This was a request from Ao3! I wasn't very specific in the oneshot, but the person requested for the reader to have nonterminal cancer

I hope this is what you wanted!

Joker Used: Heath Ledger's Joker

You knew that sitting in front of the mirror like you were doing wasn't good, but you couldn't help it. There were moments that seemed so important to you, and this was one of them.

The last time your family saw you, you had hair. Even though they know what you're going through, you were just about tired of all the sympathetic looks and other stares. Still, out of all the wigs you had, none of them looked right on you. You couldn't tell if it was just your mind making you think that or if it was genuine.

You let out a sigh and tossed the wig in your hand with the others.

"You look a little, uh, stressed."

You glanced back at The Joker who was now standing in the doorway of your bedroom.

"Me? Stressed? Never." You flopped back on your bed and watched as he took off his coat.

"Don't you have a party to be getting ready for, doll?"

"Yes, but I can't find a wig I want to wear."

"Wig? For what?"

"Because," you shrugged.

"You don't need a wig. You look perfectly fine." The Joker clicked his tongue.

"Mhm."

"Well-ah, if you really want to wear one," he reached out and grabbed a wig before dropping it on your head, "I like redheads."

You rolled your eyes but smiled a bit, sitting up to adjust the wig. "You don't think it'll clash with the outfit?"

"Uh, no."

"I dunno. I feel like it does."

"Alright, how about the blonde one?"

"Too long."

"Orange."

"Too bright."

"Green."

"Very funny." You side-eyed him as he put your green wig on his head.

"How do I look?" He flipped the hair behind his shoulder.

"Gorgeous." You deadpanned.

"The pink one is nice."

"…I don't really like that one."

"Y/N. You don't have to wear a wig, ya know."

"I do!"

"Why-ah?" This time he was a bit more stern in asking.

"Because-"

"Because what?"

"They haven't seen me like this! With no hair! I don't want to go to the party so they can see I lost all my hair! I don't want to be the main topic of everyone's conversation. 'Oh, did you see Y/N? I remember all the hair they used to have, I can't imagine how that feels.' All the hushed whispers and sympathetic looks-" you took a breath once you realized you were rambling. "I don't feel like it." You mumbled.

It was quiet for a bit, but you felt The Joker move closer to you. "Well, what's the point in trying to do all that? It's not like they don't know. You don't need a wig."

"But-"

"No buts."

"I can't-"

The Joker got up and grabbed all your wigs; including the one on his head and threw them in the trash bin near your door. He pulled out a small flask and poured the alcohol in the bin as well.

"…J?" You stood up once he pulled out his lighter, "Joker."

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as his tongue swiped across the inside of his scarred cheek, "what?"

"You better not."

"Apparently you, uh, don't like any of them, so what's the big deal-ah?"

"It's not that, it's just…" You looked down, not really knowing how to explain how you feel.

"You don't like the wigs on you." The Joker finished for you. "I think you're too focused on what everyone will think when they see you. What's the point in being so sensitive about everyone judging you when you're mine. I mean which one will they think is worse? A wig, or me?"

"…I guess you're right."

"I know I'm right, doll. Now come here."

You made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around him, closing your eyes.

"You are worse, you know." You joked.

"Oh, am I?"

Your eyes snapped open once you felt heat near your legs. The Joker dropped his lighter in the trashcan anyway.

"You asshole!"

"Guess you're going without a wig."

"You're lucky I already decided to do that."

"And just what exactly were you gonna do if you decided otherwise-ah?" He challenged.

"I dunno. Something." You grinned and gave him a peck on the lips.

The Joker hummed, "get ready before you end up staying here with me."

"Alright, bossy." Your hand went up to your head and you gave a small smile, "thanks, J."

"Yeah, yeah."

"You're still getting me new wigs."