Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

Secret Admirer - Arthur x Reader

It may not be Valentine's Day, but I was inspired, so I hope you don't mind. 😊💖💌❓

(Y/n) lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling; tomorrow was Valentine's Day and once again she was dateless. It wasn't that she didn't have her eye on someone, but she was sure that he would never be interested in her.

She had known Arthur since she started at Ha-Has as their only female clown, and she couldn't help but be intrigued by the shy, gentle man. Arthur was a curiosity, and was unlike anyone else at work, unlike any other man she had ever met in fact. When she had been able to get him to talk to her, she had discovered that he was clever, with an underlying innocent charm, but also a wicked sense of humour, and the way he looked just made her weak at the knees.

(Y/n) grabbed a pillow and pushed it down on her head, screaming softly as she remembered that Hoyt had her working at some special function with Arthur tomorrow, and that now it was far too late to call in sick. She knew that the entire event would be decked out in cutesy crap making her feel worse than she already did; why did it have to be Arthur, why of all people did it have to be him, and on Valentine's Day too? She would have to watch all those happy couples walking around hand in hand as they celebrated the most romantic day of the year, and she would be having to look at the man of her dreams all day, and pretend that she was happy despite that fact that she couldn't be with him; but as she turned to her side, holding her pillow in a tight embrace, (Y/n) determined that she would play along and smile through it, it was only one day after all.

As (Y/n) woke the next morning she groaned loudly hoping that there would be some place in Gotham, other than her apartment that she would be able to escape from this dammed day; but she knew that that was an impossible hope, the stores had been full of hearts, chocolates, and cupids for at least a month and as much as she wanted to stay locked in her apartment, she knew there was no way that she could escape the day, and that worked beckoned.

As she sprinted out of the door, her wet hair pulled back in a bun, a slice of toast between her teeth, and a cup of coffee in her hand, (Y/n)'s eyes fell on something on her doormat; there to her surprise sat a single red rose, a bloom so perfect that it couldn't help but make her smile. In normal circumstances she might have found the whole thing a little creepy, but today was Valentine's Day after all, and even though she was sure that the token of love had been put on her mat by mistake, she quickly ran back into her apartment and placed the flower in a glass of water before making her way into the world.

"Morning sweetheart." Gary called out, as (Y/n) opened the door to the locker room, making her way over to the bench where Gary sat.

"Morning Cupid." (Y/n) chuckled, as she saw the little pair of fairy wings that Gary had strapped to his back.

"Ok, laugh it up; Hoyt says that I'm working with you and Arthur today at this function." Gary informed her happily, as (Y/n) sat next to him.

"And if I were you, I would be glad it's just the wings, I'm sure that Hoyt wanted me to wear the loin cloth and skip around with a bow and arrow as well." Gary told (Y/n), giving her a peak on the cheek as she began to laugh.

"Oh Gary, now I would have paid good money to see you in that getup. I can just imagine you fluttering around, shooting people in the ass with your love arrows." (Y/n) exclaimed, as she got up, and walked over to her locker.

"Looks like I don't have to shoot any one with an arrow as far as you're concerned, looks like you already have a secret admirer." Gary said, smiling as he pointed to the rose that was placed precariously in the air vents of her locker.

"Oh, and I think you'll find there's one in your coffee cup too." Gary told her, pointing over to her favourite beat up mug that sat next to the old coffee machine, that held yet another perfect rose.