Jigsaw Puzzle || The Joker x Reader

➟ Chapter Twelve

"We're back!" you yelled as you entered the main floor where the goons were currently playing Call Of Duty on the Xbox.

They paused the game and scrambled to greet you and Joker as always. You told them they could go back to their video games as you and Joker talk over the next phase of the plan--another you would be doing solely together.

When you and Joker got back, you parked the bus in the bottom of the warehouse and hauled the money into one of the rooms downstairs, already knowing what you would be doing with it in due time.

You heated two plates of food and poured two drinks, then put them on the table. You could hear the hollering from the group of guys, but it was easily filtered out when you met Joker's dark eyes.

"Lau is bound to be in Hong Kong by now with his tail between his legs," you said as you ate.

"Which means the mobs will be having their meeting. Batman will get Lau back in the country in no time," Joker responded.

"The word is probably out that you're the one who stole their money, so they might have a bounty on you already," you stated.

"That would be fun." Joker flicked his tongue.

You smirked. "Don't worry; I'll protect you."

He grinned widely in return. "I'd trust you to."

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"You bought a new coat?"

"It's custom. Style is important."

"You spent five-hundred dollars on it."

"We stole sixty-eight million!"

You snickered at Joker's face as you walked down the hallway. When you arrived at his bedroom door, he took the key from his pocket and it didn't occur to you in the slightest that this would be your first time seeing his room. It was something neither of you really acknowledged because you were conversing.

"Stay," Joker said right when you did register what was happening and turned to leave.

You didn't reply and followed him in to the spacious room with simply a bed, nightstand, bathroom, and closet. The color scheme was unorthodox for the clown as it was mostly red, black, and white. Nothing was too fancy or out of place.

"Why do you keep it locked?" you asked, making your way over to lay on the mattress.

"Personal items around," he answered vaguely, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Like your colorful socks?"

Joker went to the bottom drawer of his nightstand and took out a picture frame, then handed it to you. He turned his back to you as he went to the bathroom, giving you time to gaze at the photo in shock before you put it back in the drawer.

"I would say you look like your mom, but I'm not exactly sure," you said gently as Joker took the spot next to you on the bed still in his full make-up. "Are you going to wash it off?"

"No," he replied, resting his head against the pillow and closing his eyes. That's when you saw that the pillow cases didn't have any stains, so he usually slept without make-up on.

You planted your hand on his black t-shirt covered stomach while your head was propped up by your palm. Joker remained still.