Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

In Case You Didn't Know - Arthur x Reader

I'm trying something a little different again. 😁 As many of you may know, Joaquin has a wonderful singing voice, so I decided that it was about time that Arthur sang in one of my imagines. 🎵 Included are lyrics from 'In Case You Didn't Know' by Brett Young.

Arthur looked down at the sleeping woman on his sofa, he felt guilty that he had called her over to keep him company the night before; it wasn't the first time that he had done it and he knew that it probably wouldn't be the last, but she had never complained.

She had never complained about sleeping on the uncomfortable sofa so that there was someone in the apartment for him; she had never complained about listening to him grumble about work, about how he had been yelled at, or about what torture Randall had decided to subject him to that week. She had never complained about bringing food over, and then cooking it because he never had anything in the icebox; in fact (Y/n) never complained about anything that he put her through.

Arthur had first met (Y/n) when she moved in down the hall, he had watched as she went up and down in the elevator carrying armful after armful of books to her new apartment, and curiosity getting the better of him, he had overcome his usual shyness and offered to help a very appreciative (Y/n).

As (Y/n) introduced herself, offering her hand as she fumbled with a large pile of books, Arthur couldn't help but smile. Normally girls seemed to avoid him, but here was this beautiful woman, smiling at him happily, wanting to know everything about him while handing him a pile of books. He had found her enthusiasm infectious, laughing along with her as they went up and down stairs, and he couldn't help but stare at her obvious beauty, especially her eyes which were a beautiful deep green, with a hint of mischief behind them.

Arthur had taken a look at some of the books he was carrying, they were an eclectic mix of ancient history, law, criminology, and others, that made it impossible for him to see a connection between them; but as (Y/n) set them down in their own piles on the floor, it was obvious that they made sense to her.

When he had first set eyes on her, Arthur had a strange feeling that he had seen her face somewhere before; but it wasn't until he spied a certain book, thrown haphazardly onto the sofa that the removalists had just brought up, that Arthur had finally realised where he knew her from.

"Oh my god! You're (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n), I love your work." Arthur said, picking up the book and looking between the picture on the dustcover and the woman in front of him.

Arthur didn't have much time to read, but when he had found her first book, he had been addicted to her work. Arthur liked the fact that her work was deep, dark, and gritty, much like the city that they called home. Her books spoke of a world of the downtrodden masses that were fighting for a voice, rebelling against the privileged few that controlled everything. Arthur could see something of himself in her male protagonist, Jasper Caine. He was born the lowest of the low in his society, he had been abused and mistreated; told that he was not good enough, told that he would never amount to anything, and that he should accept and remain in his lowly state. But Jasper had fought, and had become the leader of an army, a modern day Spartacus taking on the might of his world, and in Jasper's case, winning.

"You're a great writer, what are you doing here?" Arthur asked, slightly confused as to why she would be moving into somewhere like his apartment building.

"Well to be honest I need inspiration, and inspiration doesn't come if you live in some posh part of town, amongst people you don't like. I need to live somewhere where real people live, people like the ones I write about." (Y/n) told him, as she made her way to the kitchen to make Arthur a cup of tea.

"It's like, if I was writing about the French Revolution, how could I do the horror, the political upheaval, the yearning for freedom, justice, if all I saw was the inside of the Palace of Versailles? If all I mixed with were lords and ladies, the overprivileged that had no idea what it was like in the real world?" She explained, as Arthur nodded, finally understanding why she would want to live in a dingy apartment in this part of Gotham.