Jigsaw Puzzle || The Joker x Reader

➟ Chapter Three

You finished work that day around seven o'clock and exited your office fifteen minutes later. Most of the other doctors had left already and the amount of guards increased in the hallways. You were on your way out with your mind relaying your encounter with the infamous Joker.

He was better-looking than the pictures you'd seen, you admitted. Under that make-up and behind the scars, you wondered what else there was to him. It was an intriguing notion that he was but only a psychotic man, but there was too much calculating in his masochistic smile for that to be true. There is always more to a person than what is shown on the surface, especially if they're wearing a mask.

You thought about how quickly he tried to get you horrified of his presence or even hearing his name; the way he reached out his hands, aiming at your neck. You might have died if you weren't specially trai--no. The Joker wouldn't have killed you, that didn't make sense. He thrived from being feared. That is what he wanted from you, but you were unwilling to give him that power, even if you had a tinge of fright. It would never be seen, you promised.

"Hey, (Y/N)," you heard Dr. Joan Leland call from behind you.

"What's up, Joan?" you asked as she appeared at your side.

"I heard you got assigned You-Know-Who," she said, her brunette hair swaying behind her as she walked.

"It's The Joker, not Voldemort," you replied sarcastically.

"He's probably more dangerous than Voldemort," Joan commented. "I'm sorry that you had to get stuck with him, but I had no room in my schedule to take him."

"It's all right," you assured vaguely.

You held back any indication of the ulterior motives you already had in mind. Drawing unwanted attention was certainly not what you needed, especially when still trying to sort out your plan. Then, there was the problem with Joker going along with it. You hoped you could convince him--he would be an idiot to turn you down--and form an alliance that would put everything else to shame.

The guards at the entrance of Arkham opened the doors for you and Joan and you each went separate ways to your cars. You drove to your large home on the other, more expensive part of the city with your head buzzing with the possibilities of returning to a life of crime could bring to you.

You had everything a regular person could want--money, respect, good job, decent but boring friends. It wasn't you, though. You were raised for something greater and more exciting, not a tranquil and safe life. The world, you found out, runs out of adventures if you decide to forever follow the rules.

You experienced both sides of the law and you were ready to choose which to fight for. You longed for the garden you grew in, where your roots resided. Every time you reached home after work, the one thing that plagued you is that it wasn't the house you wanted it to be. It was polished and clean without personal items in sight; you had left all of that in your childhood home, which you still owned on the troubled side of Gotham.

You refrained from returning because the memories hurt, and the knowledge that you abandoned your father's legacy pained you the most. You knew he would've been disappointed in you if he were there, but you could had never been sure in reality. Still, after everyone died, there wasn't much left to take over.

Later, you showered, poured a glass of scotch, and sat on the window seat in your bedroom. You sipped your cup as you thought through what you seeked in the escapade you were planning on embarking on. Surveying the clouded sky, with a smug smile, you laid out your plan for The Joker.

In regards to business, you weren't in the habit of screwing people over unless it was of increased personal interest, but you couldn't get away with that around Joker. He was too smart to be tricked like that. You would offer your services in exchange for a lucrative pairing that potentially could take over the city.

If he tried to cross you, you would have to kill him. It wouldn't be an easy task in the slightest, but you didn't like business to be mixed with ignorance or disrespect. If he wanted to do that to others, it didn't concern you. The deal required loyalty from both
sides--something you weren't sure the clown was capable of.

You had no clue how he would react to your proposition, and you didn't know if he would take it. If he didn't, you would let him worm his way from Arkham on his own without your meddling, but if he did, the two of you would take action tomorrow. You might have been playing with the devil, but even if he didn't know it, he was too.

By the time you decided to sleep, you formulated an appropriate plan and packed a couple bags, including some villain uniforms you had from your years and a collection of new ones incase the plan did go off without a hitch. If you got caught, it would be game over for both of you. Joker would be locked up tighter or you both would go to Blackgate.

As you drifted into a state of rest, you somehow knew that whatever happened tomorrow would be memorable for everyone.