Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

Bionic Woman - Arthur x Reader

This is a little shorter introduction to a next part which will be longer.

(Y/n) looked out of her hotel room window and onto the city, its multitude of lights twinkling in the dark cover of night; it was bad enough being back in Gotham, the place that she had once called home, but having to come back for a funeral just made the already dark, damp and cold metropolis seem ten times worse.

Her grandfather had been a dear man, full of stories and jokes; she could remember him telling her all about the war, and how he had parachuted into occupied France on D-Day, he would tell her stories of all the men that he had served with and the camaraderie they had shared in the face of the worst horrors; and it was those tales that had been one of the reasons she had joined the army when she had the chance, a career choice that had filled her mother with concern, but had made a frail old man very proud.

(Y/n) had served with distinction until an incident in a war torn country had resulted in her losing not only the lower part of her left leg, but nearly her life, and now here she was, a million miles from the only way of life she had known for nearly a decade, still struggling to come to terms with her new existence, with only an army pension, a small apartment and a hand written letter, both of which had be bequeathed to her in her grandfather's will.

Peeling off her large, heavy overcoat, (Y/n) rummaged around in the small fridge in her room, pulling out some nondescript bottle that described itself as wine, and grabbing a glass from the small wooden shelf she dropped with a bump into a large chair that she had moved so that she could continue looking out onto the brightly lit city, sighing as the first spots of rain hit the panes.

Taking a gulp of the liquid that was barely better than vinegar, (Y/n) picked up the letter that she had been given to her by her grandfather's lawyer that evening; she had to give it to her grandfather, even up to the end he had had everything planned out in military fashion, the funeral, the music, the mourners and even the reading of the will, all seemed to have bowed down to the old man's military timing.

Putting down her glass, (Y/n) read the front of the plain white envelope, the words written in her grandfather's hand spelled out one simple sentence, To my Bionic Woman, it stated, reminding (Y/n) of the nickname that the old man had taken to calling her since she had had her futuristic prosthetic limb fitted, simple words that she couldn't help but smile to, for even from beyond the grave the old paratrooper could make her feel better.

Turning the envelope over, she broke the seal and pulled out the single thin piece of paper that was concealed inside; the letter was only made up of a few lines, but to have the words of her beloved grandfather in her hands was worth more than anything else, and as she brushed her fingers lightly over the blue pen marks, she couldn't help but feel a connection to the man that she had lost.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) swallowed the lump in her throat and began to read.

"Hello my beautiful Bionic woman, if you are reading this it means that your dear old gramps has been told its lights out by the great Sergeant Major in the sky.

Don't cry for me sweetheart, I'm gonna join Jock and Mac and the rest of the boys from the platoon and we'll all have a drink to you.

Stay strong, and remember that you were always my greatest gift, and I have always, and will always be proud of you.

Well, I should go, I'm sure that by now I'm already in trouble and the Sarge has me on KP duty; but before I forget, I need you to promise that you will look after Arthur for me, he can be a little unusual but he's a good boy, and I'm sure that he will love you and that you will get on like a house on fire.

Until we meet again.

Gramps."

(Y/n) brushed away the tears that were rolling down her cheeks, and read the last part about Arthur again; she couldn't remember her grandfather's lawyer saying anything about any kind of pet, in fact, she could never remember her grandfather ever mentioning any kind of animal to her, and she could never remember him having a pet when she was growing up, so all she could presume was that this Arthur was something that gramps had got to keep him company in his final few months, and had neglected to tell her.

As she carefully folded the letter and placed it back into its protective envelope, (Y/n) gulped down the last of the foul tasting alcohol and shook her head; a pet was the last thing she needed, sometimes it felt hard enough just looking after herself, never mind another living creature, but obviously, whatever kind of animal Arthur was, he had been important to her grandfather and one of his last wishes was for her to take care of him, and if that was what gramps wanted, then that was what she would do, now all she could hope was that this unknown creature was not some kind of giant arachnid or huge reptile that would take great delight in squeezing the life out of her.

As (Y/n) took off the last of her black suit, she stepped into the hot water of the shower, the steamy water, easing her stressed and aching muscles, her forehead resting against the still cold tiles; today had been hard enough and tomorrow was going to be no easier, cleaning out her grandfather's apartment was sure to bring back more memories than she was sure she could handle, but it had to be done, and maybe this Arthur wouldn't be so bad and she could take him home with her, after all, gramps had always said that she needed something to love, and maybe Arthur could be just that.