Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

Special Agent - Joker x Reader

As Joker was dragged to a meeting room, his wrists and ankles all cuffed together, he couldn't help but wonder what he had done this time.

As far as he could remember, he had been on his best behaviour, well as best behaviour as a killer clown could possibly be, but he had been trying.

"Hey! Where the hell are you two morons taking me?" Joker asked the two guards that were "escorting" him to whatever this was.

"Shut it Fleck! You'll find out when you get there." One of the guards told him, as they hauled him through the empty corridor.

"Why the hell do those guys what to talk to this freak anyway? Aren't there enough crazies out there without them having to make us do extra work so that they can talk to him." The other guard asked, as they pulled Joker up outside a room.

"God only knows, but what they want, they get." The first guard said, as he put the key in the lock, and began to turn it.

Joker could feel himself almost jump excitedly, it had been a long time since he had seen anyone from outside, and whoever this was, was pissing off the guards, a point that made Joker extremely happy.

As the door opened to the small room, Joker's eyes fell onto the back of a woman dressed in a nice, but not expensive suit, that was thumbing through a large folder in front of her. As the guards manhandled him into the chair opposite her, he knew instantly what she was. A Fed.

"Thank you very much gentlemen, that will be all." The woman told the guards, not even looking up from the paperwork in front of her.

"Are you sure ma'am? He's more dangerous than he looks." One of the guards said, as he glared over at a grinning Joker.

"So are all the men I speak with. I was assured that my interviews with Mr. Fleck would be in private; and I can also assure you that I am more than capable looking after myself. The interview is for one hour, so your services will not be required until that time has ended. Thank you."

Joker couldn't help but look smugly at the two disgruntled guards, he'd only just sat down and already he liked this woman. She still hadn't looked up from the folder she was studying, she had hardly said anything, yet she had still managed to annoy two of Arkham's most disliked guards, a fact that made Joker want to kiss her there and then.

As the two guards locked the door behind them, the agent finally looked up from her paperwork.

"Good afternoon Mr. Fleck, my name is Special Agent (Y/l/n), I work with the behavioural science unit out of Quantico. One of my roles is to interview people such as yourself, to hopefully get an insight into your crimes, your motivations, your life, so this information can be used to hopefully enable us to better understand, solve, and maybe even prevent crimes such as yours from happening in the future. With your permission, I am hoping to conduct a series of interviews with you in hopes that you can help us, help me, understand you better."

Joker listened intently to everything she had said but wasn't sure he had actually heard any of it. His mind had begun to wander as soon as she had raised her head from her paperwork. His eyes had not beheld anything so beautiful since he had been locked up, in fact he couldn't remember a time when he had seem anything so beautiful. Her dark grey eyes looked like a stormy sky, and deep behind them Joker could see a sense of curiosity and intrigue as she stared at him, waiting for his reply.

He pulled at the packet of cigarettes in his top pocket, taking one out and lighting it, before leaning back in his chair and staring at the agent.

"Tell me Special Agent (Y/l/n), why would the FBI send such a beautiful woman to talk to a man like me? And why me?" Joker asked, staring inquisitively at the younger woman.

Closing the folder, the agent smiled at the man across the table from her; she was finding it hard to believe that the man she had studied was capable of the crimes he had committed. Despite the outward confidence and bravado that he was giving off, she had studied him well enough to know that he was not always like that. She had been through his personal and psychological reports again and again, watched the Murray Franklin footage over and over, spoken to people that had known him, and she believed that she was beginning to understand why he had become what he had become, and done what he had done. He was her special project, she had studied and spoken to many men like him before, but there was something about Arthur Fleck that intrigued her; but she knew from experience not to let herself get taken in.

"Well Mr. Fleck, the bureau sends me as I seem to be able to get more information from gentlemen such as yourself, and my knowledge of their crimes, methods, and psychology allows me to ask more in depth questions than others that I work with might come up with. And the bureau didn't choose you Mr. Fleck, I chose you; I had to work long and hard on my boss to get him to allow me to come and talk to you; and I just hope that you won't make this a wasted journey." She leaned back, and opened the folder, thumbing her way through the pages.

"You see, I've made a special study of you, and to be honest I find you and your crimes fascinating; how a seemingly normal, and by all accounts, mild mannered man, can suddenly turn to become Joker, a man that can shoot another live on TV without a second thought. Now, I can study all I like, but I prefer to get my information direct from the horse's mouth as it were. So, you can either agree to my little interviews and see someone from the outside world, and possibly get a few perks, or you can choose to stay confined in your little cell. What's it to be?"

Joker couldn't help but be fascinated that she had made a special study of him, and he felt a desperate need to find out why. He also liked her attitude, most people wouldn't dare be so ballsy to his face, but it was obvious that she was not like other people, and he also quite liked the idea of perks.

"Quid pro quo." Joker said, looking at her through the plumes of smoke that surrounded him.

"I beg your pardon?" Asked the agent, her brows furrowing as she stared at the smirking man.

"It means a favour for a favour." Joker said, his smirk growing wider.

"Yes Mr. Fleck, I know what quid pro quo means; I just wanted to know what you wanted."

"Well firstly, stop calling me Mr. Fleck, I hate that fucking name, call me Joker, darling. Secondly, I think that as we will be getting to know one another a little better, and you should tell me your first name, a beautiful woman such as yourself must have an equally beautiful name; and finally, as we are getting to know one another better, I believe that it is only fair if I give you some insight into me, you should give me some insight into you. Quid pro quo." Joker told the agent as she slowly closed the folder and stared at him.

"Mr. Fleck, I can assure you that this is not my first day on the job; you really think that I am going to divulge personal information about myself to one of the worst criminals that Gotham has ever seen? I had you down as being an intelligent man, it would appear that I was wrong." The agent told him as she stood up from the seat, gathered her paperwork, and made her way to the door.

"Hey! Hey! I ain't asking for your vital statistics, or your home address, I just find myself as intrigued about you, as you appear to be about me; so why don't you take a seat and we can talk about this interview, it's a long way back to Quantico without getting anything, and I don't think you want to look foolish in front of your boss, so........ I will tell whatever you want to know, if you will let me learn a little about you. Now, is that really too much to ask?" Joker said, as she tentatively walked back the table to retake her seat.

"Very well........ Joker; as you say, we are to be getting to know one another better, so you can call me (Y/n). Now, shall we begin?" She said, setting down the recording devise onto the table.

"Lets." Joker said.