Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

Schoolboy crush - Part 8 - Arthur x Reader

Arthur hated lying to his mother about what he was really doing. He knew that not turning up for work was going to cost him in the long run, and not just in money terms. But he was finding that it was hard for him to care. (Y/n) was only in town for five more days. Five days in which he had to cram the rest of his life. Five days in which he had to grasp for every last bit of happiness he could get. Though deep down, he did hope that he could persuade her to stay for a little longer. To stay permanently in fact. Arthur praying that if she really did care for him as much as she seemed to, she might want to make the dirty town her home once again.

He couldn't help but yawn as he made his way through all the city chaos to (Y/n)'s hotel. Not that he minded. Not this time anyway. It was nothing new that his lack of sleep would catch up with him, and he would spend the whole day yawning. But today, today he was yawning because he had spoken to (Y/n) into the wee hours. The sun creeping over the buildings of the city, before he finally rested his head.

They had spoken about everything. Arthur finally explaining, with a sense of embarrassment, about what his job really entailed. (Y/n) simply replying that it didn't actually matter what a person didn't for a job. What really mattered was what was in a person's heart. And that she was still proud of him for making people smile. For performing for the sick kids. And that being able to make people laugh, was a true talent. A talent that not everyone possessed. They had spoken about his desire to become a stand up comedian. (Y/n) telling him that one day it could be him that was jetting off around the world. That he could be one of those famous comedians, and that Murray Franklin might eventually be appearing on the Arthur Fleck show.

They had spoken about (Y/n)'s hopes for the future. About how she loved her job. About how she loved her life. Yet, that recently she had begun to feel as thought something was missing. That because she had always been so busy, she hadn't had time to think about all the things that she didn't had. But that she hoped that now she was back in Gotham, she could change that. That she would be able to find that missing piece that would make her life complete. And then they had spoken about their mothers. Arthur doing his best not to mention Penny too much. The clown having this strange feeling that even though the old woman didn't know about (Y/n). Didn't know that he was meeting anyone. Just the mere mention of her name, could somehow spoil his and (Y/n)'s time together. That it would mar the moments that he and (Y/n) had to come. Arthur steering the conversation to (Y/n)'s visit to the cemetery the next morning. Offering to join her if she would like some company. (Y/n) replying that it was kind of him, but that she felt as though it was something she had to do alone. So that she could freely tell her mother's resting place, all the things that should have been said so long ago. But that she really hoped that Arthur would still come and meet her, after her little trip.

Arthur made his way into the hotel foyer. He hadn't really noticed it the night before, because, well because his mind was filled with more wonderful things. Filled with (Y/n)'s smile. With the taste of her lips, and the feel of her as she snuggled into his side. But now he could take in the full glory of the hotel. Arthur agreeing with his own thoughts about how the elegant surroundings kind of suited (Y/n). That even though there was a slight brashness to the exterior, under that lay the real charm. A down to earth, hometown kind of charm that made you feel comfortable. And that was (Y/n) all over.

Making his way to the elevators, Arthur pushed the button for floor three. Happy that no one else had got in with him. Happy that he didn't have to feel uncomfortable, as someone looked him up and down and wondered why he would be in the hotel. And it also gave him a few moments to collect his thoughts. To think of what he and (Y/n) could do that day. To hope that he might just get to kiss her again.

As he got to the room, Arthur fumbled with the small bunch of flowers in his hand, as he tried to straighten his clothes, his hair. Wanting to look his best for (Y/n). Hoping that she hadn't taken the trip to the cemetery too hard. Raising his hand, Arthur knocked softly. His eyes growing wide, as the door was flung open and (Y/n) threw herself into his arms. Arthur dropping the flowers so that he could hold her close.

"(Y-y-y/n)? Is everything............."

"Am I an awful person, Arthur? Am I horrible and unfeeling? Am I wicked and heartless?" (Y/n) asked, as her grip on him tightened. The two just standing in the doorway holding one another as Arthur wondered how on earth (Y/n) could think about asking questions like that.

"What? N-n-n-no (Y/n). Why would you say that? You're none of those things. You are wonderful, and amazing. You are sweet and kind. I don't think that you could ever be wicked and heartless." Arthur replied, as he brushed his fingers through her hair.

"Then why didn't I feel anything?" (Y/n) continued softly. Arthur for once in his life completely ignoring the looks of those that happened to walk past, or stuck their head around the door of their own room to see what was going on.

"Didn't feel anything............?"

"Yeah. In the cemetery." (Y/n) answered, as she raised her head from Arthur's chest. A slight glisten in her eyes telling Arthur that it may pay to continue the rest of the discussion in the room itself. Arthur moving so that he could pick up the flowers that he had dropped, and then take (Y/n)'s hand to lead her back into the room. The door closing firmly behind the pair, before Arthur took (Y/n) over to the sofa.

"I went to the cemetery. I found the plaque that had my mother's name on it. That had her date of birth and death on it. I stood in front of it. Knowing that behind it was a small urn with what was left of her earthly remains. And instead of crying, I felt nothing. I could do nothing. Nothing. I wanted to scream. To shout. To tell her that I hated her. That I hated the fact that she preferred to get drunk and spend all her time with disgusting creeps, rather than with me. That I hated being left on my own, so that she could go out to bars and clubs. I wanted to tell her what I have become. To show her that despite everything she did, I had still managed to make something of my life. Managed to escape. To not turn out like her. But when it came down to it, I couldn't do any of that. I couldn't cry. I couldn't, anything. The only thing I felt was pity. I was sorry for her. Sorry that her life had turned out the way it had. Sorry, that we had lost one another because of it. Pity for the fact that she had thought that what she did was better than being a mother to me. So, I just said goodbye, and I left." (Y/n) explained. Arthur just holding her tight, as she snuggled into his side. As she wrapped her arms around him.

Arthur wasn't sure what to say. He had never seen (Y/n)'s mom, never mind met her in person. Though from what (Y/n) had told him, he really couldn't blame her for feeling the way she did. Or not feeling as she did. He had though seen the large lock on (Y/n)'s door. He had seen the bolts on the inside so that she could lock it once she was in her room. The locks on the windows to make sure that no one could climb in there. Arthur not sure how a mother could put their daughter in that kind of situation. How a mother could bring people into their home that may wish to do their child harm. But she had. And all Arthur could think to do, was just to continue to hold her. To hold her until the pain went away.

"Arthur.........." (Y/n) began, as she raised her head from his chest. Her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah..........."

"I don't want to be like her. I don't want to feel so lonely that you are willing to do anything and everything just to get a little attention. I want to be loved. I want to love someone in return. And.........well, I know that this probably sounds really weird. That its all a little, well, a lot too quick. But I have thought about this a lot. And since I've been back in Gotham, I've been thinking about it even more. And well, you see, I want the person that I love. The person that will hopefully love me, to be you. Just you. Arthur Fleck." (Y/n) confessed, as she looked into his emerald eyes. The clown hoping that this wasn't all just a wonderful dream, as (Y/n) kissed him. His hands entangling themselves in her hair, as he kissed her back.