Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

A voice on the line - Part 4 - Joker x Reader

"I.........hello." (Y/n) finally said, as she cautiously made her way further into the space. Her heart fluttering, as Joker smiled at her. It was a sort of lopsided smile. Crooked even. Yet (Y/n) was sure that it was the most wonderful thing that she had ever seen. The nicest smile that anyone had ever smiled. It was a smile that would make you want to smile yourself. A smile that made you want to laugh. A smile that drew you to a person. And (Y/n) couldn't help but feel drawn. She couldn't help but want to smile back.

"I.......I'm (Y/n)." (Y/n) added. Instantly scolding herself for sounding so stupid. Of course, he knew who she was. Who else in their right mind would make their way through Gotham's dark and dangerous streets, at this time of night, and walk into an abandoned fair, before just popping into a broken down ride where a killer clown would just happen to be waiting? No one but the person that said killer clown had arranged to meet.

"Sorry. Of course you know I'm (Y/n).....I, er. Sorry............." (Y/n) continued. Once again scolding herself, but this time for rambling. Her cheeks suddenly beginning to heat up, as an embarrassed blush creeped up onto her face.

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As he had made his way to the fair that night, Joker really hadn't known what to expect. It was true that (Y/n) had described herself to Arthur. That she had described her hair. Her eyes. Her nose. Arthur taking in the information, and his mind filled in the blanks. Yet what he was greeted by, was a very different sight. A sight like nothing Arthur's mind could ever have come up with.

In the beginning when Arthur had first called the number, he hadn't really known what to expect. It was something that he had never done before. And wouldn't have be something that he would have ever thought he would find himself resorting to. Yet, he had needs, just like everyone else. And even thought his fantasies about Sophie, and the stash of porn that he hid from his mother, had kept his desires and needs sated to some extent. There was always something missing. A warmth. A sweet voice saying his name. A loving tone. A real girlfriend had always been out of the question, what with Penny and all. And one of the many ladies of the night that walked the city streets, was something that had never really appealed. Well, that, and even if he did have the money to pay them for their services, he would probably have burst out into one of his laughs and scared the poor woman away. So that was why Arthur had called the line. And once he had heard (Y/n)'s voice, he knew that he would have to keep calling. That he would always have to ask for Candy.

Joker had to admit that once Candy had told Arthur her real name. Once they had got to know one another. Arthur had sort of felt guilty for pleasuring himself after they had either spoke, or even during their conversations. But the way that she said his name so lovingly, had made it impossible for him not to. Arthur imagining that his beautiful voice on the line, was in the room with him. That she was underneath him on the old sofa. That she was whispering his name into his ear, as she showed him how to love. But now, Joker wasn't embarrassed that his mind was filled with the same thoughts that Arthur had had. Now the short red dress, and black heels that she was wearing, were doing the wonderfully terrible things to his body. And he could help but want (Y/n) now, more than he ever had done before.

"I.........hello." (Y/n) suddenly said, as she cautiously made her way further into the space. Joker feeling his heart fluttering, as she smiled at him. It was a sort of lopsided smile. Perhaps even slightly crooked. Yet Joker was sure that it was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. The nicest smile that anyone had ever smiled at him. It was a smile that would make you want to smile yourself. A smile that made you want to laugh. A smile that drew you to a person. And Joker couldn't help but feel drawn. He couldn't help but want to smile back.

"I.......I'm (Y/n)." (Y/n) explained. Joker unable to stop himself from chuckling slightly at her statement of the obvious. The clown not sure who else but his voice on the line, would come to such a strange place, at such a strange hour.

"Sorry. Of course you know I'm (Y/n).....I, er. Sorry............." (Y/n) continued. The butterflies in Joker' stomach seeming to flit wildly, as an embarrassed blush creeped up onto her face.

"It's nice to meet you at last Arth......Joker. Though I must admit that you're not quite what I expected."

"Is that a good or bad thing?" Joker enquired, as he made his way over to her.

"Well, good, really. I was sort of expecting you to be.......to be in all your makeup. Which I really hoped that you wouldn't be. Not that I don't mind your makeup, its just more that I wanted to see the man beneath the façade. The real man. The man that wasn't just the clown. So, its nice to see you like this. And you do have such a lovely face. You told me all sorts of things on the phone. Part of me was expecting, from the way that you described yourself, that I would find myself confronted with the likes of Joseph Merrick. But, that is most certainly not the case. Personally, I........I think that you are very handsome." (Y/n) explained. Another blush kissing her cheeks, as Joker moved even closer. The flicker from the multitude of candles dotted around the space, seeming to dance in his eyes.

"I must confess that you are not what I was expecting either. I had imagined that an angel would come around the corner. Yet instead, I find that I have a goddess gracing me with her presence. Perhaps even Aphrodite herself." Joker replied, as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. (Y/n) gasping slightly at his word. Positive that no one had ever said anything like that to her before.

"Please, will you come and join me?" Joker enquired, as he gestured over to the table and chairs.

"I know that Arthur wanted to take you somewhere a little nicer. That this isn't the first place that I would have chose to meet you, (Y/n). But I hope that you will allow me to show you that even a place like this, filled with all its horrors, can have a charm of its own." Joker added, as he escorted, he over to the waiting seat. Pulling out the chair and waiting for her to sit.

(Y/n) could now hear the difference between the two personas of the man that she had got to know. Arthur was tentative. Always asking for permission. Always apologising for things that he had said. Yet Joker sounded far more confident. Eloquent. It more than obvious that he knew what he wanted. And if the look in his eyes was any indication, then (Y/n) knew that he wanted her. And this could turn out to be a very interesting evening.