(Leto Joker X Reader)

You were never one to cry a lot. Sure, get mad, furious, mopey , maybe even sad but tears were not your forte . They just always were kept bottled up. But even the dragon has shed a single tear.

You were having an awful week, Joker was super busy. But that was a no brainier. Plus he always made it up to you, with kisses. And a little more than kisses, if you catch my drift. And just the fact that the clown prince of crime loved you and every crazy part of your transfigured mind and body. Just like him. Skin bleached white, lips stained purple, and Hair dyed ocean. But your eyes stayed the same, more vibrant (E/C) if you will. But, all that aside , it didn't help the pending up frustration.
First, some henchmen you hired for a job that was necessarily easy were really a group of untrained baboons . They fucked up the entire heist , resulting in .. Well, let's say, they won't be making it back home for Christmas.
Then you went to Joker's club to say hello to your favorite love story . But just to find out he had already left minutes before you to surprise you. That leaving you with muffled laughs, and the occasional comments like,
"What a fine ass" or
"Joker's got a bad bitch." To that one you responded with a predatory aura as you turned to face him slow and milky. With an index finger raised you said  , " Oh friend." Looking at exactly who said it with a sick grin,
"Oh friend oh friend ." The man had dark toned skin with a tattoo that read BadAss along his cheek bone just under his left eye. More like DumbAss is what it should've stated. His eyes were wide as you inched closer, drawing out your own special weapon. A delicate , classic western type , blue handled revolver.
"You Know~ what happened to the LAST." You sunk right into his lap with a thud. He gulped leaning , arching his back as far away as he could from you like a spider on a web when you're in the basement and are trying to avoid it getting into your hair. You pressed the barrel right onto his forehead , laughing darkly. What a way to blow off steam. "Guy That Said, Such a... Statement?"
He shook his head ferociously.
"Well, let's find out."
BANG.

You exited dusting off your bloodstained black sweatshirt (so it wouldn't really show) as you exited. Then, this. This was the last fucking straw. When you came home, greeted by an irritated Mister J. Like the good girlfriend you were you had asked what's up? Of course, the guy you murdered Was the son of a mob boss he was making a critical deal with. Of Fucking Course He Was!!!

Now, here you were. Sitting . Inside the slide of a children's jungle gym in the middle of the Gotham Central Park. It was the creepy one that people rarely visited. Covered in graffiti  . Not to mention some of your own. After your argument , the last thing you said were along the lines of,

"I Am So Fucking Pissed Right Now!"
And ,
"IMA GET SO FUCKING DRUNK OR HIGH I WON'T REMEMBER THIS SHIT , IM GOING OUT , DON'T BOTHER LOOKING, ILL BE HOME SOON! UGH!"

Yep, soon. More like 2 hours sitting and pouting inside of a plastic Tube. Even the inside was spray painted. But you smiled on the one you had done. With a sharpie it was a picture of a bat and a robin. The robin sat curled up sleeping while the bat hung upside down weeping. Interesting what you could have been before you fell into the void. Sighing, you really had to take a whiz. So taking every once of mental strength you pushed yourself down the slide and made your way up to a closest café. And there she blows, cafés never seemed to let you down. Tossing your hood up you walked in, went into the bathroom, then. Well walked out. But a sudden gust of wind blew in as someone else walked into the shop and it had blown your hood off revealing your stained portrait of a face. You stood there, as the shocked looks of the people around gave you. But, not many outsiders knew about you. You were pretty skilled at only having people important know about you and your profiles. Then just like that, they all started laughing. You glanced around. Manic voices screaming at you. But not to kill anyone no. But to put on a show, and with that you started laughing to, as you waltzed out you kept laughing, then as you walked down the side walk. Slowly crashing down as the laughter grew hysterical. Finally got tears spilled down while you kept laughing. But now. It was a wail of sad coughs. The laughing turned desperate. Like a bad joke. You curled up and hiccuped into your knees. You had had enough and the rage took its toll. It was all so funny, yet it hurt you so much. So you laughed at the comedy, but died in the tragedy. Soon enough you felt a palm rest on your shoulder. You were still gurgling chuckles as you sniffed and barely peered up . You saw a familiar silver smile and grin hair. Icy blue eyes staring down at you. He crouched next to you. Joker glanced at the playground you both now hid behind, then back at you.

" Hey princess, want to tell me what's this all really about?", he said softly. He kept the smirk but his eyes said it all, he was concerned. You looked at him and wiped your eyes. You hated it when you cried. Clowns don't cry, they smile... But why weren't you?. You felt yourself getting angry, and as if on command he pulled you into his arms and held you. You instantly started to feel better. You croaked ,
"I'm not sorry for killing your bosses kid. He wasn't funny. "

He gave a full hearted laugh as he kissed your temple,
"Well you can tell me all about that pumpkin." , he picked you up and strode over to the swing set. Sitting on one with you curled up like a fetus in his lap as he kicked back , relaxed and started to sway you in his arms in rhythm of the swing.

You nodded as you told him everything, giggling from here and there. Yeah you were sick, but just how he liked it. Cause he was sick to. When you finished sniffing and rubbing at your already chafing nose, he pressed his lips to your neck and ,

BBbbBBBLLURRPPPppP! As he blew a raspberry and erupting both of you into fits of giggles. But then like a switch, it started to rain. Getting drenched he laughed and kissed you passionately on your smiling lips and said ,
"Let's go home (Y/N)"