This was nice. This wasn't something Joker hasn't thought of before, there were definitely times it'd flash in his mind but he'd always push the idea away. Thinking 'Why see if someone can do my makeup for me when I can do it fine myself.' then ignoring the lingering thought for the rest of the day, but here he was now, sitting down in front of you trying not to fidget as the brush kissed his cheeks.

Whenever the brush would paint over the right spot Joker would let out an appreciative mumble or sit up a little straighter, when it'd get to close to his eyes he'd slightly shift his head into a certain direction to correct it, despite that though, he found a certain joy in what you were doing for him and would rather silently endure the slight slip ups then possibly turn you away from wanting to do his makeup again. It felt.. Relaxing, thats the best way he could put it.

"Am I allowed to see it yet..?"

The words came out so quiet in an attempt to not throw off your concentration Joker wasn't even sure if he was heard, his fingers idly messing around with his gloves. His eyes that were suppose to be focused on the ceiling occasionally flickering down to look at your features like he'd be able to see himself in the reflection of your eyes before darting away again.