actually I'm cool with ppl who like the new joker. no really.
but if you call yourself a real joker fan, you gotta do some research.
you are free to like whatever you want. but instead, you ppl are just spreading hate online all the time, in this case on Jared's J version, which is uncool and you should stop. your opinion is underinformed. you can't censor/ dictate other ppl's opinions. that's just not how the world works. you gotta live and let live, dear. see?
but actually, some fans think your fav joker 2019 sucks, (he isn't really a joker/ is in fact never the best). I felt the response was somewhat eye-opening and necessary. you didn't do your homework in the dc universe, lol. so instead of spreading your bullshit, better get informed next time. you gotta deal with other opinions as well, than just deleting messages/ blocking... wtf grow up. just another fake dc fan right here.
hell, what an ignorant cry baby. lmao.
these ppl act like their J is the only J one should be allowed to like. damn, really this new generation seems to be toxic af...
oh my, why are most of the new joker fans so rude?
Summary: Before he was known as the Joker, he was Jack. Just a normal man, who fell in love with his bosses daughter. After being caught, he’s thrown onto the path of madness and has no choice but to become the clown prince of crime.
A/N: So this entire chapter was actually part of chapter 10 orginially, I realized when I finished that I had made it pretty long so I decided to split them into two chapters. I hope that the Joker isn’t too out of character, its been so long since I’ve really written anything for him.
Pairing: Joker x Reader, (Past) Normal!Joker x Reader
You’d lost count how many days you’d been confined in that room. You’d done nothing but sit in various areas of the sitting room, curled up and trying to remember where everything had gone wrong. People had come and gone, bringing you food or a change of clothes but you had still not seen him. You had ignored them all, refusing to acknowledge their sympathetic looks. Most of the food they’d brought you had remained untouched. You had ate and drank nothing as night turned to day and vice versa.
You’d been quiet as a henchman of some sort had brought something into the room and then left as quickly as he came. You watched the floor in front of you. The tears has stopped falling now, and you were numb, unsure of how you were going to get out of this situation. You were bathed in darkness except for the fireplace which still roared with life. You couldn’t remember if you’d heard that familiar and almost ritualistic click of the doors lock when the guard left. Alarm bells went off in your head and slowly stood from where you were sitting. Cautiously, you moved towards the door and took hold of the handle. Turning it ever so carefully as you looked out through the small opening to check for guards.
There was no one, the halls were completely empty of human bodies. You practically ran out of room, leaving the door open because you couldn’t force yourself to care enough to cover your tracks. You didn’t really even know what you were planning to do, you didn’t care if you were caught and you didn’t care if you were killed. You had to do something more than just wait in that damned room. You sprinted through the hallways, your bare feet were becoming cold against the marble flooring but you kept pushing on.
“It’s been almost two weeks, boss.”
You tried to stop fast enough but you had your foot twist under you and in the next moment you found yourself crashing right into the floor. You nearly cried out in pain but you managed to cover your own mouth.
“Are you presuming to tell me what to do, Frost?”
You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of that voice. You wasted no time in using the wall to pull yourself back to your feet. As much as your foot hurt, you knew you couldn’t remain out in the open like this.
“No, Boss. Just wondering what our end game is?”
“It’s on a need-to-know bias and you don’t need to know…”
The voice was getting closer and you decided to run into the first doorway you could see. As soon as you were in the room, you realized that it was actually the first room you’d been in when you were brought here. On the closer door was your dress from the party, hanging up with a certain kind of special care. You looked around the room, noticing that the bed had been slept in and that there were several different looking suits pulled out and laid about the room. On the dresser was several silver and gold items of jewelry laid about in a unorganized manner. Someone must of been staying in here, it just looked so lived in compared to the first time you’d been in it.
“I said drop it, Frost!” The voice growled and it was clear that it’d come from just outside the door.
“Oh god…” you whispered to yourself, you looked frantically around the room for anything that you could use as a weapon. Picking up a heavy looking statue from the top of the dresser, you hid behind the opening of the door and waited, hoping that he wouldn’t come in.
To your horror, the door soon opened and was slammed as quickly as it was opened. You knew you couldn’t miss your opportunity so you swung the statue towards him, hoping to make contact with him and hurt him enough so you could escape the room. He looked at you just in time, countering your attack and grabbing you by both wrists harshly.
“Y’know, that could of killed me…” he stated with unsuppressed amusement, despite the fact that you had just tried to harm him.
He twisted your wrists until you gave in and dropped the statue, letting it fall to the ground and narrowly missing both of your feet. “I’m not going back in that damn room,” you hissed at him.
“You think you have a choice in the matter, doll face?” He grinned at you with that silver smile of his. He released one of your hands long enough to try and grab at your face. You realized what his intentions were pretty fast and shoved him away from you.
You were narrowing your eyes at him now, “You don’t get to touch me, not after everything you’ve done.”
“Everything I’ve done? What exactly is it that I’ve done?” He demands.
You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
He takes a quick step towards you, eliminating the distance between you two once again. “I want to hear you list everything…” he leaned down and you could feel his sweet breath fan against your lips. He moved his hand towards you, his finger curling underneath your chin as he well and truly studied you. You had aged since he had last seen you, but nothing had truly changed. You were still the same girl, just more beautiful than ever.
You could feel yourself unconsciously holding back your own breath as you could barely focus on anything but his lips. “Jack, I…”
“What’s wrong? Stepping down from your soap box already?” He mocked.
You felt your own anger and now it was rushing through you. You knew that you needed to control it. But you didn’t want to anymore. You wanted nothing more than to make him see that you weren’t some pathetic girl anymore.
You snapped.
“I hate you!!” You finally shouted at him, your voice dripping with venom. You didn’t care what happened to you anymore.
The Joker just smirked, seeming more intrigued then concerned with your behaviour. “Do you?” He mused.
“I can barely look at you without it hurting! You disgust me. You make me so angry that it makes me feel completely sick! You never cared about me! You used me and I was stupid enough to mistake it for love!” You lowered your voice into a growl, your voice becoming more threatening than you’d ever heard it. All the while you forced back the tears which fought to come through.
“I didn’t use you…” he suddenly said, his tone catching you off guard. Everything about his words remained you of the man he used to be and finally you realized that he had dropped his facade.
“Don’t lie to me,” you said through gritted teeth. “Please…don’t lie to me…”
“I chose to die so he wouldn’t hurt you, I tried to protect you…the words I said that night, I never meant them.” His voice was steady, calm.
You sniff back dry tears. “But you didn’t die, you survived.”
He nodded stiffly as if he was uncomfortable. “Yeah, I did…”
“Five years, Jack.” You reminded him, clenching your fists at your sides. “It’s been five years, you left me to deal with every that happened, alone.”
“I was still watching over you,” he said in defense.
“Do you think that makes all of this okay!” You shouted at him, feeling the tears starting to pool in your eyes. “I had to suffer alone, through losing you and…losing the baby…” you choked back a sob. “All I wanted was to have you back and I thought I’d never see you again. I thought you were gone forever…I was all alone, I had no one…” you turned away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself as you tried to put yourself back together.
You felt a hand on your bare arm. Before you knew it, he had spun you around, his hands now on your upper arms and pressing you against the wall. He stared at you with those blue eyes of his as tears continued to stream down your face.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered.
“I don’t want your half-assed apology,” you hissed at him. “I hate you…”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do, let go of me!”
“I can’t change what happened anymore then you can. What do you want from me?!” He growled, showing a dangerous side of the man he’d become. He tried to remain emotionless. He tried to pretend that he felt nothing at hearing your words and seeing you upset but he couldn’t deny his own feelings.
“I don’t want anything from you,” you shouted back at him.
For a moment, you got yourself free from him and you used the opportunity to shove him back from you.
“(Y/n),” he hisses.
You moved to hit him again, this time however he already had seize of your wrists, slamming you back into the same wall. “I’m sorry…” he whispers. You aren’t sure what he’s apologizing for but you didn’t care. His face was already so close to yours, breaking your concentration.
“Prove It…”
That seemed to catch him off guard as his calm composure left him once again. “What…”
“I said, prove it.”
Faltering for a second, Jack wondered how this woman before him could have so much control over him. He growled, barring his teeth at you. He moved his hand to your throat. His grip wasn’t firm, but it was enough to scare you. He kept his fingers gently around your neck as his other hand moved to run down your cheek, his knuckles slowly caressing over your cheekbones as he searched your face, looking down to see the way your chest rose and fell raggedly. He moved his eyes back up to your face and his eyes met yours as his fingers danced over your skin, the tips tickling your throat as you tried to remained still.
“I don’t know how to fix this,” he finally admitted to you. “I know I have to but I don’t know how…”
His warm breath hit your cheek as his hand continued to stroke along the curve of your cheekbone.
“Every time I picture you alone, it kills me. I regret everything, I allowed you to suffer alone.”
Closing his eyes, a moment of weakness overcame him as he confessed to you. He bowed his head and you didn’t even hesitate. As soon as your head moved, you felt your lips against his and he remained motionless. It took a few more moments before his lips moved back and you could feel the neediness of his hands as they worked down your hair, knotting into it. Moments passed before you broke the kiss.
Panting softly, you stared at him. “I-I don’t know if I can forgive you…” you admitted.
He eyed you with amusement. Then he did something very unexpected, he leaned into your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You shiver underneath him, attempting to steady your breath. He doesn’t give you the chance before he grasps your waist tightly and crashes his lips against your own.
“Then I’ll need to give you a reason to forgive me…”
You and Joker get in the shower together, he seems a little irritated but you brush it off. You wash your hair under the streaming hot water as Joker stares at you. Once you’re both clean you exit the shower first and grab a towel, wrapping it around yourself you grab Jokers towel and toss it to him. He hasn’t said a word to you since the incident downstairs. You can tell he’s mad and you don’t want to piss him off even more so you leave the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bed.
You run your fingers through your wet hair and get up, you walk to your closet and try to figure out what to wear. You grab a cute (F/C) knee length dress with a lace trim, black lace panties, a matching bra, (F/C) open toe stilettos, and a simple silver necklace with your birthstone in a heart. You start to get dressed as you ponder where the two of you are going, probably the club. You turn around and see Joker standing with his back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s wearing black dress pants with matching black shoes and a deep crimson button down shirt that’s halfway undone.
He watches you carefully, a lustful look in his eyes. “You know kitten, maybe we should skip dinner.” He laughs.
“No, I want to get out of the house. We’re going. Plus I haven’t been to the club in a while.” You adjust your dress and smooth it out.
“Oh, we’re not going to the club doll. I’ve made other plans.” He says, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
“Oh? Okay.” You shrug it off, curious as to what he has planned. He stands in the doorway and gestures for you to come. You pass him and head down the stairs towards the front door. He comes up beside you and places a hand on your waist as the two of you exit the mansion. He leads you to his purple chrome Lamborghini, he opens the door for you and bows dramatically; you chuckle a bit and get in the car. He closes the door and walks to the driver’s door and get in. The car roars to life and he peels out of the driveway, he turns the opposite direction of town and you tilt your head curiously.
He drives a ways outside of town and you begin to realize where he’s headed.
“oh no, please tell me you’re joking..” you laugh nervously.
“Oh kitten, I joke about a lot of things but this isn’t one of them,” he laughs and speeds up, nearing your destination.
He pulls into the Wayne manor driveway and parks his Lamborghini a little too close to Bruce’s Mercedes. You and Joker get out of the car, he walks over to your side and before you can open your mouth to protest Alfred opens the front door of the large home and beacons you two to come inside. Joker grabs your hand and pulls you inside. You sigh in defeat and greet Alfred with a warm hug.
“Hey Al, I’ve missed you. Have you been well?” you smile at the old butler you’ve loved as family since you were a child.
“Oh miss (y/n) I’ve been alright. I’m glad to see you, I trust you’ve been treated well?” he glares at Joker who returns the glare.
“Yes, he’s taking care of me. Where’s Dad?” you ask.
“Master Bruce is in his study and will be down shortly. I’ve informed him of your arrival. Please come to the dining hall.” He bows politely and you walk towards the dining room. Joker follows you and looks around at all of the artwork hanging from the walls.
You take your normal seat at the table next to Bruce’s seat. Joker sits at the other end of the table across from Bruce’s spot. Your father walks into the room and you stand, you run to him and wrap your arms around his neck.
“Daddy I missed you!” you smile and hug him tightly. Joker rolls his eyes and lets out a low growl.
“So Batsy, nice place ya got here. What for dinner big man?” he laughs and Bruce cuts a sharp glare to the clown.
“You’ll just have to wait and find out.” He answers coldly. Bruce squeezes you tightly in a loving embrace before he releases you to sit down. You sit next to him and smile. Alfred strolls into the room pushing a cart with tonight’s dinner on it. He serves everyone and makes his way to the corner of the room.
You smile, looking down at the plate of spaghetti in front of you. Alfred and Bruce know it’s your favorite so of course they’d make it.
“So, Joker. I trust you’ve been taking good care of my daughter? Because if not I’m kicking your ass and dragging you to Arkham. “ Bruce threatens.
“Oh batsy boy don’t worry. I’ve been taking care of her in every way. And I mean Every Way.” He laughs. Bruce begins to stand but you grab his arm. You glare at Joker and try to kick his leg under the table but hit the table leg instead. You bite your lip to keep from yelping and Joker laughs hysterically.
“Joker please, we’re trying to have a nice dinner.” You say softly.
You all sit in silence for a few minutes, you nibble on your food and watch as Joker just pokes at his with a fork. You clear your throat, “Um daddy can you please pass the salt?” you ask. You mentally kick yourself for what you just said as both Bruce and Joker reach for the salt. Bruce’s eyes fill with rage and Joker has a sadistic smile crossing his face.
“Fuck.” You mutter aloud, you reach between them and grab the salt from them. “Thanks,” you say and sit back down in your chair. Joker and Bruce glare at each other as you watch them you imagine different ways to loosen the tension. You come up with nothing sigh. You stand and excuse yourself from the table. “I’ll be right back, I need to use the restroom. Please don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”
“No promises.” They say in unison.
You make your way up the stairs to the restroom and lock the door behind you; you lean against it and slide down until you’re sitting on the floor. “Ugh,” you groan, conflicted and irritated. You think about what you’re going to do. On one hand you’re happy with Joker even if he is an ass sometimes but on the other hand you miss living here in Wayne manor with your father and Alfred, you never get to see your friends and every time Joker and Bruce see each other they’re always at each others throats.
Your train of thoughts is interrupted by a knock on the door. “Miss (Y/N), are you alright?” Alfred asks from the other side of the door.
“Oh, yeah. I’ll be back down in a moment,” you respond. You stand and straighten your clothes. You’ve made up your mind. You exit the bathroom and head down stairs to rejoin your father and Joker.
When you enter the room you sigh when you see Joker holding his shoulder, which has a batarang in it, with one hand and a gun pointed at your dad in the other.
“Okay you two enough, I’m tired of the fighting. I’ve made up my mind about what I’m going to do, no matter what I don’t want either one of you two to get angry. There will be some stipulations that go along with my decision but, the one I’m going to live with is _______.”
