deal with the devil! | JOKER X READER ✅

CHAPTER 22: aftermath.

TW: RECAP OF SEX, SEXUAL TALK. 18+!!

   Waking up next to the Joker was something you had grown used to. Feeling his presence had started out unsettling, but had recently grown comforting.

This morning, though, you didn't only feel his presence. You also felt him. His flesh, his warmth, his movements. You could feel everything as you were curled up against his bare chest, finally free of your handcuffs.

The events of the day prior still felt unreal to you. The Joker, the man supposedly incapable of feeling anything, had admitted to his feelings, and had made love to you like nobody ever had. Your whole body had been on fire, and you were still feeling the aftermath of that this morning. You felt a dull ache between your legs, and, of course, the post-sex euphoria that hadn't diminished at all since last night.

You tried to sit up, but Joker pulled you down. You yelped as your head made contact with his chest once more, not even realizing that he had been awake. You looked at his face. His eyes were still shut, but a smile was on his lips. "Good morning, doll," he said, his voice thick from drowsiness.

"Good morning."

"How'd you sleep?"

"Better than I have in a while."

He chuckled. "I bet. You were pretty tired from our fun, weren't ya?"

"Tired of your bullshit, more like," you teased, playfully hitting his chest as you sat up again. You ran a hand through your knotted hair, heaving a sigh as you looked at your lover. You didn't know much, but in that moment, you knew that your predictions had been right: you had allowed yourself to succumb to Joker's touch, and now, there was no going back. You were completely and utterly infatuated with him.

   "Please. That's not what you were saying last night, was it, Trouble?" He smiled slyly, letting his hand creep up your thigh. "If I remember right, you were actually saying—"

   "I don't need the reminder," you cut him off, feeling your cheeks start to burn. There was something so humiliating in having your pleasured exclamations recounted to you. It was like your most vulnerable moment was being used against you.

   "Didn't think so."

   You huffed, standing from the bed and beginning to rummage through the closet. Sure, yesterday had been fulfilling in many ways, and you had greatly needed a day spent alone with Joker. But, you were starting to grow stir-crazy, and wanted to get up and do something. Given the situation with Two-Face, it had to be in the house, but still. You wanted more out of today than a wasted day, albeit a sensual wasted day. You wanted your first real day of being Joker's girlfriend, a day outside of the blissful seclusion of your room.

   You pulled out a silver dress, and you could hear him tsk from the bed. You looked at him with an arched brow. "What's wrong with this?" you asked, extending the dress toward him for emphasis.

   "I was just hoping you'd wear something of mine today."

   You squinted your eyes at him. "Something of yours? Why?"

   "So everyone would know what I did to ya last night."

   "Stop being gross!" you laughed, but a relatively big part of you enjoyed this teasing. The idea that he was proud to show you off, proud to broadcast his attraction to you... That made you feel valued, even if it was an unrealistic request that would unnerve everyone in the house if completed.

   "As you wish, doll." He rose from the bed, too, walking up to the closet to pick out his own outfit. He settled on a matching silver jacket and silver pants, acknowledging the outfit coordination with a softer-than-usual smile.