Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

Special Agent - Part 2 - Joker x Reader

"So, what do we do?" Joker asked, stubbing out his cigarette, before lighting another.

"Well, normally I'm given a list with a series of inane questions on it that are supposed to elicit useful answers from men such as yourself, but as my boss knows me too well by now, he has forgone that formality and given me free reign as far as you are concerned." Joker couldn't help but smile, the idea of having this all set up by her, especially for him, gave him a thrill that appealed to his ever blossoming ego.

"I have studied your crimes at length and have always been interested as to why you chose a gun as your primary weapon? I know that you were given the weapon by a man named Randall, whom you worked with, and later killed, but why the gun? Was it pure convenience, as with the three men on the train, or was there something else?" (Y/n) asked, looking over the crime scene photos of Randall's corpse.

Joker smiled as he remembered the satisfaction of pushing those scissors into Randall's eye and throat, the feel of the blood spray over his naked torso and face, as he repeatedly slammed the bastards head into the wall. The only thing he regretted about it was that he had done it in front of Gary, a man that he had never wanted to harm; but given the gruesomeness of the scene, he had probably hurt his friend more than he could imagine.

"Well, as you seem to think you are some kind of expert on me, why don't you tell me?" Joker said, leaning further over the table, blowing out a plume of smoke as he spoke.

"Well, I think the use of the gun on the three men on the train was simply due to convenience, but its use on Murray Franklin was to make a statement, you wanted to make people take notice, shock Gotham to its core, and what better way to do that than with a nice big bang; and I think your continued use of that gun is due to a strange thrill you get knowing how many people you've killed with it." (Y/n) told him, pulling out various crime scene photos from the folder.

"Oh, you are very good (Y/n), please do go on. You keep going like this and I won't have to answer any questions, you will have done it all for me. What are your thoughts on Randall and Penny?" Joker asked, looking over the pictures that were scattered across the table.

"Having spoken to your ex work colleagues, Randall sounds like a vile human being; a man that went out of his way to bully not only you but your friend Gary, a man that was out for no ones best interests but his own, a liar and a cheat, who got you fired and informed on you to the police. I can understand what it is like to be faced by a tormentor when you have nothing left to lose, to be given the opportunity to get your own back for all those years of torture; I can truly see the passion, and the anger you must have felt when you took those scissors to him." (Y/n) told him, holding up a picture of Randall's dead body slumped against the wall.

"You know, I've never said this before, but I think he deserved what he got."

Joker said nothing, he simply sat, looking at the woman in front of him; it was like she could read his mind, it was as if she had been there, an invisible entity in the room as he committed his crimes, watching, taking note of every last little detail.

"Now Penny was the final piece to your Joker puzzle." (Y/n) said, holding up a picture of the woman that he had called his mother.

"Her death at your hands was your final descent into madness, the moment you smothered her you ceased being the mild mannered, shy Arthur Fleck, and became something greater, something of your own creation, something that you, and only you could control; you became Joker! I've read Penny's files and know that she was a dangerous hyper-delusional narcissist, who was extremely unstable. She mistreated you, and allowed you to be abused, this abuse was the cause of your laughing condition, and that little tic that you have. She forced you to live in that ratty apartment in near squalor, made you take care of her, to be at her beck and call; she took away any possibility of you having a normal life, and when you discovered the truth behind all her lies, you snapped, and once she was dead there was nothing holding you back." (Y/n) told the shocked looking Joker, who simply sat there momentarily looking into her stormy grey eyes.

"Very good." Joker said, snapping out of his disbelief, and clapping his hands.

"My, my, my, someone really has been doing their homework. I'd say you deserve an A plus for that (Y/n), top of the class, teachers' pet. You really are a clever little thing aren't you, I can see why you would be valuable to your department, such insight, such knowledge, and maybe the hint of empathy. Tell me, do you have such insight into everyone you talk to, or is it just for me?" He asked, as she collected up all the photos, putting them neatly back into the folder.

"I have spoken with some of the most dangerous men in America, and having knowledge of what they have done, and what they are capable of, is an invaluable asset. It would be idiotic to go into an interview such as this without wanting to know more about the man behind the crimes; now, what I have said is merely supposition on my part, only you know your true motives, your true history, and that is what I want you to tell me about. I want you to tell me the truth, pure and simple, just the truth as to why you did what you did."

(Y/n) couldn't help but stare at the calm, yet still strangely turbulent green eyes that looked at her from across the table. She had stared at them for what seemed like hours as she had studied his file, hoping to get a glimpse into his soul, but she wasn't prepared for what she saw now that she was finally face to face with him.

Of all the men that she had sat across from, Arthur Fleck was certainly the most difficult to read. There was undoubtedly the spark of insanity, an inherent anger that still burned; but underneath both of those, hidden deep down, so deep that most would never be able to see it, there was a sadness, and an air of innocence. Arthur Fleck was Peter Pan, a lost boy that had wandered for years looking for himself, and along the way he had hurt others, and, in the process, he had finally found his true self, a killer clown.

She had to confess that she was more intrigued than ever before by the man that called himself Joker. The way he held himself, the way he sat puffing incessantly on his cigarettes, his smirk, the knowing look in his eyes that suggested that he knew exactly what she was thinking. It should have all made her feel uncomfortable, it should have made her pick up her paperwork and run for the door, but she had invested too much time and effort into trying to truly understand this man, and the circumstances that had led to a city in flames.

"In this day and age, the truth is something that most people don't even think exists anymore. We lie to ourselves and others on a daily basis, the government lies to us, the media lies to us; hell, even the god damn weatherman lies to us, and sometimes these lies become more the truth than the truth. If you want the truth from me, then I want the truth from you (Y/n), whatever question you ask me, I will answer as truthfully as I can; just promise me that you will do the same." Joker told her, his face turning deadly serious as he looked at the younger woman.

Without thinking (Y/n) reached across the table and took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently.

"I promise." She told him, as they suddenly heard the sound of keys jangling from the other side of the door.

Quickly (Y/n) tried to pull her hand away, only to have it gripped tighter by Joker.

"I think this is going to prove to be a wonderful relationship my dear (Y/n)." Joker said as he finally let go of her hand.

"Oh dear, is that really the time?" Joker asked, smirking as the guards came into the room.

"Time really does fly when you're having fun. I'll be seeing you tomorrow then darling; don't forget about me will you." Joker told (Y/n), winking as the guards dragged him out of the room.

As Joker was pulled back along the corridor, he couldn't help but smile and thank whatever god there might be out there, for this latest, and unexpected twist in his life; and he couldn't wait to see what tomorrow would bring.