FROM TUMBLR (misfitgirlwrites)

A bean anon requested an overprotective! Joker finding out that his s/o is down/someone hurt them. This is my first x reader fic and I hope this is what you wanted! I kinda have it as someone hurt the reader in the past and they're thinking back on it so they're a bit depressed. Please enjoy~

TW: Depression, past abuse

'Do I really deserve this?' It was happening again. It was like you couldn't get away from it, there was always a moment where someone says something, does something looks a certain way-hell it could even be a moment on TV that takes you back in the past. Something you've been trying to stop for years. You didn't deserve this, you definitely didn't but it just couldn't be stopped could it.

You stared at the TV blankly before turning it off and rubbing your hands over your face an letting out a sigh.

"You're just good for nothing."

Good for nothing. How many times have you heard that?

"You can't even sit and keep your mouth shut like you're supposed to do."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to force the memories out. They were lies. Everything he said was lies they had to be lies, right? You tried to tell yourself they were lies but a small part of you still believed it was true. You slowly stood from your seat on the couch and made your way into the kitchen of your small apartment. You had to do something to get your mind off of things. You pulled out a pot and sat it on the counter before glancing over at your phone. You didn't even remember leaving it in the kitchen. You picked it up and paused, looking at the five text notifications all from The Joker.

"Shit." You hissed. You didn't even bother reading them, you knew he was already on his way over because you didn't respond to his messages right away. Quickly leaving the kitchen, you went to your front door to see if he was close or not but when you opened it, he was already standing in front of you. A small grin grew on your face as you looked at him, "Heyyy J."

"You must've been very busy, doll. I texted you." The Joker glanced at you before stepping into your apartment. You let out a sigh and closed your door.

"I know, I know, I left my phone in the kitchen and I just saw the texts," You made your way back into the kitchen, "And I didn't really expect a text from you since you've been busy lately plus I've just been, out of it recently." You mumbled the last part while grabbing the pot you pulled out.

"Out of it, huh? Ya know you, uh, ya say that a lot but you never tell me exactly what's wrong." Taking off his coat, he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge before looking over at you, his dark eyes watching you carefully. "You do seem very out of it. You gonna tell me what's wrong now?"

You opened your mouth to respond but closed it, looking down. You shook your head and picked up the pot, moving over to the sink, filling it with water. "I'm fine. It's nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing, really just a little stressed about work," You pulled out a few seasonings and put the pot on the stove.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah."

"Well I don't believe you," The Joker pulled out a beer from the fridge and closed it, "What are you even cooking?"

You paused and furrowed your eyebrows together. What were you cooking, you didn't have food out. You were just moving. You let a frustrated noise. "I dunno, mac 'n cheese? Something." You moved to another cabinet.

"_."

You stopped moving and glanced over at The Joker as he moved closer.

"Now, I was being nice before when you got like this and I didn't pry-ah. But I think I'm done being nice. Tell me what's wrong."

"It's not a big deal, really." You turned your head away then closed your eyes once he grabbed your face. His grip wasn't too tight, but tight enough to know that he wasn't in the mood for beating around the bush.

"It's not big deal. I get that. So you shouldn't have a problem telling me what's wrong." The Joker slowly turned your head back to look you in the eye. He wasn't going to let you go until he got a response.

"It's just-" You took a breath. "Just some stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Childhood stuff."

"Oh, I see. Childhood. That's never a good sign."

You tried to look away but he tightened his grip just a bit and squinted his eyes. "Ya know, doll. You can tell me anything. I'm not a very judgemental person."

"I know. I don't want you to worry about me."

"I do that already. It's no fun to come and play if my pet is mopey all the time."

His teasing brought a small smile to your face and you let out a small laugh when he moved he gloved hands to your lips to widen the smile. You hugged him tightly and he wrapped his arms around you and let out a small sound.

He was definitely going to find out more about this childhood problem you were having and take care of it himself.

"J?"

"Hm?"

"You aren't going to pry, are you? I don't want anyone ending up dead." You glanced up at him as he raised an eyebrow.

"I, uh, I get the feeling you don't trust me."

"I do trust you."

"Then don't worry about it."

Let's just hope you don't watch the news any time soon.