◇Joker One-Shots◇

The Clown From The Subway

☆ After getting fired from his job, Arthur takes the subway home. He witnesses 3 men picking on a young woman.. but she isn't just any woman. Is she...? No.. is that (y/n) Franklin? From the Murry Show?☆ (Hell yeah, there's smut)

Warning: highly mature
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Arthur slumped down on the harsh subway seat, eyes staring forward as the train began to move. He wanted nothing more than to go home, take a shower and scream into the couch pillow.

His job. His job that he loved. Gone.

Arthur leaned back against the seat and let his hands fall into his lap. How humiliating. What was he going to tell his mother? She would insist on contacting the Waynes. Like they would do anything.. What was Penny and Arthur to them? Nobodies.

Arthur leaned his head back and closed his eyes, trying to push today's event far from his mind. He knew better than to trust Randall. He knew better.. but he knew his intentions were harmless, even if he teased him relentlessly.

"Hey, come on, sweetcheeks. Have a french fry." Arthur paid to mind to the people at the end of the cart he was in. Not many people in the subway tonight, still, he wished there were none. "Hey.. you're that host from that show. What was it.. ah! The Murry Show!" The guy laughed. "What's a celebrity like you doing down here? Shouldn't you be home with daddy?"

Arthur couldn't help but sneak a look to the side of the cart. Four people. Three men, and a woman. Wait. Was that? Holy shit. (Y/n) Franklin was sitting there, her coat held tightly to her body, her head down to hide herself from the men. The hell was she doing down here? And alone..

"Listen, if you're wanting a autograph, that's fine. I'm really just trying to get home, please." The desperation in her voice made it clear that she didn't want to be bothered. Was she lost? Someone of her status wouldn't be caught dead in these subways, or downtown for that matter. The woman glanced over at Arthur, a pleading look in her eyes.

Arthur felt a leap in his chest, like his heart stopped. This is (Y/n) Franklin. In his eyes, the most beautiful woman alive.

"Goooood evening, everyone! Welcome to the Murry Franklin Show! I'll be your hostess, (Y/n) Franklin!"

Arthur and his mother sat in the bedroom and looked at the screen. Their favorite show. It was comedic, classic and featured what Arthur could only describe as the only light in Gotham. (Y/n) was perfect in every sense of the way. She held her head up high, always engaged with the audience just right and her smile.. God, her smile. What Arthur would give to be the man to make her genuinely laugh.

There was no hiding it. The Franklin girl was her father's daughter. She had his charisma, his charm, his witty mind.. but she sometimes didn't have a filter on that mouth. Strong opinionated and spoke her mind quite often, gaining a disagreement between her father and some of the guests.

"I remember when she wasn't on the show. Back then the show was much simpler." Penny stated, stirring a spoon in her soup. Arthur looked at his mother. He knew she didn't care for the hostess much. It's not that she hated the girl, it was just that Penny believed (Y/n) was on the show because she's daddy's little princess. "You know she's only on the show cause she's pretty."

"It's not just about looks, Mother. She makes some pretty interesting conversation, don't you think?"

"I suppose she does.."

Arthur gazed back at the television screen. God, she was so elegant, so heavenly. Perfect. He couldn't hide it. He was in love with (Y/n) Franklin.