My Favorite Psychopath // Joker x Reader One Shots

dangerous night (part 2)

You guys asked for a part two. So here it is!

"Would you die for me?" "Yes" Y/n said without hesitation. She was so mesmerized by how intense his blue orbs boring through her soul "That's too easy. Would you..." Mister J seemed to be in thoughts for a few seconds "Would you live for me?" "Yes" Again, y/n took the oath confidently. At that time, she was so sure life would be worth living. With him by her side, no matter what the world thrown at her, she would laugh with him at it all. But now... she could no longer hold his hand when things got hard, could no longer have his shoulder to cry on when in darkest time, and it was just too much.

Y/n seated on the floor, in the corner of the master bedroom she once shared with him. Had been in the position for hours now. She stopped wiping away her tears long ago. She let them fall. Y/n wasn't crying hysterically. She was so quiet as drop after drop of the salty liquid landed to the ground, to the newspapers next to her where, on the front page, written in the huge letters:

'KILLER DIES WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE.
The smirk that haunts families of his victims.
He gave a final nod and a grin to his attorney.
The ghost of a smile hovers on the lips of mass killer the Joker as he lies on a mortuary slabs'

Fuck. Y/n couldn't stand looking at it anymore. She crumpled the paper in a ball and thrown it across the room as anger suddenly crept up her every atom. She was panting hard. Though that anger was short-lived. It soon returned to sorrow. Y/n hugged the Teddy Bear he gave so close to her chest as she buried her face in its fluffy fur. Ever since y/n lost the Joker to lethal injection that night, she had been so lost and miserable. She was emotionally unstable all the time. One minute, she was angry at the whole world for taking her mister J away from her she wanted to see it burn to the ground, and the next, she just wanted to hide away from everyone and everything and let herself drown in her own tears. The only thing stopped y/n from committing suicide was the oath. The oath she took that day. Death would be too easy. She would live for him. She promised him she would live for him. So that was what she was doing: living through the great agony. All for him.

Y/n could hear the police sirens and gunshots filled the night ever so often. It was never quiet. Ever since Joker was gone, Lex Luthor had basically calmed the city as his. It was a living nightmare. They thought they had it worst with the Joker, they hadn't met Luthor yet. Joke's on them. Even the Justice League could only do so little in saving innocent civilians from Luthor. Apparently, it seemed like the man had gained more people and power from owning both Gotham and Metropolis that he was unstoppable. Y/n was asked by J's henchmen - the ones that were loyal enough to stay - if she could move out of Gotham. The city wasn't safe anymore, especially for a little girl. If Lex were to try to do anything to the Joker's love as a revenge for hell that clown put him through, no one could protect her. The only one that could up against Luthor was Joker and he was dead. However, y/n refused to abandon the place she had so much memories with. The memories she built with mister J. In this house she called home, y/n could still feel her other half, there was still his scent filled the atmosphere. She still had something to hold on to. She'd lose that little bit of her J she still had left, if she were to leave this place behind, and she knew she couldn't live with it. Y/n used whatever strength she had left lifted herself up on her feet. With the Teddy Bear in her arms, she made her way toward the bed. She placed Teddy on mister J's pillow as she laid on her usual side. It felt so lonely. Y/n sobbed a little as she buried her face in her pillow, trying to sleep and escape the ugly truth for the night even though it was so hard. Everything felt so empty and y/n could feel herself slowly dying from inside out. She never thought emptiness would weight the most.

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"Don't look at me like that. If you want to blame someone, blame it on those who gave him a one way ticket to hell" Commissioner Gordon spat at Batman as the Dark Knight gave him the look that said 'I told you killing the clown wasn't the answer' the tension in the room was sharper than a knife. It seemed like everything they could come up with ended up being just another dead-end.