This is an epilogue especially for clarinette4440. I'm a shocking hopeless romantic, and couldn't help but write something that I hope is a better end to the imagine😊
It had been a year since (Y/n) had seen Joker, a year since she had made love to him; a year since he had admitted that she was his first. For a moment she had found it difficult to believe that a man of his age was still a virgin; but given everything she knew about his life, his mother, and his illnesses, she truly wasn't all that surprised.
Even though he was not the first man she had slept with, she could truly say that despite his lack of experience, he still managed to do things to her body that she was sure even the most experienced man would find impossible. He had been so gentle, wanting to ensure that she enjoyed the experience as much as he was; he had made her feel as though she was the most important woman on the planet, and despite the air of cockiness that he normally displayed to everyone else, when he had been with her that night, he had been the most caring lover that she could ever wish for.
For the first couple of months after his disappearance, she had tortured herself by listening to their interviews over and over, or by watching anything that might show his face, in a vain attempt to keep a connection between them; and even though she was happy that he wasn't locked in Arkham, the fact that he was out there in the world, and couldn't be with her, had led to many nights of drowning her sorrows in wine or tubs of ice-cream, and even more nights of crying herself to sleep.
Work had been the only thing that had kept her going, as she buried herself under mounds of paperwork, trying to drown out the thoughts of the man from Gotham, that seemed to constantly bombarded her.
It had been a year to the day since Joker had vanished from not only Arkham, but also from Gotham; she had tried to keep up with the news as the authorities had searched for the killer clown, but as the year had passed, the reports appeared less and less, until they finally seemed to stop.
She had always wondered where he could have gone, how he seemed to have vanished so completely; but it was the notion that he could have found someone else that had nearly killed her.
She had stayed true to him, loving him more every day; but even though he had promised that some day he would return to her, as the time passed, she grew to slowly disbelieve that she would ever see the man that the rest of the world only saw as a murderer, again.
(Y/n) sat at her desk, the report that she was compiling on the latest killer that she had been interviewing was nearly finished, and for once she was glad that she would have a brief respite to breath, until she was sent out again.
Apart from the fact that she felt more alone than she ever had, (Y/n) had stayed busy by going out to Louisiana with a colleague to try and help the local police locate a killer that the press had dubbed 'Swamp Thing', due to the fact that each of his known victims, or at least what was left of them if the alligators had found them, had been found in one of the local swamp.
The method of death was simple, the killer had manually strangled each of his victims, breaking the hyoid bone in the process; her partner believed that the killer may possibly have some knowledge of forensics, knowing that placing his victims in water could remove a lot of useful evidence, but (Y/n) knew that it was more likely that the killer just knew the area well, probably living nearby, and it was the easiest place for him to dispose of the bodies, hoping that the local reptiles would help by eating the evidence.
She had spent a whole month assisting the police by going over the crime scenes, using the photos to try and see in her mind's eye, the series of events that had taken place before and after the killings; but despite her insistence that she should stay and help, Steve had called her back to base, and she had spent the last few months feeling as though she was being purposely confined to the office.
She knew that her friend, and boss was concerned about her wellbeing, he had caught her more than once asleep on the sofa in her office when she hadn't wanted to be home alone. He had told her that she shouldn't work so much, that she should go out and spend some time out of the office; but no matter what he did, she had continued to work every hour she could.
"(Y/n)." Steve said, shocking her slightly as her eyes flew from the computer screen, to look at the man in the doorway.
"Are you coming or not?" Steve asked, walking into her office and taking a seat on her desk.
"I don't know Steve, I should really get this report finished, and then I have that transcript to type up." (Y/n) protested, not really interested in joining in with the celebrations, even if it was for Steve's birthday.
"That's it (Y/n). You have spent too much damn time in this office. Now as your boss I insist that you finish work immediately, the report and transcript will still be there tomorrow, and there are eight other people that can type up that transcript, it doesn't always have to fall on you. As your friend, I want you to join me to help celebrate my birthday, because without you it won't be any fun. Steve told her, closing her laptop, and physically dragging her, by the hand, from her office.
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(Y/n) sat at the bar, slowly sipping on something that tasted more like vinegar than a good glass of wine. She couldn't help but smile slightly, as she watched Steve and her co-workers enjoy the night, drinking and laughing as they sat around causing a little more trouble than sensible Federal Agents really should do. There was part of her that wanted to join in and just let loose, wanted to forget for one night about the man that she may never see again; but as she turned back to face the mirror behind the bar, she knew she couldn't do it.
As she looked at her reflection, she couldn't help but think that she looked as though she was a hundred years old; it was obvious that she wasn't sleeping enough, and more than obvious that she wasn't eating enough. She had to chuckle slightly as she eyed her protruding cheek bones, it was like she was trying to look like Arthur, her bones now more obvious than they had ever been.
With a sigh, she stared down into the glass of vile vino, wishing that she could be back in the office, immersed in reports and police interviews.
"You don't look like you want to be here." A smooth voice said, as (Y/n) continued to look into her glass. She didn't want to be rude, but she was in no mood to be hit on by some horny drunk guy.
"What gave it away?" She asked harshly, not wanting to give the man the time of day.
"Well, the fact that you are sat at the bar all on your own, while your friends are enjoying themselves." The soft voice said, from her side.
"Let me guess, man trouble." The man stated, as (Y/n) was slowly beginning to lose all sense of propriety.
"And if I tell you that it is, will you leave me alone?" (Y/n) asked, finally looking up from her glass, but still taking no notice of the man next to her.
"I think any man that would leave you behind, is a real clown." The voice said, a sudden shift in tone and accent, causing (Y/n) to spin on the bar stool and stare in disbelief at the man by her side.
He had changed slightly; he had managed to put a little weight on, and his face was fuller and more rounded. He had tied back his hair, and grown a beard, probably in an attempt to conceal his features, but under all those changes, he was still her Joker.
Suddenly she jumped from her stool and into his waiting arms, clinging on to the man that she had so desperately been waiting for.
"Well hello to you too darling. Are you that rude to all strangers?" Joker chuckled, as he held on to her shaking body.
"What are you doing here? Where have you been? Oh my god! This place is full of FBI agents and you're still wanted." (Y/n) rambled, as she looked up into his sparkling green eyes.
Joker smiled, his finger softly caressing her cheek as he leant down for the kiss that both of them had been waiting for so long.
"None of that matters at the moment; all that matters is that you're coming with me." Joker stated, as his face turned serious.
"I couldn't stay away any longer, even if it means getting caught, I had to come and get you. If you want to be with me, we can leave now, go away and never look back; no one will be suspicious that you have gone now, not after all this time. I have a new life (Y/n), but the only thing that is missing is you. Please, come with me." Joker begged, as stared down at her.
(Y/n) looked over at Steve and her co-workers; it was obvious that the group were too drunk to notice what was transpiring between her and the man in front of her. She thought about her mother, and how her sudden disappearance may affect her; but as she looked into the perfect green eyes of Joker, she knew that there was only one course of action open to her.
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The warm breeze of the gulf stream, blew across the faces of the man and woman that sat together on the sand, looking out onto the ocean as the sun began to slowly set. Life was simple now; they had just enough money to live comfortably, both of them doing odd jobs for the locals, or helping out in the tourist season if they needed extra money. Their new life was a far cry from what their old lives had been. There was no more murder or asylums, no more reports, interviews, or transcripts; now there was the sun, the sea and the sand.
"Are you happy?" (Y/n) asked, as the man next to her brushed his fingers down her arm, only stopping when they got to her swelling belly.
"This is a life that I thought only happened in the movies, yet here we are, and you are carrying the greatest gift that I could ever ask for. How could I not be happy?" Joker asked, as he looked into (Y/n)'s eyes, his hand softly rubbing the bump that was the home to his growing child.
"I love you my Joker." (Y/n) said, kissing him gently on the lips, before he stood up and lifted her into his arms and carried her back into their house.
Not for one minute had she regretted leaving with him that night, not for one second had she regretted leaving everything and everyone behind; and as she felt Joker's child kick within her, she knew that she never would.