#keoghan!joker x reader

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Mirror, mirror on the wall" - Keoghan!Joker x Detective!Reader

[TW: scars, mentions of past abuse]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: A scar is not equal to another scar. Despite that, survivors are pretty much the same. Joker meets a detective who's not so easy to impress or intimidate.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.6k

A/N: got inspired by playing 'Still Life' for the hundredth time. Old game but still great and highly replayable.

Gordon wasn't one to joke around, especially when it came to the life and safety of Gotham and its citizens. Still, you couldn't believe he was absolutely serious:

"Look as much as I hate to say it if there’s someone who can get some sense out of that madman, it’s you," Gordon confessed.

He's been at this for the entire week, no matter what excuse you gave him. Normally, he would be a lot more civil and drop the subject the moment you said "no" for the first time but, unfortunately for you, he was a little too desperate. You knew he simply cared and felt like there was nothing else he could do to push the investigation forward. It was that uncharacteristic pushiness that made you question your own will - if there truly was no one else and Gordon was crumbling feeling powerless, maybe you could take a leap out of your comfort zone and into the deep, dark chasm of uncharted trauma.

"Why me, Gordon?" you asked in a weak voice. Truthfully, you weren't sure why you were even asking him that question - you knew perfectly well why.

"You've been through shit, detective. Shit I can't put into words. You got a good look into a psycho's mind and came out alive. You survived history's worst and that changes people."

Elegant euphemisms were one of the reasons Gordon was so good with people. He knew that "change" barely scratched the surface of what happened to you.

"What about your bat partner in crime?"

The officer stood with his hands on his hips. He shook his head slightly before answering you.

"Batman may be good, really damn good but he lacks your self-control. Get him in a room with that guy and he’ll scream and bang on the glass like he did with the Riddler. Maybe even worse. And that ain’t gon’ get us anything useful out of him."

Gordon was right. You knew that, although didn't want to admit it as admitting it would rid you of all of your excuses and you'd have to face and make use of something that murdered a part of you years ago. A scar had to become a medal.

"Alright," you said quietly. Gordon's shoulders momentarily slouched. "I'll try but no promises."

"Good enough for me. Thank you, detective. I know how much this costs you."

"No, you don't, Gordon."

He didn't try to argue or reason. There was no way in which he could relate to your experience - to that dark basement and rusty chains. Although it gnawed at him, that he couldn't offer genuine understanding and sympathy to someone he cared about, Gordon was secretly relieved, even happy, that he was unable to. He saw how those terrifying days changed you, made you into an entirely new person and he lived in fear of what they would have done to him.

You would live a happy life never stepping foot on Arkham Island. The barbed wire, neogothic buildings, unkept gardens - all of that painted a grim picture of an already unwelcoming place. Arkham Asylum looked like Tim Burton's theme park joke was taken too far.

"My condolences, ma'am," the guardian who was leading you said. "Over here, we do everything not to end up in the same room with that freak and you came here willingly."

"Wouldn't call that 'willingly'," you said under your breath. Had Gordon appeared any less desperate or powerless, you wouldn't have agreed.

"Warden Sharp agreed to one hour interview," the guardian continued. He stopped in front of the door to the visiting room, his hand resting on the door handle. "If you need more time, your supervisor gotta send in a query. I know you probably know all the rules but I'm still required to tell you them, so: don't touch the divider, don't provoke him, don't hand out any prohibited objects. The guards are authorized to step in and immediately end the interview should they deem the situation dangerous for either party. Good luck with whatever you have going on, detective."

The guard gave you a sympathetic look and pushed the door open. For some reason, the lighting was outstandingly dim inside the room. While the side where the prisoners sat was bright, the visitors could barely see anything on theirs. Without a hint of anxiety in your step or facial expression, you entered the visiting room.

Once he got to see your outline in the corridor lights, Joker's eyes kept following each of your movements and microexpressions. Even when the bizarre darkness made you disappear for a moment, it felt as if he was still capable of seeing not only you but through you. There was a mischievous yet amused smile on his face. His visual did not terrify you - it no longer could. One simply cannot get scared of clowns after playing statues with the Devil himself.

"I'm a detective with the Gotham Police Department," you said as you sat down and pulled out the file you brought. "We're investigating recent bombings happening throughout the city."

"Sorry, sweetheart, can't remember making anything go ka-byool lately." His handcuffs rattled as he waved his fingers to accentuate his point. Joker's hands were drenched with already dried blood. That sight hit a little too close to home for you but you took a calm, deep breath and didn't let your sudden uneasiness show.

"Maybe not you but one of your old friends possibly had."

You pulled a few papers stuck together with a paperclip out of the police file. Carefully, you slid the small dossier through the small opening in the Plexi divider. It was a very 'train station booking office' design.

At the very top of the papers was a mugshot. The picture presented a heavily tattooed man with a bizarre haircut and a harelip: Cooper, who used to be something akin to an underboss before his boss, Joker, got locked up. Curiously, Cooper seemed to literally vanish off the face of Earth as soon as that happened.

Joker barely spared a glance at the picture when he voiced an opinion with utmost certainty:

"Nah, it's not him."

He pushed the papers back towards you with disinterest. It shouldn't be surprising: he surely knew more about Cooper and his possible associates than the police did. You couldn't tell him anything new.

"What makes you say that?" you asked. Joker only laughed.

"He's an absolute, complete, useless moron. He lacks the, hmm... " he paused looking for the right word while waving his hands, "sophistication for something this big."

"And yet he was your go-to for so many years. How did that work out?"

"Darling, you know what's great about working with idiots?"

"They don't ask questions?"

"Oh, you were so close!" he exclaimed giddily. "They don't question."

Were all antisocial people so nitpicky?

Although the building was old and made of stone, the air inside was very warm. Feeling a little hot, you rolled up the sleeves of your shirt, reluctantly presenting the very thing that made you eligible for that lovely interrogation you were conducting: various burns and scars left from chains digging into your skin. At least once a day you considered getting full sleeve tattoos to cover them up but it wasn't considered exactly professional among higher ranked police force. You didn't need another stigma following you and your career.

"It's you." Joker cackled with mysterious satisfaction. Was he expecting you? Truthfully, it wouldn't be so surprising: your survival made national news and the demimonde, directly connected to your capturing, could only be equally interested. "Please, indulge me, princess peach."

"How about you tell me what you know about the bombings and I'll tell you about what gives me sleepless nights."

"Aw, you're trynna tease me, officer?" His pronunciation of the title was at least mocking. It didn't impress him one bit and neither did the badge. "I don't like teases. They ruin the fun."

"Treat it as a fair exchange. Intel," you pointed at yourself first, "for intel." You pointed at Joker to make your point.

"And what if you're boring, princess peach?" he asked with a whine in his voice. "Who will guarantee my fun time?"

"No one," you answered with a shrug. Although that wicked smile never left his face, you thought that a shadow of viciousness appeared in his eyes. Something about your aloofness was getting to him. "You either play with fire or there's no deal. Just you and your sad little life in your sad little cell. No fun for either of us."

"Risky business, princess peach," he sang to you.

You had to make him cooperate somehow or anyhow. Momentarily, you leaned closer to the Plexi divider. The tip of your nose was nearly touching it. Joker's smile only widened.

"You tell me what I want and I'll tell you everything you want to know," you said quietly. "Every darkest, most fearful memory I have. You want to hear what he did to me and how? How loud I prayed to God to finally kill me? First, you gotta tell me about Cooper and who he could be working with."

Joker was quiet but appeared very cocky in his silence. For a moment he was simply staring at you, his eyes studying your face - he was evidently waiting for something.

"I'm looking forward to our little dates, sweetheart."

It was suspicious to you that between you and Joker, he was the one imprisoned and yet he seemed to be the only one enjoying himself. He wasn't stupid - he knew you needed him more than he needed you. In fact, he probably had figured out that if Gotham's police goes to him for help, you must be in a really hopeless place. Joker was going to milk your little arrangement as much as he could - that you were already certain of.

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[mermaid-trash]

Can you please please write another keoghan!Joker smut?? Maybe a part two To the fic you wrote about the Bat sending the reader into Arkham?

A/n: this is FILTH, I hope you all enjoy ^-^ 💚

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only!! P in V, thigh riding, choking, spitting, unsafe sex, swearing

Wordcount: 3k

Part One - Part Two

The Siren Song - Part Three

In the time it took Joker’s driver to take you across the city, he had filled you in on every messy detail of his escape from Arkham with pleasure, giggling excitedly at his own acts of violence. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he spoke, watching him mime bashing a guards head against a wall with a wide-eyed, eager gaze. He basked in the attention, and never once missed your gaze wandering down the length of his slender frame, draped across the seat of the very expensive car elegantly and looking like royalty, despite the prison uniform he still wore.

When the car finally pulled into a dark garage, you had been ushered out of the back seat and into a sleek elevator, where you stood beside Joker a little sheepishly, surrounded by his burly cronies, watching the floor numbers tick by as you ascended. When at last the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Joker wasted no time in grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the apartment with him.

The view was the first thing you noticed, through the extravagant floor to ceiling windows across one wall of the apartment. From this height, Gotham looked beautiful. You couldn’t see the rats hiding in the shadows from this high up.

Joker watched you wander around the vast living room, admiring the sleek modern architecture and elegant decor. You thought distantly of your own apartment, cluttered and damp, just a short ways across the city.

“Who lives here?” You asked, admiring a piece of abstract art on the wall. Joker moved silently across the room to stand behind you, his gaze burning holes into the back of your head.

“That doesn’t matter, dolly, he’s not gonna be needing it any time soon.” He said with a giggle, and you signalled your understanding with a hum.

“It’s a nice place.” You said quietly, with a hint of bitterness.

“Mmm, you haven’t even seen the bedroom yet, kitten.” Joker’s voice was low and seductive, and one of his bloodstained hands found the crook of your waist, his rough fingers dragging against a sliver of smooth skin between the hem of your t-shirt and waistband of your loose pants. The soft caress of his skin on yours sent a jolt of electricity down your spine, and his intense gaze didn’t miss the slight shiver you tried to repress.

“Only one bedroom? That’s awfully presumptuous.” You quipped back, trying not to allow yourself to lean into his touch. He chuckled and you felt him move closer, his warm breaths fanning over the sensitive skin of your throat.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what I can do to you, dolly.” He chided, and the hand on your waist curled around your front, flattening against your stomach. “How desperate I can make you, even without touching you. Do you really think you’ll be able to resist the temptation, hmm?”

His words made your stomach flutter, and your head subconsciously tilted to one side, baring your throat for him. He dipped his head and pressed a lingering kiss to your pulse point, causing your heart to race and eyes to flutter shut. His hand began to slide slowly down from your stomach, his fingertips grazing the waistband of your pants tantalisingly, and you couldn’t stop your traitorous hips from moving forward of their own accord, seeking more of his touch. He chuckled against your flushed skin.

“So impatient, kitten.” Joker murmured, and ran his tongue sloppily from the crook of your neck to behind your jaw, causing a small whimper to escape your parted lips.

Then, just as your mind began to grow foggy with lust, he pulled away, stepping backwards and withdrawing his touch just as soon as he had gifted it. You panted, feeling vaguely as though he had left you to dangle from the precipice of a cliff, and spun quickly to face him. He took in your flustered state with his signature grin wide on his face.

“You need to learn to wait, dolly. I’ll give you everything you deserve, eventually.” Joker soothed, dragging the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip with a heavy lidded gaze. “Now, I have things to take care of, so make yourself comfortable and wait for me.”

Despite your indignance at his teasing, you obeyed the order without a second thought, flopping down on the large plush sofa with a heavy sigh as soon as he had left the room. One of his cronies from the elevator positioned himself by the doorway, on Joker’s orders you assumed. You ignored the guard, staring at the wall for a few moments, thinking wistfully of your phone still in your apartment and wishing you could scroll aimlessly to kill some time.

Your eyes scanned around the vast living room, searching for something to entertain you, falling on the television remote at the other end of the sofa, and you crawled over to flick the TV on.

The screen flared into life, and when you were greeted with your own face on the news channel, all of the air left your lungs. You stared at the headline until the words had been burned into your retinas: ‘Local woman kidnapped by escaped murderer’.

“Following a breakout from Arkham Hospital earlier this afternoon,” the stoic news reporter read, “a woman in Gotham has been kidnapped by the serial killer known as ‘Joker’. She was last seen by a neighbour being carried out of her apartment by this escaped criminal. The whereabouts of this local woman and ‘Joker’ are, as of right now, unknown.”

Your wide eyes remained fixed on the screen, an unfamiliar sensation settling in the pit of your stomach as the new report continued, showing footage of police searching your home, forensics teams snapping photos of the glass that Joker had left across the floor. It was surreal, like a dream sequence taking place before your very eyes. You thought of your friends watching this at home and worrying, probably blowing up your phone with concerned texts, and your stomach churned suddenly. Hastily, you stood, striding towards the expansive window and looking out across the dark city, unable to watch the TV any longer.

In the distance, you could see the flashing of red and blue police lights speeding along the roads. This was a common sight in Gotham that you would normally igore, but as you looked down upon them from this extravagant apartment with your own missing persons report playing behind you, you felt unfathomably powerful. You recognised the irony of the situation; through your ‘kidnapping’, you felt as though you had regained control of your own life. The feeling was euphoric, and you couldn’t hold back the laughter that broke free from your chest. You laughed and laughed, until you were doubled over with tears in your eyes.

“What’s so funny, dolly?” Joker’s low voice, tinged with amusement, suddenly came from behind you.

Spinning to face him, you find him staring at you with his head tilted to one side curiously. He had changed his clothes in the brief time he had been away, and you fought to keep from staring at his slender, scarred arms beneath the rolled up sleeves of his black button up shirt.

Still giggling, you nod your head in the direction of the TV, and Joker joins you in your laughter when he reads the headline across the bottom of the screen.

“I feel like this is the first thing I’ve ever done for myself, but they all think I’m some victim. Like I can’t make my own decisions, even if they are crazy decisions.” You explained through your giggles, and Joker’s hands fell to your hips again, pulling you closer to him. Your arms naturally fell over his shoulders, your hands clasping together behind his neck. Gazing into his pale blue eyes you realised just how close your faces were, and the proximity left you feeling a little breathless.

“They always underestimated you, dolly, even Batsy,” he murmured, his hard gaze dropping to your lips, and your breathing hitched.

“Everyone, except you?” You asked softly, and his crimson grin widened.

“Everyone except me.” Joker repeated, and then he was finally kissing you.

Your mouths moved against one another frantically, hungrily, and it felt like his hands were everywhere all at once; gripping your waist, grabbing your ass through your clothes, sliding up your shirt to grope at your breasts- the sensations were overwhelming, and you whined against his mouth as he dragged you backwards towards the sofa, pulling you down until you straddled one of his thighs. Your heart pounded in your chest as he stared up at you with that dark, intense look in his eyes.

“I’ve wanted you like this since the first time I saw you, dolly.” Joker confessed as you flattened your palms against his chest, feeling the toned muscles beneath his shirt. “Such a pretty thing, I knew I needed you all for myself.”

He leaned up and fixed his mouth to the column of your throat, harshly sucking a deep mauve mark into the smooth skin there as you panted, too engrossed in the feeling of his skin on yours to focus on his words, but loving the sound of his low, gravelly voice in your ear as you grind you hips down against his thigh, feeling arousal pooling in your panties.

“F-fuck, please, more,” you groaned, and he chuckled a little.

“Nuh uh, I told you, dolly, you need to learn to wait.” He whispered against your ear, his hands holding your waist in place roughly as you attempted to rut against him, desperate for friction. He yanked your t-shirt over your head quickly, admiring your bra-less chest with both of your wrists clasped in one of his hands.

Joker’s mouth attached to your breast, his tongue laving your nipple roughly as his dark eyes remained open to watch your reaction. You let out a soft moan and your head fell back in pleasure as he grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh. You squirmed in place, still held still by his rough hands on your hips but growing increasingly desperate for stimulation.

“Please,” you whined, and Joker’s head rose from your breast, one of his brows quirking up as if in question. The sight almost made you angry from how easily he was able to rile you up and reveal no reaction himself. “Please, I need you to touch me.”

You were aware of how pathetic you sounded, but you no longer cared about that.

Joker’s grin widened and he leaned back against the sofa cushions, his pale blue eyes narrowing as he regarded your flushed demeanour.

“Take your pants off.” He ordered, and you scrambled to obey, stripping your trousers and damp panties from your body before he pulled you back into your position atop one of his thighs. “Make yourself cum on my thigh, dolly, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

Feeling a little self conscious with his intense expectant stare fixed on you, you began to rock your hips against the firm muscle, the friction of his trousers against your slick pussy sending small jolts of pleasure through your core. His hands fell to your hips, encouraging your movements with a darkness behind his eyes that you had never seen before.

It took only a few moments of this for the rocking of your hips to grow increasingly frantic. Your chest heaved with heavy pants as your stomach began to tighten, your moans grew louder and more desperate with every drag of your clit against his trousers.

“F-fuck…” you gasped, clenching your eyes shut as your orgasm approached rapidly. “I-I’m gonn- oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum-”

“That’s it, dolly, cum for me.” His low, sinister voice pushed you over the edge and you came with a hoarse cry, falling forward against his chest exhaustedly as you rode out the last waves of your orgasm against his thigh.

Joker barely even allowed you to catch your breath before he had flipped you onto your back, looming over you with a gleeful glint in his eyes.

“You did so well,” he praised, and you could hear the sound of his trousers being unzipped through the hazy post-orgasm fuzz in your brain. “Such a good girl for me, hmm?”

You nodded, unable to form words yet, and he chuckled. With a rough grip on your trembling calves, he yanked your legs over his shoulders and pressed his heavy, flushed cock against your oversensitive pussy, thrusting slightly to rub the length against your wetness.

“Tell me, did you think about me after your visit, hmm?” His cock dragged against your clit, and you gasped out a confirmation to his question.

“Every night…f-fuck…” you panted, opening your hazy eyes to gaze up at him. “Needed you so bad…”

“Aw, poor thing,” Joker cooed mockingly. He withdrew his cock from where it rested against your folds, and cackled when you whined at the loss of stimulation. “Mmm, I think you’ve earned your reward now, dolly.”

Anticipation burned in your chest as he shifted slightly, and when you finally felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance, you couldn’t hold back the loud moan that burst free from your chest.

With one push he bottomed out inside you, the delicious stretch of your pussy around his thick length drawing a low growl from him. Immediately, he set a relentless pace, and you allowed him to, knowing that he was probably as desperate as you were after so long in Arkham, even if he did do a better job of hiding it.

“So good for me,” He groaned as one of his hands reached up to grip your throat, his bloodstained fingers tightening dangerously on either side of your windpipe.

Your head began to swim as you allowed him to piston his hips against you, drawing graphic moans from you with every smack of his balls against your ass. His grip on your throat never wavered, and you soon grew lightheaded. One of your hands scrambled to grab his wrist, attempting to pull his hand away from your throat as the edges of your vision were darkening, but he was too strong.

Only when your eyes began to roll back in your head and the darkness had almost taken over did he release you, laughing as you gasped for air. His manic eyes were fixed on your cockdrunk expression as he pounded into you, and when he leaned forward to press your thighs into your chest, his cock repeatedly hit that spot inside you that made you see stars.

“What would Batsy think if he saw you like this, hmm? Being a desperate little slut for me, making these pretty noises.” Joker mocked as his hand dropped between your legs to rub circles around your swollen clit, his intense gaze still fixed on your flushed face. Hair clung to the sweat beading on your forehead as he dragged you towards your second orgasm.

“Fuck!” You cried out, feeling the pleasure building rapidly in your spine. Your mouth hung open in a perfect ‘o’, and when Joker gripped your face harshly, you opened it wider without even being asked. He spat into your awaiting mouth and you swallowed without instruction, earning a satisfied cackle from him as he watched the bobbing of your throat with glee.

“I’m gon- oh, shit, I’m gonna cum, please, please,” you babbled, still begging desperately as your second orgasm took over your senses, tears beginning to gather in the corner of your eyes from the overstimulation as he continued to slam his hips into yours, his length twitching as you clenched around him.

When your body grew limp and eyes fluttered shut, Joker’s hand wrapped around your throat again.

“Look at me, dolly.” He hissed, and you obeyed, gazing up at him blearily. “I’m gonna cum inside you, fill you up and make you mine, and I want you to watch me while I do it.”

Nodding weakly, you fought to keep your eyes open against the exhaustion you felt, and his thrusts grew impossibly quicker and deeper. He grunted and growled as his cock began to twitch and throb inside you, shooting hot spurts of cum deep into you.

As soon as his orgasm had ended, Joker withdrew from you and tucked himself back into his trousers, admiring the steady rise and fall of your chest as you caught your breath while his cum oozed slowly from your pussy and onto the sofa.

Without a word, he walked away from you, crossing the room to a drinks cabinet in the corner and pouring himself a glass of whiskey from an ornate glass bottle. Your head fell to the side, and your tired gaze fell upon your reflection in the window; laying sprawled across the sofa, bruises already beginning to form on your throat from Joker’s harsh grip, you barely recognised yourself. You wondered for a moment if you had made a mistake in surrendering yourself to this dangerous man, until your eyes fell upon the bat signal shining high in the sky. The thought of how the Batman would react to your betrayal brought a weak smile to your face and you began to giggle, still feeling a little dazed.

“Did you know that they’d think you kidnapped me?” You asked suddenly, and the hoarseness of your voice surprised you. Joker turned back to face you, whiskey glass still in hand, and grinned wider than ever before.

“That doesn’t matter, kitten. He knows that you’re mine now, that’s all that matters.” He explained, approaching to sit beside you with his gaze lingering on your naked body. Propping yourself up on shaky elbows, you reached over and swiped the glass from his hand, sipping the fiery liquid slowly as you thought.

“So…what were you saying earlier, about the bedroom?” You asked, glancing up at him through your lashes and admiring him as he threw his head back in raucous laughter.

“Mmm, I knew you’d be fun to have around, dolly.”

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[imagine--if]

#10 for the Joker :))

A/N: J’s a softie with the love of his life and the love of his life only, change my mind 😤💜

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Prompt: "Please stay..."

Words: 236

He’s strangely comforting, the wild man with green, disheveled hair and scarred, pale skin. His fingers have dried blood under their short nails from earlier in the day during one of his mad heists or chaotic ambushes, and you’ve gotten used to seeing it, as he toys with your hair and absentmindedly walks his fingers up and down your arms or legs.

Night falls and the darkness deepens outside the building. With one final, soft slap to one of your legs, he gets up.

“Gettin’ late, queenie. Sleep a little, huh? Tomorrow’s another crazy day.”

The sudden absence of the Joker’s warm hand from your skin makes you frown a little, and without thinking, you instinctively call out to him.

“Hey, wait-!”

J turns back to you in interest, and you bite your lip hesitantly before continuing.

“I mean… can you… please stay…?”

A flicker of understanding seems to pass through Joker’s blue eyes before it’s replaced with cockiness and a light smirk.

“If you insist, dolly. Budge up, then.”

Just as you expected, the presence of the madman who lies beside you and hums in contentment to himself is all it takes to make you relax. It’s an ironic thigh, you being the only person in Gotham safe enough to sleep beside The Joker completely unguarded…

But what’s more ironic is that The Joker himself is completely ungraded too, only in a whole different way.

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[stargirlfics]

keoghan!joker x innocent reader and the reader is so afraid of him but also so intrigued and desperate for his approval and praise and he knows about it- he would constantly try to scare them and tease them about it </3

This! I think he gets a kick out of people being scared of him, he gets it, he looks scary and he takes it as an opportunity to be terrifying because he can get control that way

With innocent!reader it’s expected but it would be interesting if he was surprised for once by how you want his approval and praise, he scares the living daylights out of you, you know his reputation, he’s done bad things and is quite unhinged which makes him unpredictable

Yet you’re intrigued and that is something he’s intrigued by too, especially with such a sweet thing like you, he expected you to be cowering and running away at the slightest movement but you seem to wanna stick close by, just watching him

He’ll def take it as an opportunity to fuck with you but get closer to you too, he’s not one to pass up a chance to have some fun

#keoghan!joker x reader

[stellatekintsugi]

Barry Keoghan for Arena Homme+

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[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

The Killing Moon

Slight AU: What if the Joker broke out of Arkham and grabbed Y/N?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: lots of angst, kidnapping, threats against children, torture mention (not explicit), breakdown, panic attack, basically this is just angsty af

Word Count: 3314

A/N: Here’s the angsty bonus chapter I mentioned! No request for this, it was just bouncing around in my brain. Pretty sure this can be read as a standalone, and I may have already planned out a part 2. Here’s the song this is named after. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

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Y/N knew something was wrong. She could not put her finger on it, but there was a pit in the bottom of her stomach. She put the book she was reading down and listened. There were footsteps in the main room, multiple sets. Her heart jumped into her throat. She did not even think as she grabbed the small remote off the coffee table and hit the button. After they had been unable to contact each other during the Riddler’s black out, she had built an alert system into Bruce’s tech and a panic button for herself. Better safe than sorry, that was what he had told her after she explained it, if you even think you’re in danger, hit the button. She was reluctant to go out of the door into the main room, but she could not risk whoever it was getting upstairs to the kids.

“You.” The other four men in the room meant nothing to her the moment she laid eyes on the man stood in the middle.

He tried to smile at her, his horrifically scarred skin pulling up into a grimace. Not that it mattered, his smile was permanent anyway. “You remember me then, princess?” He took a step forward and she forced herself not to take one back. “Your husband’s not home, the butler either.”

“What do you want?” Her voice shook as she took in the guns in the hands of his goons. She suddenly felt very exposed in the t-shirt and shorts she was wearing.

“To talk to you.” He laughed and it sent shivers down her spine.

“About-”

“Y/N?”

They all turned around to look at Dick stood on the stairs.

“This must be the circus orphan.” The man tried to smile again.

Y/N could see the fear in Dick’s eyes as he looked at the guns in the men’s hands. Her protective instincts kicked in and she addressed the man without taking her eyes off Dick. “I’ll do whatever you want, just leave my kids alone.”

The man turned back to her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Anything?”

“Anything.” The word tasted bitter on her tongue.

“Deal, and I am a man of my word.” He turned to Dick. “Run back upstairs now.”

Y/N knew Dick was waiting for her to say something. “Go into the nursery, lock the door. Look after your sister.” He went to protest. “Dick. Look after your sister.” She kept her voice level and stern. Dick hesitated but eventually ran back up the stairs and they heard the nursery door close. Now all she had to do was play for time and hope Bruce was already on his way back. “What do you want to talk to me about?”

“Not here, princess. We can’t risk your husband coming back and interrupting our little chat.” He attempted to smile again, this one somehow looking worse than the last.

The goon to her left took a step towards her and she took an automatic step away from him, her heart jumping into her throat and the raw fear starting to set in.

The man tutted. “We made a deal, princess. You do whatever I want, and I don’t touch those two adorable children you have upstairs. So, it’s time to go.”

She had no choice as one of his goons grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the elevator.

***

Gunshots echoing through the hallways jolted Y/N out of her light sleep. He had had her for three days. At least she assumed it was three days based on the meals his goons occasionally brought her and the times they came to take her to the bathroom, in between his visits. She had so far refused to break down, it was the one thing she was holding onto, throughout all the fear and the pain, she would not give him that satisfaction.

She listened closer to the sound of running and fighting. This was her chance. She rolled off the bed and grabbed the pair of nails she had clawed out of the skirting board on her first night. Her finger nails were still bloody from it. She used one to jimmy open the lock on the cuffs that kept her tied to the bed. At least that was one skill Bruce never had to teach her. She did the same to the lock on the door, using both together this time, and stuck her head out into the hallway. It was empty.

It felt too good to be true, but she walked out cautiously anyway, forcing herself to take deep breaths and stay calm, she could break later. There was a loose pipe on the wall halfway down the corridor and she pulled it the rest of the way free. She held it in both hands and walked to the end of the corridor. There was a man stood around the corner and she raised the pipe above her head and brought it down on the side of his head. He crumpled to the floor and she was suddenly stood back on the walkway at Gotham Square Garden trying to save Bruce. She shook her head to clear the image and forced herself into a run as she navigated the corridors, trying to remember which way they had dragged her in.

She hit another guy over the head with the pipe before turning a corner and running straight into a large mass of black. Her brain was so far in survival mode that she did not even comprehend that it was Bruce. But he seemed to realise that because he immediately spun her around so her back was pressed against the hard plates of the suit, and gripped both of her wrists to stop her futile attempts at hitting him with the pipe.

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s me, honey, it’s me.” She stopped struggling against him but her grip on the pipe did not let up. “Let go, Y/N, you’re safe, you can let go.”

The pipe clattered the floor as she went limp in his grip, letting go in more ways than one. The panic and fear had set back in and she finally allowed herself break down. He shifted her so her back was against the wall and he could hold her up with one hand as his other ran up and down each side of her body, checking her over for any injuries. He found none other than red marks on her bare arms and legs, and her bloody finger nails.

“Y/N, what are these marks from?”

She could feel his eyes on her but the tears streaming down her face made it impossible to make out anything other than the mass of black that was the suit. His words did not register in her brain, the things she needed to know seemed more important. “The kids?” She choked out in between panicked breaths.

“They’re fine. Dick did exactly what you asked.” He brought a gloved hand up to her face, choosing not to ask about the marks again. “I almost had you.” His voice broke. “I saw him putting you in one of the cars, but then they split up and I followed the wrong one. It’s taken us three days to wear down the guy we grabbed into telling us where you were.”

“He knows.” She brought her hands up to his shoulders to try and steady herself, mentally and physically, as she spoke through the sobs still racking her chest. “He knows it’s you. That’s what he wanted from me. He put it together, figured out I’m the one building your tech. He wanted to know the weak points of everything I built. I didn’t tell him anything.” She needed him to know. “I didn’t tell him anything.”

“I know.” He nodded and tried to act like what she told him did not terrify him. “Let’s get you out of here.” He leaned down and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, like she usually did, and buried her face in the neck of the suit as she tried to get her breathing under control. The tears continued to fall down her cheeks as he started walking back the way he had come in.

“Did you come alone?” Part of her hoped he would not have, but the other part hoped he had, so he could take her straight home and she could put off everything that was going to happen with the police.

“No, Gordon and some other cops are here too. There’s medics waiting outside. I’m going to have to hand you over to them and then leave so I can get home before they call me.” He kept glancing around each corner to check the coast was clear. “But I’ll be there as soon as they do.”

“Don’t bring the kids, not yet.” She whispered against him.

“I won’t.” He promised as they rounded another corner.

“GCPD! Put your hands up.”

Bruce automatically spun around so his back was facing them as he pulled her closer to his chest, shielding her with the Kevlar of the suit.

“It’s okay, he’s one of ours.” Gordon told the other officers as Bruce turned back around to face him and he saw Y/N in his arms. “You’ve got her?”

His voice dropped slightly, back into Batman. “She’s fine. She’s just in shock.”

“Still, better get her to the medics.” Gordon turned back to the other officers. “I doubt he’s here anymore, but do one last sweep of the place.”

The officers departed to do as they were asked as Gordon led Bruce through the rest of the corridors. The paramedics walked straight over to them as they walked out of the front doors. Bruce explained to them that she was not hurt, just in shock, but did not let them take her from him. Much to their annoyance, he walked into the ambulance and placed her down onto the bed himself.

“I’ll see you soon.” He whispered so only she could hear as he leant down to lie her on the bed. The paramedics quickly ushered him out of the ambulance.

***

Alfred was waiting in the main room when Bruce got out of the elevator, still in the underlayers he wore under the suit but without the black make-up. Alfred watched him closely before speaking. “Was she there?”

“Yeah, I got to her first. They’ve taken her to the hospital. Have they called yet?” His hands fidgeted together and he kept his eyes on the floor.

“Not yet. How was she?” Alfred knew she was not badly hurt, Bruce would not have even bothered with coming home if she was.

“She broke down when she realised it was me. I don’t think he hurt her. Not badly at least, I couldn’t find anything other than red marks on her arms and legs, but I don’t know what they were from, and she didn’t tell me.” He sat down across from Alfred at the table, some of the tension from the past few days finally beginning to seep out of his body. “He knows. He knows I’m Batman, that’s why he took her.”

Alfred recognised the anguish in his voice. “It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known.”

“If I had just got back here a minute earlier-” He cut off as the phone rang and practically sprinted across the room for the it. “Hello?”

“Mr Wayne, it’s Lieutenant Gordon, we’ve found your wife. She’s fine, but she’s at Gotham General getting checked over. If you can meet me here I can fill you in on the details.”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible.” He hung up before Gordon could say anything else.

“Shall I wake the kids?” Alfred had stood up and was watching him closely.

Bruce grabbed his coat, not even bothering to change into more appropriate clothing. “No, she asked me not to bring them, not yet at least.”

“Keep me updated. If you’re not back, I’ll tell Dick they found her when he wakes up.”

Bruce nodded and jumped in the elevator.

***

Gordon was waiting for him in the hospital waiting room and stood to greet him as he walked in. “Mr Wayne. If you’ll follow me, there’s a room where we can speak in private.”

Bruce nodded and followed Gordon down the hall and into an observation room the hospital staff had clearly told him he could use.

“Where is she?”

Gordon turned back towards him after shutting the door. “She’s just down the hall. We’re still trying to figure out why he took her, she’s not been very talkative since we found her. But that’s to be expected, she went into shock pretty quickly. But from what she has said, we know he used electric shocks to try and get her to tell him something.”

Bruce leant back against the desk behind him, making no attempt to hide the pain that must be written all over his face. He dug his nails into his palm and forced himself to breath. He felt sick, now the red marks on her bare skin made sense.

Gordon gave him a minute to pull himself together. “Other than that, she’s just kept asking for you. I know I asked before, but do you have any idea why he would target your wife?”

Bruce shook his head, keeping his gaze firmly on the floor. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay, she’s just down here.” Gordon led the way down the corridor. “She was sleeping, but the nurses said you could go in once you got here.”

Gordon left him once they were outside the door and walked back down the corridor. Y/N was still sleeping when he walked in. Or at least, he thought she was. When he turned back after shutting the door, she was looking at him. She sat up and reached out to him and he wasted no time crossing the room to her. She gripped onto him, glad he was no longer in the suit and she could feel him, and buried her face in his shoulder. He pressed his lips against her temple as he held her as close to him as possible.

“I’m sorry. They had guns, and they threatened the kids. I don’t even know how they got in.” She whispered into his shoulder.

He pushed her back, just enough to look at her, and moved a hand to her face. “You don’t need to apologise, you did nothing wrong. They got the elevator pass codes somehow. I don’t know how. I should have known.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulder. “You couldn’t have.”

“I should have looked harder for him when he broke out. I should have been there.” He screwed his eyes shut to stop the tears from falling.

“It’s not your fault.” She ran her fingers through his hair and tried to stop herself from crying again.

“Gordon told me what he did to you.” He opened his eyes to look at her as his voice broke and a few tears slipped down his cheeks. “All because of me.”

“And me.” His tears brought on her own as she tried to reason with him. “He grabbed me because of what I build. I chose to help you, Bruce. It’s not your fault.”

“You keep getting hurt because of me.” He dropped his head forward.

“No, Bruce. Look at me. Look at me.” She took his face in her hands and forced him to look back up at her. “I chose to climb up that support in Gotham Square Garden. I chose to build everything I did. I chose to help you. That’s all on me. And I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you, and I’m fine with everything that entails.”

His voice caught in his throat so he just leaned forward and kissed her.

***

“Y/N!” Dick collided with her the moment her and Bruce stepped out of the elevator.

“Hey, kiddo.” She ran her fingers through his mop of black hair as her other arm returned his embrace.

“Are you okay?” He pulled back to look at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I promise.” She forced a smile and he let go of her. She looked towards Alfred, who was stood in the middle of the room with Grace in his arms.

“Mama.” Grace made grabby hands towards her as she tried to wiggle out of Alfred’s grip. “Mama!”

Y/N complied; crossing the room and taking her out of Alfred’s arms. “Hey, sweetheart. Did you miss me?” Grace babbled some unintelligible words into her neck. Y/N smiled and pressed a kiss to her head as she tried to stop herself from crying again.

“I made you something!” Dick announced.

“Did you?” She smiled weakly at him.

“Yeah!” He tugged on Bruce’s sleeve. “Can you help me get it?”

Bruce glanced from her to Dick and back again. He seemed reluctant to leave her alone for even a minute, but he went with Dick anyway. Y/N was glad because it left her alone with Alfred.

“How are you?” He turned to face her.

“I’m fine.” She gave him a small smile, knowing he could see straight through it, before asking what she really needed to know. “How was he?”

“Beside himself. He was barely functioning, the only thing dragging him out of the station were the kids. Even then, Grace kept asking for you and it sent him spiralling.” He sighed. “I think he came close.”

“Close to what?” She adjusted Grace in her arms.

“To breaking his code. If you ask me, it’s a good thing they didn’t find the guy.”

She screwed her eyes shut and took a deep breath as she held Grace closer to her. Alfred walked forward and laid a hand on her arm. She wiped quickly at her eyes as they heard footsteps in the hall. They turned back around as Dick and Bruce walked back in, carrying two plates of cupcakes between them.

Y/N plastered a smile on her face and tried not to dwell on what Alfred had said. “You made all these?”

“Alfred helped. But I did all the decorating!” Dick proudly pronounced.

“They look amazing.” She leaned down to get a better look but had to stand back up straight away when Grace tried to grab one. “Oh no, you can’t have one. At least not a whole one.” She readjusted Grace so she was completely out of reach of the cakes. “Dick, why don’t you go and pick a movie and we can just have a chill day in the living room, eating cake?”

“Okay!” He disappeared, the plate of cupcakes still in his hand.

“I’ll put those ones back in the fridge.” Alfred took the plate from Bruce and left them alone.

Bruce walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She leant into him as Grace reached out a hand towards him and he let her grab his fingers. She tried to let go of the tension in her body. “We’re okay.”

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“We’re okay.” He repeated back to her, pressing his lips against her hair, but neither of them really believed it.

Part 2

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In a few years. After finishing my current stories, I want to write a Bruce Wayne x reader x yandere joker

Joker teams with riddler to get you and kill Bruce. Riddler just wants revenge.

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Keoghan!Joker idea 2:

You work at the 44 Below, and the Penguin says he has a special assignment for you. Big tip involved, should you accept it. You're supposed to deliver some Drop to this weird address, collect the money, and come back to the club.

The Penguin had no idea why the buyer asked for you specifically, but money is money. Who would've known the Joker was behind that? He had seen you before, he had his eyes on you, and he wanted you. So he had set this little trap, an opportunity to have you all to himself.

I Spy

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader

Word count: 907

Warnings: Non-con fingering, prostitution, drugs, kidnapping, implied stalking

A/N: i changed the premise a little bit, but it's still mostly the same! i hope you enjoy, thanks for the request :)

When Penguin said he had a special assignment for you, your heart sank to your stomach.

You were used to doing drops for him. After all, it came with the territory, working at the 44 Below. But this special assignment involved you going to a client in the private lounges, an area of the club you’d never had the privilege of setting foot in before, mostly because you were never required to.

It was no secret what went on in the private lounges. You’d heard the other girls talk about it in the dressing room. And if you were delivering a drop there, that meant more likely than not that you’d be expected to do the same.

The weirdest part of all of it was that the client had requested you specifically.

Your heart beat in time with the click of your absurdly high heels as you strutted into the lounge. It was exquisitely lavish, outfitted in purple velvet and black marble. You expected a group of rowdy men to be awaiting you, white collar types perhaps, the client and his entourage. But instead, there was just a single man sitting with his back to you, his arm draped over the back of the chaise.

You rounded the chaise and bent over as you set the silver platter of drinks down on the coffee table, the smiley face-stamped package concealed underneath. You stood up straight and got a good look at the man’s face, your breath catching in your throat.

Usually, the private lounges were reserved for Penguin’s high profile clients, crime bosses or corrupt politicians who didn’t want to risk being seen patronizing the shady club. But this man didn’t fit the bill at all: the skin of his face had been completely burned like he’d been fried to a crisp, now covered in scar tissue. But you supposed if you looked like him, you’d want some privacy away from the rest of the club, too.

“Thanks, sweetie.” He held up a couple of folded bills between his fingers.

You leaned forward to retrieve it, but he raised his hand higher out of your reach. He lifted a brow at you. “Impatient, are we?”

You didn’t say anything. He chuckled. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He tucked the bills into your bustier, lightly patting your breast. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

You backed away from him and swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. “Will that be all, sir?”

His brows raised at the formality. “Why don’t you take a load off, sit with me for a while? You must be tired from running around in those heels all day.”

You knew better than to deny him. You started to take a seat next to him when he cleared his throat. You looked up to see him patting his thighs.

Your cheeks burned as you perched in his lap precariously. He hummed as his eyes slid over your form appreciatively. “You’re such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? I wonder how a sweet girl like you ended up here.” His hand crept up your thigh, slipping under your miniskirt. “I bet you’re a hard worker, too.”

You went stiff as his fingers brushed over your panties, fondling your folds. He stuck his hand underneath, and tingles shot down your spine when he made contact with your clit. You sucked in a breath, going white-knuckled as you grabbed your knees to steady yourself. The corners of his lips curled into a smirk.

He rubbed fast, light circles over your clit, sparking pleasure in your core. You squirmed in his lap, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him to keep you still. You could feel the bulge in his pants press against your ass.

“You must be used to catering to dangerous men.” He leaned his forehead against the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent. “Tell me, do I scare you more than they do?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers sped up their pace. You shook your head, tensing as that familiar knot started to coil in your gut. You were close.

He exhaled a breathy laugh. “I can tell that you’re lying, you know.” You could feel his smirk against your skin. “I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to get you alone.”

The coil in your gut snapped, and you came, gushing all over his fingers. Your moan rang out in the otherwise silent room, and you slumped against him, spent.

He removed his hand from you and observed the gossamer strings dripping from the pads of his fingers. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he stuck them in his mouth and hummed, sucking your arousal off with an obscene slurp.

He took his fingers out and looked down at you. “You did well coming for me, even better than I thought you would.” He reached inside his jacket. “Now, for your tip…”

Your eyes went wide as he covered your nose and mouth with a handkerchief. You thrashed against him, but it was too late. You’d already breathed in the chemicals dousing the cloth, sending your head spinning.

The last thing you heard before you lost consciousness was his voice in your ear, whispering, “Don’t worry, dear. I already told you there’s more where that came from, now that I’ll really have you all to myself."

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Keoghan!Joker x Reader Relationship Headcanons

He laughs a lot. He turns EVERYTHING into a joke wether you’re happy or sad

He’s not exactly sure what he feels for you. You’re the only nice thing in his life and he likes that and you. At least that’s one thing he’s sure of

He leaves his gadgets laying around your home. There’s a toy buzzer that will shock you to death if you shake his hand

He likes to lay with you preferably when you’re a sleep. When everything including his mind is silent.

You come home from a long day of work and he’s already in your home sitting in the dark smiling. Waiting on you.

Your relationship is not a fairytale. It can be dark and toxic but you always knew it wouldn’t be.

“You k-know peach you’re a gluten for punishment.” He giggles for a moment releasing a mangled hand from your throat. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I know.”

You don’t argue a lot but when you do he sometimes takes it too far. He’ll never verbally apologize because you knew what he was when you met him. He’ll spend the day with you as an apology.

He babbles a lot. About anything really wether it’s some diabolical plan or just something as simple something he saw in a passing.

He doesn’t really like to watch tv he just can’t focus on it but he will sit quietly with you like a feral house cat in need of a nap

His love is closer to an obsession. He knows A LOT about you, things you’re positive you never told him. He likes to watch you do things. He’ll just sit and observe you quietly.

“Why are you staring at me?” He blinks slowly before offering a wide smile. “I um like to look at you.”

He randomly giggles at you. He turns into loud laughter sometimes another quirk you’ve come to love

He calls you peach. You have no idea where that nickname comes from but he claims it’s because you’re too sweet for you own good. “Y-y’know peach you’re too to me.”

If it wasn’t for you he’d be living on pop tarts and microwave meals

He’ll never admit but although physical affection makes him uncomfortable he enjoys it sometimes. It’s nice.

He’s like a cat. He brings back random shiner things he thinks you’ll like wether it’s some jewelry he stole or a random sparkly thing that caught his attention.

He likes to bother you. He likes when you’re frustrated and finds it funny. “Will you stop poking me!” “No.” As he pokes you even harder in the side.

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Imagine breaking Joker and Riddler out of Arkham.

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Something was hanging in the air - had been for the entire week. It seemed as if every day there was a new staff and then there were those suspiciously often power outages... Despite the suffocating strangeness poisoning the already stale air of the high-security hospital, the regular workers acted completely natural, dismissing all questions and suspicions. But those two knew better.

Due to the lack of a better pastime, Joker and Riddler spent a fair amount of time talking. Not always agreeing but always understanding to a degree. They couldn't be sure what exactly was going on, what sublime scheme was happening right under the guards' noses but they were both certain that whatever calamity was going to fall on Arkham, it was going to be their golden ticket for freedom. Little did they know, it was the golden ticket that found them.

On a stormy night, waves crashed furiously against the coast. The anger of the sky was great enough to disturb radio communication and visibility. The water around Arkham quite poetically gave voice to the soul of the chilling place: dark, murky and entirely deranged in its unstoppable rage.

"Team leader, we have a go," you heard through the earpiece. "initiating a lockdown in 3... 2... 1... Building locked. Clearing path to the rooftop."

Darkness fell on the entire complex and red emergency lighting came on. It was time to make a living and uphold your immaculate reputation among the demimonde and desperate prudes.

Emerging from the shadows, you grabbed the head of a nearby guard and broke his neck without hesitation. There were more important things than morality or ethics.

You had spent so much time studying the layout of Arkham, you could find their cells with closed eyes and while walking backwards. One of the reasons you've been so successful with your underworld business was the fact that you never took chances: an acceptable plan is one that physically cannot go wrong.

The bottle of strong you had stolen from the storage room was in your hand. There was something funny about that: in a place where shoelaces and necklaces are forbidden, there are litres of acid. Pouring the corrosive substance, the metal locks sizzled as they were melting away. No longer restrained, the heavy door swung open.

To you, Joker and Riddler looked completely unassuming. Without the knowledge of what they'd done and were capable of doing, they could pass off as those two obnoxious guys in high school who whine about girls not dating them. But yourself you were guilty of a similar crime: nothing about the way you looked exactly screamed 'gun for hire'. They surely had that shadow of madness covering their expressions but their visuals did not strike you as murderous per see, more like incomprehensible rambling.

"The clown and the virgin, the true menaces of Gotham," you said while looking between them. "I tremble in fear."

"Princess peach, aren't you a little too pretty to be a goon?" the Joker said with a lopsided grin. It was just one sentence and you were already up for a fight with him. No doubt he'd love that. "You could make so much money if you considered a change of occupation."

"Oh, I'm sure you'd love that. Now, trot along. We're on a tight schedule." Without sparing another second, you turned around and began walking away from the cells. "Rapture 1, we’re ready for pick up," you spoke to the earpiece.

"Roger that," the man on the other side responded.

"What's going on?" Riddler enquired. His anxiety was too rampant for him to even begin to conceal it. Despite that, he walked along Joker behind you. "Where are you taking us?"

"Today's your lucky day, dearest. Someone rich and important wants you to walk free."

You marched through the concrete halls of Arkham, emergency lighting making the path only kind of visible. Every now and then one of the prisoners-patients would bang on the door demanding or pleading to be taken out of their cell. A few years ago maybe you'd have a speck of sympathy for them. Riddler and Joker seemed to not be up for more questions. The former was probably too confused and untrusting, while the latter simply settled for suspicious snickering.

The strong, cold wind hit your face when you made it to the rooftop. It brought drops of seawater to higher altitudes, mixing it with grimy rainwater that drenched your clothes. Gotham's landscape would be virtually impossible to see if it wasn't for the bright lights of city nightlife.

The whirring blades of the chopper's propeller made it hard to hear one another. "Hop in and let's be gone," you yelled while pointing at the helicopter.

"Oh, but there's a trick, no?" Joker asked between his maniacal cackles. It was hard to say which part of the breakout he was enjoying the most. "Your face might be deliciously innocent but your heart ain't." For a man who was completely out of his marbles, he was smart.

"There's a saying that goes 'when the cat is gone, the mice jaunce'. You know what happens when the mice are gone? The cat goes for bigger prey. And someone wants to make sure that the bigger prey has time to finish what they had started."

"Boss," someone yelled to you. You turned your head to see Marco - a heavy man with an equally heavy Yorkshire accent. He surely looked intimidating even without the rifle he was holding. "National Guard knows about the lockdown. ETA 6 minutes."

"Get the napalm, Marco. I want this to look like an inside job."

"Yes, ma'am." Without exchanging spare words, Marco walked past you and gathered some people carrying metal canisters to set the building on fire.

"Rapture 2, the fire is on the way. Be on standby," you said on the radio before getting into the helicopter.

"Roger that. Rapture 2 moving to the rendezvous point."

Before sitting down, you leaned towards the pilot and grabbed his shoulder to get his attention:

"Get us out of here."

You sat on a bench across from the fresh runaways. Now that you were nearly brushing your knees against a serial killer and a mass murderer, hundreds of feet above the ground, a sting of anxiety appeared in your chest.

"We'll play nice, princess peach," Joker speaks up. He must have noticed your sudden uneasiness or perhaps suspected it and decided to try his luck. "Maybe."

"I'm not worried," you lied. Years of working for the worst people on this side of the globe taught you a thing or two about excellent acting. "I believe you two have enough problems without the big fish coming after you."

The believable lie got a laugh out of Joker. Out of the three of you, he seemed to be the only one actually having fun.

"You know, I'm quite surprised, princess peach," he continued. "Your plan worked so far."

"Of course it did, darling. They don't call me Archangel for pretty eyes."

Joker cackled again and nodded to himself. He was familiar with that name. For better or worse, you knew right then that he wasn't going to let go that easily.

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[mermaid-trash]

The Siren Song - Part 2

Keoghan!Joker x fem!reader

A/n: this is probably the most stressful thing I've ever written, I wanted to just bridge the gap between the first chapter and the third chapter (which will have smut!) and break him out of Arkham but I dunno if this is actually good 😅 anyway, hope you enjoy if you read this 💚

Wordcount: 1.5k

Part One

You had never been a morning person. You had always worked the night shift, ever since you were a teenager still in school and you had a part time job at night to help your mother put food on the table. Now that you worked beside Batman as a vigilante of sorts, the night shifts had only gotten later.

Typically, you would get home in the early hours of the morning, tired and injured, and pass out on top of the covers until the early afternoon, giving you a few hours to massage your tired muscles and keep up your normal life and relationships, before your next shift began.

Ever since your visit to Arkham, however, you had been waking up at around 6am after only a couple of hours sleep, then spending hours staring at the ceiling, thinking of nothing but the green haired man trapped in Arkham.

And that was exactly how you had spent the past three hours. Laying on your back, staring at the popcorn texture of your ceiling and replaying the visit over and over in your mind. His alluring words had drawn you in so easily, you thought you should maybe feel foolish or naive, but you didn’t. You felt no shame or regret over your decision, only excitement for a new beginning.

The memory of how his gaze had clung to your naked skin hungrily still brought a bashful blush to your cheeks. The small praises he had given you along with his filthy instructions had only fuelled the heat between your thighs, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of his voice with your hand stuffed down your panties several times since then, his name rolling off your tongue as you climaxed.

“That’s it, dolly, you look so pretty coming apart for me.”

You shook your head suddenly, pulling yourself from your lustful thoughts as a light shiver ran down your spine. Glancing at the alarm clock on your bedside table, you ran a weary hand over your face and threw your duvet across the bed, embracing the chilly morning air and icy cold floorboards of your apartment with a grimace.

You padded, barefoot, into the small kitchen connected to your living room, hoping that a cup of coffee will help to clear your head, before freezing in the doorway. Your heart lurches as you spot a small black box on your kitchen table that definitely had not been there the night before.

Slowly, you step towards the table, inspecting the box; it was nondescript, just a small black box, rectangular and a couple of inches deep. Every survival instinct you possessed told you not to touch the unfamiliar package, yet your heart screamed for you to open it, as though you already knew who had left it there.

Eventually, your less sensible side won the internal battle, and you practically lunged for the box to tear it open with eager hands. You found a phone, similar to the burner you had for Batman but a slightly newer model. The world around you seemed to have gone completely still and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding when you flipped open the screen and were greeted with a soft electronic chime. An alert for an unopened text from a blocked number popped up on the screen, and you were quick to open it. Your heart raced at the words you read:

“See ya soon x”

For the rest of the day, you couldn’t relax. Your leg bounced anxiously when you sat down, you paced nervously when standing, your hands fidgeted persistently, and your lips were raw where you had chewed them to the point of bleeding; the thought that you would soon see the man who had plagued your mind for several days had reduced you to an anxious mess, especially with the knowledge that he had already, or was about to, escape from Arkham.

And he was planning on bringing that trouble directly to your front door.

A part of you was sure the Batman was going to show up any moment now and demand to know how Joker had escaped from prison so soon after your visit. He hadn’t spoken to you since the night of your visit to Arkham, and truthfully you hoped that you could just continue to avoid seeing him, as though you could just disappear into your fantasy life with Joker and never face the consequences that you knew were barrelling towards you. You knew this wasn’t possible, and you would have to face him again one day, just as long as it wasn’t today.

Slowly, the hours ticked by and the light of day faded into night. You laid stiffly on your back on top of your duvet, your eyes glazed over and fixed on a point on the ceiling. After hours of restless waiting, you were just beginning to give up on your fantasy of riding off into the sunset with Joker on a (probably stolen) motorcycle, when the sudden sound of glass shattering in your living room pulled you from your position on the bed and across the room before you had even realised you were moving.

Relief flooded your senses as you found Joker standing in your apartment, still wearing his orange striped prison clothes and still grinning horrifically in your direction just as he had when you had last seen him. An uncontrollable grin spread across your own face as you took each other in for a moment. His clothes were stained with blood that you knew without even asking was not his own- it was probably from the guards at Arkham, you reasoned.

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming.” You said, taking a step towards him before stopping, suddenly noticing the glass that coated the floor and posed a danger to your bare feet.

“Aw, thought I’d forget about you, huh, dolly?” He asked with a chuckle. He stepped slowly towards you, studying your exhilarated expression with glee as he stood directly in front of you. “Nah, I could never forget about you.”

Without the reinforced glass barriers in your way, you could reach out and touch him, god you wanted to reach out and touch him, but instead your arms remained glued to your sides as though you had been paralyzed. Your heart thundered deafeningly in your chest as you peered up at his look of manic excitement.

“So, why are you here?” You asked, attempting to sound nonchalant despite your eagerness to hear what he had planned for you.

“Well, dolly, I’m here to take you away, show you how good being bad can be.” He drawled, leaning towards you. Suddenly his hand was curled around your wrist, though the action wasn’t threatening. His grip was firm but loose enough not to hurt. “You look bored, like you’re dying for some excitement. Batsy been leaving you to do his paperwork or somethin’?”

“He hasn’t been talking to me much since I came to see you. I’ve been…stuck in here.” You gestured around at your cramped, messy apartment. Joker burst out laughing at that, taking a moment to catch his breath again before speaking.

“Aww, ol’ Batsy grounded you?” You blushed furiously, your gaze falling from his scarred face for the first time since his arrival as he giggled at your humiliated expression. “How about we break you out of here then, hmm? You come with me, and I’ll never keep you cooped up like this, kitten.”

His long bloody fingers gripped your chin as he forced your gaze back up to his face. When his piercing blue eyes met yours with a psychotic glint, you suddenly realised how close you were to him; his face was just inches from yours, close enough for his breath to tickle your skin. You gazed up at him with parted lips, suddenly feeling dazed. He stared back down at you for a moment, and you wondered how he would react if you closed the gap and kissed him. He tilted his head to one side, still waiting for you to respond.

“He’ll come looking for me though, he’ll know I’m with you.” You stated plainly, and Joker giggled excitedly.

“But he won’t find us unless I want him to, dolly.” He explained, his voice low and seductive as the hand that wasn’t still gripping your wrist came up to cup your cheek, his thumb traced along your cheekbone with uncharacteristic tenderness.

“Okay.” You finally agreed, admiring the gleeful look that fell over Joker’s features. His grip on your wrist tightened as he began to pull you toward the broken window, laughter already spilling from his lips, before you broke free of his grip. He spun to face you, confusion laced in his expression.

“There’s glass everywhere, let me get my shoes-“ You began, turning to return to your bedroom, when suddenly Joker’s arm looped around your waist and before you could stop him, he had thrown you over his shoulder easily, as though it was something he did frequently - then again, maybe it was.

“Don’t worry, dolly, I’ve got you…” Joker said with a dry chuckle, before carrying you though the broken window of your apartment, and towards the new life he had organised just for you.

Part Three

#keoghan!joker x reader #joker x reader

[imagine--if]

An s/o telling Keoghan! Joker that he has pretty blue eyes? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

A/N: He does 💙 did a lil blurb for you, enjoy!! Ooo also I'm gonna be releasing a Riddler and Joker x reader imagine tomorrow so watch out for that 😁💕

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: FlUfF 😍

Words: 208

He's busily scribbling away in his battered notebook, handwriting messy and unique to him as he jots down 'plans of action' and chaotic movements for later on. You're in the Joker's lap, a common position for you to be in, sideways and facing him, staring at him curiously as he keeps writing, the book in your lap. You don't wince at the scarred, pale complexion of J, not like the others do, because you've grown to love every bit of him. He's mad, he's dangerous, he's terrifying. He's yours.

Your eyes flick to his, cast downward in concentration that won't last for much longer - it never does, especially with you around - and smile softly to yourself, before speaking up quietly.

"Those blue eyes of yours," you murmur, and the Joker hums in absentminded questioning, not looking up yet, "they're really pretty, J."

That catches his attention immediately. Joker looks up at you in fond interest, raising a brow. You can almost swear that you see a light, flustered look on his face before it's wiped off and replaced with his signature playful, flirty nature.

"Pretty, huh?" He repeats with a giggle, squeezing one of your thighs on his lap with a grin. "Then we match, don't we, queenie?"

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[stargirlfics]

Ok but being a nurse at Arkham and keoghan!joker fucking you in his cell 😵‍💫😵‍💫

WAIT….wait this is actually really 👀 I’m interested omgg! At first you’re really afraid of him and kind of still are, it took you awhile to get used to his appearance first of all but now unsettling he is, he watches you in close detail but eventually you aren’t so apprehensive and he notices that like he notices everything else

This is so much room to go a darker route but also just you falling for him and then…whew girl!

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[the-a-word-2214]

Does anyone else want to write for the newest rendition of Joker? I love reading @meeshasmind’s work and I’d be interested to see what other fans could come up with

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[peterparkersnose]

ALSO IT’S ME AGAIN. HEAR ME OUT: barry keoghan!joker with a harley quinn-esque reader oh yes

Apprentice

barry keoghan!joker x reader

barry keoghan!joker x harley!themed reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: SMUT m!receiving oral, descriptions of grime, creepiness of the joker, perverted remarks, mentions of sexual toys and alcohol, a small sort of age gap, manipulation, nudity

a/n i hate this lowkey, but i love this lowkey. also love barry, i miss writing for druig.

summary y/n is a senior in college in an apprenticeship at Arkham. She meets Joker, and falls for his peculiar ways.

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Taking an apprenticeship your senior year of college is normal. You have studied Psychology for nearly four years now, it was time for you to research your field. It was between Northshore Asylum or Arkham Asylum. You hoped for the Northshore card out of the draw with your lab partner, but you got the shorter end of the stick. 

Northshore was a kind place. Great funding, well cared for patients, it even sat along the lake. But you were given Arkham. Arkham was in the city southern to yours, Gotham. You’ve heard of some not-so-great things that happen there. Gotham was usually a large topic in your county’s news. You knew of infamous criminals lived there in some questionable conditions. 

***

You chose your white pencil skirt, and matched it with your black blazer. Looking in the mirror, you sighed. Today was your first day in your apprenticeship. You quickly tied your hair up into a loose bun and grabbed your purse. It was time to leave. 

Pulling up to Arkham in your white preppy car felt out of place. It was a dark building with dark gates. You could have sworn the sky was clear when you left, but a sudden cloud seemed to linger around the place. There wasn’t even any gate service. You just pulled into the crumbing parking lot, ignoring the cracked windows in the service center. 

You were met with a doctor almost immediately when you entered the facility. His name was Doctor Fox. Oddly enough, he searched you. You felt foolish when he had to take your earrings, you should have known better than. Obviously, nothing even remotely sharp was allowed in by the inmates. When walking into the briefing arena, you noticed the lack of staff. It was an understatement to say Arkham was understaffed. One employee to a cell of six. That was in the more low-risk areas. 

Your heart dropped when Doctor Fox walked past the low-risk ward. He pulled you aside, right outside the high-risk doors. 

“We’re starting you off on a high case. Your marks are some of the highest we’ve ever seen from your area. Is it true you specialized in lunatic insanities?” he asked. Shocked at his bluntness you replied “Yes, I have been for the past two years.” you assured him. He shook his head in approval and brought you in. 

You were horrified when you walked in the first chapter of the ward. The women's ward. Dusty stained glass boxes were their only way of seeing sunlight. Blood stained the concrete walls along with other dark stains. The bars were built so tightly together, maybe a finger or two could only pass through. 

“We’re not stopping here,” Doctor Fox assured you. “You ever hear of the Joker case?”

You stopped in your tracks. Ignoring the hissing and slurs from the women around you, you turned to Doctor Fox with a concerned look. 

“We’re trying to find the affects of acid on the brain. Nobody has lived like him with that much exposure.” 

“So your telling me I’m studying the Joker?” you asked, crossing your arms.  “Miss L/N I recommend you do not speak to your superior with such… tone.” he hissed, guiding you towards the men's ward. 

Eerily quiet, you held your breathe as you looked at the equally horrific conditions that these people had to live in. “Finger, please.” Doctor Fox said, extending his hand for yours. He took your pointer figure and placed it on an electronic pad. You were impressed by the advanced security around this one man versus the other residents. “We take our security around him very… seriously.” he said. You felt a chill go down your spine. 

“I’m going to lead the first session, you are just going to watch. Do you understand?” he asked. You shook your head. 

The door clicked and unlocked. You looked towards the floor, fighting every instinct to look. You first heard his heavy breathing, and then his haunting voice. 

“You brought me a lady today, Foxy?”

You swallowed and took your seat next to Doctor Fox. The Joker sat across from you two, shackled at the opposite end of the table. “This is Miss L/N, my apprentice. I understand you will show her resp-” “Quite a beautiful young lady, hmm? Tryna tempt me, Foxy?” 

You felt the lump in your throat grow as you felt his eyes burning into you. “Take notes,” Doctor Fox reminded you. You moved your eyes from your shoes to the pad of paper resting in your lap. 

“She won’t look at me.” Joker giggled. “Too afraid to see the acid man?” 

Your lip quivered as your eyes moved to the table. Following the metal sheen, you made your way to his hands. The bloodied fingers, bitten and ripped nails, and the scarring on his hands made you feel compassion for this man. Your eyes met his.

Your heart stopped. You audibly gasped. He gave you the ugliest smile you’ve ever seen. The patches of missing hair, the scarring everywhere on his body. 

You kept his gaze as your breathe caught up to your heartbeat. “I-I need a break,” you announced, almost slamming your pad of paper on the table and erupting through the doors. You slid down on the wall and brought your knees to your chest. 

Doctor Fox soon entered through the doors, and placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not easy. But we need to resume session.” 

You walked back in the room and met his gaze again. He was laughing in his seat. He would be rolling on the ground if he wasn't shackled to the chair. “I scare ya that much sweetheart?” 

You ignored his comment and started taking notes. An hour into session, you were bored out of your mind. He had been very obviously dodging comments about his childhood, his past lovers, his education. Trying to get information out of this man was very hard. Looking at the scarred lines of his face, you tried to wonder what he looked like before the accident. 

“I was beautiful, oh, so beautiful. If your wondering, darling.” Joker slurred. “I can see you watching my face, honey.” 

A chill went down your spine. Thank god the timer went off, todays session was over.

***

After your concluding statements with Doctor Fox, you found yourself needing to use the restroom. After downing about three water bottles, you had to pee. 

The public restrooms were down the hall from the prisoner restrooms. Following the signs, you caught a quick glimpse of the prisoner showers. And to your luck, there stood your new study washing himself. He didn’t notice you. No, not at first. You watched him scrub his scarred back. You were enamored with the scars, tracing over each dip with your mind. Then, he noticed you. Making eye contact, he let out a loud laugh. Startled by this, you made your way quickly towards the bathroom. 

You cursed yourself for being so stupid while sitting on the toilet. If Joker spoke, you could loose your apprenticeship on your first day. Peeping on your subject in the shower? Are you kidding me? Fox would have you fired on the spot, you just knew it. Why were you looking at him in the first place? 

No.

Oh, no. No.

You weren't attracted to this monster. Were you?

You pushed those thoughts to the back of your head. You quickly finished up in the bathroom, longing for your unopened bottle of wine waiting for you back at your apartment. 

And of course to your luck, just as you were leaving you were met with the man again. He was with a guard escorting him back to his cell. You gave the guard a quick nod, ignoring him in complete. Making your way down the hall, you heard shouting. 

“Fight!” you heard someone yell. You turned your eyes back down the hallway, and saw the guard escorting the Joker panicking. He had to go help this situation, but he couldn’t leave him there. “Nurse!” the guard yelled down to you. “Come escort him back to cell E-2949.”

You grabbed the Joker’s shackles from the guard, and gave the Joker an honest look. You could see the pain of a real man behind those eyes. More guards ran past you two by the second. You started walking towards the E block of cells, finding them empty but the last one. 

He sat in his cell, staring at you through the safety box. He was surprisingly quiet. You gave him a nod, preparing to leave. 

“Y/N!” you heard from him. You were shocked, how did he know your name? “Fox briefed me on you. Before you know, you studied my fucked up brain!” he laughed. “You are very, very beautiful. I meant that in there. Joker doesn’t lie.” 

You felt a blush coming to your cheeks. “I am very sorry about your… accident.” you sighed. “I can tell you were a very beautiful man. You are a very beautiful man.”

Joker laughed, this time it didn’t scare you as much. “Are you, beautiful beautiful Y/N flirting with me?” “And what if I am?” you smirked. He brought himself close up to the bars. 

“You are making me extremely hot,” he spit out. “Keep your job, baby doll. We can keep this between us. I promise, I promise I won’t pull anything. Maybe your hair,” he whispered, taking a few strands of your hair in his fingers. 

You opened the safety gate, and met him inside. Still in his shackles, he moved his hands to move your glasses up on your face. “What are you doing?” you asked him, chest rising up and down. “You know what it takes to get blown in here? I have been craving a sweet, sweet mouth like yours.” he sighed. He then licked your chin, and made his way up to your temple. “Do me the pleasure honey, please.”

You couldn’t resist his temper. The demeanor of his voice, the longing for the touch of a woman. Your hands wandered to the waistband of his prison pants. He let out a loud sigh. You got down on your knees, searching quickly for any guards nearby. You pulled down his pants, and revealed the bulge growing in his boxers. “Oh honey, you are so good. So good to me.” he whispered, placing his hands on your head.

You took his penis out of his boxers. It was beautifully scarred like the rest of him. You gasped at the size of it, not knowing what to expect. You carefully guided your mouth onto it, grabbing the base near his balls. 

Joker laughed the whole time. The farther down your throat he went, the more you loosened up. When you began to gag, it got him going even more. Laughter and moaning mixed filled your ears. 

He didn’t give you a warning when he finished. You just felt hot, warm cum drowning down your throat. He grunted a sane grunt, one a stable man would make. 

Slowly taking his dick out of your mouth, he grabbed your chin just as the tip fell out of your mouth, leaving drops of cum on your chin and chest. “Such a good, good girl.”

You tidied yourself up, using a bit of water from his nasty prison sink. You buttoned up your blazer once again, and fixed your messy hair. 

“See ya next week you hot piece of ass!” you heard him yelling down the hall. 

You swallowed once again, walking past the results of the fight. The cafeteria was trashed, blood was on the floor. 

You collected your belongings at the front desk and made your way to your car. The taste of cum was still sitting in your mouth. 

Now waiting at home was a bottle of wine, and your vibrator. 

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[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Choice of No Regrets.

(Bruce Wayne x Reader x Yandere Joker)

age gap bruce wayne x reader

Robert Pattinson as Batman. Barry Keoghan as Joker. Implied mentions of Yandere Riddler x Reader.

Bruce sat on the steps of the grand stairs of his mansion. The Riddler escaped and only Joker knows where he went. The same Joker Bruce went to for help when the Riddler kidnapped you and almost raped you on live chat.

Joker helped get you to Bruce's safe arms in exchange for a few pictures. Bruce found out Joker has a thing for you. Which was why he killed your father.

Bruce went to the Joker to interrogate him again. This time... Joker said he wants to meet you and talk to you... Alone.

Bruce feared that request the most. Poor you. Traumatized within a few days. Now, the ugly Joker wished to speak to you.

Bruce looked over your sleeping form on his master bed. He made you move in with him. He didn't let you go to school or your old home. It was too dangerous. Only the police knew where you were. No one else. You were naked from last night events. Bruce would come tired from work but you would stay awake and wait for him. He would either make love or be rough then sleep. Now, he could lose you too. He almost lost Alfred. The girl he loved.

Bruce placed his lips on your spine and you stirred slightly to wake from slumber.

"I am sorry. I need you to help me...

Joker wants to meet you."

Your eyes widened.

"for the sake of Gotham."

#robert pattinson #Batman #riddler #joker #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader