Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

A Good Heart - Part 2 - Arthur x Reader

"Wow!" (Y/n) exclaimed softly, as she returned from upstairs, her eyes falling on the now cleanish face of the clown, feeling slightly embarrassed that she had declared her amazement at the fact that this Arthur really was quite handsome.

"W-w-what?" Arthur asked nervously as he picked up all the makeup covered tissues, desperately looking around for a wastepaper basket to dispose his rubbish into.

"Sorry....... its just nice to see that I was right about you being handsome under all that thick makeup." (Y/n) explained, coughing uncomfortably as Arthur stared at her in slight shock. He wasn't used to having people describe him as handsome, he'd been called funny looking, and on the odd occasion he had even been described as ugly, so to have a beautiful woman call him handsome was not what you would call the norm.

"Thank you, but really I'm not; I think I'm the ugliest person I know." Arthur sighed, looking down at the floor, anxiously tying to conceal his glowing red cheeks.

"There you go with that self-deprecation thing again; have you never heard of the phrase 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'? Well in this case, I am the beholder, and I happen to think that you are quite beautiful." (Y/n) stated, smiling softly as she walked over to stand in front of him, taking Arthur's chin in the palm of her hand and raising his head so that their eyes met.

"Unless you work with a bunch of ridiculously handsome people, then I think that you are doing yourself a great disservice, and I also think we are going to have to work on your self esteem issues, Arthur." (Y/n) told him, as she brushed some of his sweat soaked hair back over his head.

"Now, these are the best clothes I could find, they may be a little big for you, but they are better than those things you have on. I want you to go upstairs to my apartment and take a nice shower, I've left out a towel for you and you can use anything you need. Once you're done, come back down and I'll have some iced tea waiting." (Y/n) said, handing Arthur a plain T-shirt and a light pair of trackpants, as she pushed him towards the stairs.

Arthur made his way up the flight of steps before pushing on the door and entering the neat and tidy apartment above the store; he couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the walls and shelves of the living space, there seemed to be objects from all over the world meticulously placed all over the room; African and Asian masks hung like hunters trophies from the walls, while a multitude of items were placed on every last little bit of space; normally it would seem cluttered, but in this case everything was placed so that it seemed to have a purpose, and was meant to be there.

As he moved further into the apartment, he noticed the pictures in frames that dotted the coffee table; all seemed to be of a younger version of the woman he had just met with an older couple, and she seemed so happy as she sat on horseback or fished in the photographs; but one important thing he did notice was that there was no sign of a man's presence in the home, the clothes that she had given him were definitely for a male, but there was nothing else that would suggest the presence of anyone other than (Y/n), a fact that Arthur found strangely pleasing.

Dragging himself into the shower, the cool water soothing his overheated form, Arthur couldn't help but smile slightly; even though he did not know (Y/n), it felt nice to have someone care about his wellbeing, even if it was a beautiful stranger. At first he felt as though she was slightly bossy, pulling and pushing him around, but now he could see that as the old lady had said, it was a kind heart that merely wanted the best for another human being, a trait that was very rare in Gotham.

Reluctantly he stepped out of the water, wrapping himself in the big fluffy dark blue towel that she had left for him; it was strange, but he liked the smell, it was the thing that he had noticed about her after her eyes and smile, the wonderful smell of jasmine and honeysuckle that had drifted through the air and caressed his senses like a lovers fingers gently stroking his skin, it was a smell that he already loved, a smell that he wanted to continue to love.