How would Joker react if Y/n was pregnant? What would he do? Would he want a girl or a boy? Can you write something for this? :
Anon, I'm so sorry this took me over 4 months to answer! 😭 I didn’t really know how to make this into a oneshot so I’m going to do this in headcanon format with little drabbles in between if that’s alright. This is kind of like a 'what if' situation. No way in canon would Joker let you keep a baby. But let's just pretend :3 I loved this request so thank you for the ask! <333
You understandably freak out when the pregnancy test comes back positive. You are pregnant with The Joker’s child!
What are you gonna do? How will Joker respond? Will he leave you?
Eventually you gather the courage to sit him down one night and tell him, sobbing the whole way through because you are so scared of his response.
“J-Joker, please don’t be mad! I thought we were being cautious enough, I really did! I can get rid of it if you want-”
But J surprises you with his reaction. He just shrugs off your hysterics and laughs. “Bunny, bunny, calm down. Is it mine?”
You look at him incredulously and shout, “Well who else would get me pregnant?! The fucking Batman?!”
Joker laughs harder. “Okay then. Why would I be mad at ya?”
You stare at him in disbelief. “Joker, do you understand what this means? We are having a baby! A tiny human! That we are now responsible for! Don’t you see how this is a problem?”
“I know, y/n. We’ll figure it out. You function just fine while I’m gone. The apartment is secluded. Nobody suspects us. You could keep the baby here with you and when I come home I can help.”
“But J, aren’t people gonna start asking questions when they see me with a newborn? And what about the baby? They’ll have to grow up knowing about you. What kind of life are they gonna have? I know this is a lot to ask and I probably shouldn’t, but if you want us to keep the baby, why don’t you just quit? It’ll make it so much easier on us.”
Joker sighs. “It’s not that simple, y/n. I can’t just…stop. I could lay low for a while and not be as active.”
“Can’t you just slowly ease out of it? Think of our kid, J.”
“I… I mean, I guess I could. It’s gonna be hard but I can try. It might take a while though. At least a year for me to get the cops off my back and then fully disappear. I could resume my identity if I need to…”
“J, you don’t have to do all that. I just need you to step away from crime for the sake of our child. That’s all I’m asking. If we’re gonna have this baby, their father needs to be present.”
“I know. I wanna be. My father was shit. I don’t want to repeat that.”
You smile and nuzzle into his chest. “You won’t. I’m sure of it.”
During your pregnancy, Joker is constantly checking up on you and catering to your needs. He has to know you’re okay at all times.
Weird cravings? He’s on it. No questions asked.
Cramps and headaches? He makes sure you lay down and rest while he takes care of the housework and cooking like a true gentleman.
All while he’s slowly getting out of the criminal realm by killing laying off his henchmen and letting Frost handle things until the organization can be fully destroyed.
Frost is in utter shock at Joker’s decision and cannot believe what he’s witnessing. But he’s also very happy for his friend. He hasn’t seen J this content in a long time. The idea of being a father must be doing wonders for him. Frost is also the godfather of the baby which gives him a warm fuzzy feeling he doesn’t quite understand.
Further into the pregnancy, you and J remodel your spare bedroom into a nursery. You paint it a neutral green since it's one of J's favorite colors and move a crib and a rocking chair inside. You also stock up on diapers and other supplies to prepare for the baby's arrival.
Finally the time comes for you to go into labor.
You gasp and sit upright in bed as you feel your water break in the middle of the night. You grab J by his shoulders and shake him until he opens his eyes.
“J! My water just broke!”
“Huh? Go back to sleep, doll…” Joker mumbles groggily and rolls back over.
You let out an exasperated noise. “J, you idiot! Get up! The baby’s coming!”
It finally registers with Joker and he jumps up out of bed. “OH! The baby. Right. Uhhh, wait here. I’ll call the doc.”
You couldn’t exactly go to the hospital in these circumstances. You wanted Joker to be right there with you when the baby was born and so did he. That wouldn’t be an option at the hospital. So Joker calls his personal doctor that he has on speed dial. His job came with many injuries and a doctor was an extremely handy person to have on staff.
While waiting on the doctor to get to the apartment, Joker lays towels down on the bed underneath you and tries to make you as comfortable as possible.
You cry out as a sharp pain spreads across your back. “AH! J, I’m scared! I can’t do this!”
“It’s gonna be okay, y/n. You got this. I’m here.” Joker reassures you, squeezing your hand tightly.
There’s a sudden knock at the door and Joker receives a text on his phone. He gets up to go let the doctor in. As the door opens, she pushes past Joker and runs to the bedroom to attend to you.
Joker pulls up a chair and sits by quietly as the doctor does her work, occasionally rubbing your back and comforting you when needed.
Unlike most men he isn’t grossed out or horrified by the gory sight of giving birth. He’d seen far worse before.
He watches in awe as you persevere through the pain and focus on delivering your baby. He couldn’t be proud of you.
After 8 hours of strenuous labor, it’s almost over. The doctor is encouraging you to make one final push as you grip Joker’s hand so tightly that your knuckles turn white.
“Come on, y/n. That’s it. One more push.” Joker cheers you on.
With a groan of pain, you push again. A sense of relief washes over you and then a small cry breaks out. You look up and see the doctor wrapping your newborn up in a towel and cradling it in her arms.
“Congratulations boss, you have a healthy baby girl.” The doctor informs Joker and carefully hands the baby over to you. She leaves the room for a moment to give you and J some privacy.
You gasp as you hold the infant to your chest, the pain and exhaustion melting away. “It’s a girl? Aww, hi sweetie.”
Joker sniffles and tears up beside you. He's always wanted a baby girl. You notice him and chuckle.
“I can see you over there, tough guy.”
Joker lets a choked sob escape his lips. “Sh-She’s so beautiful… Can I hold her?”
You’re taken aback by his sudden show of emotion but you nod and hand the baby to Joker with a smile. He cradles his daughter with a gentleness you’ve never seen from him before. Almost as if he’s afraid to touch her. He kisses her forehead softly.
“Hi there sweet girl. I’m your Dad. It’s good to finally meet you.”
The baby wraps her tiny fingers around Joker’s and stares up at him curiously. You laugh at the adorable display but then you realize you haven’t even named her yet.
“J, what are we gonna name her? I haven’t thought of anything.”
“Uh, what letter you thinking of?” Joker asks, not taking his eyes off the bundle of joy in his arms.
“J.” You answer with a soft smile.
Joker catches on and shakes his head. “You ain’t gotta do that, doll. Name her what ya want. I don’t care.”
“No really, I want it to be a J name.”
Joker relents with a sigh and contemplates on a girl name that starts with J. “Uhhhh, Julia?”
“Ooh, I like that one. Let’s go with that. Is that good with you?”
“Yeah. It’s different. I like it.”
The doctor comes in again to make sure that you are recovering well. After you get changed and cleaned up, Joker and the doctor leave the bedroom to let you rest while they take care of Juniper.
Joker adores being a father. He could now fully enjoy it after he officially retires from crime by the time Juniper is a few months old. The police are absolutely baffled. Where did he go? It was like he and his entire organization just disappeared off the face of the earth. Little do they know Joker is right under their noses in an apartment downtown.
Joker keeps an extremely low profile whenever the two of you make an outing, especially with the baby. As a disguise he wears sunglasses and special makeup over his scars. On short trips he just uses a scarf to hide them.
Joker slowly learns how to parent with your guidance and patience. You were new at this too but motherly instincts that you didn’t know you had were kicking in and you surprised yourself with how good you were at being a mom.
Joker is the peek-a-boo king. One of his greatest strengths as a dad is of course making his daughter laugh. He has more time now than ever to play and spend time with her. As hard as it was to let go, he can’t help but think that giving up his life of crime was the best decision he’d ever made.
Juniper has your eyes and Joker’s hair. When her hair started to grow, the curl pattern became evident. Though you knew the curls would be beautiful just her like father’s, they were going to be a pain to take care of.
Each night you and J take turns tending to Juniper when she cries or gets fussy.
You and Joker are nestled together in bed, exhausted from a day’s work of parenting. The bedroom door is cracked so you can hear if Juniper cries. Sure enough a whine breaks out in the middle of the night, waking you both up.
“Your turn…” You mumble to Joker, who’s resting his head on your chest.
“Yes dear.” Joker says sleepily and kisses your cheek.
He sits up with a yawn and moves into the nursery. He picks Juniper up out of her crib and holds her to his chest, patting her back gently.
"Shhh. Go back ta sleep, darlin'. Daddy's got you."
She coos and slowly starts to quiet down, falling asleep in Joker's arms. He puts her back in the crib and smiles. He would always keep her safe and protected no matter what.
