Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

Your Song - Arthur x Reader

This includes lyrics from "Your Song" by Elton John. It's a wonderful song, and I thought it worked perfectly.

It was Arthur's birthday in a week, and (Y/n) was determined to make it special. Arthur had never had much in life, he had had to struggle for everything he had ever had; he had always been the man of the house, he worked hard, he had looked after his mother, and (Y/n) knew all too well about how he was bullied and beaten by people because of his condition, so she determined that she would give him a birthday to remember.

(Y/n) had been with Arthur for some time now but this was the first time she had been with him for his birthday. A big party was out of the question, Arthur only knew a few people, and out of those people he did know it was only Gary that you would invite, plus Arthur hated big social situations so the only, and best option was an intimate evening for just Arthur and her.

She had buzzed around the city all week, buying bits and pieces to decorate her apartment; candles for that romantic feel, the right food for the perfect meal, but most importantly, she'd bought emerald green lingerie with little red roses embroidered on the bra and panties as Arthur's birthday surprise. And as she looked at herself in the underwear, she knew that if this didn't give Arthur the best birthday ever, nothing would.

Arthur had said he didn't want anything for his birthday, but there was no way that (Y/n) was not going to give her wonderful, shy, kind and loving Arthur an amazing night.

She had decided that she would concede to Arthur's request for her not to buy him anything, but as she sat at the upright piano that sat in her living room, her fingers gently tapping on the keys she came up with an idea; if she couldn't buy him anything fine, but that didn't mean she couldn't give him something, and she had the perfect thing in mind.

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Arthur was excited, he couldn't say that very often, but today he was. Today was his birthday, and it was the first one that he had been able to spend it with his beautiful girlfriend (Y/n). She had come into his life, and his whole world had just got better, his days got brighter, his smile got bigger, and for the first time in his life he was truly happy.

He had seen very little of (Y/n) all week, but she had sent him countless reassuring messages to let him know that she was ok, and that she loved him, and as he looked at the latest message he couldn't help but give the widest smile ever.

Good Morning my handsome birthday boy.

Be at my apartment at 7:30 tonight for your

birthday surprise.

Have a great day, and don't forget that I love

you.

Happy Birthday

(Y/n) XOXO

Arthur had told her not to get him anything for his birthday, but he knew (Y/n) too well by now, and he knew that she would not let today pass without something special. Arthur couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have (Y/n) in his life; he had met her out of the blue when he had bumped into her, literally, in a club that Randall and some of the other's had talked him into going to one night. He had spilt his drink all over her, and as he apologised profusely, she just laughed; it wasn't a mocking laugh that made him feel stupid and clumsy, but it was a happy laugh and Arthur couldn't help but join in. The two had ended up talking for the rest of the night, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Arthur slicked his brown locks back over his head as he made sure for one last time that he looked his best, his dark pants and white shirt were laundered and ironed, and he was determined not to get a crease in his clothes until (Y/n) had seen him. He clutched the flowers that he had bought her tightly in his hand as he knocked on the door to her apartment.

"Come in if you are my handsome birthday boy!" Arthur heard (Y/n) call out from the other side of the door, making him chuckle to himself.

As Arthur slowly entered the apartment, he was greeted by the sound of Frank Sinatra playing softly in the background and the flicker of what like a hundred candles illuminating the room. The air was filled with the scent of some wonderful home cooked meal, and in the middle of it all stood (Y/n) with a huge smile.

She rushed into his arms. "Arthur, you look wonderful, and I am the one supposed to be giving you gifts, not the other way around." She said as she took the flowers, kissing him on the cheek.

"Now, I know you said not to buy you anything for your birthday Arthur, so I am going to give you something else instead." (Y/n) said, as she pulled him over to sit near her piano. Arthur couldn't help but smile at her, no matter what she had planned, this had already proved to be his best birthday ever.

(Y/n) sat at the piano and made herself comfortable. "I've been practicing this song all week to make sure I do this just right for you, and it says a lot about how much I love you Arthur." She said, as her fingers began to skip over the keys.

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide, I
Don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live.

Arthur could feel the tears come to his eyes as (Y/n)'s melodious voice surrounded him. No one had ever done anything this nice for him, and he wasn't sure how to deal with all the emotions that were bombarding him; but as (Y/n) continued to sing he finally felt truly special.

If I was a sculptor, but then again no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
Oh I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song
And this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

So, excuse me forgetting
But these things I do
You see I've forgotten
If they're green or they're blue
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.

Arthur looked into her eyes as she sang every word from her heart, every word telling him how much she cared for him, and how much she loved him.

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world.

"Happy Birthday baby." (Y/n) said, as she finished the song, leaning over and caressing his tear soaked cheeks.
"I have one more present for you Arthur, I hope you like it."

(Y/n) stood in front of him and slowly pulled on the strings of material that held her dress together at the front. Arthur's eyes grew wide as the dress fell to the floor revealing her body dressed in beautiful emerald green lingerie, with tiny red roses helping to accentuate her curves.

"I hope you like it Arthur." (Y/n) said with a giggle as she saw the shocked look on his face.

Arthur sprang up from his seat, quickly picking up (Y/n) and making his way to her bedroom. As the food went cold, and the candles burnt out, Arthur knew that he would never forget this birthday.