Was Never Mine (Part 5)- Joker X Reader
Was Never Mine (Part 5/5)- Leto!Joker X Reader (End)
Request- (I’m including this prompt because I just feel it fits in very well.)
1: “You’re never really ever going to love me are you?”
2:I’m nothing to you, always have been, always will be”
Warnings- Angst?, Weapon, Sexual Tension?
(I’m bad at these xD) I think this is the longest part.
Summary- Being an assassin working for The Clown Prince. You are madly in love with him and would do anything to protect him. However, the same can’t be said about him.
A/N- The much anticipated part five is here you guys, I hope you enjoy it.
You rode down the highway on your bike. It had been a couple weeks since the incident you had at the docks. You hadn’t gone into work feeling a dreaded sense of awkwardness every time the thought came into your head. The moon was high in the sky, not a cloud in sight. You wanted to go, flee the city of Gotham before you completely lost your mind to him. Voices rang through your ears, almost yelling at you to go to him. You clutched the handlebars and gritted your teeth and let out a small scream. It seemed to calm the voices for a short time but they soon came flooding back. You noticed a car speeding up next to you. You look and see the vibrantly colored vehicle, immediately recognizing it. You look away quickly but you know he saw you. You begin to slow yourself down and so does he. You pull yourself over to the side of the road and he follows. You sit there on the bike, looking down. The sound of the car door opening makes you shudder and the sound of it slamming shut making you jump. You lift off the helmet and get up. You turn and come face to face with the madman.
“What…?” You finally speak, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Away. Look…sir, I can’t do this anymore, I can not work for you anymore. The last time I let this happen to me it destroyed me in the end-”
“You don’t look so destroyed to me, doll, and believe me, I know destroyed when I see it” he interrupts, a smirk playing at his lips.
“I was left to nothing, I came here and and…I’m being driven right back to where I was because of you! You’re doing this to me!” you scream at him, backing away, holding yourself as if you could shield yourself from the emotional pain and madness you are suddenly feeling. “Why are you here…?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, princess” he speaks, stepping closer.
“You shouldn’t care about me. You have…her. You have her wrapped around your finger, I am just another mind you twist and pollute with insanity-”
“She left. She’s gone” he replied stepping closer and cupping your face in his hands. Your breath hitched. You look up to him, your heart pounding in your chest. You can’t think straight, you just can’t. You pull out a gun from your pocket and place it just under his chin. You see his jaw tense and he glares at you.
“That doesn’t matter” you argue shaking your head. “You’re never going to really love me, are you?” you question looking at him. Him looking into your eyes and you see the pleading look. A look you can’t think the Joker ever gave anybody. You’re shaking and you drop the gun, turning away. “I-I’m nothing to you, J…Always have been, always will be” You hear him growl behind you, his footsteps walking back to his car. You expect to hear the car to roar to life and see him speed off past you, but nothing, just the door opening. His footsteps start coming back to you. You turn slowly and see him holding a packet. You walk over, your eyebrows furrowed. You take the papers and look through them.
Two Years Earlier
The place was quiet. No music, no dancers, no drunken idiots. You were escorted to a back table in the VIP area. Gold beads hung around the couch. You take a seat, looking around.
“He’ll be right with you” the guard that had escorted you in told you. With that the door had opened. You had been home for weeks, heartbroken over a past lover and you just knew it was about time to get back into work. What better way of doing so was to work for the Clown Prince of Gotham. It payed well and also was a guarantee you got protection if you got on his good side. He walked through the opened door and looked to you immediately. He stopped and looked to the guard. “This is her…” the guard replied as if confirming something. Joker looked to you and smirked. He took his seat across from you and gripped the handle on his kane. You glanced at his hand and back to him, suddenly feeling your heart flutter just at his previous action.
“The assassin” he says with a small purr. “There’s something you can do for me, doll, there sure is” you had to cross your leg over the other to help hide what he was doing to you just from the way he spoke his words. “But…” he says silently, leaning closer. “Are you up for it?” he speaks sliding a packet over to you. His eyes on yours. You couldn’t help but shiver. Your heart fluttering in your chest. You nod, still captivated by him and the way he looked at you you felt he as well was captivated by you but that puzzled you. You nodded once more and a small smile went across your lips.
“As you wish, sir” you reply, taking the contract and signing it where it said to.
You looked at your name written neatly across the line. You looked up to Joker. He pulled a match from his pocket and looked down to it.
“You want to be free…? Here” he finished, handing you the lighter. It sat in your hand as did the contract. You flicked the lid open and lit it, watching the flame dance around. You brought it to the corner of the paper and watched as it slowly burned and you dropped both to the pavement and glanced back up to J. He looked to the papers caught in the flames. You stepped around them and took his hands.
“…I can be free from the job but I don’t think I can be free from you” you whispered, leaning up to him, connecting your lips. He tenses under the intimate touch but then lets his lips move to yours, wrapping his arms around you. Your hands find their place in his hair and you can’t suppress the smile spreading across your face, You pull your lips back a little so they at least brush against his and rest your forehead to his.
“Mine” he whispers pressing another kiss to your lips.