The final part to this imagine, although I wish I could carry on writing this one and take it further. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. ❤🃏😊

(Y/n) sat in her room, going through the mountains of paperwork that she already had from her interviews with Joker; a pile of recordings that she still had to go over, and write up, seemed to be mocking her, as she took a sip of the wine in her glass.

The last couple of days had passed too quickly, and tomorrow was her last day with Arthur; he had given her everything she needed, more information than she could ever have wished for, and he had also shown her how much he wanted her, their short interviews usually ending in him taking her in his arms, and kissing her until she could barely breath, whispering into her ear things that only lovers would say, and promises, promises that some day they would be together.

(Y/n) knew it was crazy, but there was a part of her that believed what he was saying was true, if anyone could find a way of getting out of Arkham, it would be Joker.

When (Y/n) had arrived back at the hotel after Joker had kissed her the first time, she had laid on her bed and sobbed; the emotions that were bombarding her body and mind had become too much to handle. Part of her was horrified at what seemed to be unfolding, terrified that she had become one of those crazed women that wrote to incarcerated violent criminals looking for love, terrified that she had succumb to the Bonnie and Clyde syndrome; but she had quickly ruled it out. She knew all about the psychology of those women, that some of them believed that they could change the man, others seeing the little boy that the killer used to be, and seeking to nurture that child; but the worst were the ones that wanted to share the media spotlight with their infamous love, wanted to make money from the deaths of their killers victims.

The last thing she wanted to do was change Joker, even his psychotic side had its appeal; she didn't want to mother him, she wanted to love him, and she would never want any of the spotlight that would shine on Joker if ever he was mentioned.

Instead, she had simply fallen in love with a man; not the killer clown, not the hype, not all the insane theories and conjecture that surrounded Arthur Fleck, she had fallen in love with a man that had been pushed too far, a man that had been sweet and sensitive, but was now strong and confident. She loved the man, and she didn't care whether it was Arthur or Joker, she would take both.

She had imagined what her father would have said if he had still been alive, what her mother would say if she ever found out; but it was her life, and sometimes you can't help who you fall in love with.

(Y/n) sighed as she got up from the sofa, placing the pile of paperwork on the table, as she walked over to look out of the window; for once it wasn't raining, and the lights of the city outside seemed to twinkle like the ones on the Christmas tree that her father would help her decorate every year when she was a child. She tried to smile at the memory, but the knowledge that tomorrow would be the last day she saw the man she loved, drowned out any happy thoughts.

Joker had told her to trust him, told her that he would fix everything, and even though she wanted to believe him, she had to be practical; she wouldn't be able to write to him, or phone him, or contact him in any other way, and she had to face the fact that getting to see him again would be difficult.

As she swirled the deep red liquid in her glass, her eyes focused on the city, a soft knock at her door brought her back to reality with a bump. With a sigh, she made her way to the door, her eyes widening with trepidation when she saw the figure of Detective Murray, waiting outside patiently.

"Detective Murray, to what do I owe the pleasure? It's a little early don't you think, you and Green don't normally come around until the early hours of the morning." (Y/n) said, smiling softly as she saw the apologetic look on the man's face.

"Hello (Y/n), I'm sorry to disturb you again, I was just hoping that I could have a word?" Murray said hopefully, as he shifted uncomfortably.

There was part of her that wanted to close the door, but instead she opened it wide, beckoning the detective in.

"Of course, whatever you need." (Y/n) said, following him into the room and taking a seat across from him.

"How is your investigation going." She asked, as she offered Murray a glass of wine, which he gratefully took.

"Well that's one of the things I have come to talk to you about. It seems that we have hit a bit of a brick wall, we came up with a lot of information about Doctor Jackson's nefarious activities as far as women were concerned, and it would appear more than one complaint had been filed against him; I'm actually surprised and concerned that he wasn't struck off a long time before his death. We did find a witness to say that she had seen a man and woman leave the doctor's apartment late the night of his death, but she could do no more than give us a basic description of the possible suspects." Murray told (Y/n), as she took a large gulp of wine, and refilled her glass.

"I still think that a husband or boyfriend could be our killer, but I will just have to keep digging." Murray said, taking a drink from his own glass.

"What about your partner? Is he still obsessed with his idea that Arthur was involved?" (Y/n) asked, doing everything she could to hide any body language that may betray her.

"That's another reason I have come to see you, to apologise for Green; I found out about him following you to Arkham, about him pestering you, it wasn't right what he did. He's been reassigned to another case, so I'm working the Jackson death on my own." Murray said, rising from his seat, and taking the spot near the window that (Y/n) had not long ago vacated.

"That's alright, I don't expect you to apologise for him, he may be your partner, but it's not your responsibility to try and make up for the fact that he's a dick." (Y/n) told him, watching as Murray smiled slightly, a heavy silence taking over the conversation, until Murray looked back at her.

"I hear that tomorrow is your last day with us, it's a shame, I would like to have got to know you better." Murray said nervously, downing the contents of his glass.

(Y/n) stared at him for a moment; it was true that Murray wasn't an unattractive man, he had short cut dark blonde hair, with the lightest stubble on his chin; his eyes were a calm shade of dark grey, and he was healthily built, but he wasn't Joker, he didn't have that spark that could make him truly attractive.

"Well if I could stay around, I probably would; but I am expected back at Quantico the day after I finish here, and I think my boss would go crazy if I didn't go back. I am hoping that in the future I will be able to organise a follow up interview with Arthur, but I will have to see." (Y/n) said, smiling as Murray moved closer, a look of hope on his face.

"Well, I..... er...... don't suppose that if you were able to come back, you would like to go for dinner, or a drink, or something with me? I mean, we seem to get along ok, and I already have your phone number, and I really would like to get to know you better, that is if you don't already have someone." Murray said, sitting back across from (Y/n).

(Y/n) couldn't help but smile at him, he did seem to have the sweetest nature, despite his difficult job, and it was true that they had got along well during her time knowing him; but she knew how difficult relationships with other members of law enforcement could be. Years earlier she had found herself in a relationship with a member of the local police that were stationed near Quantico, it had been good to begin with, they understood the difficulties of doing the job they did and how it affected not only them but those around them; but soon enough he seemed to become jealous, he didn't like that fact that she worked so much, or that she sometimes had to spend periods of time away, or that she was some highfaluting FBI Agent, and the whole thing had ended messily, leaving her more determined to just bury herself in her work.

"If I come back, I'll think about it." (Y/n) said softly, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

Murray smiled, and placed his glass on the table. "Well, I suppose I should let you work; you seem to have a lot to do." He said, looking at the pile of paperwork.

"I hope to hear from you (Y/n)." Murray said, as she rose and showed him back to the door.

"It was a pleasure to meet you Special Agent (Y/n)." Murray told her, placing a kiss to her cheek as he disappeared back down the hallway.

(Y/n) closed the door and slumped against it. "Boy could life get more complicated?" She chuckled to herself, her mind slowly drifting back to what would happen tomorrow.

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"Good Afternoon Agent (Y/n)." Jack said, as he greeted her as she got out of the elevator.

"Oh, so you're the one they send for my last walk?" (Y/n) said happily, shaking the guard's hand.

"Afraid so. Arthur is already waiting in the room......... you know, it's such a shame that today is your last day here, Arthur really seems to have improved a lot since you've been talking to him, he seems a lot more grounded. I can see a little bit of the old Arthur come back." Jack told her as they walked down the corridor to the room.

"I don't think that I can take any of the credit for that." (Y/n) said with a smile, as Jack put his keys in the door.

"Don't sell yourself short, he cares for you a great deal (Y/n), but please, be careful." Jack said, his face turning serious.

"Thank you, Jack, I will be. And just in case I don't see you again, if you need anything, anything, just call me ok?" (Y/n) told him, handing him her card, and kissing him on the cheek.

As Jack shut the door behind her, (Y/n) looked over at Joker as he sat in his usual seat, smoking the latest in a line of goodness knew how many cigarettes.

The two remained quiet until they heard Jack's footsteps faded down the corridor, as soon as everything went silent, Joker stood as (Y/n) ran into his arms kissing him feverishly.

"Looks like someone missed me." Joker chuckled, as he wrapped his arm around her, his hand cupping her cheek.

"Nah! I just got this strange urge to kiss a clown." (Y/n) said, smiling as Joker brushed his fingers through her hair.

"Well, aren't I lucky that I am the only clown around here." Joker told her, as he breathed in her scent, for what could be the final time.

"So, what do we do on our last day?" Joker asked, watching as (Y/n)'s face turned sad.

"Hey! This isn't the last time you are going to see me, beautiful; you really think that I would let you go now that I've found you." Joker said, trying to reassure the woman in his arms.

"Trust me (Y/n), I promise you that we will be together, no matter what it takes, I'll be with you." Joker told her, as he kissed her softly.

"I think I would just like you to hold me, and not let go for the whole hour." (Y/n) said, brushing away the tears that threatened to fall.

"Ya know what, I think that that is the best idea I have ever heard......... I wish I had met you a long time ago (Y/n), Arthur needed a girl like you, a girl that would love me for who I was, all my faults, all my fears; if I had met you before, maybe things would have been a lot different, but as it is, at least I have you now." Joker said, clinging to (Y/n) as tightly as she was to him.

The rest of the hour was a mixture of laughter, and tears, as the two held each other closely, Joker making promises, that (Y/n) desperately wanted to believe. There was part of her that could imagine an idyllic little life, a nice home in a small town, a couple of kids, and a dog; but the reality was that the man she loved was a murderer, and she was a Fed, and that idyllic life would never become reality, but that harsh truth was not going to ruin the last moments with her Joker.

As the pair sat on opposite sides of the table for the last time, waiting for the dreaded sound of keys in a lock, Joker reached over and grabbed (Y/n)'s hands.

"Don't give up on me (Y/n), just wait for me. I know you can't contact me, but please.......... don't stop loving me." Joker said, as (Y/n) leaned over for one last kiss.

"I promise that I will never give up on you, and I will never, ever, stop loving you." (Y/n) promised, quickly pulling her hands away as a guard opened the door.

"Well Arthur, I would like to thank you very much for giving up your time to talk to me, I really appreciate your assistance with my study." (Y/n) said formally, shaking Joker's hand.

"Oh, anytime darling, and maybe, just maybe, you can come back, and I can tell you a lot more things." Joker said, back in his usual cocky character, that mischievous twinkle that (Y/n) knew so well, sparkling in his eyes.

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The rest of the night, as she packed all the belongings that she had brought with her, seemed to last forever, the flight back to Virginia the next day, seemed to be the longest of her life; but it had been the months since she had seen Joker that felt like a lifetime.

Six months had passed and (Y/n) was still to hear anything from Joker, and she had just buried herself into her work further. Her report on her interviews with Arthur Fleck, had received rave reviews from not only Steve, but she had even been to see the Director, who had taken an interest in her work, she had been given a promotion, and had been sent off to talk to two more serial killers; but even all that didn't make up for the part of her that was missing, the part that was still locked inside an asylum in Gotham.

"(Y/n), there's a phone call for you on line 2." One of her co-workers called out, as they transferred the call to her office.

"Hello, Special Agent (Y/n) speaking." She said, closing the report that she was working on.

"Ah, good morning Special Agent (Y/n). My name is Doctor McKenzie, I took over from Doctor Henry Jackson, at Arkham Asylum, I was hoping to be able to have a word with you."

(Y/n) gulped, quickly standing up and closing her office door. "Er...... yes of course, how can I help you Doctor McKenzie?" (Y/n) asked, sitting back at her desk, now on high alert as to what could warrant a phone call from Gotham.

"Well, we have had a demand from Mr. Fleck, he has said that he wishes to confess to other crimes that were not previously known about, but he will only talk to you. I spoke to a Detective Murray, and he offered to call you, but I said that I would prefer that I spoke to you one to one. Given your previous interaction with Arthur, both Detective Murray and I have requested that you be sent to speak with him." The doctor told her, (Y/n)'s eyes widening in disbelief, a small smile growing in her lips at the thought of seeing Joker again.

"I have spoken to your superior, and he has said that we would have to make sure that a return to Gotham was alright with you, before he would sanction the trip." McKenzie said, (Y/n) desperately trying to control her emotions and stay as calm as possible.

"Yes, that should be fine, especially if it helps solve other crimes." (Y/n) told him, as she thought about holding Joker in her arms.

"Wonderful. If you will let your superior know, we really would like you here as soon as possible." McKenzie said, a hint of relief in his voice.

"As soon as they inform us of your travel plans, I will make sure that you are met at the airport; and thank you so much for this Agent (Y/n)." The doctor said, as the line went dead.

(Y/n) wanted to jump from her seat and spin around with excitement. She hated Gotham, she hated Arkham, but she would see Joker again, and after all these months, she was willing to do anything it took to see him. Taking a deep breath, she left her office, and made her way to see Steve.

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"Special Agent (Y/n)?" A voice called out from behind her, as she picked up her bag from the carousel.

(Y/n) spun around, her eyes falling on a young brunette man, with a neatly cut goatee.

"Hello. My name is Alexander Trent, I'm Doctor McKenzie's assistant; he sent me to escort you to the hotel that has been organised for your stay. Obviously, it is too late to go and see Mr. Fleck now, so the Doctor has arranged for me to pick you up tomorrow morning at 9, to take you to Arkham." The young man told (Y/n), offering her his hand with a smile.

"If you will follow me to the car, we will get you settled in for the night." Trent told her, taking her bag from her hand, and making for the exit.

"So, you're going to talk to Fleck? He seems quite an interesting character from what I have read. I believe that you have spoken to him before?" Trent asked, as the two sped through the streets of Gotham.

"Arthur is quite a unique study, with one of the most complex characters I have ever come across; even amongst serial killers, he stands out. And yes, I have spoken with him before, about six months ago actually." (Y/n) told him, as she stared out of the window, the dark city racing by.

"He must have taken quite a liking to you, if he has requested to only speak to you about further crimes." Trent commented.

To (Y/n) it seemed like he was probing for information, trying to get her to admit to something; but if he was, he was going to have to do better than that.

"I doubt that is the case. I simply think that it was the first time that someone had actually sat down and listened to Arthur, as if he was just a man. I'm sure that the psychiatrists that have dealt with him before were all very good at their jobs; but they probably spent too much time theorising as to whether his id, his ego, or his superego were involved in his crimes, or whether he was hugged enough as a child, if he was breastfed, or whether he wanted to sleep with his mother. I don't pretend to be an expert on either Freud, or Jung; I'm just a good listener, and maybe that's all he wants, to be listened to, and not judged." (Y/n) said, her eyes resting on the young man that seemed to be taken aback by her answer.

"My apologies if you thought that I was insinuating anything, Special Agent, its just that it seemed unusual for Fleck to want to talk to you, when the GCPD is on hand." Trent told her, (Y/n) turning back to look out of the window so that she could hide her smile.

"Let's just put it this way, Arthur and the GCPD aren't on the best of terms, and from what I saw on my last visit, that relationship isn't going to improve any time soon."

(Y/n) was relieved when the finally made it to the hotel, but that changed when Trent insisted on escorting her to her room; it wasn't that he was an unpleasant man, it was just that if he was trying some amateur psychology, she wasn't the one to try it on.

"Well this is your room, Agent (Y/n). I will be here at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning to take you to Arkham. Have a good night." Trent said with a smile, (Y/n) watching as he made his way back to the elevator.

With a sigh, (Y/n) dropped on to the bed, closing her eyes as thunder and lightning lit up the dark cityscape. She was sure that it probably hadn't stopped raining since last time she was here, and she was definitely sure the city hadn't changed. Many cities that she had been to, seemed to change constantly, even if it was just the stores; but Gotham seemed to stagnate in its own squalor, dragging its citizens down with it.

Getting undressed, (Y/n) climbed under the bed clothes, her mind focused on once again seeing Joker. She would get to see that smile, to see those beautiful green eyes; and she would catch the smell of his body wash and the lingering odour of cigarettes that always surrounded him, and she couldn't help but smile as she drifted off to sleep.

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(Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open; the room was pitch black apart from a few chinks of light that came through the long curtains. She moved in the bed, turning on to her side, humming happily as she hugged on to the pillow next to her, imagining that it was Joker.

"Are you imagining that that's me, darling?" A deep warm voice said, followed by a chuckle.

(Y/n) sat up instantly, her hand reaching under the pillow for the gun that she always put there.

"Are you looking for this (Y/n)?" The voice asked, the light suddenly being turned on, blinding (Y/n) as she tried to shield her eyes.

"Even when you're in bed, you're a dangerous girl, a gun under a pillow." The voice said, again chuckling as (Y/n)'s eyes began to adjust to the light.

"Oh my god! How did you...... when did you? Oh Arthur." (Y/n) called out, as she finally saw the man in her room, his arms opening wide as she sprang up from the bed and ran to him.

"I am sorry that it took so long, but I'm with you now darling. I told you to trust me." Joker cooed, as he held on to (Y/n).

"I love you." (Y/n) told him, as she looked into his eyes.

"How did you get out? Every cop in Gotham will be out looking for you." (Y/n) said, as she took his hand, and pulled him to sit down next to her on the bed.

"It doesn't matter how I got out, or if the cops are looking for me; what matters is that I am with you, and I want to make the most of it ......... if you want me?" Joker told (Y/n), pushing her back gently onto the bed.

(Y/n) smiled. "I have been waiting six months just to see your face again. I've dreamed about you every night, and now that you are here, I want you more than I have ever wanted anything." She told Joker, grabbing hold of his collar, and bringing him down towards her.

The light of the new day crept through the room as (Y/n) and Joker lay sweaty and breathless in each other's arms. As (Y/n) lay on his chest mindlessly drawing circles on his skin, she felt happier and more fulfilled than she ever had before.

"I love you!" Joker said suddenly, (Y/n) lifting up her head so that she could look him in the eyes.

"I wish the world would just disappear, and that you and I could stay like this forever; that we could just walk around like any other couple and be together like we want to be." Joker told her, brushing away the tears that fell down her cheeks.

"This is a stolen moment, my love. It was never going to end in us living happily in a house with a white picket fence. This is a tragedy, this is Romeo and Juliet, and we are the star crossed lovers; we are kept apart by what we are, and the rest of the world will never let us be together." (Y/n) told Joker, his chest getting wet from (Y/n)'s tears that refused to subside.

"I will always be with you (Y/n), even if not in body, I will always be with you." Joker said, holding her tight as he tried to reassure her.

A sudden knock on the door to her room alerted the pair; quickly (Y/n) wrapped herself in a sheet and edged out of the bedroom.

"Who is it?" (Y/n) shouted, as another knock shook the door.

"Agent (Y/n), it's the GCPD. We need to speak to you urgently." A voice called out from the other side of the door.

(Y/n) looked back at where Joker laying. "Oh, just give me a minute, I have to get dressed." (Y/n) said, rushing back into the bedroom and closing the door quietly behind her.

"Quick, get dressed and leave. I don't want them finding you, I don't want them to take you back to that hell hole; I love you too much to know that you may never leave that place." (Y/n) said, rushing to help Joker put his clothes on.

"Come with me." Joker said, grabbing hold of (Y/n)'s hands, and pulling her into his arms.

"You know as well as I do, that its safer if I stay here. If I leave, they will put two and two together, and even the idiots at the GCPD will come up with four. It's safer for you if I just carry on as if nothing has happened and wait for the day that you can come back to me." (Y/n) told him, pushing him towards the fire escape.

"Just promise that one day you will come back to me. Please promise." (Y/n) pleaded, as Joker began to make his escape.

Before he could answer, another knock at the door rang out.

"GO! PLEASE. I love you." (Y/n) told Joker with one last kiss as she grabbed a dressing gown and made her way out to the door, shutting off the bedroom behind her.

"How can I help the GCPD?" (Y/n) asked, opening the door to two detectives that she had never seen before.

"Special Agent (Y/n), I'm Detective Johnson, and this is Detective Summers. We are here to make sure that you are safe, and to inform you that Arthur Fleck has escaped from Arkham." A large African American man told her, as he and his partner showed her their badges.

"What? How the hell did one of the most dangerous criminals this city has ever seen, escape?" (Y/n) said angrily, trying to keep the detectives outside the room for as long as possible.

"To be honest ma'am we still aren't sure; we were actually told to come and check on you by Doctor McKenzie, he seemed to think that you could be in some kind of danger from Fleck. I was hoping that we could come in and speak with you about your previous interaction with Fleck and see if there is any insight that you may be able to help us with." Johnson said, trying to look into the room behind her.

(Y/n) stood up straight, knowing that her lover would be well away from her room by now.

"Of course, where are my manners? Please come in." (Y/n) said with a smile, as she opened the door wide for the two men.

What felt like hours later, (Y/n) finally shut the door on the two detectives. They had been interested in everything that had gone on, on her previous visit, about why she was back in Gotham, and about anything she knew about Arthur; but now they seemed to have left happy with all her answers, and had told her that there was no need for her to stay in the city.

Reluctantly she made her way back to the bedroom, not wanting to see the now cold bed, that only hours earlier she and Arthur had made love in.

As she opened the door, her eyes fell on a single rose, and a note that had been placed on her pillow. Jumping onto the bed, she took the rose in her hand and sniffed it, the beautiful bouquet somehow reminding her of Joker. Slowly she opened the note and read the two words that made her heart skip a beat.

'I PROMISE.' It simply read, her heart not knowing whether to break or fly; but as she clasped the note to her breast, she knew that one day, someway, somehow, she would see her love again.

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