Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

Joker's Nemesis

Another day in Arkham and Joker dragged himself into the day room; he hated it in there, it was full of crazies talking to themselves or their imaginary friends, others claiming to be speaking to god, and still others that thought they were god; but all in all it was better than spending his whole day in his pokey, drab, claustrophobic room, or so he thought.

"Oh, look who it isn't."

Joker groaned as soon as he heard the voice; this latest sojourn in Arkham had been made all the worse by a certain woman. Known as Nitrous in criminal circles, (y/f/n) (y/l/n) was the best getaway driver in the business, and if it had wheels and an engine, she could steal it.

She had been employed by one of the biggest crime bosses in Gotham, to steal the prize possession of his closest rival, that being an eight million dollar Mercedes Benz Maybach Exelero. The job had gone without a hitch until Nitrous had decided to pay a little visit to the GCPD, ploughing the multimillion dollar automobile into the front of the main precinct before jumping out with guns blazing, taking out two cops, a drug dealer, a convicted arsonist, and one civilian. Now she was here in Arkham, diagnosed with all manner of disorders, and annoying the living hell out of Joker.

"Well if it isn't Jester." (Y/n) said with a chuckle watching as the man visibly shuddered.

"Its Joker, and you fuckin know it is." He growled, as he glared at the grinning woman.

"Oh, is it? Well silly me." She said, as a wicked glint sparkled in her eyes.

"Look, I'm not in the mood for you today; I've got better things to do than waste my time with you." Joker said, as he dropped himself into a sofa in front of the TV, Saturday morning cartoons lighting up the screen in a riot of colour.

The rest of the patients moved away as soon as he sat down, and when they saw the look in (Y/n)'s eyes most left the room, they may be crazy, but there is a difference between crazy and stupid, and very few of them were stupid enough to hang around if Joker and Nitrous were going to get into it again.

"Ooooooooo, do tell, what possible thing could you have better to do today? Oh no, let me guess! You'll have salmon and quail's eggs for breakfast, followed by a trip to your tailors to get yourself another one of those spiffy red suits that you favour. Then you'll have lunch at the gentlemen's club, followed by an evening at the opera and finally dinner back at your penthouse apartment, washed down with a bottle of the finest French Champagne." Nitrous said sarcastically as she jumped onto the other side of the sofa from him, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Joker groaned as he looked over at the woman.

"Look pal, just cos the rest of these loonies think that you are some kinda hotshot doesn't mean we all do. Just accept the fact that you ain't got anything else better to do today, and you probably won't have for the foreseeable future." She said, as she turned to look at the TV.

Joker wanted to scream, nearly everyday was like this; as soon as he left his room she would be there with sarcastic comment after sarcastic comment, if he had had his gun he would have shot her already, but there was a little part of him that was still Arthur, still the sweet, shy gentleman, and he couldn't bring himself to hurt a woman, even if that woman was her.

He hated to admit it but most days he found their battle of wits stimulating, it was the only thing that kept him sane in this insane world; she challenged him, questioned him, forcing him to think on his feet as he attempted to best her in their verbal stoush. Even though she made him want to rip his green hair from his head, he couldn't help but smile when he thought about her in his room at night. She was beautiful, intriguing and intelligent, and had a wicked streak a mile long, which Joker couldn't help finding himself attracted to.

But today wasn't most days, Joker's insomnia was getting worse, and he had barely slept in days, there was also the fact that he had run out of cigarettes and his nicotine craving was making his temper even shorter than it was usually.

"Ok baby driver listen up. Before your narcissistic personality disorder takes over completely let's get out a few home truths. I am Joker, the clown prince of crime, and you are little more than a glorified chauffeur with ideas above her station. You are a mere car thief that somehow made a name for herself by driving around criminals who you are at the beck and call of, like some kind of little lapdog." Joker couldn't help but grin when he saw the fire burning in her eyes, knowing that he had touched a nerve.

Before Joker knew it, he found himself tackled to the floor, (Y/n) sitting on top of him, holding his arms above his head, and growling under her breath.

"If you want home truths, how about this. You are nothing more than a party clown with a dissociative personality disorder. You think you are something special because you shot a few assholes and started a "movement", you are a CLOWN, and the Joker is the card in the pack that everyone throws away because they don't need it. When all the chaos you caused settles down, which it will, you will be nothing more than Arthur Fleck again, a failed wannabe stand-up comedian."

The two glared at one another, growling like wild animals fighting in a pit for the amusement of onlookers.

Within an instant Joker had flipped her over so now he was the one pinning her to the ground, his lips meeting hers without warning, as he straddled her hips. For a moment she tried to fight, struggling briefly under his strangely strong body, before she found herself returning his needy kiss.

As he pulled away, he looked down into her stunned face, her mouth opening and closing as if she was trying to say something, but nothing was coming out.

"Well, if I had known that would shut you up, I would have done it a long time ago." Joker laughed as he rested his forehead against hers.

"And if I had known that making you angry would make you do that, I would have tried harder, so you would have done it sooner." (Y/n) smiled as she pulled him down for another kiss.

As much as Joker hated Arkham, he couldn't help but smile; this latest enforced stay might just prove to be enjoyable.