Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

The Clown and the Busker - Arthur x Reader

Just a little something for violentcosplay 😃 I hope this makes you feel better 😊

Arthur couldn't help but notice the young woman that sat on a stone step busking as the seemingly busy people of Gotham passed by. He was advertising for some big sale at a new store, and from the moment he had stepped outside and heard the melodious sounds of the cello float through the air, the music kissing his ears like a lover's lips, he knew that it could only be one person. As he looked over at the source of the wonderful noise, his eyes fell on the beautiful woman that he knew all too well, an exquisitely crafted cello gripped firmly between her knees as she skilfully manipulated the strings, making the inanimate wooden instrument burst to life in a glorious song.

(Y/n) had moved in just down the hallway from Arthur's apartment a little over a year ago, and despite his usual reserved nature, he had gone to introduce himself to his new neighbour. He had been shocked to discover that the young woman was actually one of the street performers that he would see in the heart of the city, a performer that he would often stop and listen to when she would play the cello, the joyful sounds calming him, as every note seemed to relieve his shoulders of the burden of yet another dull day in Gotham.

(Y/n) had remembered Arthur from when he had watched her, and she had also seen him on the streets when he was dressed as Carnival, chuckling at him as she remembered that one time he had begun to dance as she played, the two performers making the strangest double act, but somehow it had worked; and as their friendship had grown, so had Arthur's love and admiration for the woman.

Like him, (Y/n) lived alone, except for a big black cat that she called Vivaldi, and Arthur would often open the door to his apartment so that he could better listen to the glorious resonances as she would practice at the same time every evening, the sound bringing a strange kind of brightness to the usually dark apartment building, and to his world.

As the months had passed, Arthur found himself spending more and more time in (Y/n)'s apartment, the two sharing their lives and thoughts on the world as they sipped on the camomile tea that (Y/n) got especially for him, having told him that it was supposed to help people relax and sleep better.

"Carnival!" A voice suddenly called out, bringing him back from his thoughts. He had been too busy thinking about her to notice that (Y/n) had packed away her instrument and was making her way over to where he was still dancing on the street.

"Hi Carnival." (Y/n) said, kissing him softly on the cheek, doing her best not to ruin his makeup.

"Don't forget to remind Arthur that he is supposed to be coming around to my place for dinner; 7:30 ok?" (Y/n) reminded him, as she kissed him again, before rushing off to catch her usual bus.

"Bye Carnival." (Y/n) yelled out, waving her free hand as she disappeared around the corner.

Arthur couldn't help but chuckle to himself, (Y/n) always had a way of making any day, or situation better; and even when she insisted that to her, Arthur and Carnival were two different people, and that they both deserved recognition, he couldn't help but smile, seeing the childish glint of happiness in her eye, as he had to agree.

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The elevator finally made its way up to Arthur's floor, and as he stepped out, he couldn't help but overhear what sounded like a woman crying and a raised voice coming from (Y/n)'s apartment; making his way over he noticed that the door was slightly ajar, and despite himself he began to listen to the voice from inside.

"The man is a weirdo, a complete freak, a loser; I wouldn't want anything to do with him." A voice exclaimed, a voice that Arthur recognised instantly as (Y/n)'s.