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Arthur saving reader with the building exploding headcanon but as a drabble please?

Finally got around to it. Hope you enjoy :) ♥ READER BEING RESCUED BY JOKERRRRR ♥ The Rescue – Reader x Arthur Fleck/Joker Short Ficlet: Fandom: Joker 2019 Predominately. Rating: Mature (Mention of smut&Themes) Warnings: Dark themes, mention of violence, Reader is kidnapped, Reader is bait, established Reader x Joker relationship, threats of violence and non-con (not actually taking place), threats of mutilation, guns, knives, blood, not beta-read. Summary: The Reader is held as bait in an abandoned warehouse. Joker comes to her rescue.

The Rescue:

“Not gonna smile for me, honey?” The man’s lecherous smirk was more than enough to make your stomach twist. If your hands hadn’t been tied, you would have smacked him across the cheek, just to slap that awful grin off his face.

The tall and broadly built stranger sat opposite of you on an empty crate. Wherever he got it from, you could only hazard a guess. It was the only item in this damp hall. An empty, abandoned warehouse covered in dust and grime. You hoped there was no asbestos in the dirt. The ceiling boards were hanging, holes pierced the roofs, and walls were crumbling. And there you were, seated on your knees in a wet puddle of leaked-in rain, hands tied behind your back.

Sneering at the man in front of you.

The big one seemed to be the leader as he did most of the talking. He was smirking down at you in a way that sent shivers of fright down your spine. His gaze promised nothing good. Just lecherous intent that you wish you would not be able to read so openly on his face. Would he do it? Would he actually touch you like that if the others wouldn’t be here?

“You’re disgusting,” you said, voice more like a snarl. The man merely laughed as if your insult meant nothing to him.

“Funny. No humor in this girl at all,” your kidnapper said with a bitter chuckle. “Not what I expected from the famous Joker’s girlfriend.” He clicked his tongue and gave you a sidelong glance, as if he were studying you. His gaze made you feel icky, dirty, and you pressed your lips into a defiant thin line while you glared at him. If only looks could kill.

Behind you, his henchmen were laughing. Another dent to your ego. But what did they know? If they had any brains at all then they would have known the trouble they had gotten themselves into. Apparently, they were all nitwitted, dumb criminals.

“To think he didn’t carve her up,” a woman’s voice sounded. She was standing behind the man in front of you, huddled in the meager shadows of the empty hall. There was a small smile on her lips, but it wasn’t one of joy. It was bitter, filled with disdain. Her eyes glinted dangerously when she raised her head to look straight at you, eyes locking.

“Heh,” she chuckled, though it sounded forced and not like she was enjoying the joke at all. “Missed opportunity if you ask me.”

You studied her in silence and wondered who she was to sound so embittered. One of Joker’s many enemies, you thought. He had so many, you didn’t know who they all were. He was Gotham’s number-one villain, after all. The man in the headlines, always getting away with every vile deed he did.

“I take it you are not a fan…” you sneered at her, not able to hide the acid in your voice.

Her lips curled but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She slowly made her way toward you, step for carefully measured step.

“Admirer more like,” she corrected you. “I think his work is very inspiring. Especially after having seen it up close.”

She came to a halt in front of you, even surpassing her leader, and then bent down to meet you at eye level. Her hand shot up, surprising you as she grabbed your chin, her nails digging into your skin.

“Look at you,” she murmured, nearly lovingly. “Think he’ll be sad to see his favorite toy all torn up?”

With as much force as you could gather you jerked your head out of her grip and growled, teeth showing like a wild animal trapped in a cage. “I’m not his toy.”

“No,” she nearly instantly confirmed, catching you off guard. Then she leaned backward and rose to her feet again. You watched her in silence, dumbfounded by the sudden shift in her behavior. Was she going to leave you alone?

“No,” she said again. “I am sure you mean much more to him than that.” She took silent steps away until she returned to her previous spot, lurking in the shadows of the hall.

Now the villain in front of you rose from the empty crate and stepped closer to you. His thumb stroked past your cheek, making you flinch while you tried to pull your head away. It was of no use though. His dirty thumb stuck between the corner of your lips, making you taste the dirt and grime and the salt of his unwashed skin.

“I would have expected you to smile for me, sweetheart,” he cooed, deliberately trying to draw your ire. “Isn’t that what your boyfriend is famous for?” The way he stretched that word, ‘boyfriend’, it made your heart fill with rage. So patronizing, so demeaning. As if Arthur wasn’t worthy of carrying that title.

The thumb left the corner of your lips and you spat at the ground. A thick glob of saliva, but at least the sickening taste of him was gone.

“You keep your hands away from me,” you snarled, the sound of your own voice like that of a stranger’s. You’d never heard yourself this angry and this desperate before. So full of rage. “He’ll come for me.”

“Oh,” the big man crooned, happily even. “I am hoping for it. After all, the only reason you are still alive is because we need you as our bait.”

And then he leaned over you, enveloping you in his shadow and the stench of his breath and sweat. “But we could always have a little fun before your boyfriend gets here,” his voice dropped even lower while you tried to control your own breathing. Not too fast, not too deep. Don’t show him your fear.

“I could just fuck you here and now. Don’t care if the boys are watching. Let me stretch you real good and then carve a fucking nice smile on those lovely cheeks of yours.”

The cold steel of a knife against your cheek caught you by surprise, and for a short moment, you found yourself unable to breathe. Where had he got that from? You had not seen him reach for it. The tip of the blade pressed against the corner of your lips, where earlier his thumb had been. Then it traced lightly past your lips to the other side.

“Don’t think I’ll keep it to just your pretty face. Once I’m done with you I’ll carve you up nice and pretty for the Joker to find. Give him a bit of a show. What do you say, eh, love?”

“Do it,” the woman behind him sneered. “Rip her open. See how he’ll act when he finds her carved up like that. Like he did to my sister.”

Sister, you thought alerted. So this was revenge, you realized. Revenge because Arthur had hurt someone. And now her family had come to return the favor.

“She’s just bait,” the woman added. “Never said she had to be in mint condition upon being returned.”

You glowered at her, wishing she would take a step out of the shadows so you could see her face and quite possibly wipe the smirk off of it. The smirk that you imagined to be there. She sounded way too smug.

Instead, the big man caught your attention again.

“Carve a nice smile onto that pretty face of yours. How do you think he would feel about that? His work being imitated. A copycat.”

Your eyes lit up in anger. “So that is it. Pathetic,” the snort that escaped you was anything but gallant. But at least your reply had the big man take a step back. The knife now hung loosely against your skin, not pressing into it any longer, while he looked at you expectingly.

“You’re just jealous,” you concluded, seeing how the man’s eyes darkened with rage. But you had hit a spot there, you were certain of it. “You’re jealous because Joker gets all the attention nowadays.”

And that must be it, you thought with a shock. The woman had personal revenge as a motive, but you had a sneaky suspicion that she wasn’t part of the male gang. That somehow, they were in it for the money.

These minor criminals tried to get their hands on you to lure your lover in. But they would not get the outcome that they wanted. Joker was not someone to trifle with. And as a matter of fact, neither were you.

“How often do we read about minor criminals in the daily mail?” you said, not allowing the man in front of you to say something in his defense. “How often have you and your men been in the news recently? Judging by the fact I have no idea who you guys are I’ll hazard a guess and say: never.”

Oh, to feel the anger radiate from the men surrounding you, overpowering you. It felt delicious. You had them, you were riling them up.

“I bet it eats you to know that no matter how much effort you put into your crimes, you’ll never reach the front page. Because my boyfriend is on there, stealing the limelight when he robs another bank or outsmarts an entire police force.”

They had fallen silent. And good riddance, you thought, suddenly feeling mightier than you had before. You took the liberty to rise to your feet, the knife too loose to hurt you as you got up. You felt the dirt that clung to your knees, the wet dribble of the stale rain as it dripped down your shins. But you felt more glorious in this moment than you ever had. Strong and confident, you lifted your head until your eyes met those of your captor. A small smirk played on your lips, no doubt it was unlike the smile he had wanted to carve there.

“He is coming,” you sang-sung, all set on vexing your captor as much as you could. “He is coming and you aren’t going to like what he’ll do.”

The slap was hard, the sound echoed through the empty hall. You looked up at your captor with eyes wide, hardly believing that he had actually hit you. It took you a moment to realize that you were back on the floor, hands behind your back, knees hurting from the fall onto the broken concrete floor. You looked up at the man, dazed, and then suppressed a chuckle. Why were you being this silly? All you had to do was stay alive until Arthur would come and rescue you. Surely you could do that?

Why then taunt them until it drives them to violence? What good would that do you?

“Listen, you little bitch,” the big man in front of you groused. His hand formed a fist around your throat while he brought the knife back to your cheek. You struggled as he lifted you up, feet dangling just an inch above the floor, but it was enough. Even with your toes stretched, you couldn’t reach it. You were choking.

Desperate to find a way out of his hold, your eyes darted to your surroundings. There was the woman, smirking. “Fuck her till she bleeds,” the woman snarled, increasing the hate you felt for her tenfold. You heard the men behind you cheer. Obscene words filled the otherwise empty hallway, their echoes reminders in your ears of what they wanted to do to you, how they viewed you, what they thought.

You felt your mind growing dizzy while tears blurred your eyes. You were left gasping, your fingers twitching behind your back eager to try and pry his fingers apart so you could breathe again. But your hands were still tied, you could not reach for him.

His grip was relentless and unyielding.

Slowly, the last of your oxygen was leaving you and your vision started to sway.

Too much, it was too much. You felt the big man press his body against yours, his hot shaft poked through his pants and into your thigh. “I’ll ride you like a ferry wheel ride,” the man groused in your ear. “Take you for a round or two then hand you down to my friends till they get tired of the sloppy ride.” And then, when all hope was leaving your body, you saw the bright light behind him.

The woman spun around in shock, no longer embraced by the darkness.

He’s here.

You instantly knew it was him, before even seeing him. The small smile that curled your lips came, involuntarily, all on its own accord. The hand that had held you released you and you dropped to the hard concrete floor for a second time that day.

He was the first one you saw entering the room to rescue you. His red suit a bright dot against the white light from outside and the bleak greyness of the walls. The dirt crunched underneath his feet, his cigarette in hand while his green eyes sought out the display in front of him.

“Well,” the words came out croaked, as if Arthur hadn’t had any water to drink in a long while. Lips parched, make-up on it cracked, you watched with fascination as he spoke. “Seems you’ve got something of mine.”

His eyes were heavy and full of emotions that could barely be contained. You could see by the way he clenched his jaw that he was trying to keep his composure, cheeks hollow as he observed the men and the woman in front of him. But he kept his calm, standing there without twitching, voice unquavering and audible for all to hear.

“I should like it back.”

“It,” you heard the woman hiss under her breath. “Told you she was merely a toy.”

Joker’s eyes flashed to her side dangerously. If he had been in a forgiving mood, which you heavily doubted, she had now ruined any chances of survival completely.

At least the big man had let go of you and took a step away, stepping in front of you as if to shield you from Joker’s eyes. He spread his arms, obscuring you from your boyfriend’s sight even more. He shouldn’t have come a second later.

“You want your girl back,” the big man began, “you’re going to have to make a deal with us.”

Behind you, you heard some of the men suck in their breaths. And quite right so, you thought. Looking past the big man’s legs, you saw Arthur standing in the bright light that came from outside. Unmoving, like a statue. It was hard to read his expression. Not because he lacked emotion, but because he was so full of it. His left hand rested in his pocket, his right held the cigarette. Smoke curled up from the tip, adding only to the ethereal visage he had become while standing so quietly in the light.

After a silence that seemed to stretch on for too long, the big man finally took another step forward, eager to say something else, when Arthur finally turned his head to him.

“Is that so?” was all he asked. The implication was clear. He wasn’t keen to do business with the criminals that were now slowly starting to circle him. He wasn’t threatened by the amount of guns that were pointed at him, ever so slowly, or the amount of knives that were revealed in the henchmen’s hands.

He was swifter than any of them had suspected, and before you could blink, the sound of gunshots echoed through the hall. A few walls crumbled and now held fresh holes in them. But Arthur was fast.

He nimbly avoided the shots, only had to step aside really, and with such a graceful movement it seemed like a dance. Behind him, his own henchmen emerged, armed to the teeth. They did not hesitate and started to fire. You instantly dropped to the floor and squeezed your eyes shut. But it seemed like no bullets came raking past you. Almost as if everyone knew not to aim at you.

The big man fell down to his knees, wounded by a bullet to his side. His hands reached for the wound. The blood came seeping through his fingers while he looked at his fingers with eyes wide. You watched how Joker came to stand behind him. Calm and collected. The big man’s henchmen were too busy fighting for their lives, they could not be bothered rescuing their leader.

Joker’s legs spread as he stabilized himself behind his victim. You would have thought he’d gone for the gun, but he reached for the big man’s knife instead.

So he wanted to make him suffer, you thought? And a cruel smile spread on your lips once more.

Your face was roughly pushed down against the floor before you could enjoy the moment any longer. One of the big man’s henchmen had the nerve to have come up behind you, a gun to your head. You felt the nuzzle press against your hair while you sputtered to breathe.

“It’s over, Joker,” the man behind you groused. “Lower the knife or I swear to God, I’ll blow her brains out.”

All you remember is that you tried to peek, that you tried to raise your head from the floor just to catch a glimpse of how Arthur was responding to the threat. You could see him. Calm and collected, slowly turning away from the big man who was gurgling at this point though you did not know if it was because of the bullet or if Arthur had gotten to him with the knife.

And then, a bright light.

You could breathe again. The heavy weight pressing upon you was lifted. The sound of a fist connecting with skin, of bones snapping, of the man who had tried to threaten you crying out before he was forever silenced. A sharp loud cry of the woman as she begged not to suffer the same fate as her sister. Joker must have gotten to her then, you realized. And he was taking his revenge.

A beat of silence.

And then the feeling of warm arms embracing you. Familiar. Kind. Safe.

His face came into your vision. The colorful lines curved upward into a genuine smile of relief and love.

You grasped Joker’s jacket, resting your cheek against his chest while you nuzzled your nose against the fabric to take in his scent. It brought comfort to you. You’d never felt safer than here in his embrace.

He carried you, bridal style, for everyone to see, away from this horrific nightmare. A clear signal was given that day that no one should touch Joker’s girl. Journalists outside captured the scene as Joker walked away, calmly, committed, with you resting in his arms. With him looking down at you, a warm smile curling his lips.

It felt surreal, but at the same time, you knew this was truly happening. While gunshots surrounded you and screams continued, Arthur carried you out of the wrecked building.

Behind you, the gunshots quieted down. You heard footsteps and saw how Arthur’s men rushed out of the building. They knew that if they were too slow, Joker wouldn’t wait for them.

And they were right.

Behind you, the abandoned warehouse exploded in a light show of fireworks.

Joker made the front page again. This time with you in his arms.

-- AN: Might write a different fill later on for the same prompt :) But at least it has me getting back on track. There are still some more prompts pending so expect more in the near future.

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