Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

Bed of Roses - Arthur x Reader

Arthur looked around the apartment, everything was in place, now he just had to wait for (Y/n) to come home.

Arthur had met (Y/n) when he had been hired to work at a party for what, he had presumed, would be the typical celebration for some over privileged child of some rich parents from one of the best neighbourhoods in the suburbs surrounding Gotham; but upon arrival at the bijou home, he found out that the child in question was just a normal child from a normal family, a family that had saved up to give their son his birthday wish of having the clown that he had seen in the mall be their for his big day.

As Arthur had gone through his Carnival routine, he couldn't help but notice the woman that was in the kitchen smiling and laughing to his antics as she stood next to the mother of the birthday boy; Arthur had looked around, surveying the faces of all the fathers that seemed to have been forced to the festivities, wondering which one of them was lucky enough to call the beautiful woman his wife; but as his job had ended, and he made to leave the home, Arthur had noticed that the lady was leaving by herself, heading towards a beat up old car.

He could still remember her turning around and smiling broadly at him as he had approached, he could remember how she had thanked him for making her nephews day, how she had told him how much the young man had talked about the dancing clown with the green hair, and how Arthur had made his year.

Arthur had been thanked a few times for making a child's day, but once she had explained that the birthday boy's father had passed away not long before, and that his performance was the first time she had seen her nephew smile since his father's death, Arthur had finally fully appreciated how much her thanks meant.

Arthur could also remember that (Y/n) had asked him how he was getting back to the city, laughing slightly at the idea of him trying to travel anywhere while still dressed as a clown; he could remember her offering him a ride back into the metropolis, and how she had smiled happily when he accepted, only doing so once she had assured him that she was going his way anyway.

He could vividly remember how much he had enjoyed talking to (Y/n) as they wound their way through the maze of suburbs and back into the city; he could remember how he had "accidentally" told her to go down a few wrong streets just so that he could stay in the car a little longer, and listen to the beautiful sound of her laughter fill the car as he told her all his best jokes. But what he remembered most, was that when they had finally got to Ha-Has, (Y/n) had asked if she could wait for him to get changed and then take him for coffee, an invitation that he had happily accepted, despite the fact that he couldn't believe that he, of all people, could be lucky enough to be asked out by such an exquisite, and intelligent woman; and all that was why Arthur found himself scrutinising the apartment that he now called home, an apartment that was their home, an apartment that was filled with love and warmth.

From that first day, he and (Y/n) had seemed to be attached at the hip, and now, twelve months later, Arthur wanted to show (Y/n) how much he appreciated everything she had done for him, how much he appreciated her love.

Today was their first anniversary, one year of happiness that Arthur never thought that he would experience, and he was determined to make this a night that (Y/n) would never forget. With one last check, Arthur turned out the lights in the apartment and crept to his hiding place; (Y/n) would be home soon, and Arthur couldn't wait.

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(Y/n) dug around in her pocket, bringing out her keys and unlocking the door; she couldn't wait to see Arthur, it had been a long day at work, and all she wanted to do was curl up on the sofa with the man she loved, and fall asleep in his arms as they watched TV, his finger combing gently through her hair as she drifted off.

Pushing open the door she was surprised to see that every light in the apartment was off; normally the home would be bright and Arthur would be humming happily as he scribbled jokes in his journal, so to be greeted by darkness was not something she was used to.

"Arthur honey, are you here?" (Y/n) called out as she flicked on the lights, her eyes darting around the seemingly empty home as she shut the door behind her.

"Arthur." She called out again, as she took off her coat, throwing it over the chair that sat next to the door.

As she looked again, she saw that the large blanket and pillows that she and Arthur would use to snuggle up together on the sofa, had been freshly laundered and laid out neatly with a note lying on top of them. Picking up the piece of paper that seemed to have been ripped out of one of Arthur's books, she read the puzzling message written in Arthur's hand.

"Go to the fridge." The note told her, (Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she moved to do as she had been informed.

Slowly (Y/n) opened the fridge, her eyes widening as they fell on the bottle of champagne that sat proudly on the shelf with a large red bow around its neck, and two glasses waiting next to it.

"Arthur, where are you?" (Y/n) questioned, chuckling slightly as she took the next note that read. "Look in the oven." 

Laughing, (Y/n) shook her head, and walked over to the oven, as she finally realised that the room was filled with the wonderful odour of a home cooked meal.

As she opened the oven door, there sat two plates of her favourite food, with another note that informed her to go to the desk in the room she used as an office.

With a skip in her step, her long day at work forgotten, (Y/n) entered the dark room that was lit by a single tiny candle; turning the light on, (Y/n) saw that the candle was sitting in a small red cupcake, a cupcake that had a single word written on it in green icing, a word that simply said, "Bedroom".

Blowing out the candle, (Y/n) rushed to their bedroom, taking in a deep breath as she saw that their bed was scattered with red rose petals, the smell of the blooms filling her senses and making her sigh happily.

"Thank you." A familiar voice said from behind her, (Y/n) turning on her heels to find the blushing man that she loved.

"Thank you for what?" (Y/n) asked, still not believing that Arthur had done all this just for her.

"Thank for giving me the best year of my life, thank you for making every day better, thank you for making my world a better place; but most of all, thank you for loving me." Arthur said, watching the happy tears roll down (Y/n)'s cheeks as she rushed into his waiting arms and held him tight.

"It's me that should be thanking you Arthur, you didn't need to do all this, but the fact that you have, makes me realise all the more just how special you are, and how lucky I am to have you. Happy Anniversary, sweetie." (Y/n) said, as her lips crashed into his.

"Do you think that dinner can wait?" (Y/n) asked, as she pulled away from Arthur's lips.

"Why?" A confused Arthur asked, as he saw the mischievous glint in (Y/n)'s eyes.

"Well, that bed of roses is calling our names, and who am I to say no to a rose?" (Y/n) chuckled, as Arthur began to glow bright red, but willingly followed (Y/n) to the bed, looking forward to what the rest of the night and the rest of their lives would bring.