in a forgiving mood.
Adam seemed kind enough to follow. You glanced around and only saw restaurants and private businesses on the strip. Finding this square that he spoke of would be impossible on your own.
Hopefully Joker had the same mindset as Adam to meet up in the square. You nodded. “Lead the way, please.”
You felt awful for not being more sociable. Adam seemed like a nice guy, truly. It's just that his attempts at light conversation were a bit invasive in your opinion.
No matter how progressive your brief therapy sessions with Dr. Quinn were, you staunchly denied holding Adam’s hand. The best you could muster was holding onto his satchel as he led you through the congested crowd. And even that was testing your limits.
You were far from the tourist part of town. The people walking in this area were identical to Gotham citizens in that they had places to be with no time to spare for slow walkers. You were struggling to keep up with Adam’s long strides through the throng while simultaneously trying to avoid your anxiety rearing its ugly head. If one more person bumped into you, the Blüdhaven girl in you was finna pop off.
Was it this crowded when you and Joker were walking earlier? You honestly couldn’t remember.
Adam must have noticed your labored breathing since he stepped off the sidewalk and turned down a beaten path. “Shortcut.” He called over his shoulder, smiling wide.
You wanted to speak up, to request sticking to the crowded route, (even at the expense of your frayed nerves) but Adam was not stopping. You didn’t want to lose your only hope but a weird feeling was nagging at your brain.
Was this really a shortcut?
Your ancestors were telling you to reconsider. Just wait for Joker to magically appear. Don’t trust this man because when had men ever been kind to you?
Still, Dr. Quinn’s voice sounded in your brain. “You trust others so willingly and ya learned a valuable lesson because of it.”
Should you take a chance and trust Adam this one time? He was helping you find J after all. Sure, his questions were a bit strange, yet you could chalk it up to words getting lost in translation. He was the only person out of a handful that offered to help you out. Why sully his good deeds with negative vibes all because you had trust issues?
You were supposed to be overcoming your fears. This was an unprecedented situation to try and play things safe. You had no other choice but to trust him.
But the saxophone were getting louder.
Nice guys were dangerous. Short cuts led to problems. Trust is for fools and bad things always happened when you didn’t listen to your ancestor's advice.
This situation was painting itself to be one big repeat of past mistakes..
All this inner dialogue occurred in a span of a minute—long enough for Adam to notice you had let go of his bag, and for him to backtrack to check on you. “You okay?”
You nodded but didn’t meet his gaze. When did you start breathing heavily? Minutes ago you were cold, now you were burning up. “I ahh I don’t… I mean.. I feel..”
You tugged at your dress collar. Great now you couldn’t form coherent sentences.
Right as you built up the courage to turn down Adam’s aid, you heard a new voice approaching from behind. And this one was not the friendly English Adam used but rather the same language the electronic shop owner had.
The newcomer clapped a heavy hand onto your shoulder while saying something jovial to Adam. Your neck craned to stare but to your horror the man was already leering at you. “She’s too pretty for him, ey mate.”
Huh?
Your eyes snapped to Adam. The warmth that once was there had extinguished. He sighed heavily as he met your gaze. It only took seconds for you to put two and two together and even less to take off running.
You thanked Hana wherever she was for giving you block heeled boots. They were perfect for the knee-to-chest action you were applying. You refused to be another news headline of, ‘American killed while on vacation.’
Just another scandal to add to your growing roster. You would have grey hairs by the years end with all the drama in your life.
Never mind the fact you were getting increasingly more lost, the pair of footsteps gaining speed behind you motivated you to keep running. If you could find a way out of these sketchy looking backstreets and return to the bustling tourist area of town, you could revert to common sense Y/n and find Joker with logical thinking.
This Miss Independent role you took on was not worth your life.
You turned down a street and yelped in shock when it suddenly turned into a dead end. You collided with a stone wall—thinking of a way to get out this when your assailants caught up with you.
They blocked the only exit, jeering at you in their own language. Simply another way of humiliating you by emphasizing the language barrier.
Your lighthouse necklace clung to your heaving chest as they approached slowly. It was the only solace you had.
You knew you didn’t stand a chance fighting either male off, your best bet was stunning one before breaking off into another run. The odds were slim, but you were on your own.
A fact that made your lower lip wobble. Where was Joker when you needed him the most?
You lowered your gaze only for it to snap up at the sound of pain. The adrenaline rush must’ve gotten to your head. Your mind was playing tricks on you. In every scenario you wanted to be rescued but the sight unfolding before your eyes was just too surreal to believe.
You never truly understood the hype behind Joker’s name. Growing up in Blüdhaven acclimated you to the dangers of crime and the people who committed them. Joker never really scared you the way he did normal people.
But something about seeing him in his element flipped that mindset.
The ruthless, murderer that Gotham City—scratch that—the world, painted J out to be was right in front of you in all his glory.
He emerged from the shadows and caught the two men completely unaware. Joker’s hand guided the second thug’s head into the stone wall with a sickening crunch.
The heavy thud of the body meeting the ground told you he was dead.
Adam reacted, albeit slow. He called out for his fallen comrade and turned right into Joker’s fist. You winced with each pummel that seemed endless.
Joker was past the point of seeing red. He kept punching Adam, harder and harder as the man began to laugh. Oh, so he thought this was game? Joker nodded along as he started bashing Adam’s head into the ground.
He didn’t stop. Bruised knuckles, splatter of blood, wheezes of pain, distant crying—Joker blocked it all out.
This happened because Joker’s old gang got wind of him entering the city. He should’ve known they would hash up old beef. After all, twenty years was a long time to wait for revenge.
Spotting a woman clinging to Joker—the perfect target, was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Joker just hoped in this life and the next that you never discovered that he purposefully abandoned you at the electronic store.
It was their base of operation and flaunting you in their face was the best way to set this trap into motion. He put his Bunny in harm’s way just to give the enemy an opening to strike.
If anything happened to you, it would be on Joker’s conscience until his dying days. Another reminder that he didn’t deserve you. He wasn’t good for you. He never would be.
Still, it was better if they acted here in the city than to track you back to the safe house and gather more intel.
He was tired of this old beef. He thought leaving the country cut all known ties, but it was time to sever them for good by killing off their leader. A perfect message to the remaining members that Joker was serious.
And it was so satisfying to see the pathetic man gasping for air beneath him.
You called Joker’s name only to be ignored. He was like a machine, turning Adam’s face into a disturbing heap of red. This was past overboard; you didn’t know what to do.
“J… that’s enough.. he’s.. oh my God.” You gagged hearing the wet squelches of blood after each blow. Would it ever end?
You couldn’t take any more of this. As much as you hated to admit, Irenka was right by calling Joker a monster. But this wasn’t your J.
This was The Joker, a man possessed by something you needed to drag him away from. At this rate, J wouldn’t stop until there wasn’t anything left to destroy.
You scrambled to your feet and tried pulling Joker away, but he wasn’t budging. He couldn’t hear your voice, he was so far away from his Light, nothing was getting through except the voices in his head, chanting.
Make them fear what they don’t understand.
Destroy them all and watch the world burn.
Send a message.
You choked back a sob seeing the manic smile plastered on Joker’s face grow wider. They didn’t even touch you and he did this… whatever this was supposed to be. It was scaring you. This version of Joker that disregarded you completely and chose destruction.
He was scaring you, the one thing he vowed not to do.
You had to try and talk some sense into him. “J.. stop, please! I-I’m right here. P-Please just....”
Did you dare say it now? Joker was so far gone it didn’t matter if he reacted or not, but you had to at least try. Anything to snap him out of this bloodlust.
One word held the power to change everything. You carried this burden long enough. Maybe J needed something raw and earthshattering to ground him back to you. But that didn’t mean the task was easy.
The word was still lodged in your throat, refusing to escape.
You watched helplessly as the man you loved, fell further and further into the stereotype the world created for him.
He wasn’t a monster, at least not to you. You were his Lighthouse. You had to guide him out of this darkness. And do so, you had to take a leap of faith into the unknown. It was now or never. If this was the end, knowing that you saved Joker would give you peace of mind.
You swallowed your fears and screamed, “Jack, stop!”
Chaos chaos hear me out you know what I realized? We dont have a joker comforting his light
i mean maybe we cry from too much stress or something tragic happened and you just break out and J was like ‘im your back’ i got you or whatever you wanna write
and yea thank you Light❤️
His Lighthouse: Lifesaver (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Lifesaver - Oneshot
KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!
Am I using this as an outlet for my personal life struggles? Haha why yes I am! No Chaos were harmed during the creation of this oneshot. 👀
ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I POSTED ANYTHING. Let's see if I remember how to do this.. this ask dates back to September 2025 👉🏾👈🏾 enjoy as I catch up on my ask requests 😀
It was only a matter of time before something tipped the scales.
Numerous deadlines kept piling up, putting more pressure on you than before. You attempted to organize your time better and somehow managed to make things worse. It felt like nothing was getting done despite the constant cycle of eat, sleep, study, repeat you endured.
More deadlines, more research and yet, it seemed like you continued to fall behind. Your advisors encouraged you to slow down and be more resourceful with your time management.
Professors shook their heads in disappointment. There was only so many extensions they could give before it became clear.
You weren’t just falling behind; you were in completely over your head. And still, you believed you could make things right.
Just one more semester and things would start looking up! You poured your soul into your studies. You spent some nights on campus, cramming in every precious second to raise your scores. Sleep didn’t matter; eating was optional if it meant another hour of studying.
And when it was time to submit the final, you finally felt like you had a fighting chance.
To your amazement, your professor didn’t flat out fail you for the late turn in. Instead, you earned your first high mark in what felt like months. You should have known the grade was too good to be true.
The next week you were met with pointed glares and hushed whispers following your every move.
No one offered a warm hello. Your friends ditched the study session in the library. You became alienated for absolutely no reason, until you opened your email. The summons was a punch to the gut. The ruling that swiftly followed, was unjust against your favor.
You worked so hard to accumulate solid research, why would you risk it all to plagiarize? The context in question wasn’t remotely similar to your thesis! Something wasn’t right. You wouldn’t dare tank your scholarly career like this!
Sadly the institution didn’t give you a chance to argue.
You were expelled on the spot and forcebly removed from the premises. You didn’t get the opportunity to collect your laptop. J gave you a brand new sticker for it just days prior.
And that was the scene Joker came home to.
You staring listlessly in the living room; book bag still hanging from your shoulder. Your eyes were puffy and he could tell you ran one too many hands through your curls in frustration.
He glanced at the clock, it was way too early for you to be home given you had night classes this semester. A thousand questions racked his brain but the only thought that managed to escape was, “What’s wrong with you?”
Perhaps it was the tone, or the words themselves that became the final straw.
After busting your rear for weeks only to be expelled for a false claim—hearing Joker’s negative comment was just too much.
You burst into tears with no end in sight. Joker sprang into action—literally at a loss for words. Who hurt his bunny? Did he need to call in reinforcements for this murder spree? He needed answers, ideally names to all who wronged you.
Joker killed men for less; so someone making you cry? The streets would run red with blood.
Joker nodded along to your choppy, sniffled explanation. He only heard bits and pieces as you stained his suit jacket, “Uhh yeah, hm.. uh huh. Say that again, Y/n.”
You wrung your lip, “I got expelled for.. for…” Now that Joker heard clearly.
He was just as confused as you. Last time J checked (which was monthly..) you were on the Dean’s list. Why would they suddenly drop you?
Not like Joker cared if you were enrolled or not. He fully supported you and your dreams but a happy bunny was his only priority. You didn’t see how this past semester ran you ragged. Your quest for perfection was beginning to harm your health.
Why did you have to be such a perfectionist? It’s like you enjoyed stressing yourself out. “Bun, you don’t need some errr.. fanc-yyy paper to prove how smart ya are.” J said.
“But I want it! I’m so close and and if I just work a little harder, I can be something.” The last your sentence tapered off as you buried your face into his chest.
Joker clicked his tongue in annoyance. There you go putting unnecessary stress on yourself and for what?
You didn’t need straight A's to get a degree. No one told you to aim for valedictorian either. This dumb expectation to be a perfect student was all in your head.
J hacked into your school records. You were passing, and mentioned on the honor roll albeit low. You weren’t failing but his bunny had a tendency to overthink things completely out of proportion. In your mind, you assumed you were one grade away from being kicked out. If he didn’t drag you back to reality, you would be forever lost in a sea of anxiety.
It was evident you needed a lifesaver to snap you back to reality. He took you by the shoulders and shook you none too gently.
“Listen. To. Me. You are something. My Light is smart, funny and might I add, drop dead gorgeous! You are capable of soooo much! You wrote an entire dissertation in two weeks. You’re passing your classes and if ya open your eyes… you would see how you’re over re-acT-ing.”
You weren’t so sure of Joker’s words. You were making this more difficult than it should be.
“But J.. I was accused of plagiarism. I’m basically ruined.” you started crying anew to which J rubbed your back in (what he hoped was) soothing circles.
“I don’t know what that means. Don’T really care.. I do know that ya need a break doll.” J noted.
You’d been working nonstop for months. Today’s events caused you to finally snap. Crying over something so trivial proved how just stressed you were. Joker always had your back no matter what and when has he ever failed you? He’d take care of this for you.
As if Joker would allow anyone to ruin your future. If his Light wanted some fancy degree, then you’d get one!
He would get you situated first. You needed a nice warm meal, lots of attention, and proper rest before returning to your senses. You were mentally and emotionally exhausted.
You barely felt him tuck you into bed. You were asleep when Joker brushed a kiss along your forehead, “No one hurt what’s mine.”
It was time to pay this Dean of yours a visit. Making his Light cry would cost him a limb or two. And whoever involved in slandering your academic career would have an unfortunate accident tonight.
After all, Joker was a man of his word. No hurt what he considered his.
Covering J in lipstick marks... And then him returning the favour..
I wear red lipstick (sometimes black) on a daily basis and it's been stuck in my head all day, just, kissing him everywhere I can get my lips on and marking him up, I need to.
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Ahhhh 🕷️ anon!! 😝 I tapped into your idea when I was stuck in traffic so please I do hope you enjoy🖤✨
Joker is a well known simp so he'll soak up all your love with zero shame.
He pretends to hate the welcome home kisses you scatter across his face because of the lipstick transfer but you know your man loves it, so you keep doing it.
Covering him with kisses isn't a want, its a need, one that you fulfill daily.
Something about seeing his Light's love literally all over him... yeah it send this clown into a state.
Joker manipulates you into attacking him since he stay lounging around shirtless, practically begging for it.
You smack your lips and go to town decorating his back and then unceremoniously flipping him over to cover his chest.
Side note: tumblr tagged the image I wanted to use as mature content 🙄 lipstick stains on a guy's chest. Really? Le sigh.
Back to business. Turn that man into a work of art!! He’ll even hand you a tube of lipstick if you aren't wearing any.
Joker lays there with a goofy smile as you keep pecking his skin. Each kiss is like heroin to him and no. He is not washing it off in the shower.
Unless you force him to and even then, he knows you'll mark him right back up. Endless loop anon. You love kissing him anywhere you can get your lips on 🤭
Because Joker keeps you a secret, he has to get creative in the ways he shows you off. For example: the tie pictured above.
Joker will ask you to make it and yes he wears it out in public, smugly saying "my Bunny got such pretty lips.."
or IF J IS REALLY BOLD, he will tattoo your lipstick print right over his heart or perhaps somewhere on his arm so when he rolls up his sleeves.. Chaos short circuits.
Anyhooooo! I think either black or red lipstick will look sick on J.
As for him returning the favor???? Oh. OH! Prepare yourself for that attack because Joker takes it to the next level.
Joker grabs your face and goes to town, smudging his iconic red lipstick all. over. your. face.
Instead of kisses you resemble a toddler after eating spaghetti and J likes it that way.
Now there is something to be said about when Joker's kisses get lower and lower, like below the belt.
Chaos will keep this sfw but yeah Joker is doing more than just kissing you...
The head canon: is we call J basic blonde and he gets offended- as in OFFENDED offednded like he actually does get offended (you can choose why- maybe because he will say blondes are dumb or whatever you choose Light 💡❤️)
This was sent in along with a oneshot request and naturally Chaos separated them 🤭 ohhhhh I’m gonna have fun with this!
I hope you enjoy my love! Chaos sure did writing it lol 🖤✨
You really had to stare at the imaginary camera because whah? Is J pulling your leg or something? Surely he's joking.
Just to make sure you're not losing it, you look again.... annnnnnd yup. Joker's gorgeous blond curls are still there.
What's worse, the setting sun shines a spotlight on the tresses, highlighting the natural hue J is adamantly denying.
You don't understand why he's so offended. You love Joker's hair cough cough when its freshly washed and free of his signature dye.
Joker has been letting the green fade the longer he stays in hiding and witnessing his natural hair color make an appearance...? 🤤
You've been blessed by the gods this man is fione! How did you get so lucky?! You fail to see the problem here.
The sun itself kissed J on the head and his wild, untamed curls sit perfectly over his green eyes. Bonus points he stepped out the shower like this! You are holding back your inner slut and failed.
All you said was "Yass daddy! Its giving basic blond." You were biting your lips thinking of the first position you wanna be in. 🥹
How did he take offense to an blatant compliment?! Why is he catching an attitude when you want him to catch your pu—
The hum of desire has fizzled out and you're stuck staring at Joker who is none the wiser that he ruined the mood. He's caught in the motions of drying said scandalous blond hair from his shower to notice your dilemma.
Even damp with water, J's hair is still perfect. How dare he be a walking thirst trap... you are not strong enough to resist.
"I usually don't go for blonds but like... you're turning me into a believer." you sigh.
Joker grunts and starts applying lotion. a ritual he picked up from you. you refuse for him to be ashy in your house but moving on... "A believer of whaT?"
Oh now its your turn to be offended. He doesn't know? This will not do! You sit up on the bed, "Uhhhh that blonds have more fun? Its a big popular belief, J."
"Wouldn’t know, doll. M'not blond."
Again you glance at an imaginary camera. Joker got you breaking fourth walls with his stupidity because le huh?
"Beloved. Have you looked in the mirror? There's one right in front of you if you're lost. Because you are blond. Its giving beach blond at that. In the valley, surf is up, summertime realness. I'm not understanding the denial."
Imagine your surprise when Joker slams the lotion bottle down on the dresser. Hard. He rarely shows his anger around you. All it does it make you aroused.
"I. Am. Not. Blond. That... mmm thaT would imply I'm dumb and I am noT!" He disappears inside your walk-in closet to change into pjs a shame really, you were enjoying the show.
But back to what matters. You tilt your head at his outdated thinking. "Joker. That's an 18th century stereotype. Care to join us in the 21st century where your lover thinks her blond, psychotic clown is hot?"
Joker's head peeks from around the corner, "What?" You shrug, "Just saying... I'm obsessed."
"You... you don't think I'm.."
Lawd help me..... "No you are not dumb nor basic, Joker. Far from it in fact. However if you keep brushing off how horny I am, then I have no other choice but to assume you're a little dense."
Now that got him embracing his inner blond real quick.
