My Favorite Psychopath // Joker x Reader One Shots

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Sighing, y/n flipped through the page on her text book. College was a bitch, and she had to study about god damn laws she will most likely forget about it as soon as the exam was over. Why gives a fuck about laws when her boyfriend was Gotham's most wanted criminal, the Joker. Sometimes y/n wondered why was she still suffering in college when she could basically drop out. J could give her anything, but on the other hand, her parents doesn't know about her relationship with the most dangerous (and most beautiful) clown in town. Y/n doesn't know how was she going to tell them their only daughter wanted to drop out of the top-ten college to be with her psychopath lover. She had to hold back to urge to ask J to blow out her college, and murder everyone there. Thinking of the Clown Prince, the door to her and the Joker's room opened, and in walked in, no other than the man himself. "I thought you're already asleep, pumpkin" J said as he climbed into bed with her "Midterm- hey!!" She was cut off by the clown climbed to sit on her lap "Why gives a fuck about laws when your boyfriend is Gotham's most wanted criminal, baby?" J snickered. Exactly. Y/n sighed again. J knew the stupid exam stressed her out. He placed a kiss on her cheek, it made her smile. Then he just sat there in y/n's lap. Y/n loved it, even though she couldn't feel her legs at this point. Y/n looked at Joker, she gently ran her hair through his soft hair, causing him to purr. J doesn't know, but y/n was no longer pay attention to the book. She was just looking at him, sometimes it made her tears up thinking of what happened to him, what pushed him, that made him the Clown Prince of Crime.
"J"
"Yes, baby?" J looked up to meet her brown orbs.
"Can I... can I ask you something? No, never mind. Forget about it" Y/n tried to turn her attention back to the book, but J placed his finger on her chin, titled her head so she was looking him in the eyes. The Joker could tell something was bothering her. "Doll... what is it?"
Y/n sighed. She wished she could've kept her mouth shut in the first place. Her question could make him mad, but she knew J wouldn't let it slide, and he'd know if she'd ask him something else instead of what was actually bothering her. So she decided to gave in. "What... what makes you... umm... this way?" Y/n cautiously asked. She kept her glance down, suddenly finding her own thumbs interesting. J went silent for a moment, and y/n thought he was mad at her. Suddenly he let out a sigh "You know what, doll, I think if someone deserved to know, its you" Y/n looked at him. She saw he had a soft smile on his face, not his signature ones, but the one he only showed her. J got out of her lap, and pulled her on his lap. As he started to open his mouth, y/n looked at him with spark in her eyes like a little kid about to hear the most interesting best time story.
"It was raining in Gotham that night. I was just a kid, a damaged kid. My dad was drunk all the time. Every time he was mad at something, he'd take it out on me and my mom. One day, my mom decided to pack her things and leave. Leaving me with my abusive dad. I guess that night I was a little reckless. I accidentally broke his Whiskey bottle. Glass scattered on the floor, it was a pretty massive mess. My dad got very mad at me. He... hit me. I said I was sorry, but he just wouldn't listen. He kept on kicking me..." J paused for a moment. His eyes got watery, but he refused to cry. He was the Joker. The Joker could never cry. Though y/n could see it broke him to having to remind himself of the memory. She suddenly felt bed for asking. She told him he doesn't have to talk about it anymore, but he insisted to go on. "Sometimes it better to let it all out, after keeping it to yourself for so long" He said "My dad kept hitting me. No matter how many times I apologized and begged him to stop. I guess that's why I barely apologize to anyone, why I never stopped when people begged me for their lives, why I kept torturing them until the lives slowly drained out of their bodies"
So it was an abusive childhood?
"But my dad isn't the reason I am who I am today. He was just... part of it. After he was done beating me, I used all the energy I had left to run out of the house. I had to admit I was... scared of him. He was the only person that could make me scare. I ran, and ran. My entire body ached, but I knew I couldn't stop. I had to get away from him as far as I could. I ran past an alleyway, and suddenly I heard someone called me. It was more of a whisper. His voice almost faded to the sound of pouring rain. At first, I thought I imagined it, but he called again. He said "kid" and I knew I didn't imagine it. I stopped, and walked back to that alleyway. It was dark. I couldn't see anything, then he said "come here" and I decided to walk further into the darkness of that alleyway. Then I saw a man, he was sitting against the wall. His face was painted... some kind of a war paint. His blood red lipstick almost reached his ears. I walked closer, and I noticed he had scars on two side of his mouth, where he applied the lipstick on. It was like someone put a knife in his mouth, and slitted each side of it. I stopped, but he beckoned me, so I cautiously walked closer.

Then I saw there was blood gushing out of his dark green bib shirt, as I got closer, I noticed batarang still buried deep in his wound. It was my first time seeing gore so close. Most kids would be scared, but I didn't. I just continued approaching him until I was in front of him. He didn't say anything. He just extended his hand to me. I saw he was holding something, something he wanted to give to me, so I took it" Then J reached in his pocket in his ARKHAM trousers. He took out something, and placed it in y/n's hand. She looked at it, it was the Joker card. But this one wasn't like the others J usually left next to the bodies of his victims when he killed someone. Y/n carefully inspected it in her hand. This one looked old, and rusty, but it still looked as it had been taken good care of. Like J was nurturing it very well. She looked back at J "He gave it to me" J said, then he continued "The man asked me why I was crying, he said why the tears, kid. And I said I was having a bad day. Then he laughed. I knew it caused him more pain, but he just didn't care about the wound on his abdomen. He just laughed, but his laugh, it wasn't like any other laughs I've ever heard. It sent shiver down my spine. Hell, I still remember it clearly, like it had been echoed in my head ever since. The man looked me in the eyes, before he said "All it takes is one bad day" I was confused at first. And he continued, he said "Do you know what, kid? When I wasn't in a very good mood, I'd go to my secret place. It calmed my mind. You shout go there too. Do you know the abandoned factory at Gotham's outskirts?" I nodded. He said "Go there. You'll find the answer of who you were born to be. Ooh kid, I can see it in your eyes. You had it in you. I know I choose the right one" At first, I didn't understand what he was talking about. I tried to ask, but he cut me off. He said "I want you to have this card. Go to the factory, you'll find the answer to your life. I know you won't let me down" And with that, his eyes closed. He was gone, though he still had the smile on his face. I just stood there with the card in my hand. I didn't know what to do, or what he was talking about. Then I looked at the card in my hand. I knew it meant something to him, and for whatever reason, he choose me. I could hear the voices in my head, there were screaming at me that this was my destiny. I had nowhere to go anyway so I decided to go to that abandoned factory. It took me a good few hours by feet. I was soaked from the rain, but I kept walking. I held his card tight in my hand. Luckily it was waterproof. I finally made it to my destination. In front of me, stood tall the building. The door was unlocked so I made my way inside. I was met with strong scent of chemicals. The place gave me chill. As crazy as it sounds, it was like I could hear that man's voice, whispered in my ear, telling me to go upstairs, and so I did. I walked up the stairs to the top. And there it was again, that man's voice inside my head, telling me to walk closer to the edge. I didn't know why, but I obeyed. It was like my legs just acted on its own. I was now standing at the edge. I looked down to see bubbled acid chemicals baths beneath me. Then I... I didn't know what happened. Was someone pushed me, or was the old platform wasn't strong enough. But I next thing I knew, I was on the free fall. I fell down, and down until my back hit the surface of the acid chemicals. I could feel the liquid made its way into my lungs, burned every inch of my skin. And it was like something snapped inside me. I thought I was going to die, but little did I know, it was the opposite. I was reborn. That kid who fell down the chemicals bath died, and someone else came up. From that moment I knew now, what that man was talking about. He choose me to be his successor. From that moment, I knew I had to make him proud. He helped me find myself. This is who I am. I am the Joker"
Y/n looked into J's eyes. She carefully placed the card back in his hand, J held it tight. It sure meant something to him. Y/n placed her hand on top of J's and said "You did it, babe" J looked at her "You made him proud" Y/n continued with a soft smile on her face. "And I will continue to make him proud" J said, as if to the man. Y/n nodded "I know you will" She yawned. J knew she was getting sleepy now. So he put the card back in his pocket, took her book out of her hand, and placed it on the nightstand, which she let him. Then y/n nuzzled to his tattooed chest. J wrapped his arms around her as they both drifted into blissful sleep.

In loving memory of Heath Ledger.
Forever in my heart.
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