The Joker x Reader Imagines 💚

Double The Trouble

You and the Joker don't drink very often, but when you do you have to take turns. One always has to watch the other to make sure things are not going...south. And if it happens that you both go down in flames and glory, the burden to keep an eye on both will fall on Frost. He so loves it...Yeap. T___T

You just had one drink and stopped, J had about 6 and you cut him off because he's already drunk. You tried to put him to sleep fast so he won't bother you because you want to watch scary movies all night. You lured him in bed and right now you are uncomfortable as hell. Why? Because he loves to spoon with you, arms crossed on your boobs, holding them tight like his life depends on them. That is the only way he would sleep when he's drunk. And you can't wait to get away from the uncomfortable position. You try to take one hand away and he's nuzzling in your hair, mumbling:
"No...no..."

Dammit, first attempt failed. After 5 minutes, you try again, even slower this time, careful not to wake him up. It worked, but you know he might wake up if he doesn't feel you. You make a run for the kitchen, grab two personal size watermelons and rush back to the master bedroom. You place them in between his arms and cross them on top of the fruits. He smiles in his sleep and squeezes them to his chest, happy. Have fun with your melons, Mister J. Mine are coming with me.

You snap a pic on your phone and send it to Frost downstairs:

"Ain't he cute, Frosty?"

Jonny gets the picture, snorts and starts laughing, not really associating the word cute and Joker in the same sentence.

You go to the living room and start watching "Lights out."

10 minutes into the movie and you hear J's steps dragging on the granite floor.

"Princess? Where are you?" he whines, rubbing his eyes.

Crap, no!!!!! Why is he awake?!

You sigh:

"Over here, baby." The Joker comes and sits by you on the couch, having a hard time concentrating. After 6 drinks, you bet 'cha.

"Y/N, why are there watermelons in our bed?" he sulks, sniffling.

"I have no idea, handsome," you innocently reply, trying to distract him." Let's get you back to bed, hmm?" you muster the brightest smile you can, trying to convince him.

"No, I want strawberries," J pulls back on the couch when you try to lift him.

Great!!! Just go back to sleep dude.

"OK, I'll go get you some." You know you have to, otherwise he won't shut up.

"I'm coming with you," he gets up and grabs the hem of your t-shirt, following your steps. You roll your eyes: Make up your mind.

"You don't have to."

"No, I'm coming, you might leave me again."

So needy when he's drunk.