Request: (anonymous) Can you do a head cannon of the clown prince meeting you and being smitten by the reader
You get all dressed up in a new sequined black dress to go to the Joker’s club, as you wait out in line you get more and more nervous having never been there or even seen the Joker and Harley before.
A black lamborghini trimmed in red roars down the road and comes to a stop right out of the front of the club, your body is torn between being envious and frightened of who’s inside.
Bouncers in black suits and gold,mocking batman masks rush to the door to open it, but the man inside swings it open himself and waves them away. Not the Joker, but his son steps out.
The clown prince takes a deep breath, not wanting to go in and entertain for another night with all his father’s ‘associates’. He swings his leather jacket over his shoulder and tosses his keys to Frost to park it.
He stops dead in his tracks when he see’s you shivering cold in the line in your new dress, he instantly recognizes your face as one who’s new and naive to the workings of his world.
He’s overcome by something he hasn’t felt before, but he shakes his head and get’s the deer in headlights look off himself and smirks at you before heading inside.
You stand in line still waiting, feet hurting from your heels before a bouncer walks up to you and gestures for you to follow him inside. You nervously accept and go with him.
The clown prince’s heart begins to race when he see’s you again, he confidently walks right up to you but when he reaches you, he’s lost at what to do next like the sight of you has stolen the breath from his lungs.
He swings his leather jacket around to you when he see’s you still trying to warm your arms.
His eyes are intoxicating, half saying not to be afraid and half saying it’ll be bad if you don’t accept, you take the jacket.
The clown prince walks away overwhelmed with what he just did and not wanting to push you, he’s cocky but not as forward and demanding as his father.
You put the jacket on to get warm and confused, walk over to the bar to get a drink and relax. You feel his eyes on you and can’t get him out of your head.
You blush thinking about the man you just saw, and already pickering your fingers run through his green hair, his hands gripping your thighs, what his pale lips taste like.
He lingers along the golden beads across the club watching your every move and memorizing your body. He can’t stop imagining what he’d do to you, but moreso what you’d do to him.
He keeps wishing you’d turn around so he can see your face again, it gave him comfort that maybe there is some softness in the world and someone could look at him more than the heir to a villainous empire.
The Joker spots his son from his VIP booth, he recognizes the look on his face, and knows his son if going through what he went through that fateful day at Ace Chemicals.
You’re so entranced thinking about the clown prince that you don’t even notice the man coming up to you.
He offers to buy you a drink and tells you you’re beautiful, you decline and your face suggests you’re not interested at all but he persists and you try walking away.
The clown prince is infuriated that this man won’t leave you alone and you feel like you have to leave instead of him.
His infamous temper comes out even though he’s been trying to suppress it, he marches up in front of you, stopping you from going anywhere.
He almost loses his breath looking at you again, but clears his throat and asks if the guy is bothering you.
It dawns on you that you know him, but he doesn’t know you and yet he’s trying to help. You tell him yes being inspired by his confidence
The clown prince walks over and the man is already shaking in his shoes realizing his mistake. He tries to apologize but the pale hands of the Joker’s heir are already wrapped around his throat and slamming his head into the bar.
You hear the Joker’s laughter from the distance and realize the clown prince is a lot like his father, but how protective and defensive of you he’s being is a turn on you can’t resist.
The clown prince walks over to you with bloodied hands, seeing you instantly calming him down. He has this animalistic instinct to protect you and is completely infatuated by you.
All the violence sends a clear message that you are not familiar with this underground world but something about him is pulling you and making you feel safe.
You laugh out of nervousness and because you just realized the two of you don’t know each other’s names, his eyes and smile light up when he sees you giggling.
You take off his jacket that he gave you and extend it to him and he takes it, not looking away from you, and wipes the blood off his hands with it then tosses it on the body near his feet.
He thinks about picking you up and taking you into the back room when he see’s your body in the dress again while you’re thinking about his pale and veiny hands running all over you.
“Would you like a drink?” he says in a deep but smooth voice, hearing it sealing your fate with him.