A/N: 17,000 views, 712 votes and 91 comments!? You guys must be as crazy as I am. Tysm.

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I keep seeing him. Every single night and I can't shake off the feeling that he sees me. So here I am, deep into my wonderland of sleep, staring at the stranger who sits across from me. With striking blue eyes, shiny, green hair, seemingly endless silver smile, and a toned and lean body, he's the farthest thing from perfection. But for some reason, I'm pulled towards him. We've never talked in my dreams, I just look at him and pray that he'll speak to me. He never does though, so before I went to bed, I told myself I would talk first.

"Excuse me, sir?" I walk towards him and he turns slowly.

"You. Why do I keep seeing you?" He growls and I stop, a little fearful of him.

"I don't know. I'm Y/N. Where are we?" I ask him and gulp when I start looking over his tattoo covered upper half.

"I'm not entirely sure, but I think you're a part of my dream. My name is Joker," he explains and walks around me, making me feel a little uncomfortable just wearing short pj shorts and a tank top.

"I-I'm real, I promise," I stutter out and feel his hand run down my back.

"I'm sure you are, doll. But I could do anything to you right now and unless you're some lucid dreamer that can bring up Batsy, nothing would happen to me". I shudder and turn towards him.

"You could do anything, if you wanted," I whisper. Besides, it was only a dream. He smiles and pulls down one of my tank top straps slowly.

"Hah. You're a virgin, aren't you?" He towers over me and I nod my head. "Sweet, innocent... Untouched," he groans and seems to go off to some place in his mind. After a few seconds of deep thought, he slips my strap back up my shoulder and walks past me. "I'm sorry. I can't". I breathe out a sigh and he rushes back up to me. "Don't do that. Every time I see you I want to fuck you," he snarls and his eyes travel down my body. "But this is just a dream. I would lose you the second I woke up," his face drops as he thinks.

"You wouldn't lose me". His stare meets mine and he gives me a half smile.

"You sound exactly like- never mind". I walk a little and he keeps stride next to me.

"Who? You can tell me and it won't make a difference, I mean you do think I'm part of your dream after all," I reason and try to hold eye contact with him as we roam around the darkness.

"I was in love once. Her name was Harley Quinn. I lost her and everything fell apart for me. When I first started seeing you, I thought that maybe you were sent here for me. Pretty bullshit, huh?"

"Maybe I was sent here for you. Maybe you were sent here for me". He gives me a weird look and walks backwards in front of me.

"Whaddya mean, doll face?"

"It's Y/N," I try to correct him.

"Isn't that what I said, doll face?" I roll my eyes at him and decide to answer his question.

"For a while I was really sad. I didn't open up to any one because I thought that they would just hurt me again. I didn't realize how it was really hurting me. When I saw you, I was overjoyed; now I finally have someone who won't fuck with me. I have someone to look forward to," I feel my eyes begin to water. "But I started feeling even more sad. Because every night I would fall through the hole in this dream and come back to reality".

"I'm sorry to hear that," Joker says and puts a hand on my shoulder awkwardly. "Just talk to me. I won't hurt you".

"Thank-" I gasp when I feel the earth beginning to crumble beneath us. "I don't want to go. Not now". He holds my hand against his chest to feel his heartbeat and yells as I fall.

"I'll see you soon enough, pumpkin. Think of me!"

I jolt awake and run to grab a green colored pencil and paper. I have to be able to dream about him again. I often am able to dream about a subject if I stress about it enough.

---the next night---

Relieved to be back asleep, I walk through the darkness when I see a street light and a man under it.

"You did it," he grins and welcomes me into a hug. "You're here".

I smile and grip his purple coat tightly, "I told you that you wouldn't lose me". He holds me back as though he doesn't believe I'm here again.

"Once I interact with a dream I don't see it again," he explains.

"What happens if I'm not able to dream about you again?" I question and begin to feel nervous, terrified I may never see Joker again.

He stands in thought and claps his hands excitedly in front of my face, making me jump. "You're a smart little girl. We have to find each other in the real world. That is, trusting and believing the other person is real. I should be fairly easy, I like the night scene. Come to Gotham and I'll find you wherever you are. Your face is unforgettable". I laugh and watch with admiration as he paces back and forth. "When I know you're real... We can do whatever you want. I'll steal you anything you want. The whole fucking world is yours when I find you!" He cackles out and I join in. I love this man. The ground shakes and I look into his eyes, I can't leave him, not now... Please don't let me fall through. He seems relaxed and touches my hand before I fall. "Come to Gotham, Y/N. Town square. I'll be waiting for you".

"I promise you, Joker. I'll see you there, I love you!" I cry out, strangely feeling sad.

When I wake up, I grab my keys and some money, not caring that I'm in my minimal sleep clothes. "First train to Gotham," I request of the woman at the train's ticket booth. They hand me a ticket and I hand them over a twenty dollar bill.

"Enjoy your uhh... Fun time," the lady sarcastically says and scowls at my clothing choice. I'm too excited to care and get on the train.

"I'm coming for you, J".

---seven hours later---

"Ma'am, you've arrived in Gotham," an old man says and exits the train himself before me. I get off and run to the town square. People walk by and give me weird looks, rightfully so, it was still the early hours of the morning.

The minutes seem endless and Joker is nowhere to be seen, even after thirty minutes. He wasn't real. I stand with heavy shoulders and begin to walk away.

"Hey, you!" And there he is, A shirtless Joker standing before me. We look at each other in disbelief and he slowly comes towards me. "Why are you crying? It's okay, I'm here," he comes up to me and somewhat unsure, wraps one arm around my shoulders.

"Let's do this thing," he laughs and sweeps me off my feet as I giggle.