Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

Lost Girl - Part 2

Arthur smiled softly to himself as he heard the water in the shower turn on; he and (Y/n) had been to the store on the way back to his apartment, and while he had told her to go and get a shower, he stood in his small kitchen, making tea and a mountain of sandwiches.

Even as the two had walked around the store, (Y/n) had never let go of his hand, and he couldn't help but feel a warm tingle as the young woman pulled him from shelf to shelf, staring at all the treats as if she were a kid in a toy store, looking at him occasionally as if to ask permission to put just one more thing in the basket that he held.

Suddenly Arthur was brought back from his thoughts when from behind the locked bathroom door, a melodious voice began to sing happily, the words of "That's life" floating through the tiny apartment.

Chuckling, he set the groaning plate and two cups of tea on the coffee table, as he waited for (Y/n) to finish. He couldn't help but find himself intrigued as to what would emerge from the steamy confines of the bathroom, he had given her some of his clothes, and an old jumper that had stretched due to being washed incorrectly, and even though he should have thrown it away long ago, for some reason he couldn't bear to be parted from it.

As he heard the door click open, Arthur's head spun around, his eyes growing wide as he saw the beautiful creature before him; even with the dirt on her face she had been beautiful, but now as she stood smiling at him, her brilliant white hair damp, her body draped in his clothes, and the over sized jumper wrapped around her, he couldn't help but think that somehow an angel had fallen from heaven and was now standing looking at him.

"You have no idea how good it feels to be clean." (Y/n) said happily, as she came to sit next to a stunned Arthur, her eyes falling on the large plate of food.

"I-i-i-its ok, you can eat as much as you want." Arthur told her, watching as she picked a sandwich up in each hand, and began to tuck into the good food.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a pig." (Y/n) laughed, as she finished the first sandwich. "It's just nice to eat food that your sure isn't covered in rat shit or maggots." She said, as took a bite of the second sandwich.

"I don't know about that...... Did you see the state of that store, the dumpsters around the back are probably cleaner?" Arthur joked, hurriedly patting (Y/n) on the back as she laughed and began to choke on the sandwich.

"Yeah, your probably right." (Y/n) said as she finally got her breath back and peeled back the bread to look at the meat filling.

"Are there any missing pets around here? Because I think that I might just have found them." (Y/n) chuckled, as she took a big bite.

"So........ you like Sinatra? I couldn't help but overhear you singing, and That's life just happens to be one of my favourites." Arthur said, as (Y/n) nodded, taking a gulp of her tea.

"Oh yeah, Frank, Sammy, Dean, I love those guys; I had a foster family for a while, and the dad, Harvey, was a big fan of the rat pack, so I would hear their music day in and day out; Frank was always my favourite though, there is just something about old blue eyes that you have to love." (Y/n) told him, as she crossed her legs under her, her thigh inadvertently brushing against Arthurs.

"I don't get chance to hear much music these days, but I still like to sing when I can, sometimes it just brightens your day, you know what I mean?" She asked as Arthur nodded in agreement, he himself knowing how music seemed to improve a bad situation.

"I hope you don't mind me asking Arthur, but......well...... your condition, what is it?" (Y/n) asked hesitantly, as she softly gripped his hand, making him jump a little, as yet again she seemed to show that she cared.