Joker x Reader (Imagine) -Part 1/?
Imagine being The Jokers daughter and having a hard time without your mother (Harley) being alive.
Warnings: Language, mentions of death, some light violence
A/N: This is only my second imagine so bare with me. If you want to request something just let me know! I’m not really sure how long this will be or how many other parts I’ll do for it but I hope you enjoy. Feedback is appreciated (Not my picture) Read part two here
Ever since you could remember it was just you and your Daddy J. That was your favorite thing to refer to him by as a child. He would always smile whenever he saw you, showing his shiny teeth that you thought were the neatest thing ever.
When you were three and a half you wanted to look just like him.
“One day I want to have pretty teeth just like you Daddy,” you would say while sitting on his lap as he played with your silky Y/H/C hair. Of course he only smiled and laughed lowly to himself with a huff.
At the age of five you wanted to be smart like him.
“I want to do the work too! Lemme’ do work to, I promise I’ll be good,” how could he turn away the adorable little puppy eyed child before him. He would pull you onto his lap an hand you a pen and a blank sheet of paper. You would scribble “words” onto your paper, carefully watching him as he wrote on his own paper.
When you had turned eight you wanted to do business just like your Daddy.
“Can I come help?” you asked quietly while twirling your hair around your finger.
“You’re still too little, and we wouldn’t want Daddy’s lil’ angel getting hurt now would we?” a gun was slipped into his holster, on safety. At least for now.
“I’m a lil’ monster!” you huffed out, Frost only smiled oh so slightly and J started laughing, pleased that you were so much like him at such a young age.
“Of course doll. What'dya say we go to Daddy’s appointment together and you can watch with Frost until I say?” he bent down and fixed the bow on your pink and blue dress while giving one of his big classic smiles. This made you giggle and squeal with excitement while copying the ‘pretty smile’ that you adored so much and taking J’s hand to head to the car.
Finally you were eleven, and you wanted nothing more than to act like your Daddy J.
J marched around through the hallway and into your bedroom. When he rounded the corner he stopped in the doorway where your door was wide open. He slanted against the wall and rubbed his hands through his perfectly formed green hair in a very irritated manner. There you stood, in the middle of your once beautiful white carpet, starring down at your feet while your Dad was looking down at your nanny’s body laying lifeless on the floor.
“Y/N sweetheart…mind explaining to me what this is?” he said motioning towards the body on the floor with a shaky hand.
“A dead body,” you sweetly replied, stepping over her body and walking towards your bead.
“I can see that,” J’s face was straight, but inside he was laughing and smiling at how much you really were like him. “but my question is why….is….she…dead?”
“She was sad, I wanted to help,” you took your hands out from behind your back, “I put a smile on her face…but she was still sad.” your E/C eyes looked up and into his, “so I killed her.”
“Kitten, you know Daddy’ll do anything for his little princess,” he was making his way over to you a you nodded, “but this is your tenth nanny in less than a month, you can’t keep killing them all.” his hands were in his pockets, Frost was standing in the hallway.
“Maybe they shouldn’t do stupid things to piss me off,” J sighed, you had a point…and his temper. He couldn’t get mad. “I don’t need a nanny. I won’t kill them anymore because they won’t be around,” your tiny head tilted to the side, trying to read your Dad’s feelings.
“Okay, but give me the knife. I don’t want you to kill off anyone around here if you get bored…no temptation,” he reached his hand out to yours and you handed over the knife. You both knew this wouldn’t stop you but he promised Harley to do his best. This was it.
You leaned down and grabbed a box from under your bed. “You might want these then,” you said sadly as a small frown appeared on your face as you handed over the box full of his missing knives.
Now you were sixteen, and you were just like him now.
Every single day you woke up, you thought of your mom. She’d been killed by someone when you were a baby. You were sure your dad knew who’d killed her, like anyone could do something like that and remain hidden from him. He never told you who it was the few times you asked him. When he kept silent you gave up asking, but you were destroyed daily by the missing person in your life. You wanted…no…you needed answers, and you were going to get them no matter what you had to do. After J had left last night late, you suck into his office while he was at the club, he never let you go anyways so now was a perfect time to do some snooping research. Easily you logged into his computer, whatcha’ got in here? you mentally thought. There were folders on his homepage, so many folders. How the hell were you supposed to find anything out about your mom’s death? Too many folders to look through. Not enough time.
You scrolled past so many files, then one caught you eye. Intrigued, you clicked on it. Pictures of Harley’s coroners report showed up along with everything the cops had on her. Bingo was his name O’. You read over everything in the file, you had a lead on who took your mothers life, and you planned to return the favor regardless of who they were and what your Dad said.
“Daddy?” you called down the long hallway, was he not home? You could only hope.
“He had business to take care of. I’m supposed to watch you,” one of his henchmen was left behind to make certain you didn’t cause trouble.
“Huh? What’d ya say? Sorry, voices n’ all. They get louder when I’m bored,” his eyes grew wider as a twisted smile appeared on your face. “so let’s have some fun!” you exclaimed as you grabbed your bat from it’s resting place on the wall in an instant, he had no time to respond. Before you realized how quickly it’d all happened, his head was bashed into the new carpeting. “Looks like you’re doin’ a real shitty job so far,” you giggled while gabbing your coat on the way out of the door.