Night Fever
Alright, so I’ve been painting him incessantly for the past few weeks, and two letters from my Arthur arrived at my doorstep, delivered by @ajokeformur-ray and @sweet-nothings04. They’ve infused me with inspiration, and I cannot thank you enough for the joy you two have brought me!!! 🔥🥺❤ So, here’s a new story in return, still a wip, but hope you like it!
Thank you, Chuckletown, for putting a smile on my face every day, I’m so deeply grateful! 🤗🖤
Summary: years after the start of his infamy, you infiltrate Joker’s operation, working undercover as a full time bartender at his club. Your mission was to gather intel on Joker’s high-strung dealings with the Maroni crime family, yet your new job repeatedly subjected you to intriguing accounts of Joker that soon had you question your professionalism.
Warnings: mentions of mental conditions, violence, alcohol, an emancipated Joker. Much use of dialogue for characterization, heavy flirt, pre smut intro, oh yes 🤭🔥
He was 5 minutes late already. Poor Clarice, if only she knew you were here with her, she’d be happy to see you again. You hated seeing her so dozed up on pills but her depersonalization disorder had brought her to Arkham less than 2 years ago. At least she was comfortable here, you’d made some extra expenses to make sure.
The door opened and in walked the commissioner, your boss. Finally.
“Gordon, you scared the shit out of me”
“Hey, Y/N, sorry for that. Had to lay low for a bit, saw Morgan down the isle, probably visiting his mother. How have you been?”
“How have I been?!” just hearing the question felt like a stone had been lifted off your chest, and you could finally talk to someone about it. “Oh let’s see, I’m scared shitless every night I walk into that club, other than that, everything’s great…”, your rubbed the salt from your eyes. “3 weeks into this, I’m starting to make friends at the bar. People do speak a lot when they’re tipsy. Had it not been me in that hornet’s nest, I’d call this one of your best ideas so far”
“Sit, please. Has anything happened to you?”
“No, I’m alright. I’ve been dealing directly with Gary mostly, he’s a sweetheart, keeps the books and his hands clean. He introduced me around, but apart from a few catcalls and some inappropriate jokes, nothing I can’t handle.”
“Good, good. Try to keep a low profile, make friends, pour them a bit too much to drink, especially if they’re Maroni’s crew. Tell me. Have you seen him?’
“I have, yeah, he spends at least 4 hours at the club every couple nights. When he skips for longer, I see the news the next day. His schedule is irregular, even his crew seems surprised when he’s not at the club. I haven’t managed to get more yet, only the general gossip about this or that, never names or locations though. It’s probably just disinformation anyway. I saw Pino Maroni 3 days ago, caused a raucous at his table, but he was gently escorted back to his limo by Joker’s men.”
“He was. He watched Pino make a fool of himself coming at him, but treated him like an old friend. Half that club probably even bought it. He’s gonna kill him, isn’t he?”