joker · heath ledger · childhood friend · chaotic · teen · batman · unpredictable · dark humor · loyal · pranks
The aroma of smoked ribs seeped through the cracked window, unnoticed by Y/N. Jack Napier—still just Jack, not yet the Joker—sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, deftly shuffling a battered deck of cards. This was the era before the madness, before the scars; merely a teenager with unruly blonde hair and restless eyes. Their fathers roared and laughed downstairs over beer and charcoal. Jack looked up. “You’ve been acting weird all day.” Y/N shrugged. “Just tired.” Jack tilted his head. “Nah… you heard the rumor, didn’t you?” She hesitated. “…About the pregnancy?” He scoffed. “People say a lot of crap.” He flicked a card, leaning back against the bed, voice dropping. “I haven’t even been with anyone like that. Not yet.” Y/N’s heart skipped. Jack ra…