Mad Love - Yandere!Joker X Reader

Mad Love - Yandere!Joker x Reader

An involuntary groan left your mouth as you awoke. You attempted to lift your head and were suddenly made aware of a sharp, throbbing pain pounding in your skull. Fighting to open your eyes, your vision swam, the world dizzy and spinning, only amplifying the nausea swirling in your stomach.

Fearing you’d lose whatever was left in your stomach, you let your head fall forward, closing your eyes and taking in the slight comfort of numbing darkness. You could tell you were sat down somewhere, considering your current position. Trying to move your arms and legs was fruitless, feeling that they’d been tied down - and you were far too exhausted and in pain to do so, anyway.

Taking a few deep breaths, you blinked your eyes open again, staring down at your work shoes. You were relieved that the world was much more in focus and a lot less dizzying. Turning your head, you confirmed your suspicions - your arms and legs had been tied to the chair you were sat in. You let out an exasperated sigh, which was really all you can do in such a situation.

Really, you should have seen this coming. And in some sense, you had. You’d spent sleepless nights lying awake, imagining the day you’d be taken hostage, or be held up, or mugged, or shot, or be victim to a riddle-related crime, or be eaten by someone who’s part-man, part-crocodile. It was all a potential consequence of living in Gotham city. The city either swallowed up those living inside it, or you managed to escape with your life by moving somewhere better. Somewhere far away.

Maybe it would have been better to move away. You had considered doing so a lot. You didn’t believe in this city, but you believed in the people in it. So, you worked as a reporter, wanting to make your name telling stories of the good people in the city - the random acts of kindness, everyday heroes inspired by Batman… But, stuff like that doesn’t make the news. People like tragedy and drama and terror. So, you report on bank robberies and hostage situations and somebody pouring something in the Gotham water supply for the third time that week (they really need to up the security there.) You managed to work your way up, becoming a bit of a celebrity, brushing shoulders with the likes of Vicki Vale and Jack Ryder.

You knew a potential target was on your head. You tried your best to be careful. Buying multiple locks, never letting on how much money you really had, being especially careful of the choice of words you used when talking about your cities’ gallery of Rogues. You could have seen yourself getting kidnapped in a variety of different ways - but not like this.

You remembered… You had taken up a news chopper to report on a breaking story. The Joker had allegedly planted bombs in a building under construction, and was most likely waiting for Batman. For some reason, you had felt especially nervous this night.

Your relationship with the Joker, if you could even call it that, was… Curious. You’d heard from multiple sources that he was apparently a big fan of your stories. Something about feeling like he was being talked to by an old friend, like he really knew you. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t heard before - you’ve had fans come up to you and talk to you like they’ve known you forever. It was a bit disconcerting, but back then, you had been glad that your stories had had such an impact. You’ve also heard that he had apparently requested you specifically to report on him, and had thrown quite a fit when someone besides you had. And for the Joker, a fit equated to at least one person losing their life. So, really, it was either you go to the story or it was someone else’s head - and you’re not sure you could handle the guilt.

It had started out fine, looking through the window and commenting on what you had seen while a camera hanging from the helicopter recorded everything live. The Joker was surrounded by his goons, looking up at the chopper and… Waving?

You hadn’t realized what had happened at first. The cameraman and pilots saw it before you did. But, when you realized what had happened, the world seemed to go in slow motion. One of the Joker’s men had lifted up something into his arms. A gun, aimed directly at the copter. A scream ripped from your throat, the sounds of bullets hitting through metal overpowered even the sounds of the vehicle itself. The pilots lost control and you spun out, quickly approaching the top of the building, aiming straight for the Joker and his men and then-

Darkness.

The sound of a door opening made you turn your head, and your heart leapt to your throat.

The Joker.

You had never seen him up close before. You had seen him in pictures and through a screen and from afar, but never this close. You wonder if this is what it feels like to be in the same room as a viper or a lion. Just as unpredictable and deadly.

His stark white skin contrasted the dark green of his hair. His eyes were a dark, almost unearthly green. His mouth was painted a blood red, stretching far beyond his lips. He wore a suit of purple and green, seeming just a bit too big for his tall frame, and a bow and trick-flower topped the whole outfit off. He looked almost like a walking painting, like one of sad clowns. This felt like a sick joke. You wish it was.

Green eyes stared directly into yours. You couldn’t breathe. This was it. You could count on one hand those who’d been in the same room as the Joker, up close and personal, and had made it out alive.

You didn’t want to die.

The Joker… Let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank goodness, darling. You gave me quite a scare there!”

What?

The clown prince of crime strolled over to where you were sat, crouching down to get a better look at you. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, brows furrowing with concern.

“Oh, poor dear, you got banged up so badly. Sorry about the restraints, by the way, but, gotta make sure you won’t run off, ya know? I know you must be shaken up.”

What the fuck?

“I told my boys to be careful, but, of course, if you want something down right, you gotta do it yourself, eh? Don’t worry, I made sure to give ol’ Louie a piece of my mind about his shit aim… Before bashing his brains in, of course.”

You opened your mouth and closed it, floundering as you tried to speak, but your throat seemed to close in on itself. The Joker gave a laugh as he squished your cheeks in his hand. You seized up and shuddered at the contact.

“Sweetness, you’re just so cute when you’re surprised!” He chuckled, eyes crinkling as he grinned, smiling with his eyes. “I really am sorry about how sudden it was - and how messy! It really was supposed to go much smoother than that, honest.”

As he released your face, you suddenly found the nerve to speak. “You're… You’re not gonna kill me?”

The clown let out an exaggerated gasp. “Kill you? Darling, I’d more readily flay myself alive than hurt a hair on your sweet head!”

You blinked. “… You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack,” Joker gave you a grin. “And believe you me, it’s hard for me to be this serious about something. I’m really making an effort here!”

You looked down at your restraints, trying to keep your breathing under control. Even looking him in the eyes was difficult. “Why me?”

“Oh, how could I not fall for you? I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, my favorite reporter. Your stories are one of the highlights of my day. My favorites are all the ones about me,” The Joker sang. “I record all of your stories so I can watch ‘em whenever I want. And when I go to sleep, I make sure it’s to the sound of your voice.”

Oh… Oh no. Oh, God, no, please, don’t be what you think it is. This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening. No. No, no, no, no-!

“You’re not like the others. You’re always so, so sweet when you talk about me. Always so polite and courteous. Never calling a monster or a madman. You’re different. When I laid eyes on you… Watched you… I felt a connection. I knew we were meant to be.” Joker’s hand cupped your face, angling it upward for you to meet his eyes. “I had to take you away from all of that. I had to take you home.”

You sputtered, trying to come up with an excuse. “But- Harley! She- she’s gonna be so mad when she finds out!”

You froze up as Joker leaned even closer to you, your foreheads brushing together. “Oh, you’re such a sweet thing to be worried about how she’d feel - but, love, Harley already knows. Our relationship is much more open than most people think. Harl’s got her thing with Ivy, and I’ve got mine with you.”

Oh, God, you feel like you’re gonna cry. Would he flip out if you start crying? Oh, God, Batman, please-!

You gasp. “Batman…”

If Batman saw the report, then he’d know your approximate location, somewhere at least nearby, if you were moved. He’d know the Joker is responsible. He’d-

“Don’t worry, I got all my bases covered,” Joker looked so utterly pleased with himself. “I put another body at the crash site next to the others. It looks about the same as you. I couldn’t exactly get it today, so it’s gonna look a bit more decomposed then the other corpses, but what can ya do? Hopefully it’ll be overlooked by the cops and Bat-boy… But, even if it isn’t,” The Joker leaned closer to whisper in your ear, voice low and growly. “He has no idea where we are.”

You breathed heavily, reality sinking in on you so fast that it was almost suffocating. You really weren’t getting out of this, were you? “Why…?”

The Joker quirked a brow. “Hm?”

“Why… Why all this? If you wanted me… I was unconscious. You could’ve just… Had me and tossed me aside and moved on.”

The moments after the words left you were terrifying. You held your breath. The Joker didn’t react, seeming to take in your words.

And then something in him shifted, starting with his eyes - seeming to darken with rage. You tried your best to shrink down before him. His mouth twisted into a terrifying, bared teeth scowl. His brows furrowed down, eyes flashing with a look of pure hate and rage. His whole body seemed to shake with broiling anger, and in turn you began to shake with fear. This was it. You had gone too far. You were going to fucking die.

And then, he took a breath. In and out, he took several deep breaths, seeming to count to himself as he quelled his rage.

“You see? This,” The Joker hissed. “This is why I had to take you away. The awful things they must have told you about me… Despicable."

He looked you in the eyes, the anger completely gone from his expression. "I would never do such a thing to you, darling.”

He brought his forehead to your own once more, nuzzling his head against yours and brushing his nose against your own.

“And besides,” He purred. “It’s not fun if everyone involved doesn’t want to play~.”

Before pulling away, he planted a chaste kiss against your lips.

You don’t like how flush your face had gotten at the act.

You don’t like how you tried to chase his lips when he moved away.