Arthur Fleck and Joker Imagines

Love out of time - Part 2 - Arthur x Reader

"(Y/n) woke with a start, sweat dripping from her body as she reached out her trembling hand to find the switch for the lamp on her bedside table. She had been having this same strange recurring dream for weeks, the dream always ending in the death of a couple, of which, (Y/n) always had this terrible feeling that she was the young woman.

She looked over at the alarm clock, groaning loudly as she saw that it was only 3am, and it would now be impossible for her to get back to sleep. With a heavy sigh, (Y/n) removed the damp bed sheets from her body, and headed for the bathroom, needing a shower to wash away the perspiration from her skin.

No matter what she tried, every night she would wake; every night she would need to shower and change the bedlinen before she could try and settle again, only to find that her mind was filled with the face of the man from her dream.

(Y/n) looked in the mirror, brushing her wet hair back behind her ears. She could swear that the dark circles under her eyes were getting darker by the minute, she could swear that she had only had a couple of hours of sleep a night since this whole thing started, and she had no idea how to make it stop.

As she climbed into the shower, the hot water soothing her muscles which always seemed to have got tighter during the night, making it feel as if she had just run a horizontal marathon, (Y/n) couldn't help but think about the face of the man from the dream. She had to admit that he was strangely handsome, with quite pleasing features that were complimented by the most striking pair of green eyes that she had ever seen. There was something about him that seemed so familiar, something that felt as if she had known him all her life, and she had hated the idea that she would only ever see him in her dreams.

Dragging her tired body from the shower, (Y/n) dried, and changed the linen before making her way into the kitchen. As much as she hated to admit it, the only thing keeping her going was several good, strong, cups of coffee a day, and as she brewed her first pot she couldn't help but hope that her upcoming day at work wouldn't be too taxing.

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Gary looked at Arthur as he explained what had been happening, about the recurring dream and how it felt as though it was more the memory of a previous life rather the anything else, the little man sitting across the table in the diner, listening, agog, as his friend finally looked forlornly into the cup of coffee in front of him.

"Well, I er........... I don't know what to say, Arthur." Gary told him; not sure what Arthur expected him to do.

"Do...... do you think it's normal? Should I be having dreams like this?" Arthur almost pleaded to know, Gary chuckling to himself at the notion that anything in Arthur's life could possibly ever be considered normal.

"Look. Do you remember that there was a report on the news a few weeks ago that some Archaeologists or something have found this unopened tomb in Egypt, supposedly of some undiscovered princess? Well maybe your mind has just concocted this image in your psyche and that's why you've been having these dreams. They are supposed to be opening it soon, maybe your dreams will stop when they open the tomb." Gary said, trying to think of any possible explanation that might appease Arthur's obviously frayed nerves.

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"So, did you have it again?" Penelope asked, as she took a seat at (Y/n)'s desk, the blonde always seeming far happier than any normal person should be.

"Yes, it happened again." (Y/n) moaned, as she dropped her half eaten sandwich into the bin.

One day (Y/n) had found herself telling the bubbly young woman next to her all about the dream she had been having, feeling the need to tell someone, anyone, about the strange nocturnal occurrences, and even though Penelope had proved not to be of much assistance, the fact that (Y/n) had been able to unburden herself had helped in some way; the only problem being that ever since then, Penelope had insisted on asking (Y/n) every lunchtime about whether she had had the dream the night before.