My Favorite Psychopath // Joker x Reader One Shots

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Warnings: dark theme, violence, disturbing content.

This might be triggering for some people. So if you are uncomfortable with explicit portrayals of violence towards child and very disturbing stuff, I suggest you skip this chapter.

October 20th

Positive. The fourth pregnancy tests shown the same result as the first three ones. Y/n sat on the bathroom floor. Thousands of thoughts ran through her head all at once, though her brain couldn't process a single thing. The only thing y/n knew was that she had made a huge mistake. Mister J wouldn't want a baby, would never. He would be so mad when she'd tell him, but she couldn't keep it a secret forever either. She couldn't just wish he wouldn't notice her stomach that'd grow bigger and bigger! Stupid, stupid y/n. How could she let this happen? Would he yell at her? Would he hit her? Before the nerve could kill her, the sound of front door slammed open broke her train of thought "Y/n" She heard mister J calling. Y/n wanted to answer and go to him, but her body froze "Y/n, where are you?" His voice was louder, and y/n couldn't think of what to do. What'd she gonna do? "Y/n, answer me!" Uh oh, he sounded pissed. Y/n started to freak out she reached for those pregnancy tests but gave up since she couldn't concentrate on anything and her mind was all over the place. Suddenly the bathroom door got kicked open making her scream. Mister J looked angry "Why didn't you ans-" The Clown couldn't finish his sentence when his eyes landed on the four pregnancy tests lied on the floor in front of his girl whose body was shaking like a leaf from pure fear, fear of how he would react. She didn't even dare look up at him! His eyes got shades darker as he looked at the shit in front of him. There was no need to ask. Joker knew exactly what this meant: y/n made a mistake, a huge mistake she should be punished for this. J gritted his teeth and cracked his neck before kneeled down next to her. He didn't even want to look at the pregnancy tests, feeling like if he did, he would lose control over himself and do something to y/n, something he would end up regretting. So he kept his glare directly at her, and even though y/n kept her gaze glued on the floor, she could still feel the anger from his eyes burning hole through her soul "Look at me" His voice cold and dominating, though he wasn't yelling "I'm... I'm sorry" Y/n stuttered in small voice, she still didn't look up. Joker rolled his eyes "LOOK AT ME!" This time he was yelling. Mister J grabbed her face in brutal grip and violently yanked it up, forcing eyes contact, and that was when y/n could no longer hold it back: hot liquid ran down her glossy eyes, down her cheeks and to his hand that was grabbing her chin. Fuck! She only made this even worse. Mister J didn't like it when she cried. Joker snarled at her as he increased the grip to the point he was hurting her, giving her bruise. Though he didn't care her whimpering and trembling under his touch "Shhh shh shh, baby, tell daddy how does this happen hmm?" His voice suddenly got soft and comforting, his touch, however, only tightened the grip. Y/n knew what he was doing: a mind game, toying with his victim, which in this situation was her, by switching from an abusive psychopath to sweet boyfriend. This strategy of his never fail to break her from inside. When she didn't answer immediately, a sudden, strong burning sensation across her cheek sent her to the ground the other side of her face hit the hard floor. It felt so numb. After backhanded her, mister J didn't give her a second to rest when his violent hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her back up her face was only an inch away from his "I told you to take the pill, you stupid bitch" J hissed at her face, his voice filled with disgust it made y/n hate herself to the maximum. This was all her fault, and she deserved all the hit and cruel words. She shouldn't have forgotten to take the pill that time, shouldn't have been so reckless, so stupid. Then, mister J got quiet for a moment. He looked at her bruised face with tears stained cheeks, then down at her stomach, then back at her face again. He was in debate with himself of what he was gonna do, how he was gonna fix the nasty problem she made "Get rid of it. I'm gonna make an appointment with my doc, and he'll make sure this won't happen again" "Y-yes, sir" Then, he stood up and walked away, leaving y/n on the floor. Tears streamed down her face in shame, shame that she disappointed her mister J. Still, he was showing her mercy. Why didn't he hit her more? Y/n knew she deserved more than just a slap and yelling. She didn't deserve the mercy he gave at all. God, she didn't deserve an angel like him at all! Shame on her!