Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

In the heat of the night - Part 2 - Arthur x Reader

Arthur slammed the side of his fist into his thigh, hoping that the force would be good enough to make the stubborn limb move. Though, as he continued to watch (Y/n), he wasn't sure that he actually wanted to disturb her. She looked quite perfect. A thin, light summer dress covering her form. The slight breeze moving the fabric of the skirt. The sight of the glow on her bare skin. The light shimmer of glistening sweat in the moonlight, doing wonderful things to Arthur's insides. The clown, happy that he had decided to wear his clothes, rather than just his underwear. Knowing full well that if he hadn't, that this could be very awkward. And at least now, (Y/n) wouldn't be able see his body betray his emotions for her. To see the feelings that coursed through his veins whenever she was close.

He knew that she had had a boyfriend, but that had been some time ago. Arthur had always found him a little rude, course. Far from the kind of man that deserved to be with someone as special as (Y/n). But now he was long gone. And (Y/n) was just as alone as he was.

Arthur always did his best to "accidentally" bump into her whenever he got the chance. Even watching from his window, waiting for her to come home from work so that he could rush down and meet her out on the street, or as he pretended to get his mail. His best day coming when he and (Y/n) had been stuck in the lift for a few moments with a couple of other residents. Arthur finding (Y/n)'s body pushed up against his as they waited for the old thing to begin moving again. The clown finding himself praying that the elevator would never begin to move. And that (Y/n) could remain next to him in that small space for the rest of his life. Arthur embarrassed to admit that he had had to cover certain parts of his anatomy with his grocery bag, just so that no one noticed how much he really had enjoyed the brief wait in the elevator.

"You do know that you can come and speak to me, don't you, Arthur? I promise I don't bite. Well......I haven't bitten anyone recently." A chuckling voice called out. Arthur looking up to see that (Y/n) had turned her attention to him. The subtle smile that she gave him, forcing him to gulp at the large lump that had just formed in his throat.

"Am I really so frightening, that you don't want to come closer? I find it hard to believe that you would be intimidated by a mere thing like me." (Y/n) added, as she gracefully climbed down from her lofty perch and made her way over to were Arthur still felt he was rooted to the spot.

"Not for one moment would I describe you as a mere thing, (Y/n). You are the furthest thing from a mere anything that I have ever seen. I believe that the truth is, that you are far more wonderful than any other woman that I have ever met. And not only are you beautiful, but you're also smart and funny, and sweet." Arthur managed, though he was not sure how, to finally say, as (Y/n) came to a standstill before him. His eyes now able to take in the true magnificence of the woman. The moonlight shining through her thin dress as it wasn't even there. A nervous Arthur sure that he could see every dip and curve of her form beneath. Sure, that he could see her heaving bosom, and everything else that he had only been able to imagine in his lonely bed at night. If she knew what he had dreamed of doing with her. What he had dreamed of saying to her as they lay wrapped in one another's arms. She would probably think that he was some kind of weirdo. But as it was, she didn't. And if he could just keep his gaze on her face, he might be able to get to know her better without breaking out into a fit of laughter.

"Oh, Arthur. I swear that you must be the sweetest man in the whole world." (Y/n) replied. The beautiful compliment from the usually nervous and quiet man, cementing her belief that Arthur Fleck really was one of a kind.

She couldn't help but notice Arthur. Even when he hadn't spoken to her when she first moved into the building, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His beautiful yet sad eyes, seeming to say that he was in need of a friend. Her old boyfriend, Sam, had always complained that he didn't like the way the weird creep down the end of the hall would look at her. Grumbling on and on about the fact that Arthur always seemed to be "accidentally" bumping into her. Yet (Y/n) had always liked their meetings. Always looked forward to them. Arthur was always so sweet, so.........well just....... so. So, everything. So nice. So funny. So kind. So helpful. So completely the opposite of Sam. And Arthur had been one of the reasons that (Y/n) had finally realised that Sam wasn't the man for her. That the man that she really wanted. The man that she deserved. Was a quiet clown that lived at the end of her hall.

She hated it when Misses O'Connor would bully him. (Y/n) wishing that she could ask the dried up old maid, how she had managed to get out from under the house that the good witch of the west had just dropped on her. Always having to stop herself from laughing as she imagined the elderly woman's apartment filled with flying monkeys. Or wondering what would happen if she were to throw some water on her. (Y/n) finding the idea of the grey haired old harpy melting, quite appealing, every time that she would hiss and complain at Arthur for something that had nothing to do with him. Misses O'Connor seeming to find something new to whine and gripe about every day. (Y/n) sure that bullying poor Arthur was the only thing that had kept the old woman from dropping off the perch, long ago.

"Er........hot isn't it? I couldn't sleep. It was like the seventh circle of hell hot in my apartment, so I thought that I would try the roof. Looks like great minds think alike, huh?" (Y/n) continued. Feeling a warmth in her cheeks, that was not due to the weather, grow as Arthur smiled at her. His perfect emerald eyes shining in the bright moonlight.

"I don't suppose that you would like to join me, would you? I mean, it seems a little silly both of us being up here and not sitting together. My little spot on the wall gives a great view of the lights of the city. And I have a couple of ice cold soda's if you would like one. They aren't much, but it should cool you down a little." (Y/n) added, as she looked at the quiet clown. Desperately hoping that he would agree to join her.

"I.........er, yeah. I.......I'd like that. Thank you." Arthur replied. His heart beating faster as (Y/n) gave him the biggest smile that he thought that he had ever seen.

"Oh, great. Come on then. I think I must have known you were coming. I brought an extra cushion for some unknown reason. That wall can get a little uncomfortable if you sit on it for too long." (Y/n) chuckled, as she took Arthur's hand in hers and pulled him across the roof. The clown gratefully taking one of the frosty sodas, before accepting a seat next to (Y/n). Arthur positive that no matter how beautiful the scene before him was, it was nothing compared to the vision that sat right by his side.