The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

The Joker x Dead Reader Part 2

You were gone in an instant and he never thought he would be so lost without you. Too bad the dead can never come back...

The Joker drove all night like a maniac, taking all the back roads he knew and avoiding to be seen at all costs. By morning, he is closer to the place, but still has to travel all day because it started down pouring like crazy; it slows him down and he hates it. He feels exhausted, drained and enraged at the thought this might not work, but what other choice does he have? He wants you back so badly it hurts. He rubs his eyes, trying to keep himself awake, he can't afford to stop and sleep. He accelerates and cracks his neck in anticipation: he is now close to the spot. He can almost hear you besides him:

"Slow down, J, you're gonna get us killed!" and then your giggle: "I'm joking, baby, step on it! Wooo-hoooo!" While he sped through the night, you always leaned your head on his shoulder, kissing it first. He missed your touch and the way you kept your hand on his the whole time.

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He slams the breaks: finally here, no more roads. He takes a deep breath and gets out of the car. It's so dark in the middle of the woods, but he knows the place. All he needs is the moonlight. He adjusts his purple coat and starts walking down the path to his left, feeling the gun in his pocket. He knows it's not going to help him.

It must be almost midnight when at last, The Joker is where he wants to be. For the first time in his life he is not prepared for the encounter, but he has no choice. On top of everything, it's starting to rain like crazy again. Exactly what was missing... It actually feels kind of reinvigorating though; it wakes him up a bit more. He takes a few deep breaths before he speaks:

"I know you're here, show yourself!"

The lighting brightens everything for a few seconds and he turns his eyes towards the skies above, waiting for her.

"I know you can hear me!...Show yourself, Enchantress!"

She appears behind him, slowly digging her claws in his purple coat and scratching her way down, burning fabric and flesh alike. It hurts badly, but he bites the inside of his cheek and doesn't move or wince.

"What are you doing here, mortal?" she hisses in his ear, the scorching heat of her body making him close his eyes really tight for a few seconds. " Leavveeee...now!!!"

It seems like there are so many beings talking in the same time, but it's only her, now in front of him, irradiating that insufferable, unwelcoming warmth. Her unworldly gaze makes his skin crawl.

"I'm not leaving. I'm here to ask for a favor."

"A...favor?" she laughs and more ashes burn around her. "You have quite the nerve, human. Last warning: leeeeeave."

"You owe me!" He sternly raises his voice, clenching his fists. He's soaked, exhausted, out of options and at this point doesn't really care for much anymore. "I helped you... we helped you," he corrects himself, glaring at the sorceress. "And I can help you again. You know Gotham is mine. I can give you anything you want."