#< they were becoming the joker over this a very weeks ago

[ranvwoop]

:]] cfw'd that DS. I can finally . pokemon . amongst other things.

[harlesluvsyou]

🃏─────BUNNY

in which, joker burns

with jealously, and reminds you

that you’re his ❞

ledger!joker x f!reader, NSFW (18+), jealousy, hate/make-up sex(if you squint), hair pulling, smut, gun play, knife play, blood play, breath play/choking, slapping, joker is joker, threats, VERY toxic situation ship! tho i write this, its never to glorify any of the especially cruel actions. keep this in mind and read at your own caution and leisure.

Your date with Danny- Dave? You weren’t sure- had gone just like the other four had, boring and leaving your heart aching for your clown prince of crime. You two, Joker and you, had gotten close after he stayed at your apartment for a month after robbing a nearby bank. He had threatened to kill you if you didn’t let him stay- it ended up though the only killing he was doing was between your legs. You both grew very fond of one another- and then one day, you woke up and he was gone- in his stead, a note telling you he’d be back soon. You had waited for what felt like forever, weeks and weeks passing you by with no sign of him. So, you did what any normal girl would do and moved on.

You walk through your apartment door, grumbling to yourself about how bad the food was at the restaurant you had been at not too long ago. You hear the sound of your TV, perhaps you had forgotten to turn it off? It’s when you hear a low hum that you snap your head towards the sound. You could recognize that voice from anywhere.

You stiffen when you see him there, sitting on your couch with his legs propped up on your coffee table. The TV on and illuminating your living room. His dark eyes flicker to your form, and in your daze you forget that you’re holding a bouquet of roses- and they most certainly aren’t from the man in front of you. “Uh, hi?” He drawls, looking as if he was expecting a much warmer welcome.

He looks like a dream, his head lulled to the side as he tongues the side of his mouth- his tongue flickering over his red colored lips. His hair combed back and his greasepaint just as messy as you remembered. His eyes are a dark ebony, trailing up and down your form and stopping momentarily at the flowers you have squeezed in your grip.

His purple coat and his green vest are draped across the back of your couch and are long forgotten by the time your eyes run over his body again. All he wears is his button up, the fabric tight around his shoulders and his biceps- his tie is loose, hanging limply around his neck. You watch as the muscles in his thigh flex underneath his pinstripe purple pants. His hands are still covered by his leather gloves and God, do you wish they were around your neck.

He looks so beautiful it makes your breath hitch in your throat.

You shudder as he sits up, his argyle patterned sock clad feet hitting your rug as he cracks his neck. He leans forward, his elbows resting on his thighs as he man spreads. You swallow thickly, watching as he fidgets with his hands and you have to work hard to pull your eyes away from the way his pants become tight around his groin.

You take a step back the second he shoots up from the couch, your shoulders pulled up to your ears as your whole body tenses. You try your best to discretely kick off your heels, inching towards the door as he begins his slow walk towards you. He’s fucking tall, taller than you remember as he approaches you like a hunter approaches their prey. Your muscles lock up, your mind telling you to run as his broad shoulders poke into your personal space. He’s too quiet, his lips twitching and his body a scary mixture of fluid and rigid.

You’re scared he will hurt you before you get the chance to explain yourself.

For a moment, you mistake the furrow in his brow and the look in his eyes as kindness- you don’t know how you make this mistake- maybe because you thought you knew him better than you do and because the light catches his eyes just right. Making them twinkle with a golden and pretty brown that’s so familiar and beautiful it swallows you whole. Your shoulders fall and you relax. You think for a moment he’s calmed down and you’re immediately given whiplash when he snatches you up by your hair. You gasp, your back colliding harshly with your apartment door. Pain explodes across your body, your lips pulling into a sneer as your eyes squeeze together. Your scalp burns, your hands dropping the bouquet and flying up to hold onto his forearm as he looks down at you.

“I, uh, leave you alone for not even,” he smacks his lips, “a month!” You don’t argue, though it’s been a bit over a month since you last saw him. “And now loo-k at you, doll…” A sidelong glance with some consideration and you realize he’s picking his words carefully. He wants to make sure his words split you in two, breaking your heart and really hitting you where it hurts. “Being a pretty little slutttttt for someone else, hm? If flowers was, hah, all it took to get you to spread your legs…I would’ve gotten you flowers ages ago, baby doll.”

His grip on your hair tightens and despite the even and amused tone of his voice you know him at least well enough to know to be afraid. He smells like cedar and gasoline and you cry out as he slams your head against the door again. You open your eyes, tears filling them as fear grips at your heart tightly. You’re barely on your tippy toes, your feet flexing as they ache for proper ground.

“N-No! It’s not like that, J! P-Please, please believe me.” You choke out as your chest heaves, terrified by the way rage swims and sparks in his irises. You’re horrified when you realize you’re actually enjoying this, excitement coiling in your gut, tangling around your terror until you can’t tell them apart. You hope he doesn’t realize, but you know he does when he quirks an eyebrow- his lips turning from a frown into a knowing smile. Your words don’t seem to soothe the flame ablaze in his eyes, it only seems to heighten it as he drops you to the floor.

You stay there like that, cradling your head as he steps over you. All of your muscles seize up as the door behind you locks with a click. A second one doesn’t sound, meaning he left the top lock undone. You raise a shaking head, your eyes wide and doe-like. He laughs, and you’re sure that that’s what the devil sounds like.

Why does it sound so compelling? So magnetizing?

His lipstick is slightly smudged, the red making his scars look angry and the little lightning in your entryway highlighting every crack and crease in his greasepaint. “You, uh, scared, babydoll?” He drawls, cocking his head mockingly. One of his hands runs through his hair as he looks down at you. He’s faster than you remember, and you’re dragged up to your feet before you can even utter a word.

The grip on your wrist is punishing and you cry out in pain as he squeezes you tighter. “You sho-uld be.” He clicks his tongue, your legs shaking and your knees threatening to give out underneath his heated glare. He pulls you into him, breathing in your scent and placing his hands on your hips. They feel like fire against your clothed skin.

You squirm and cry out when his fingers tighten- the pressure becomes so harsh that you think for a moment your bones will snap. You’re certain you will at least be bruised and in agony by tomorrow morning. “Tell me, because I am, oh. So. Curious..” He hisses, and you try to pull away from him again when he begins to back you into your apartment. Your hips flush and his body too close to you. “Did you think..that I, uh, wouldn’t come to visit my favorite little bun-ny? That, I, me, me, me, me! Your sweet beau- your villainous lover, wouldn’t see all the pretty gifts in your room and wait for you to come home so that I could, uh, discuss the fact you’ve been a little unfaithful whore?”

You say nothing, swallowing your words and biting back the fact he’s much less than a lover if he only returns to you and comes around when it benefits him. You know better than to speak out of line when he’s like this- valuing your life and all your teeth. If you talk back, you might end up with a broken bone or two.

His eyes are like black mercury, evil and unnatural- something dangerous navigating the depths as he takes a deep breath and sighs. Eventually, your knees hit the back of the couch and you fall into it- the plushness of the fabric feeling like heaven against your flushed skin. The moment of peace doesn’t last long as he grabs you by your hair, you kick and scream as he drags you up the couch. When he releases you, you’re on your back- your tear filled eyes blinking up at him owlishly as he stares down at you.

You do your best to ignore the way heat seems to trickle down into your panties from your lower abdomen.

His hands grab ahold of your bare thighs as he sits at your feet, tugging you down and pulling your thighs over his own. Your dress has ridden up all the way, exposing your lace purple underwear- the way he growls shows his approval and appreciation. He did always love when you wore his colors.

After what feels like a forever— in reality, it could’ve been a minute or two or ten, it would’ve made no difference to you—his lips attack yours. You kiss back instantaneously, and you blame it on muscle memory when your hands bury themselves into his hair- the locks soft against your fingertips. Kissing him is like second nature, it comes as easily to you as breathing and you shudder when he grinds himself against you.

You breathe in his scent, relishing in his touch and the way his gloved hands pull up your dress even further. He kneads your exposed flesh gently, and you remember why you had missed him so much. You gasp, throwing your head back and breaking the kiss when his hand suddenly strikes you. Stinging pain blossoms across your skin, and you watch with low eyes as he sticks one of his hands at a time in his mouth. He catches his gloves between sharp teeth, dragging them off of his hands and throwing them to the side.

“I-I fucking hate you.” You sneer, trying more so to convince yourself than him. He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to the side as he huffs a laugh through his nose. He knows you better than anyone, knows that you need him more than the air you breathe or the food you eat. He knows that you’re shaking underneath him not just because of fear.

He nods. “Uh huh. Care to, uh, put your money where your mouth is, sweetness?” You don’t get the chance to reply as you have to bite back a moan when his hands touch you again, his warmth so familiar and so sweet that it leaves you needy and wordless- all your sass disappearing. His hands carelessly pull down the top of your dress, your breasts bouncing out as he growls and leans down. He rolls one of your nipples harshly between his thumb and forefinger, his lips and teeth working on the other until your back is arching and your skin is being painted with red, white and black.

He pulls back and gives you a toothy grin as he yanks your sensitive bud hard. His hands trail down your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your underwear. He snaps it against your skin. “It’s a real shame, I really like this color on you.” His tongue flicks out to lick the corner of his mouth as he suddenly wraps all of his fingers around the side of your panties.

You try to tell him to wait, but by the time you even choke the word out- your lace underwear is in his hand, leaving red marks on your skin where the fabric rubbed against your tender flesh while he ripped it off of you. You don’t stay mad about it for long when he begins to unbutton his shirt slowly, watching with barely concealed amusement when your eyes stay trained on each section of tattooed and scarred skin that comes into view.

He throws his shirt to the side before taking off his tie and draping it over your own neck. The gentle fabric feels like a noose even if it’s loose for now. It kisses your collarbones and lays flat between your falling and rising chest. You ogle him, his abs poking out beneath marred skin as he chuckles at your obvious attraction.

“What? You, uh, like what you see, hm, bunny?” He coos, and in your humiliation you don’t even realize what you’re doing until the back of your hand strikes his face. Your wrist is in his grip immediately, his eyes darkening as his own hand cracks against your cheek.

Your head snaps to the side, your head swimming for a moment as the stinging tingles and moves across the surface of your skin. “Tha-t wasn’t very nice, I’ve been, uh, very patient with you. Don’t mistake it for….kindness, doll.” He laughs before groaning at the dazed look in your eyes.

Fuck, he hit you hard.

“If I let you go, will you, uh, be-have?” He utters quietly, and he smiles as you nod rapidly. He drops your hands before diving back down to kiss you. His bare chest brushes against yours as his lips devour you, teeth nibbling and drawing blood from your delicate mouth as he works his hands through your hair. He pulls harshly, snapping your head back as his greasepaint begins to rub off on your neck. He kisses your throat sloppily, taking extra care at your artery. He nibbles the skin, shuddering as he feels your pulse accelerate.

Jesus, you feel like you’re going to pass out.

Your legs spread when he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a knife that has his initial carved into the handle. He flicks it open and brings it to the curve of your tits, you curse when it brushes you. It barely touches your flesh- but it splits anyways. Immediately, your skin begins to weep red- how sharp is that knife?

“What happened to all that, uh, moxie?”

His tongue laps up your blood, making the small incision in your skin sting even more. The pain and pleasure of everything mix together, your head swims as he finally- finally, unzips his pants. The sound rings in your head as he pushes your head down by your hair so you can watch the show.

He makes you stare as he pulls himself out of his boxers- surprisingly perfectly shaved— and lines up with your entrance. You shudder, and you glance up through your lashes. You beg him with your eyes, your whole body alight with nervousness and fear as you shake. You want to plead with him, ask him to be gentle- but you know it would all be for not. He laughs at your pathetic display, smirking down at you.

He pushes in slowly, and you grit your teeth as he fills you- every inch and vein and perfect curve of his cock brushing against your walls. The stretch is agonizing, forcing your delicate skin to accommodate his girth. He’s big and it hurts- your wetness doing nothing to ease the discomfort as he groans. You clamp around him like a vice. “You missed me, didn’t you, doll?” He chuckles out, sweat glistening on his forehead as his eyebrows furrow.

He leans over you, resting on his forearms and entangling one of his hands in your hair as his back curves. He pulls out slowly before pushing back in, and you gasp as the fire within him begins to root itself inside of you. The desire you feel runs rampant, consuming your every thought as his hips rock into you. Your couch squeaks uselessly as he pistions his hips so hard that you know you’ll be bruised. He sets an even tempo, fast and hard and ruining as he takes your heated skin between teeth.

“Oh- fuck- God!~” You cry, your muscle tightening as your pleasure spikes. Your jaw drops, your eyes screwing shut as oxygen you desperately needed left you in a wanton gasp at a particularly harsh thrust.

When you open your eyes he’s frowning down at you, his eyes dark and his eyebrows furrowed. “I have no clue what you’re, uh, calling to God for.” He chuckles, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “He can’t hear you when you’re being corrupted by dirty criminal filth like me.” He growls, nibbling on your tender skin and laughing at you when you whine louder than before. “Oh, ho, ho! Little miss innocent isn’t so innocent after all, hm? Does that make you ho-t and botherrrred? Knowing that you’re letting a mass murderer use your pretty little cunt to get off?” He chuckles out, not even half as breathless as you as he forms his sentences easily.

He leans back, pulling your calves over his shoulders as he fucks into you. Your head is thrown back, your hands buried into the fabric of your couch as one of his hands run down your stomach. You groan when his hands brush against your breasts- and then hiss when he purposefully pushes into the cut he had made earlier. You go to cuss at him but find your voice lost and your heart immediately forgiving him as his thumb brushes against your clit. Need sparks in your chest, heat flooding between your legs as you shake helplessly. Your pleasure is all you can focus on, your body writhing beneath him. He works your body perfectly, moving his thumb expertly against your heat and making you dizzy with pleasure.

You squirm, every single one of your nerves screaming as he pulls out. He tucks his knife between his teeth and roughly rolls you onto your stomach. One of his hands press your head into a pillow, your arms wrapping around the plush fabric to ground yourself as he enters you again with one smooth motion. He takes his knife out from his mouth and tucks it back into his pants as he fucks you. You can feel the electricity underneath your skin crackle when his hands come into contact with your skin. He kneads your flesh gently, and the sound of slapping skin and breathless moans fill the air.

He rolls his hips, his tip kissing your cervix and leaving you screaming into the pillow. “Shut up.” He growls suddenly, all form of patience leaving his body as he finds the tie around your neck. “You’re, hah, enjoying this a bi-t too much. Look at the timeee!” He drawls, tsking and shaking his head from behind you. “So late and you’re so louuuud..wouldn’t want to wa-ke, uh, your neighbors, would we?” He yanks it back, tightening the tie around your throat and cutting off your air supply. He laughs loudly as you gag and choke at the sudden loss of oxygen, your neck snapping back as he forces your back to arch into the couch.

You feel delirious, pleasure crashing over you in waves as your core pulls taut. You choke out a whimper, your orgasm quickly approaching when he shifts his hips and buries himself into you at an angle. Pleasure makes your brain go blank- and he must realize it when he laughs. “Oh? Found your swe-et spot, did we?”

He drives into you over and over again, fucking that spot raw until you think you’ll burst if you don’t cum. Your thighs shake, your muscles spasming as you choke out cries and pleads. Your walls flutter around him, the lack of air rendering you so dizzy that black spots pop up in your vision. The pleasure overwhelming as your head clears for a moment, and then is dragged under the depths once again.

You drown in your desire as his hand cracks against your ass. The pain dances with your euphoria so beautifully that it all feels the same to you. “That little boy toy of yours can’t fuck you like I do, hm? Can’t make you, uh, beg for more or for pain? Can’t fuck you senseless- can’t make you a shaking, crying, fucked out mess beneath him?” He asks, and is delighted when you shake your head- murmuring in agreement as you shudder. Suddenly he slows down, his eyes rolling over to the boy who stands wide eyed in your entryway. “Hear that, loverboy?”

In your pleasure, you hadn’t heard the creak of the door or the voice calling for you- telling you that you had forgotten your phone. You hadn’t heard when Daniel- Derrick…maybe, said the door was locked and he had let himself in using the key under the mat because he heard you scream and was oh so very worried- especially when he saw the roses on the floor. You hadn’t heard any of that or the slap as a box of chocolates fell from his hands in his shock. “C’mon baby. Show the eager crowd what you’ve, ah, got! You are tonight’s en-ter-tainment after all..”

You look to the brunette man, your whole body shivering and your face ruined by mascara running down your cheeks. Your eyes go wide in terror, and you want to shot yourself when you realize you don’t feel any guilt or shame. You mean, it was only the fifth date? He didn’t even know your middle name to be fair- and for the life of you, you couldnt even remember his.

You cry, your eyebrows furrowing as Joker reaches underneath you and between your legs. His eyes don’t leave the heartbroken boy at all as he begins to fuck you as harshly as he had been before. Your body arches into him, you lean deliberately into his touch- craving what only he can give. “What? Something’s eatin ya? You, uh, wishin’ you could be me- fucking dollface here? Or are you wishin’ you could be her? I’d get it, I’m, hah, a very good fuck after all.” He huffs, laughing and twisting your clit between his hands and forcing you towards an orgasm that will crush you. “Can you, uh, tell by the look on her face? Isn’t she so pretty when she’s fucked stupid?” He yanks the tie back, revealing your, as he called it, “fucked-stupid” face. Your mouth goes between hanging open and your teeth clamping together tightly as you fight for air. Your eyebrows drawn together and your eyes alternating between being squeezed shut and half lidded as he pounds into your dripping cunt.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity he rolls his hips forward and presses on your clit. He’s all around you, his scent and his voice and his touch. The humiliation, the desire, the hatred and love. It eats up all rationality and shame you have and your whole body locks up- the coil in your stomach snapping and going haywire- brushing against every vein and nerve ending and setting you on fire. Your eyes roll back, your mouth falling open in a breathless gasp as he finally lets go of the tie and allows you to breathe. Shivers rack your whole body, and you’re certain if it weren’t for his hand on your back- pressing you down- you would’ve jumped off the couch like a woman possessed.

Your orgasm rips through your body, ripples of vicious animalistic desire filling your chest and making you whine. He never stops thrusting, never stops laughing and mocking you and the man who had walked in on your little “play date,” as he would call it. He groans when you call his name, sweat coating his body as his muscles flex from the effort it takes to not seriously hurt you. He really, reaaaaally fucking wants to. Joker knows he could kill you right now, you’re so vulnerable and it would be so easy to snap your little neck. You’d die while having one of the most earth shattering orgasms you’d ever have.

But the second of satisfaction he would gain from feeling your bones give way to him? Well, it would never compare to how tight your pussy clamps onto him. How pretty you sound when you beg and whimper and cry. How delicious it is when your tongue caresses his name as if it’s the only thing besides his dick you’ll ever want in your perfect mouth. God, he thinks, you’re such a good lay.

He fucks you through it, and you ride wave after wave of pleasure until you can’t figure out if it’ll ever end. It all comes together perfectly, your bliss following one long nerve throughout your whole body. You cry out, shockwaves of need flooding you and making you forget when your orgasm even began. It felt like it had been going on forever, the friction between your legs never ending as somewhere underneath all of your dopamine and oxytocin, his voice reaches you. His pelvis slams into your ass, his hand tangling in your hair and yanking it so hard you think it’ll come out of the root as he coos. “Good girl,” he drawls, “that’s it, keep it coming.” He laughs, watching as your back arches to a degree that looks painful.

Shuffling sounds and his voice drops as he speaks to Dillion…you think, who is now trying to leave. “You stay,” he pants, “right fucking there. Watch as I fuck what you thought was yours- but act-ually is and will always be mine. Isn’t that right, baby?” He coos, laughing when you confirm with a breathless and whiny yes, sir.

The boy’s—his name you finally recall as David— eyebrows furrow. “Fuck you!” He yells, his fists bunched at his sides as he spits the word as if it’ll shoot Joker down from his place on top of you. As if it’ll slow his thrusts and make your eyes roll back into place.

Joker snorts, his hands moving to massage your ass as he leans back and fucks into you slower than before. “Thanks for the offer, toots. Butttttt,” he glances at the a qqq man, his eyes running up and down his body, “you’re not my type.”

You whimper and whine and with every slow thrust he breathes life back into you, winding you up like a toy and pushing you once again towards another orgasm. David turns to leave again, and this time Joker reaches behind him and grabs his gun- you hadn’t even known he had it on him. “Ah, ta, ta. I thought I told you to stay put. Either you listen or,” he points the gun at your head and you freeze up, horrified by the way your excitement doubles inside of you. A click sounds, the safety off and your pussy sopping wet at the risk of it all.

You would really need to look into therapy after this.

“Actually? You. Know. What!” He smacks his lips, laughing as he presses the gun harder against your skull. “Leave and I’ll just, uh, find you. Get my goons to kidnap you and then we can have our own little play date. Would you like that, David?“ He utters his name like he’s known it his whole life, his eyes darkening as you squeeze around him. “Would you like to have some, uh, real fun? I do have to say though, I highly dou-bt that I, uh, will be as sweet as I am with my little bunny here..I have a soft spot for her and this pretty pink pussy of hers. I might end up tossing you around a bit.” His eyes fall back onto you as your pussy spasms around him at his threatening words, wishing for a moment he was saying them to you and not him. He taps the barrel of the pistol against your head, and you whimper aloud. “She seems to like that idea too. Yeah, baby? Want me to, uh, fuck him u-p for wanting to get into your pretty purple panties?”

You don’t mean to moan as loudly as you do, and you groan as he pulls you by your hair- bringing your back flush against his chest. “Say cheese.” He laughs, forcing you to look into the hazel eyes of your past date. At this new angle, somehow he’s fucking even deeper into you. You squirm and cry as he breaks down your resolve with every single thrust of his hips. Your boobs bounce along with every snap of his pelvis, and he grabs your arms and twists them painfully back and behind you. He yanks you to meet every piston of his hips, his shoulders rolling back as he grits his teeth- his tongue flickering across his lips as he furrows his brows.

Your bodies slant together perfectly, two puzzle pieces snapping together as your body presses deliciously into his. He nibbles on your neck, letting go of your arms to fondle your breasts with calloused hands. He keeps his eyes on David, smiling against your heated skin as the sound of your pleasure fills the space. Your nails find purchase in the fabric of his pants, your ears ringing with the sound of your own slick and skin slapping against skin.

Your pleasure builds, slowly but surely you’re toeing the edge of a cliff- ready to be thrown off. It’s only when his teeth bite deep into your shoulder that your eyes roll back. Finally, you come undone once again. It’s unexpected this time and hits you like a truck. You scream out his name, your pussy quivering as you shudder. Your pleasure burns red hot, making your stomach tighten to a degree that is damn near painful. He slips a hand up your chest, squeezing your neck as he murmurs praise in your ear. He tells you that you’re taking it so well, that you feel so good around him and his words? They go right between your legs, adding fuel to your never ending fire of want for him. You twitch against him, your hair sticking against your sweaty forehead as you shudder. The wet sound of your cunt is filthy, his cock buried so deep inside of you that you can’t think straight.

He whispers in your ear, your body reacting to every little word that slips into your head as he paints your body red with his lips. He leans back, pulling you with him until he’s on his back and you’re riding him reverse cowgirl. Your thighs shudder- barely able to move as exhaustion begins to hit you- but you pull yourself up anyways until just his thick tip is inside, he clicks his tongue and grabs your hips- he pulls you down harshly and forces a loud cry from your throat. “Sorry, toots. I’m not, uh, feeling very pat-ient today.”

You ride him like a dog in heat, chasing a third orgasm to hear that lovely praise fall from his lips. From the TV, a loud scream sounds and you jump for a moment before continuing the bouncing of your hips. Your nails dig into his thighs for leverage as you drag yourself up and drive your hips down the thickness of his cock- rendering yourself thoughtless as you babble out nonsense he can barely make out. He laughs at you, rubbing circles into your waist with calloused finger tips.

Still, David stands there. Rage and fear filling him as he watches your hips roll around the clown’s dick. When he finally can’t take it anymore and runs out, not believing in- or perhaps not caring about the Joker’s threat- the man underneath you laughs.

You try not to think about what will happen to David.

Another scream, louder than before, breaks your focus and you feel his muscles tighten underneath you. J laughs, shuffling a bit to get comfortable. “I bet that, I, ah, could make you scream louder than that. Shall we find out?”

You don’t get to respond, his hips pounding up into you to meet every sloppy motion of your fatigued body. “Mm, that’s it, baby doll. Roll those pretty hips for me. Lemme’ see just how much you missed me.” And you do, you roll your hips and let him fuck up into you so harshly you see stars. You scream as he fucks the sense right out of you. You’re certain you’ll be able to count and name every planet in the solar system by the time he’s done twisting the wires in your brain over each other. “Keep going, sweetheart. Make yourself cum all over my cock again. Do it, for me.”

Pleasure lights the furnace inside of you again, and you shake your head. Earlier, the pleasure hadn’t gotten to a point of it being overstimulating and painful- now? It had. You plead and beg, your words leaving you so fast they hardly make any sense. “No, no, no, no. J, mmm, no! I can’t- fuck, not again.” His hands reach up, grasping your hair and pulling you backwards until you fall flat against him- somehow, he stays tucked inside you the whole time.

He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Uh, yeah? You can and you will because I told you to.” He growls, fucking into you like it’s the only thing he can bring himself to care about. You cry out, whimpering as he slides into you perfectly- the fabric of his pants soft against your heated skin.

“Please, J! Please..”

He tsks, wrapping a hand around your neck and growling down at where you lay on his chest. “You want a change of pace that bad, hm? Fine then. I’ll give it to you sweet cheeks.” You whimper in confused relief- not quite understanding his words as he picks up the pace.

As your pleasure burns hot once more, your body stiffens with pleasure turned pain while your toes curl. It’s then he stops suddenly. All of your euphoria slipping through your fingers like sand. His muscles twitch with effort as he exercises the most self control he’s had to use in years.

That’s how you end up being edged for at least an hour, by the time he’s finally breathless and shuddering- trying as hard as possible not to cum just yet, you’re crying even harder than you were before. You’ve been babbling nonsense, your brain melting out of your ears as he presses into you. He peppers kisses against your neck, panting and groaning as he fucks you- the hand around your throat tightening with every sloppy thrust.

“Alright, dollface.” He pants, his head getting thrown back when your overworked pussy- throbbing around him- tightens at the sound of his voice alone. “Okay, pretty girl.” He rolls his eyes, finding it amusing how needy you are. Greed fills your chest, you need more. “It’s, uh, my turn to put on a show.”

He pushes you off of him, forcing you onto your hands and knees. There’s no resistance when he lines up and slides back into you with a wet squelching sound that makes your head spin in dirty desire. “It’s our,” he smacks his lips, laughing, “last performance of the eve-ning. Let’s go out with a bang.”

He grabs your hips in a vice, gritting his teeth and groaning as you whimper and whine with even the slightest tilt of his waist. He leans over you, whispering in your ear as your ass slaps against his pelvis. Every time he pulls out, your spongy walls suck him back in- needing it- needing him so fucking bad.

You whimper something, and he manages to make out the syllables that make up his name. Your used hole shudders, quivering while you squeeze your eyes shut as your screams reach new heights. He doesn’t care enough to tell you to be quieter. He wants everyone to hear you, hear the way you become a mindless slut just for him.

Finally, he builds you up again. Every swift movement adding one more stick to the fire- one more brick in the house of pleasure that was destined to fall and crush you underneath its ruins. Joker groans, his balls tightening as his thrusts lose all tempo and rhythm. He chases his high, one of his hands slipping between your lips and he starts to fuck your mouth with his fingers.

You hollow out your cheeks, whimpering and gagging as he makes you choke on his digits. “Bite me.” He hisses, and you freeze up at his request, thinking he maybe didn’t mean literally. When the feeling of cold steel meets your neck, fear washes over you. “Bite me, you fucking bitch.” He growls, and your teeth close harshly around his fingers.

His eyes roll back, his mouth falling open in a breathless wheeze as his strokes only seem to speed up. The knife nicks you, blood trickling down your neck and painting your body with red. “Harder, doll. Keep it up and you’ll be earning the next orgasm I fuck outta you.”

You do as he says, and the taste of iron fills your mouth as you break through his skin. The taste is addicting, and you feel like a pittbull that has had its first taste of blood. Once you have it, nothing will ever be enough until you have it again. Maybe it’s the endorphins flooding your system, or maybe you’re more like him than you thought- but you moan at the taste of his life draining from his hand. His blood dancing across your tongue.

You sink your teeth in deeper and his hips stutter, his shoulders rolling back as his mind goes blank. “Ohh fu-ck, baby.” He grits out, his jaw and neck flexing as he goes rigid. “Yeah- I’ve decided…‘m jus’ gonna keep ya. Gonna wrap you up in a bow and, uh, fuuuck- gonna keep you. You’re too good to let go. Gonna stick you in a room and throw away the key so, ah, nobody else can have this pussy. Yeah? You like that idea, sweetness? You like it? You like me?” He growls, and you hum in agreement around his fingers- drool dribbling down your chin as he shivers and fucks you so hard you hear the low scratching of the couch moving with each snap of his hips against you.

His words are filthy and you feel your whole body shaking as he rolls his hips, you’re so close you can hardly make a sentence without moaning and whining like some horny slut. “Oh baby doll…” He snarls, teeth bared as he shakes. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Gonna cum deep inside of this pussy of yours. I’m gonna knock you up good- make you stuck with me.”

And you snap at his words, your body alight with motion as you tremor violently. Your walls clench around his length and he too comes undone. He pulls you closer, emptying inside of you and shaking as his muscles constrict. He pants behind you, chest heaving as his pleasure ripples through his body. He lets out a shuddering breath, waiting to come down from his high.

A knock sounds at the door. “Hello, this is the GCPD, your neighbors heard some screaming and were concerned for your safety. Is everything alright?”

Joker groans, and you sigh in defeat- exhausted and absolutely tuckered out. Now, you have to deal not only with your psycho clown- but with a bunch of cops. This was going to go every way but swimmingly.

hiii! please excuse any misspellings i looked this over like 100 times lol!!! i really hope you enjoyed :3

[orionremastered]

Damian Wayne x Paramedic!Reader

Soulmate AU

Part One, Part Two, Part Three (finale)

The ache in your chest had been there for a week now, and it was becoming your new best friend. Coincidentally, the first and only time you talked to your soulmate was also a week ago.

You hadn’t expected it at first, and you even asked Harper to check if you were going to have a heart attack in the back of the ambulance during a meal break.

As you figured, nothing was wrong.

So after a long night shift, a shower and dinner for breakfast, you were almost, and by almost I mean seconds away from falling asleep.

A knock at the door snaps your eyes open and with a grumble, you get out of bed and get yourself into more appropriate clothing than sleepwear.

“I’m going to kill whoever's at the door,” you grumble, glaring through the peephole before you opened the door.

This was Gotham, and you weren’t stupid.

It wasn’t the Ridddler or the Joker, but rather your soulmate. Standing in a black jacket with the hood over his head, waiting patiently in the middle of the hallway.

Unlocking the door and pushing it open, you narrow your eyes at the tall and no doubt muscular figure.

“How the fuck do you know where I live?”

“Hello,” he greets, walking past you and into your apartment, gazing at it like he’s on a sightseeing tour. With a grumble, you close the door behind him and lock it again.

“What do you want?” The ache in your chest was gone but your heart craved even the slightest touch, begging you and pulling you towards him. Your other half.

“I want to talk,” Damian admits after a short pause, hanging his jacket on the hook by the door. “Something you apparently don’t want to do.”

“How are you feeling?”

“It’s been a week, habibi,” he points out, raising a dark eyebrow. “Don’t try and change the subject.”

“What does habibi mean?”

Your apartment goes silent before finally, Damian sighs. “I’m certain you’ll figure it out eventually. Now, we’re going to talk about this without you trying to change the subject-”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve made my stance on this very clear,” you state, lightly emphasizing each word in order for it to sink in. “I cannot have publicity if I want to be able to do my job.”

Being a paramedic was the biggest achievement of your life- a ‘fuck you’ to your parents, an amazing work partner, a fulfilling life- the pay didn’t matter much to you, and that’s what your parents hated.

“That’s fine. You don’t have to go to galas or anything similar.” His tone changes, “But you can’t just give up an entire relationship-”

“I don’t think you understand just how public of a figure you are,” you interrupt. “You could’ve been followed here by paparazzi- they follow you everywhere. I can’t be walking on eggshells whenever I want to go outside with you.”

“I wasn’t followed,” he says with a frown. “And… that is a valid point.” His jaw clenches, unclenches and finally he sighs his thoughts into the air. “What if we just try? This is all theory but in practice we might be able to pull it off.”

“That’s a lot of stress for someone that already has a high-stress job.”

Damian’s head snaps towards you, a grin slowly forming on his face. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

He explained it all. You kept thinking that was it but no, he kept going. The gist is; he was an assassin, then Robin, now Batman.

It created more problems than solutions but you were somewhat willing to hear him out. It was almost midday now and you were exhausted.

“And your plan is what, exactly?”

“You don’t date me, you date Batman. He’s a ‘public’ figure but he’s a different kind of public than a Wayne.”

You didn’t think it was a bad idea, much to your surprise. It could work, and perhaps not just as a temporary fix.

Your heart was screaming at you by now, kicking and shouting for you to just give in.

“That sounds doable.”

A smile, genuine and bright and rare, breaks out onto Damian’s face. He wraps his strong arms around you, pulls you close and is finally able to kiss you lightly on the forehead before resting his head on yours.

You were soaring in warmth and joy and you were finally here, where you needed to be. You could make this work. You will make this work.

And for the first time as you stand in your soulmate’s arms, you want to make this work.

~~~

Masterlist

[batsythoughts]

I know nobody probably wants this, but I had this spiral of thoughts while at work today and had to share. What if the Joker had a child that no one had known about?

Not like a teenager that had been under his care for years and mentally crazy like the Joker, but like a knee-high, wide eyed, 'have uppies?' toddler.

Like, imagine that Batman had busted a part of Joker's operations and was talking with the officers

He realized it was only a couple hours until sunrise and had to go and get some rest for a big meeting he had with his lawyers

The last thing he said was to round up every person in the building and put them all in a secure cell in the Asylum

Immediately after Batman leaves, one of the officers finds this small child in a room with multiple screens playing different escapades that the Joker had performed over the years

Poor kid was strapped to a chair and sobbing when the officer frantically undid the ropes and got the kid out of that room

Everyone was confused about what they should potentially do with this kid who looked like a miniature clown

Without many options, the kid gets sent to the Asylum with all the Joker's henchmen who are equally as confused about who the hell this kid was

The Warden is fucking livid because what the FUCK is a kid doing here, but it was the safest place to be while everyone tried to figure out if the child was stable to be around the nonvillainous population

Most of the detainees are confused, but none of them speak out of turn to them

In fact, the kid becomes the reason most of them behave to a degree

It is still a prison after all with rules and there were no exceptions even with a child

Some of the inmates would get into small altercations during meal times to keep the guards distracted while the cooks would sneak small bits of food to other inmates so they could give the kid a snack later in the day

Sure it could cost them their job, but what kind of person would let a child go hungry throughout the day?

Anyways, a couple weeks go by and most crime had gone down during the night. No attempted escapes or extravagant overtakings of any kind from almost any villain

Bruce and the boys are very confused by the sudden change, but silently welcome the relaxed pace that is happening

Alfred was taking the day to get groceries for the Manor with Jason being dragged along for some 'social interaction'

Mostly so Alfred had someone else to push the shopping cart and Tim and Damian refused to go to the store, but that's besides the point

Alfred was looking between two different brownie mixes when two women walk by

They talked about how the guards are bordering on taking their job too serious with the one inmate they had

Alfred began to tune them out as he began to put one of the mixes in the cart when he suddenly froze in place

"I mean, the kid's been through enough already. How many 4-year-olds do you know that have semipermanent white paint on their whole body with dyed purple hair?"

Alfred's hand remained suspended in air as the women slowly walked past them. His mind flashed back to a few years ago when he remembered Bruce telling him about Harley suddenly stopped coming to any scheme the Joker had for over half a year. And then she came back slightly more manic than she was previously for a few month after

Jason, who had been spaced out, glanced at Alfred and thought the older man was having a stroke. He had never seen the butler so still in all the time that they had known one another. Jason swears he can't even see him breath for a good 12 seconds

Alfred quickly puts the baking mix on the shelf, not even looking to make sure it was in the right spot. Jason felt his blood run cold at that sight alone as the bulter walked off and grabbed Jason's collar

The cart partially full of groceries was forgotten as Alfred went to the children's section and picked up a box with a toddler's car seat in it. Went to the register and paying before going to the car and expertly putting car seat in the middle backseat

Jason felt extremely confused as he watched the whole scene before he hesitantly decided to ask, "What do we need a carseat for? We don't have a kid that needs one."

Alfred broke down the empty box and put it in the trunk before going to open the passenger door for Jason. Walking over to the driver's side and calmly getting in. "Not yet."

Cue Jason terrified for his life as Alfred speeds through the streets because DEAR GOD THE SPEED LIMIT IS 55 NOT 82!

Jason pulls out his phone to record the whole thing before it was over because no one would believe this if he didn'thave proof. Barely registering that he had accidentally started a live stream on one of the Wayne Enterprise's accounts Tim had connected him to at some point

Alfred only slams on the breaks when he gets to the gates of Arkham Asylum. Glaring down the guard who tries to yell at him before coldly stating, "I'm here for the child."

The guard begins protesting that it's a restricted area, but Alfred stared him down with a glare that Jason had only seen a handful of times in his life when one of the boys had fucked up bad

The guard keeps telling them to turn around and Alfred reached under the dash and when the FUCK did he hide a GUN under there?!

"The child. Now." The guard opened the gate and Alfred pulled in before putting the gun away and shutting the car off

Jason considers staying in the car as Alfred gets out and begins marching to the door. But God, he didn't want to explain to Bruce that he didn't even fully know why Alfred conned his way into a high security prison

The two of them walk through the corridors to an unknown destination. Jason looking both confused and terrified while flipping the camera between him and Alfred until they make it to the cafeteria

All the inmates look over at the two of them as they walk in, Alfred looking over the crowd before spotting the spot of purple in the sea of orange jumpsuits

He walks with over to Poison Ivy who was carrying the little one around before holding out his hands. Ivy looks at him for a moment before giving a small nod in understanding and letting him take the child

"Take good care of them or I will come for you, old man." Ivy warns him before giving a small wave to the child. "Have a good time sweetie."

"Bye bye, Aunt Ivy." Alfred began to walk back to Jason. Glaring softly as the guards try to block his path

Half of them are on the ground in just a few seconds as most of the inmates start a fight with the guards. Each of them waving bye as Alfred walks back to Jason and to the car

By looks alone, Jason could tell exactly who's kid this was. Who wouldn't be able to when they looked just like a fucking child circus star

Jason stares in confusion as Alred gently puts the child in the car seat and buckles them in. Patting their head before telling Jason to get in the back

He's too scared to argue so he gets in behind the passenger seat as Alfred opens the door to get in but stops when the Warden comes marching over

Leaving the door open, Alfred calmly walks over the the man while getting yelled at that he can't just take a prisoner simply because he wants to

Jason flips the camera to show Alfred calmly taking in the yells of the Warden

The moment he tried to walk past the butler to get to the car, Alfred backhanded him so hard the Warden fell to the ground

Jason stared in shock as Alfred got in the car and began driving back towards the City

Jason looks at the child who stares back at him with the same intensity until they looked out the window and pointing. "Where going?"

"To get you some food and new clothes." Alfred speaks plainly as he got to a drive thru. Quickly ordering a kids meal and handing it back the moment it was ready.

Jason watched as the child began eating the moment the food was in their lap. Occasionally offering him a piece which he always denied so the kid ate the much needed nutrients

Alfred drove into the parking lot of a children's clothing store before getting out and carrying the child in with Jason following close behind

Alfred takes the kid through the aisles to pick out some clothes that they would want to wear

Jason chuckling at the sight of Alfred holding different shirts up to see if they would fit because they look so happy to get to pick out one with a derpy looking cat on it

After getting some outfits, they all walk to the checkout. Waiting in line for a moment before Alfred feels a small tug on his arm

Looking down, he sees the child pointing at something. Moving his gaze, he takes notice of a small stand with small Batman plushies on it

Jason holds back a laugh as he points the camera over the stand before looking at the child again. "You like Batman, huh?"

The both got an eager nod as curious eyes look back at Alfred, waiting for an answer. With a small smile, he grabbed one and put it on the counter to be paid for first. The moment it was scanned, it was handed down to the excited hands of its new owner

The kid gives an excited giggle as they held the toy over their head that the cashier couldn't help but smile as well

After everything was paid for, Alfred makes sure the child gets changed out of the prison uniform. He made a mental note to have Bruce investigate on why they even were given one in the first place

Getting back in the car, Alfred drives them back to the grocery store to restart the whole shopping trip with the intention for getting extra snacks for the family's new guest

With the child buckled into the child carrier in the cart, Jason began pushing the cart while following Alfred around the store once again

He tried holding the phone in his own hand, but gave up as little hands keep curiously grabbing at it to see the screen with wide eyes

He smiles as he watches the child make multiple different faces to the camera, a small fit of laughter sounding each time they look back up at Jason

He can help but wonder how such a calm and happy child (calm and happy compared to the teens Bruce took in) could be the offspring of the very man who made his life a living hell

They make it halfway through the store a confused voice called out to the men

Dick had just been grabbing a few snack items for himself to have for his weekend off

The last thing he expected to see was Jason hauling around a child while Alfred finished putting multiple different juice boxes from the shelf into the cart

He walked over with a bag of chips and frozen mini pizzas as he wore a confused frown while looking between the three of them

Jason wore a smirk as he leaned on the handle. Alfred gave him a small nod before he pulled out the shopping list to see what else was needed

The child look at him with a small head tilt. Blinking up at him before holding up the plush toy with a cheerful "Batsy!"

Dick has to bite his lip to hold back is laughter from the single action alone, because how ironic is it that this kid adores Batman specifically

Alfred begins to walk towards the pharmacy area, intending to get some hygiene supplies for the child

Dick begin following behind Jason as they follow behind. Dick leaning over to Jason and asking what the hell is going and why is there now a toddler

Before Jason can say anything, an excited fit of laughter sounds as a small hand points to something once again

It's the electronic area in the store, so maybe it's a movie that's caught the attention of the child

Jason and Dick look over and both of them stare in shock as they see a wall of TVs playing a live feed from a local news station. A group of news anchors smiling as they stare at a screen that was also playing onscreen

What makes the two of them most nervous is the half of the screen that was currently showing a smiling face with purple hair staring down at the camera once again

Jason frantically grabs his phone as he begins to try and figure out how to turn the video off as Dick frantically raises his voice because how did you not realize you were live filming and WHY IS THERE 3.2 BILLION PEOPLE WATCHING THIS!?

Jason finally turns the video off and the TV cuts the video almost immediately which causes half the reporters to boo

Let both let out a breath of relief as the feed cuts out, watching the screen to see how bad the damage was

To their surprise, the headline on screen read 'Happy Little Addition to Wayne Family?'

They both look confused as they hear one reporter talks about how the internet is enamored by this unexpected new appearance in the Wayne family. Grinning as they mention the people who watched the video decided to nickname the kid 'Giggles' because of how happy they were during the whole thing

Jason cursed under his breath as he realized he might have screwed up big time with Bruce because of the whole thing. He didn't get much time to think about it before Alfred came back and pulled the cart along with him

Dick shook his head with a stupid grin on his face as he looked at Jason "Bruce is going to have stroke when he finds out about this."

Which Bruce practically did. He was in a budgeted meeting for the new quarter for the company, so he didn't even have a clue about the whole livestream

He had just got out of the meeting when his assistant came up with a concerned expression. Hastily trying to tell him some news that he really needs to hear

Bruce rubs his temples as he calmly asks if he could get five minutes of quiet in his office before hearing any form of news

His assistant followed after him while trying to explain that it was really important that he sees this now

With a deep sigh, Bruce reluctantly took the tablet into his hand to stare at whatever statistic was on the screen

What he wasn't expecting to see was small clips of video with Alfred holding up different clothes and Jason sitting in the backseat as a kid offers him a french fry

The only reaction from Bruce was a deep sighas he handed the tablet back before saying he was leaving for the day

He was thankful that no paparazzi had come around to get any pictures as he was getting to his car

Damian and Tim had been in the living room when they had gotten back to the manor. Neither of them knowing about the livestream because why would they watch it if Bruce would just sum it up to the others later that night

Alfred came in with the sleeping child in his arms and walked over to the couch Tim was on. Placing them down on his lap before walking away to get the groceries put away

Both of the younger boys are confused as they watch this little clown lean further into Tim while holding a small toy in a death cuddle

After a few minutes, Dick and Jason both come walking in as Jason takes the remote from beside Damian and flips through the channels

Dick sits near Tim as he opens the bag of chips he got as he stares at the child with a confused expression

Everyone looks at Jason for a moment before Tim asks, "Where did you get the kid from?"

Jason settles on a small comedy movie as he gives a small shrug "Alfred picked the kid up from the Asylum. He pulled a gun he keeps under the dash on one of the guards."

Tim and Dick let out small noises of disbelief at the explanation while Damian wondered which gun Jason was meaning. Alfred had both a pistol and revolver in the car that he was aware of

The child slowly began to stir with a small whine as they opened their eyes. Glancing around to see the new environment they had found themselves in

Moving to their own spot on the couch while looking at the movie with confused and sleepy eyes

Damian stared down the child for a while before actually making eye contact

The both stared at one another for a moment before Damian finally spoke up "So the clown had an accident that he didn't want."

"Damian!" Dick begins to scold the boy as he sat up straight. His voice falling short when a little head rests on his chest as frantic cries fill the room

It's hard for them to understand the what was being said between the sobs, but Dick was able to get out was 'don't wanna go back'

Dick holds the child close while trying his hardest to make the crying stop

Everyone feels uncomfortable as the child holds the Batman toy tighter while hiccuping out something along the lines of 'no fight Batsy'

Dear lord, did they underestimate how traumatized this toddler was compared to the rest of them at such a young age

Tim picks up his phone to try and find a video or something that might try and calm down the whole situation

That's when he gets a notification about some video about someone named Giggles?

He clicks on it, thinking it would be able to a couple laughs

The moment it loads, he looks between Jason and the kid because why are they in a video on his phone right now

Apparently, people had made highlight reels of the live stream and were sharing them online. The one Tim had clicked on was designed like one of those joke style ones with the funny little background music

He was about to change it when he saw the kid lift their head up with a confused look as they stare at the phone in his hand

Tim quickly connects his phone to the TV so the video was now on screen

Tears were quickly gone as small laughs soon began to fill the living room

All the boys felt relieved as they watched along with the video. Laughing softly at a few parts that showed up in the video

All of them let out shocked noises when they all watched Alfred bitch slap the Warden like he was a fly

None of them noticed when the door opened when Bruce got home. He immediately went to the kitchen where Alfred was making a few sandwiches

Walking up to the counter, Bruce looked at Alfred while asking him why the internet is showing he basically broke a convict out of prison

Cutting the crust off the sandwiches, Alfred countered that without an actual crime being committed by the person, it wasn't breaking a convict out

Bruce was utterly unimpressed as he crossed his arms saying they had to go back to the asylum where they were placed by the police

Alfred puts the last sandwich on the plate before looking directly into Bruce's eyes

"Alright."

Bruce furrowed his brow in confusion. There was no way it was going to be that easy for Alfred to agree

"You have to break the news of taking the child back though."

There it was

Bruce held his gaze as he raised a brow. He could easily find a way to explain the whole situation and why it would be best-

The tugging on his suit jacket pulled Bruce out of his thoughts. Looking down, he saw a curious face looking back at him

"I have juice, please?"

Bruce had not expected someone who barely even reached his knee to be the child in question. He was thinking maybe it was a teenager who was on the younger looking side of the spectrum

He really needed to talk to his assistant about showing him more detailed photos next time

Bruce looked back at Alfred, who simply raised a brow in response

Cue the whole Batfam on or around the couch while watching a movie. Bruce sending messages to his assistant to remind him to schedule different doctors appointments with little Giggles cuddled up on his lap

No one knew the kids actual name so they were just going with it because it made the kid happy to be called that

Dick was on the end as he quickly took a selfie with Bruce patting Giggles' head as they showed him the stuffed Batman while drinking from a juice box. The others in various lounging positions close by while eating the sandwiches Alfred provided

He put it on his story with the caption 'Bruce is putting this kid in his will right now, I swear'

The peaceful atmosphere was broken when Alfred came walking in with Commissioner Gordon walking in with a deep frown

He looked at Bruce as he explained that Giggles had to go back to the asylum due to the safety of the city

All the boys stared at him with looks of disinterest as they silently dared him to try

Gordon let out a sigh as he explained that Giggles was placed in the care of the city after the bust had happened, so technically the Wayne's would potentially face kidnapping charges if they didn't give the kid to him

Alfred cleared his throat as he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Gordan

He looked it over for a moment before taking in a deep breath while rubbing his temple

He handed the paper back as he mumbles that he doesn't get paid enough. He begins walking away with a small wave goodbye as he quickly leaves the manor

Bruce looks at Alfred as he asks what the paper was. It gets handed to him as a confused look crosses Bruce's face because when the hell did he sign adoption papers

Alfred explains he had messaged Bruce's lawyer earlier hand had it drawn up that afternoon. The signature was easy to get because he had a stamp for emergency reasons

Dick can't help himself as he takes another picture for the scene and posts it on the Bruce's personal account with the caption 'He adopted the kid and didn't even know it'

Dick and Jason laugh to one another as they whisper to themselves about how Giggles is going to loose it when they find out who Batman really was

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

So I've been dealing with a really bad fever for the last few days, and apparently i had written something i have no recollection of writing so here it is:

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Tim had dug himself into a hole.

To anyone that knew him, that fact wouldn't be too surprising. Tim had always been a very capable individual, but every now and then he became too in love with how capable he was and he would trip over his own ego. Usually the boy could get out of the messes he created, the sudden humbling giving him a clear head, but this time, he didn't think he could climb his way out on his own. 

The first shovel of dirt of this metaphorical hole came over 4 years ago, lining up with the first shovel of dirt of a literal hole. 

Jason Todd had died. Robin had died. 

Batman was in shambles. 

And 13 year old Tim Drake thought that because of the knowledge he had, it was his responsibility to fix him. 

Batman needed a Robin, and despite what Nightwing had implied, Tim was nowhere near cool enough to be Robin. 

So what would make Batman get his own sidekick? If his enemies had one! Batman would be forced to find someone else to deal with the sidekick while he dealt with the actual Rouge. 

The Joker was obviously out. Beyond the fact that the Joker was horrible, Tim may be joining up with a villain but that didn’t mean he wanted Batman to hate him. 

That meant he needed to find someone Batman didn’t enact a lot of violence on. That got rid of the Scarecrow and the various crime bosses (Black Mask, the Penguin, etc.). Bruce had been close to Harvey Dent, but a 50% chance of death was a percentage that was just a little too high for Tim (oh how that would change). Most of the lower tier Rouges (Kite Man, Mad Hatter, etc.) had gone under after the got wind of Batman's fury, not to mention that Tim really didn't want to spend his days smelling like ketchup. Poison Ivy and Killer Croc were cool, but their skills weren't exactly ones Tim could replicate. 

That left Mr. Freeze, Catwoman, Harley Quinn, and the Riddler. 

The Mr. Freeze was more gentle with kids, their “villiainly” being based on the actions of adults, and the latter three were in it for their own interests rather than the purpose of killing or invoking fear, Catowman wanted shiny things, Harley wanted chaos and fun, and while the Riddler didn't share the same soft spot for kids, he respected intelligence. 

Tim chose Catwoman; the least lethal, and the closest with Batman. The skills she could teach him would also be more helpful in other situations.

It took about a week from the day he knocked on Selina Kyle's door to convince her to train him, but soon enough, a couple days before his 14th birthday and a few more calls to 911 about petty thieves left in the wake of Batman’s grief then Tim would have liked, “Stray” entered the scene. 

And his plan was working! 

The first time Batman had seen the second pair of cat ears he had paused mid ass-kicking of a carjacker and followed the duo, leaving the guy with more teeth then the others.

Slowly but surely, as time went on, the punishments the Batman inflicted started to fit the crime. By the time Tim was 15, he even thought he had seen a small upturn at the corner of Bruce’s mouth as he witnessed a bit of friendly banter between the two cats!

This was when the young villain had started to become a tad bit overconfident. In his defense, he had managed to keep his identity hidden from even Oracle! Lifts in his shoes, a voice modulator, make-up to disguise his facial features, along with a set of the same goggles Catwoman had kept and physical information from being revealed, and Tim Drake never interacted with Selina Kyle so there was no reason that anyone should have suspected him.

That overconfidence is what led him to replicate his plan. If one Rouge sidekick had benefits, then two Rouge sidekicks would mean double the benefits!

Solving riddles wasn’t too hard for the young boy, being able to see double meaning and red herrings was a skill taught to him by Janet Drake, and he took to the escape-room-esque plans for his heists quite easily. The thing he couldn’t figure out was creating riddles of his own. Mother had taught him that knowledge was power, you only reveal it if there was something to be gained, so purposely revealing information about his intention, helping his opponent was not something Tim was accustomed to, not bound to the compulsion to always tell the truth.

If the boy truly wanted to replicate the Riddler, then he would have to learn from the man himself.

Convincing the enigmatic man to teach Tim was easier than it had been with Catowman, the impressive display of bypassing the puzzles that hid the location of the game-playing criminal certainly helping.

Now, 15 years old with an unexplained skill boost in his AP Lang class (the lessons on wordplay were a definite help), The Riddler’s protege, ‘The Puzzler’ became the newest addition to the Gotham Rogues. He resented that name by the way. It was supposed to be Sibyl or Sphinx, they were on theme because they spoke in riddles and though he would deny it, the use of greek figures were his own little way of mocking Oracle, who still couldn’t figure out his identity. But apparently Poison Ivy and the Riddler had brunch once a month (something about being the green Rouges?) and she had heard the Riddler refer to him as “the little puzzle piece” when he was talking about his apprentice and the puzzle theme stuck despite how uncreative the name was.

This is when things became a bit hectic. Not only did Tim have to hide his nightlife from Batman and his parents, now he had to keep his two mentors from realizing that their mentees were the same person. 

He managed to convince Selina that the reason he was so busy lately was the AP classes that came with sophomore year, and while it wasn’t a lie, it certainly wasn’t the full story.

Nygma was easier to deceive. Tim had refrained from sharing his actual identity with the man (just because he would tell the truth in his puzzles for the sake of theme didn’t mean that he would be sharing personal information if it wasn’t needed. The only reason he hadn't hid it from Selina was to gain her trust, something that wasn’t needed with the Riddler) so just saying that he was busy was enough.

All the effort was worth it though. Things kept getting better.

Nightwing was seen in Gotham more often, and Spoiler (someone who Tim initially thought was trying to steal his thing by being a sidekick of the Cluemaster, only to realize she was working against him) had been seen fighting alongside the Batman one or twice. 

On an unrelated note, Stephiane Brown suddenly had her tuition for Gotham Academy paid for in full by the newly created Jason Todd Foundation.

Since things were going so well, he decided to push his luck a little further.

Unfortunately for Tim, he would soon realize the reason he was known for his bad luck in the future.

It started off like other times. Tim convinced Harley Quinn to take him under her wing, and “Ace” made their debut along with Tim’s 5 in AP Psych (Thank you Dr. Quinzel).

Steph and Tim happened to share a few classes together, and went from study buddies (Tim helping her in Chem, and Steph helping him in American History) to close friends.

Spoiler officially joined the Bats, and there were rumors of another bat joining the clan as well. Well there were no actual rumors, but the newest Wayne kid, Cassandra, had started joining him and Steph at their lunch table so her becoming a new bat wouldn’t be too surprising.

Soon enough though, things went to shit.

To start off, the first time Spoiler met Ace, she threw a brick at his head.

Second, His parents had caught him sneaking out and had grounded him, meaning that he now had to wait until they did their last check on his room at 12:00 to sneak out. 

The lack of sleep was starting to catch up to the highschooler. Handling 3 separate nightlife identities was hard enough, but doing so while exhausted was even harder.

After pulling an all nighter to study for a test the night before, he had gone to Selina’s apartment dressed as Ace, and had both costumes not been mostly black he would have been undoubtedly caught before he managed to fix his mistake.

Puzzler once spent a whole night sounding like Stray, and he didn’t think that his “sore throat” lie was all that believable.

Tim accidentally made a cat pun instead of a bat one when engaging in vaguely flirty banter with Spoiler as Ace and Harley had set him down to have the talk, stating that she would love him no matter who he liked and she would be happy to serve as a wingman for him and Catwoman’s protege. It would be funny if it wasn’t so embarrassing.

Third, Cassandra Wayne definitely knew something.

Tim’s “rumors” were right. 2 weeks after Cass had first joined their table Black Bat made herself known. By pinning Puzzler to the ground.

The next day Cass spent the entire lunch period staring at Tim. When he attempted to throw her off by invoking a mix of Stray and Ace’s mannerisms she stopped staring, instead choosing to freak Tim out more by smiling knowingly. At his wide eyes she mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key only throwing Tim off further. Cass was too smart to not have known, but there was no reason she wouldn’t tell if she did know, right?

Last, but not least, and the worst of all:

Jason Todd was alive.

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I have no clue where i was going with that last line, but i see a vision, so I'm hoping it will come back to me, but if not, any suggestions or constructive criticism (or a better puzzle themed name for tim) would be helpful

[katzynia]

I am very interested in smolJay, an unfortunately rare sight in fics - what's in "contractSlade+smolJay" ? Thank you :)

Ah, this is a monster of an idea :D Roughly a year ago I wrote a smol!Jay fic and during writing, it became much fluffier and sweeter than I had planned. Lots of my angstier thoughts/ideas for scenes were kind of leftover. Then, somewhere during spring, I saw a SladeRobin week prompt "Robin hires Slade" (or something, I'm paraphrasing) and that got me really thinking...

What if Jason survived Joker's treatment, and during his convalescence hired Slade to kill Joker when he realizes nobody else would do it (for him)?

Well, the idea ballooned from there. Now that's just the starting act, and the actual story happens in Gotham ~5 years later, when Slade comes to town looking for a possible shipment of Kryptonite rumored to be owned by Black Mask. He runs into Jason Todd and recognizes his one-time employer. Meanwhile, somebody is messing with Black Mask businesses... It's complicated as shit, with identity shenanigans and repurposing things from "Under the Red Hood", family feels, and all that jazz. Honestly, not sure if I can pull that off. At the moment, it's waiting for reinspiration and reconfidence, cause I also feel like all my stories are structured the same way and so I'll have to think about it.

I have ~6700 words written. Here's a snippet (don't mind the typos and the weirdness, it's a first draft)

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“That’s a gnarly scar, kid,” Slade says. And the funniest thing is that it’s nowhere near the most notable thing about him.

The scar on his left temple is fresh. It can’t be more than a week or so since the stitches were removed. The hair around it hasn’t had the chance to grow back yet, leaving him with a weird and uneven undercut. The scar snakes down, ragged and uneven, all the way to the corner of his eyebrow. His skin is pale and yellowish, the black backs under his eyes a stark contrast to it.

And to top it all off, he can’t be more than fifteen. Based just on his side, Slade would guess even younger, but his voice has certain depth that speaks of maturity. And his eyes. Those eyes have seen some shit. They are the eyes of a person who is not afraid because they’ve been through something so much worse.

Slade can already cross over one of the questions he had.

“He did that to you?” he asks, and without conscious contribution, his own voice becomes gruff too. He doesn’t need to specify who.

The kid huffs, but it doesn’t quite hide a quick flash of resurfacing fear in his eyes.

“I want him dead,” he says, “He shouldn’t be allowed to—after he—” He halts in the middle of the tirade. Slade isn’t sure if he’s trying to swallow the words or try to get them lined up properly. He presses his hands on the table, hard, and takes a breath. Faint pink spots appear on his cheeks. They are starkly visible against the paleness.

“And you want me to do it,” Slade says, after the silence stretches. “Deathstroke the Terminator,” the kid says, “Fair deals. Trustfull--dependable.” He smiles a little, crookedly. “Allows for anonymity.” “What about your other conditions?” Slade says. “I don’t work with restrictions.”

Kid huffs. “You’re the professional, figure it out. You don’t leave unnecessary casualties anyway, and avoiding detection shouldn’t be an issue for you.”

“Except he never leaves Gotham”.

“Except when he does.”

“Do you have a way to track him?”

“No.”

“Which means the most likely location is Gotham. “And if I need to choose? Between letting him go and fighting Batman?”

The boy’s hands clench. Something almost horrible shines in his eyes.

“Let him go,” he says, and it seems like the admission cost him something. He takes a breath and briefly closes his eyes. “I don’t care when or how. Just that he’s gone, permanently, irreversibly, and that nobody finds out. Take your time, for all I care, just end that wretched creature.”

”And if I say no?”

“Will you?”

“Humor me.” The client’s answer to that always reveals a lot. Every job is the most important in the world, until it isn’t and actually Slade is the lucky one for being considered for it, such a privilige it is.

The kid stares at him in silence for a long moment.

“I’d be fucked,” he says bluntly. Slade’s eyebrows shoot up.

“There isn’t anybody of your caliber willing to work in Gotham.” In the boy’s droll tone, it isn’t a compliment, just a fact. Slade had had many clients trying to suck up to him. And it’s the truth: Deathshot is in prison (probably in Walker’s greedy clutches already), Shiva would not agree to a kill like this, and the League of Shadows doesn’t do anonymous (ironically considering their name).

“But you knew that already,” the boy continues.

“No one to do it for you?” Slade asks.

Something moves over the kid’s face. A shadow of anger and sorrow then something like acceptance.

The boy shakes his head. “No,” he says and the expression morphs one more time, into something like determination. “I would need to consider if I’m capable of doing it.”

Slade looks over the injuries. The kid doesn’t seem to steady, swaying a bit even there.

The boy’s smile holds no humor. “I don’t mean physically.”

Some people can’t kill, it’s an indisputable fact Slade has seen true many a times. They can’t do it and still remain themselves. Some would lose some integral part of themselves and never get over it. Some wouldn’t be able to stop once they started, a switch just turning on in their minds.

Something about the boy makes Slade think that he could. He could kill and walk away from it after.

“Alright,” he says. “I will kill the Joker for you.”

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Thanks for asking!

WIP ask game here

[hardcore-lonewolf]

🤡PUNCHLINE🤡: YJ 2010!OG Six!Team + Fem!OC X FEM!Reader

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PLOT: Joker and Harley Quinn's adopted daughter Punchline has been a constant headache to the Team ever since she broke free from Arkham Asylum without getting caught with her neapolitan fun boy Andrew Merry. This clown princess was only pulling an act to get free from her so-called parents and lover. She found out the truth about herself a week ago within LexCorps and heard it all...she was a missing child stolen from a family. Punchline suffered from many things cause she never kills and left innocents alone, but has murdered bad guys only when she deems them as threats to the world. She felt those harmful words and they played with her pain by hurting her rather than healing her. They pushed her around and pulled her down into the bottomless pit of bittersweet vengeance. Will the Team save her from these bloody killer clowns and bring her out of this freakshow of circus psychos? {ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA}.

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WARNING: DARK ANGST, SOFT FLUFF, ROUGH SMUT, ETC.

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"Breaking news, deranged beta criminal Andrew Merry has successfully escaped Arkham Asylum after Punchline blew up his cell and got tons of criminals out alive. Joker and Harley Quinn's legacy has begun her reign of terror all over again in Gotham City as her boyfriend does the same. If you see them out in public and anywhere else...run, I repeat run from them as far as possible." Punchline smiled with fake happiness as Andrew pulls her on his lap and smooches her lips with his own.

Andrew was once a beta named Lucas Nero Kaye, but another beta Harley changed him like Joker did to Punchline and gave him the special roller coaster ride to his fun-land. She was renamed as a beta named Alecia Delilah Napier and got branded by force. Ace Chemicals did all of its tricks of making her into their daughter and turning her mad like Alice Liddell.

Alice and Luka were toxic with each other. Punchline never loved him and cared for him, though Joker did care for Andy while Harley only loved her. Harleen Francis Quinzel and an alpha known as Jack Oswald White did favor Andrew rather than Punchline, it made her go fully black and white with splashes of red all over her body.

The gothic punchinello was protected by the female harlequin and the male jester was very close the neapolitan mime. Punchline vows to run away and never come back this life she's been breathing in as a hellish life. She has to wait and get rid of the tracker before she can make her escape to freedom and see broad daylight.

Punchline begins packing up her things and putting in a dark purple Lamborghini car she got from Joker for her assumed birthday. She waits till Andrew, Harley, and Joker leave for their annual heist at Gotham City Bank and gets inside her luxury car. The gothic punchinello slowly cranks up the fast car engine with one hand and begun leaving the hidden garage to the main exit.

The clown princess was lucky to remove the trackers and chips on her car, though the ones in her body were harder cause it was injected into her veins. Punchline drove from Arkham to some random city in baggy sweats to cover her scars and other evidence of abuse she went through as a little girl. The gothic punchinello kept driving and taking breaks by using all of the saved money she stole from a fellow beta Riddler's bank account thanks to Catwoman.

Every single day and night, she would drive from each city till she found herself in Robinson Park and was happy to find a place to hide from others. She manages to make some money with dancing and singing in subway stations to the public plaza till it went viral enough to become an internet star on social media sites. Punchline never showed her face, hasn't talked, and would always keep her looks to herself including her body...it was major insecurities.

The gothic punchinello suffered from the child neglect and domestic violence from her abusive lifestyle where she has no freedom to be herself. Punchline was safe from others and has to stay low for now on since Andrew will try multiple times to get his way with her for fun. She was suffering both inside and outside cause Joker can kill her in seconds if he finds out his porcelain doll got away from this playhouse...until one dreadful night at Jump City inside her apartment.

At Mount Justice, Batman somehow managed to locate where Punchline ran off and hide for a temporary amount of time. The Team watched the first day of her staying at Jump City by the cameras and saw the gothic punchinello looking paranoid about something. The seven sidekicks listened to what she said and understood why the clown princess ran away...to get out of an extremely toxic environment filled with crimes and scenes.

"She's the only key witness to finding out who's behind this plot with the Syndicate and why she became Punchline. Be careful Team, we know how she tends to be silent and deadly. Don't let her intimidate any one of you," the Team left the Secret Sanctuary and headed to Jump City where they found her car.

"Anything good in there?" Superboy opened the trunk and saw nothing but documents of a crime scene.

"It's just some papers," the clone replied as he raises the lid wider for the rest to see themselves.

Robin picks them up and reads each one by hand. It was from an unsolved mystery of a missing child back in the early 2000s, Bruce's godchild Evelina Gwendolyn Nelson was abducted by Harley Quinn and was personally "killed" by the Joker after he murdered her own parents in cold blood. The Boy Wonder see more files and other information in the trunk, such as DNA tests, birth certificates, ancestry trackers, hospital records, pharmacy visits, criminal history, and lie detectors.

"She has all of the files of Bruce Wayne's godchild including hers in there. Why does she have them?" Wonder Girl begun finding an extra key card and hands it to Robin.

"We're about to find out ourselves, come on guys." The Team followed the female demigod in the elevator and got in the private top floor.

Punchline was currently fast asleep with her scars and bruises from her last ambush a few days ago by the Joker, who notifies Andrew that his "girlfriend" dumped him and left the Laugh Pack for good by her death with a gunshot in her chest. The clown princess suddenly wakes up from her sleep when she hears a ding from the elevator and grabs two twin handguns along with a matching pair of daggers for safety precautions. Punchline hears several knocks and went into the bathroom by locking the door shut, leaning against it as she tries to find something for her joy in her backpack.

The Boy of Steel heard light shuffling behind the front door and knew Punchline was now fully awake. Kid Flash uses the key card and he went inside to see the whole apartment was surprisingly spotless from head to toe without traces of flaws on it. His six comrades can feel the tension as they went into different rooms and couldn't find her until they found her bedroom.

'Punchline's probably inside her room,' the archer said in the mind link, turning to Wonder Girl.

'Xena, you go open the door.' Kid Flash told the female demigod.

The leader of the Team gave his two teammates a raised eyebrow and he shakes his head no while his half-god girlfriend was unimpressed. Wonder Girl carefully opens the door and saw the room was shockingly clean, but a book was on the desk. The female demigod reaches for it and storms out of there with a neutral look on her face.

'Is that a journal?' Miss Martian asked her best friend.

'Yes, but I'm not reading it. We'll give this to Batman till further notice...unlike three of you who will more likely to read it.' The speedster, archer, and acrobat went silent while Aqualad, the female Martian, and Superboy nod their heads yes in agreement.

Punchline's heart was beating like crazy while tears came down her hollow cheeks and from her sunken eyes. She took her happy pills from her duffle bag and popped them into her mouth. The gothic punchinello was giggling quietly through tears of pain and faking her joy as she curls up in the bathtub, feeling the symptoms and effects it gave her.

Her stomach was scarred and burnt like other places on her bony frame. Punchline was diagnosed with major disorders and have health problems, but doesn't want immediate treatment due to trust issues. The clown princess has low self-esteem problems after Andrew tried to win her back at Arkham Asylum a few weeks ago and attempted to break her with the Joker watching both of them, but Catwoman saves the gothic punchinello long enough to let the young child escape from that horrifying nightmare to Jump City.

Catwoman was also the first person to see Punchline without her makeup and realize that her lover's godchild was actually alive. The cat burglar got what the gothic punchinello wanted in exchange of diamonds and pearls. The black cat burglar told the Dark Knight and he took a test between his childhood friends with Punchline's blood sample to confirm that Catwoman was right...the Joker broke Batman's godchild.

Punchline will always hug her stuffed animal she got from the Shadow Dame named "Koneko" which means "Kitten" in Japanese, it was sewn right and made with her love for animals. She doesn't like how people treats nature, the gothic punchinello has a soft spot for animals and flowers. As for food, she was born a natural vegetarian and doesn't like meat or anything that came from animals.

"Punchline, we know you locked yourself in there. Please come out of the bathroom," the gothic punchinello froze with shock and horror written on her face. "Don't make me hurt you honey, we know you're scared and in danger. Please sweetheart, we won't arrest you and treat you bad."

Punchline puts her things in her backpack and places her mask to cover her face from outsiders before pulling the hood over her head. Her dyed black locks of hair was peeking out and put her weapons in her bag. The clown princess gets up from the tub and carefully opens the door to see the Team.

The gothic punchinello looked a lot shorter and petite than usual. Miss Martian watched the younger girl put all of her weapons down and unload her pair of white platinum guns from their silver bullet ammo. Punchline shocked all of them by raising her hands and arms in surrender while going on her knees to let one of them arrest her.

Robin went behind the clown princess and puts a pair of handcuffs on her wrists before doing so to her ankles for safety precautions. The Boy Wonder gets her up and she flinches in response to the severe wound she made from a golden kitchen knife last night. Punchline stumbles trying to get her backpack up until she collapses and passes out cold from the pain in her stomach.

Wonder Girl saw it instantly and caught the child in time before she hits her head hard on the floor. She searches for a pulse, freezing to feel how faint and slow it was. Punchline kept the room cold as ice, hard as stone, and clean as slate contrast to her motionless body that was damaged.

"We need Punchline to med bay quick, she's barely responding." The female demigod carries Punchline bridal style, cringing when she held her and can tell she was sickeningly light as a feather.

The Team ran off to the Bio-Ship and flew back to their base with a dying child in their custody. Once the ship landed, Wonder Girl took Punchline in her arms and rushed to med bay with a panicked look on her face. Black Canary saw that the female demigod was on high alert and helped her keep the gothic punchinello breathing while the rest of the Team waited for their teammate to fix Punchline.

After a two hours of tests and exams, Wonder Girl was trying not to cry and rage when she saw everything that a child shouldn't experience for the first time. Punchline was the reason why heroes and innocents were still alive with their families, but this was personal...that journal was the last resort. The Sonic Screamer kept a sharp eye on the child as she breathe through her oxygen mask and rest peacefully.

Black Canary found the results and was terrified. Cracked ribs, dark circles around her eyes, bite marks on shoulders, pale skin, appetite loss, wounds on ankles, busted lips, broken nose, a minor concussion, burns on hands and feet, handprints on neck, lacerations on the back and chest, cuts on wrists and thighs, slashes on stomach and neck, and many more. This girl literally went through hell and back at a very young age.

"Canary, I told the Team already what's wrong and the signs that Punchline was constantly abused. We have to keep her under immediate watch and make sure she doesn't hurt herself. This was in her pockets," the female demigod explained before pulling the pill bottles.

'Happy pills, one pill a day makes the pain go away.' Black Canary thought.

"Not only that, Batman looked through her bags and saw a lot of disturbing things in it. Those files Robin attained from her car are real, the boys found more stuff and I told them to hand them over to y'all till further notice." Wonder Girl stated while checking on the IV fluids and blood transfusion she has from Catwoman. "She's selectively mute too, so we have to make her talk willingly...not by force. Punchline went through enough and was beaten every 24/7 for her right doings. She's not safe from the Joker, Harley, or Andrew, this little girl has to stay and be put under our custody."

Recognize: Catwoman; 00, Recognize: Superman; 01, Recognize: Batman; 02; Recognize: Wonder Woman; 03

Catwoman storms into med bay and sees Punchline being treated with care by the Amazonian demigoddess. The Core Four looked at the files and the blood sample they got from her a few months ago. This girl was a missing child and it matched with the blood of Bruce's honorary niece.

Robin saw his adopted father's girlfriend and knew that look. The black cat was worried for the clown princess and see the symptoms playing its roles into Punchline's health problems. The Team stayed by med bay and took turns of watching over her, only to see her sleep for hours.

A day later at med bay, Punchline wakes up and saw herself in a different room. She begins panicking that caused her heart rate to skyrocket and alert the Team. Wonder Girl got a painkiller ready for the gothic punchinello, who's having an anxiety attack and tearing up in pain.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, it's okay sweetie, we're not gonna hurt you. Deep breaths...in and out." Punchline copied her and slowly calmed down before falling asleep. "There you go, that's a good girl."

The female demigod sighs in relief as Punchline slept and snore softly. Without the mask and hoodie, she looks like a fragile porcelain doll made from spun glass and fine china. The clown princess didn't hear the Team walking, who knew that they have to stay careful and not trigger her into going to panic mode.

'Is she okay?' Superboy asked her.

'No. This will take more than a few years to get Punchline recovered and sobered from abuse. We can't set off anything that'll make her have flashbacks and cause her discomfort. For now, we have to let the League decide what they have to do with Punchline. Let's pray that she doesn't go to prison, because this child's mind is too frail and broken apart from everything.' The Boy of Steel pats her shoulder while Wonder Girl writes down some healthy diet recommendations and tips.

"Bellatrix, she trusts you and Catwoman more than others. Here's my Golden Lasso of Truth," the Defender of Justice said, handling her rope to her daughter.

"Isn't this lasso way too far Mum? I get that all of us want answers, but this is a child who went through a living and breathing hell with two psychos as her "parents"." The Team nodded in agreement and stood beside the female demigod. "What's wrong with you and the League's minds? Are y'all really doing this to her, especially when I got what kinds of problems wrote down...please don't tell me the journal has all the proof in it."

Wonder Woman nodded with a saddened look and Wonder Girl turns livid. She begins calming down when she looks at Punchline's resting body and understood what her mother wants her to do, but she has a similar way. The teenage demigoddess carefully pulls the wires and cords, though kept a few on her for signs of conflict.

It took ten minutes to let Miss Martian link the older girl up and let their boyfriends hold them close. Kid Flash and Arrowette (Artemis Crock) were sitting side by side while Robin got another painkiller prepared for Punchline if she starts feeling any types of pain. The clown princess hums softly and opens her dull eyes to see the Team, who stares down at her bedridden form for answers.

"Alright Punchline, you got two choices to make. You can either tell us the truth or I'll have to let this golden magic rope do its work. Simple as that sweetheart, I'm not threatening to hurt you or make you feel scared. You're still a child that needs help and we can help you if you tell us." Punchline was hesitant and shivers as she tries to back away, but sees handcuffs on her bandaged wrists and ankles.

"Long story, the League found a lot of things and took your stuff out of your home from Manhattan. That's why you're stuck handcuffed and bedridden till we get the truth. All you have to do is talk and let us hear." Punchline said nothing and kept a horrified look on her face.

'She's not talking,' the female archer said to the teenage demigoddess.

'I'm not using this damn lasso to force an abused child into speaking Artemis, I refuse to let Batman interrogate her if it comes down to that option.' Wonder Girl responded to the blond-haired teenage girl.

"Or we'll get Batman and send you back to Arkham." Punchline begins tearing up in seconds and shaking her head no while whimpering, trying to get free while she got her to remember how Batman could see the genuine sadness written on her bruised face whenever she gets placed in Arkham.

Kid Flash smacks Robin in the back of the head and the Boy Wonder rubs it while frowning at his best friend. The rest glared at his blunt choice of words and the acrobat now understands why he needs to learn some respect. The clown princess sees the shot and begs silently to make it vanish from her teary green eyes.

"Sorry about this idiot, he tends to show no mercy on criminals." Kid Flash apologized as he drags him with the help of Arrowette out of med bay.

"Wait," the Team froze to hear her voice...so quiet and very timid. "Please don't leave, I'll talk."

The trio sat back down and their four older comrades asked her questions that led to her being truthful. Each answer she gave them were from ones about the Light and Cadmus, not herself...her life. Robin walks over to Punchline with a deep frown after he sees that she doesn't care for herself and living in a world of disaster.

"Next question, what did Joker, Harley, and Andrew do to you for years?" Punchline gulped nervously and knew this will cost her breathing soul.

The Team does know that she's twelve years old and going to thirteen next year. She was shivering and shaking, but Superboy shockingly held her hand and Miss Martian did the same to keep her at ease. Punchline begun telling the truth as the League hears everything and grew enraged, the clowns tried to break her apart by selling her off to Lex Luthor as a slave to teach her some manners.

After saying everything while Wonder Girl silently kept the lasso hidden away, the Team storms out of med bay and left the teenage demigoddess with the clown princess. She pulls the lasso from the child's foot and lets Wonder Woman take it from her hands. Her mother nods at her and pats her shoulder while trying to keep her relaxed.

"It's not your faults, it's always been mine." That was the last straw and Wonder Girl whips her head angrily at Punchline with a hardened glare, which got the Team backing away.

"YOUR FAULT?!! NO NO NO HONEY, IT'S THE FAULTS OF THE PEOPLE WHO HURT YOU, STARVE YOU, PUNISH YOU, SELL YOU, AND BREAK YOU!!" The Team froze to hear Wonder Girl snap and lash the truth out at Punchline. "YOU DON'T GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT YOUR OWN LIFE, THEY NEVER CARED AND LOVED YOU CAUSE YOU SAW WHAT WAS TRULY RIGHT!! THEY'RE BLAMING YOU FOR THOSE HEISTS AND DEATHS CAUSE THEY KNEW THAT YOU'LL NEVER BE LIKE THEM!!"

Aqualad tries to get his girlfriend to calm down, but she snaps at him in warning with glowing silver eyes and went back to his spot. Wonder Woman knew that her daughter has the right to snap, though stand her ground and went over to the teenage demigoddess. Punchline was wide-eyed with tears streaming down her face, trying to get away from Wonder Girl and get free from the cuffs.

"Bella, you're scaring her." Wonder Woman warned her.

"DIANA, SHE HAS TO HEAR THIS WHENEVER SHE LIKES IT OR NOT!! IF THEY WERE YOUR PARENTS, WILL THEY SELL YOU TO SOME RICH MAN WHO WILL MAKE YOU INTO A MONSTER?!! IF THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND...YOU'RE A GODDAMN TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL FOR ZEUS'S SAKE!! HE SHOULDN'T BE CHEATING ON YOU WITH SOME DUMB WHORE, YOU'RE BETTER THAN ALL OF THEM AND YOU CAN'T SEE THAT SHIT YOUR OWN SELF!!" Wonder Girl yelled out angrily, facing Punchline while trying not to go full Light Avatar State and turning serious with a deepened alpha tone. "We wanna help you if you let us, I'm sorry for snapping, but you have to hear the truth of what I think and I believe all of us agree that you're safe here. We're a close pack, we've decided to watch over after somebody won the glaring contest with his mentor, and we'll keep you safe and sound from others. Please, we want you to trust us...we won't hurt you."

Punchline was set free by Black Canary, the small girl slowly begins walking to Wonder Girl and starts hugging her tight. The League was shocked like the Team, who were relieved that the clown princess was complying and was actually content. The teenage demigoddess picks her up and carries the petite child to the rolling chair.

"Your real parents were special indeed, they both died protecting you from Joker when he got Harley to take you years ago. You look just like your mother and father, his hair and eyes, your mother's looks and personality...Kent and Inza did mention about their deceased granddaughter having a stuffed animal named Koneko. Don't worry, I got your friend safe...right here." Punchline's dull eyes gleamed as she gently takes Koneko from her hands and hugs it close to her, closing her eyes that went back to green after the happy pills were flushed out of her entire system. "Catwoman's willing to take you under her wing and Black Canary will be there to give you therapy sessions. Batman will tell you about your parents cause the League were very close to them and were honored to have a cute little niece. She was smart, brave, adorable, and nice unlike this fool who tried to use his mentor as a weapon. They know who you really are, the League broke the case that you wanted to know and got you home. We'll get you a room fixed and find something comfy for you to wear. Okay?"

Punchline nodded shyly and kept holding her friend with a small smile. Wonder Girl went to the kitchen and takes out some fruit yogurt with a protein shake to the side. The Team watches the teenage demigoddess went back to med bay and present the clown princess with those chosen items.

"Slow and steady steps," the clown princess gulps and begins eating slowly, earning smiles and relieved looks that meant Punchline was getting really hungry.

'How do you know that she was hungry Bella? I didn't hear her stomach making noise,' the clone said to her.

'She was fidgeting and holding her stomach. We have to find her official rank first, then the girls and I have to find some clothes for her to wear at the mall.' Wonder Girl answered while shaking the bottle and opening it for Punchline. "It's milk chocolate, I know this won't taste good...I slipped something helpful in it for you."

Punchline sips the shake, humming in delight and drank the liquid as she starts enjoying what was in it. She puts the empty bottle down and licks her lips at the sweet flavor of it. Wonder Girl was told by Kent's widow Jolene that she was an alien, which means that Punchline was half alien and could be healed by a few months if they slipped some magic-based healing potions in everything she wants to devour or chug down her throat.

'My love, what did you put in her food and drink?' Aqualad asked the teenage demigoddess.

'Jolene's healing potions mixed with my nectar, I have to Kaldur...she's malnourished.' Wonder Girl replied. 'Besides, she likes it and seems to be peaceful for now. M'gann, Artemis, we're going shopping later on when it reaches noon and taking Evie with us.'

The teenage demigoddess saw Eva hold her arms out and complies, lifting her up and setting her to latch on her front like a koala. Wonder Girl smells her unmarked scent glands, it was hidden from others and seems to be sweet. Eva hums and enjoyed the comfort from this strong female who was willing to cradle her like a little baby, which was ironic cause the clown princess was somehow the youngest out of the youngsters in this room.

M'gann and Artemis took off the makeup inside the large bathtub to see that Eva was completely healed. The female trio begun getting rid of the dyes and paints on her body while checking for more bruises. Wonder Girl did an amazing job finding some worthy products that will wash away paints, dyes, makeup, and other things as they gave her a nice bath.

The girls saw that she was a natural ginger with green eyes and ivory skin, Eva was blushing in embarrassment with closed eyes as she covers her body with a large towel. M'gann saw her insecurities through a telepathic link and hugged her while the small girl pouts up at the female Martian with teary eyes. Wonder Girl somehow found an outfit she was doing and got something for Eva, a cute one that'll make her stand out and look elegant.

"This will work for now, she'll love this." Artemis saw a casual attire with a nod of approval and got Eva out of the tub with M'gann's help.

M'gann and Artemis left for a bit, so that Opal can fix Eva up with her attire till they reached the mall. The teenage demigoddess removed the hair extensions and begun styling it in a way that makes the young red-headed girl look graceful. After doing that, she places some natural makeup and use her chi-bending to heal up everything till it was permanently removed.

"And here's what Eva Nelson should be looking like," the girl's green eyes opened to see the real version without any paint and dyes, smiling softly at the features and how Opal captured everything. "Your family will be so happy and amazed that you took their genes. They'll always forever stay in your heart, be bold and always keep your loved ones safe."

The boys were waiting as M'gann and Artemis went to check on Eva. They immediately squealed and were cooing at the cuteness of this outfit. She wore a scarlet red shirt with the black cat logo, long white thigh-high socks, crimson red and black sneakers, a gray plaid miniskirt, her short hair was in a high ponytail, and her face was done very well with natural makeup and a bit of rosy blush on it.

Eva was dragged into the living room by Artemis who lifts her off her seat and the boys froze to see what Opal did to her. She looks so matured and elegant. Eva held her hands together and tilts her head at the four young men's wide-eyed expression with a nervous look.

Opal places Kaldur's jacket to cover Eva and make the young magic-user comfy before putting her white beanie hat on her head. The little girl sighs and nuzzles into the clothing when she gets Koneko from M'gann. Opal picks her up and smiles when the boys can see how Eva likes to be carried around within her consent.

"We got a news update, the Joker, Harley Quinn, and Andrew Merry have been officially charged with multiple crimes including child kidnapping and attempted rape. The victim was shockingly Punchline, she has left proof and details of what they've done to her in police custody. She's currently being put under the Justice League's supervision and all her charges have been dropped after multiple people came forward with evidence that she never kills innocents." Eva gave the Team a questioning look of confusion over the teenage demigoddess's right shoulder and they all responded with reassuring expressions.

"Evie, we're going to the mall with the girls and get a few things for you. M'gann and Artemis will hold you if I need to do something important. That's good with you kiddo?" Eva nodded and clung onto Opal's front in response. "Keep that hat over your head and make sure you tell us whenever you want something. Kaldur, Conner, I know you two will turn that empty guest room into her bedroom, so I trust both of you men to watch over the mountain. Wally, Dick, you boys better not doing anything stupid and go fix us a nest in the heat room."

The girls left through the garage, Opal drives them through the road and kept a close eye on Eva. She was resting in Artemis's lap and was hugging Koneko close to her. M'gann took a quick photo till Opal parks at a good spot and the three women got the youngest girl out.

"Aww, she's so cute!/She looks so beautiful!/Such an adorable little angel!/Those girls are lucky to scent mark her!" Eva blushed as the comments and praises she's getting from random people when Opal pulls her hood down.

"See what I meant Artie, she'll be getting admirers by the time we leave here cause she's unclaimed and has to be constantly watched over. Not only that...smell her scent." Artemis complied and gently smelt her unmarked scent glands...it smells like cherry blossoms and wild strawberries.

"Strawberries and blossoms. Evie, are you...an omega?" Eva nodded and went behind M'gann out of instinct. "It's okay sweet girl, I've been marked by Wally. M'gann is bonded to Conner like Kaldur is with Opal, you're still unclaimed and have to find your soulmates. You're just the only omega in the Team for now Evie, though Dick will probably court you soon and mark you for your safety."

Eva giggles softly, blushing hard when all three girls heard it and smile down at her. Artemis cradles the omega in her arms, nuzzling her nose into her scent gland and smiling at the small omega. M'gann and Opal got the right sizes for Eva to wear around everyday till she gets better once she begins growing up.

The four girls left the stores and made sure Eva was content after feeding her some mixed berry yogurt with a side of sugar-coated fruit. She was waiting patiently for their stop at the mountain and was hoisted up by M'gann. Eva releases her scent and the three girls hummed in appreciation as they got out of the car.

"How's your trip ladies?" Wally asked them, kissing Artemis and nuzzling Eva's scent gland.

"We found out her rank was an omega, then she decides to mark us with her scent along the way back here...now my car smells like blossoms and strawberries." Dick got the whiff of the scent and was truly into the smell.

"We smelt that far away, she's a pure fecund omega." Conner stated until Eva's sixth senses and future vision read his aura, it was red as a ruby.

Eva hops down and hugs the clone tight while Wolf licks her hand, earning a giggle from her. Conner gave Dick the "I told you so" look and hugs her back, knowing that she loves animals. Kaldur finishes reading the book and understood what alien race Inza came from to what the spark is...Eva's half Magen and Anodite.

'I found out what planet Jolene came from, Anodyne.' Kaldur told the Team, picking the omega up and kissing her cheek. 'Eva's spark is still active, but she hasn't awakened her mana yet.'

Eva smiles at him and leans her head on his left shoulder. Kaldur carries the small girl to her room and hears her purr softly in content. He lay her on her new bed after carefully takes his jacket back and removing those black shoes from the half-Anodite.

The small girl wiped the makeup from her face and put her hair down. Eva takes her stuffed animal and closes her eyes when Kaldur pulls a blanket to cover her. The half-Atlantean kisses her forehead and leaves the room after hearing her soft breaths.

"Eva's now resting, it looks like you ladies tired her out." Opal smiled before kissing him and parting away to watch the omega. "She's going to fit in with the Team very well."

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It was five years since Eva came home, though her pack seems to be feeling a bit worried and were skeptical about getting near her. As a fecund omega female who learned how to control all of her cosmic phoenix and pure magic energy, her final transformation has surprised them a lot cause they didn't expect Anodites to be...some beautiful glowing aliens. Eva was healthy enough to do missions and help innocents, but this time was a conflict between herself due to her rank...she was in heat.

The omega went into hiding at her bedroom and kept herself "busy" with some "friends". Eva already contacted the League about her situation and was mentally praying that her mates help her. Out of everything in the world...her first heat has to be right on when she finally becomes legal to drink alcohol and buy a gun.

Suddenly, her phone starts ringing as she finishes off her recent climax and grabs it with her glowing mana tendril. Eva freezes to see that her pack wanted a group chat and chose to video call her. She has no choice but to do the right thing...answer and put it on speaker.

Eva Nelson {scared}: Hello?

Dick Grayson {serious}: Evie, where are you?

Eva Nelson {nervous}: I'm reading in the Bludhaven Library with Jason.

Wally West {skeptical}: Don't lie babygirl, Jason told us you were there to get him some books at Gotham and came back home.

Artemis Crock {solemn}: Roy also mentioned you went somewhere last night before your birthday.

Eva Nelson {timid}: I was at Anodyne getting some wine from my grandma Jolene.

M'gann M'orzz/Megan Morse {suspicious}: Evie, you're lying to us. Please tell us what you're doing, it can't be that bad.

Eva Nelson {panicking}: I'm not telling all of you my business. Please leave me alone!

Kon-El/Conner Kent {agitated}: Evelina...

Eva Nelson {anxious}: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PEOPLE WANT FROM ME?!!

Bellatrix/Ophelia Trevor {aggravated}: You're hiding something Omega.

Kaldur'ahm/Jackson Hyde {displeased}: Omega, just tell us or else.

Eva Nelson {irritated}: Or else what Alpha? You and our pack got no damn right to make me listen. Y'all know what, I'm spending this heat all by myself and have some fun afterwards. Goodbye.

Eva froze when she typed that and grew scared cause she knew Kaldur was known to be very calm, but can be provoked like the others as an apex alpha. She gulps and sets the phone down until she heard it vibrate again. Eva looks at the text from Opal, shivering and panting while trying to stay calm.

Bellatrix/Ophelia Trevor {enraged}: That's it Evelina, we're going over to your home. Don't even try escaping, Dick shut down all the Boom Tubes.

Eva Nelson {blunt}: BITE ME. Do y'all realize I can teleport you idiots?

Eva shuts down her phone and puts it away before going invisible. She hears banging on the door and went under the bed. The half-Anodite slowly opens the hatch to her tunnels and crawled into them.

"EVELINA GWENDOLYN NELSON, YOU BETTER BE FUCKING HERE!!" Opal shouted angrily as her inner alpha took over.

Eva tried her best keeping her scent hidden from her pack after noticing the matching marks on them. She found the same mark on the small of her back and grew frightened...she just pissed off all of her soulmates. The magic-user's inner omega begun whimpering in her mind and she shivers, accidentally letting out her pheromones by mistake.

'NO, NO, NO...' Eva thought while silently whining underneath her breath. 'WHY NOW?!!'

Conner picks up the damiliar scent and looked under the bed to see a hatch to the tunnels. He hears the half-Anodite's sounds of fear and pain through them, which made the clone realize where she's going...to random rooms till she was safe from them. Eva locks the hatches on every dorm and went to her private place...her meditation room to get some pure mana.

"Eva's attempting to make us chase her around the mountain, looks like we'll have to hunt her down...again." The Team split up and went their own ways.

The Lucky Girl was getting tired and decided to head towards the heat room after absorbing tons of mana from her meditation room. The magic-user shifts to her hybrid form; her mana hair was pink like her glowing eyes, her skin tone turns purple, and everything else stays the same. Eva was a bit happy that she was wearing something old and comfy, though little does she know is that her seven soulmates found her in a deep sleep.

'Found her, she's sleeping in our nest at the heat room.' The Team followed where Artemis told them where Eva was, pausing to see the half-Anodite snoozing peacefully.

'We got enough time to punish Eva,' Opal disrobing the omega out of her clothes and letting Dick tie her up.

Wally was brave enough to gag her and put a blindfold over her closed eyes. The rest knew she'll break free quick, so they let Kaldur put an enchanted collar Eva's neck and wrap some tape tightly around where she can't cut herself loose. Conner kept a sharp eye on the beating sounds of her heart while she was somewhat lifeless and unresponsive through her sleep.

Dick heard a muffled hum and turned to look down at the omega while Artemis fondled her breast. M'gann moved her fingers to her sacred spot and rubbed that sensitive pearl, earning more muffled sounds of pleasure from the omega underneath them. Eva whimpers and mewls through the ball gag while arching her back from the sensation she was experiencing.

"She's in heat," the Romanian acrobat told his pack mates after picking up the scent and saw her slicking up.

"No wonder Evie was trying to avoid us, she didn't want anybody worrying about her." Wally said, freezing when Eva somehow came by M'gann messing with her clit.

"She got our full attention now, that soul mark wasn't that easy to hide from us. I'm somewhat thankful that we made her put on that dress from last time," the rest of the Team chuckled while nodding at the memory and kept focusing on preparing Eva for this mating season.

The half-Anodite shockingly got out of the ropes and tapes the Team tied on her. Eva got the blindfold off from her eyes and pulls the ball gag out of her mouth. Her pack heard her panting and surrounded their fecund omega within seconds, marking her as theirs as she starts mewling in pleasure.

"Please...I don't care, choke me, fuck me, give me all y'all have...now!" The Team's eyes turned different colors as they growled and she was taken any way possible since she was incredibly flexible.

Eva squealed and cried out whenever she got filled up to the brim. Their claim marks painted on her body while she took everything they gave her and accepted herself as their omega. The red marks and love bites were part of the whole ordeal, though breeding Eva was another thing coming from today to next week since her heat lasts 7 to 14 days.

They took turns and knew that the Lucky Girl want it to be rough. Eva got bred full of their seeds by each member, pumping her full with a large load of cum and letting her swallow their spit. The Lucky Girl felt each of them call for her to let herself be caught in the euphoria, submitting herself to her mates and taking what they got for this omega.

Dick was the first person to mate on Sunday with her since they anonymously voted to go by their age range and let Kaldur be last on Saturday. The half-Atlantean have the most patience, but knew that he'll break Eva in half and wanted his younger pack mates to stretch her open first for him to fit. They stuffed her full of cock and made the half-Anodite speechless.

The Team moved in together at Happy Harbor and kept the mountain as their base. Whenever they left to take breaks, Eva tends to stay in the nest and purring while being full of cum. It amazes them that she can still speak and move, but they would question where their cum will go since they always plugged her afterwards with their knots...she would answer by rubbing where her womb was or...she'll say that her body was absorbing it since it contains mana.

Kaldur pulls out after his knot went down and couldn't see his cum leaking out as usual. He kisses her stomach and rubs it tenderly when Eva got her last shot. The half-Anodite found out secretly that her pack wants a family and knew they'll breed her, but doesn't know that she recently got off of induced heat suppressants and birth control pills.

It was a day after her heat was over to do tests...they got her pregnant after last night, Eva was blushing madly as the Team grins down at her rosy cheeks and reddened face when she found what they've left on her body to how they somehow got her pregnant that quick. Dick was carrying her in his arms after she couldn't move from the nest and let Wally know that their omega was sore. Artemis takes Eva and puts her on her lap, purring softly in order to comfort the omega.

"We're not slacking little girl...we took turns and gave you what we got. You didn't realize that there's three apex primes in this pack with three pure alphas and one true beta. Next time you sweet fecund omega, you should never underestimate us and this won't happen to you." Opal lectured her.

"I get that Opal, but why y'all have to gang up on me like that last week?!! I can't stand straight and move normal anymore!" Wally busted out laughing hard with Dick and they fist-bumped each other in response.

"But I'll be surprised you're still wonderfully tight after we've been splitting you in half, fucking you in any way necessary, and opening you wide to take us down your tiny little throat." the half-Anodite turned redder than ever and gave the Team a horrified look. "Don't act scared Eva, we still got more left and I think we should appreciate you carrying our pups."

What a pleasing yet sore way to start the morning after a heat indeed.

[rondo-of-blog]

Holy Seven Subscriptions, Batman!

So I’ve been reading a lot of comics lately. Like, a lot of comics. I’ve been going out on a limb, and honestly? It’s paid off! Yes, I’ve gotten to read solid comic book storytelling recently - and lots of it. And what do I have to show for it?

Seven different subscriptions to DC comics series, and one to a Marvel comic series. :’)

[Spoilers for various comics! If you see the title of a book you don’t wanna get spoiled on, leave!]

If you’ve been following me for the past several months, you’ve probably heard me rave about the current ongoing Catwoman comic series as it’s been written by Tini Howard. You’ve probably also heard me blab about the latest Harley Quinn series since Tini Howard took it over. Both comics are absolute delights that I’ve had a blast with, but that I’ve also talked at length about, so… won’t be going into that. Not this time, at least.

And that includes you, Betsy Braddock: Captain Britain, also written by Tini Howard!

So what does that leave us? Well, why don’t we start with Batman! Written by Chip Zdarsky. At this point I really should start expecting it, but I keep being surprised by just how dang much I’m enjoying myself with this series! It’s got action, it’s got Batman coming down from the Moon to land back on Earth, it’s got it all!

With stories as convoluted as the series has been telling, I really would’ve thought it all would’ve come unraveled several issues ago—after all, how the hell could a story take Batman to the Moon, back to Earth, into another damn dimension, rapidly jumping through several damn dimensions, and then back to whatever we call main Earth??? By doing it all very well, apparently!

Next we have Poison Ivy, which I read on the glowing recommendation of my partner in life and in love, Cluster! I spent weeks telling them I’d get around to reading it eventually, then one day this past week I went and read all 13 issues that’re out right now. And what’s there to say about them? Well…

They’re great! They’re all fucking great! I’ve never blown through 13 issues so quickly, but G. Willow Wilson had such an impressive story to tell that I couldn’t stop for anything. Pamela’s great in it, so is Harley when she eventually shows up, and so is… Batman! Didn’t know he’d be part of this series, but it works!

G. Willow Wilson is another writer, like Tini Howard, where whenever I see her write a character I just want to see her write them all the time. I dunno, if perhaps they could just hand the keys to the whole damn DC Universe to these gals I think we’d be onto something!

Besides that, Cluster and I finally said “what the hell” and read through all 9 issues that’re currently out of The Joker: The Man Who Stopped Laughing. The verdict?

It made us laugh~

To be more specific, Matthew Rosenberg does an excellent job of making a hilarious and entertaining Joker comic series that features a metric fuck-ton of Joker in it. There’s so much of The Joker, there’s actually two men called The Joker in it!… Or three. Well, the third one was impersonating the first one. Or is it the second one?

It’s these sorts of questions that any Joker series worth its seltzer would have readers asking! I’m really glad we’ve taken a chance on this series, after spending months joking about its very silly title that doesn’t seem to actually tie into the story itself so far. We’ll see if there’s any further developments on that front later!

Last month and this month, however, I started on two brand new limited series! Limited series that I wish were ongoing series, and that I hope end up becoming ongoing series when they hopefully do ridiculously-well! I am of course referring to the latest volume of Cyborg, and Steelworks!

For Cyborg, I’m really interested to see where it goes. Morgan Hampton made known his intentions of taking Vic in a direction we’ve not seen before, ahead of issue #1’s release, and the sudden death of Vic’s father Silas proved he meant it.

While Silas died very early on in the original continuity Vic lived in, his presence after the New 52 reboot was used to great effect in David F. Walker’s Cyborg issues. Lots of work was done expanding on their fraught relationship, but it looks like we’ve closed the book on that before it could reach a happy ending… or have we???

There’s a lot to take in, a brief appearance from the Titans that made my heart swell, and overall I felt like the first issue set us up nicely for a damn good story—one that, again, I’d love to see turn into an ongoing series, but we can’t have everything all the time.

Steelworks had another strong beginning with issue #1, which came out… this month! I’d been anticipating it since its initial announcement, and Michael Dorn did not disappoint in the writing department. I’d also like to give a special shoutout to Sami Basri and Andrew Dalhouse for their contributions in the art department (line art and coloring, respectively)!

It’s not every day I get to read a comic that just looks as good as comics used to back when I was taking good comic art for granted, but Steelworks #1 is a damn good-looking comic! With art this solid, there’s nothing interrupting me from getting sucked into the story - and damn if this isn’t the beginning of a story that immediately grabbed me!

Something that’s easy to take for granted, but that not every comic manages to pull off, is telling a story that wins you over on its ideas. Maybe this is just me being picky, but I’ve read a comic or two in the past year that’ve gone really hard on the moral core of a story that I just… really can’t relate to. You’d think superhero comics wouldn’t have such a hard time being relatable to someone who doesn’t want people to spend the rest of their natural lives rotting in prison or whatnot, but you’d be surprised.

Steelworks #1 starts with a bang. With ideas that’re bold, and probably outside the realm of what people usually look for in a superhero comic, but that I can honestly sympathize with. No one comes off as a two-dimensional cardboard cutout, everyone feels real and able to be connected with at least on some level.

It’s a limited series, but if it does well enough? Who knows what could happen. In this case, I don’t know that they could’ve gotten Michael Dorn for longer than just a limited series’ run, so there are benefits to the format!

So yeah. That’s now seven subscriptions to DC comics series, to only one that Marvel’s been able to put out.

Does DC know it doesn’t have to be winning so hard at comics? It would’ve been fine if they were just putting out a couple good series here and there, which I thought they were before I gave these other series a try. Turns out, they’re really putting out some quality shit!

And I still have Superman: The Last Days of Lex Luthor to start picking up next month! Geez!

I’m a very happy camper when it comes to comics, nowadays. Right now, I only have one comic series I pick up every month that routinely and utterly disappoints me. I may end up writing about it on this blog, in lieu of tweeting, what with how its fanbase just loves to tank my mental health with threats & harassment!

Until next time!

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By the way, you can now read the blog on my website, at https://feliciarondo.com/rondo-of-blog. Check it out! :)

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2022-10-03

Several parts for a project got lost in the mail and if I don't blow up a motor doing something ill-advised with transistors soon I'm going to become the Joker.

Listening: I went to see the Ndlovu Youth Choir, a youth music group out of Limpopo who became extremely well known after they got on America's Got Talent a few years ago. Great style, they do a wide array of different styles and songs over a pretty wide time period, here's two songs:

Reading: Mostly scraps of SCP stuff, but a bad week for reading

Watching: Finished Arcane. God damn. Yes I know it's been like a year since that came out shut up.

It's so good. The animation is beautiful, it's so carefully considered, there's so few shortcuts taken. There's a scene where Jayce throws up on the bridge and it's a really close shot that sells the physicality of vomiting so well, it's messy and unpleasant. Another studio might have cut to a really long silhouette shot for that kind of thing. The Ekko/Jinx fight might be one of the best fights in the show. Even basic conversations have thoughtful blocking and framing, very little simple shot/reverse, there's always a focus on body parts and movements.

It's very predictable, which is probably because it's very character driven and the characters don't change much, you could write a comprehensive study of most characters on a post-it. There's a few major pivotal moments and twists for a few characters which are huge, but for the most part you can just run what you know about them forward to predict what happens next. Even having no knowledge of LoL you can guess that the Firelighters are led by Ekko in like zero seconds.

Jinx and Jayce are the main sources of unpredictability but that's because she's Da Joker Baby and paranoid and has psychosis, and he's a very smart boy who doesn't know what he's doing so the moment someone suggests any kind of solution to him he immediately does it without thinking.

Every single characters' design slaps. They did not make the mistake of trying to be sensible. Why is the cop uniform kind of demure but hot in a sexy maid kind of way? How does Jinx maintain twin braids longer than she is while also being on fire some of the time? How does Ekko fight with all that stuff on? These are not questions to ask. The question to ask is how fucking cool does this look and the answer is very.

The levels of tragedy are off the charts. Every second episode there's an opportunity for things to be resolved and for peace to succeed and everyone to talk and it doesn't happen ever.

Viktor and Jayce should have fucked at some point if only to make the breakup even worse.

Playing: Brought my desktop's storage back online so I have somewhere to put games again, but I haven't actually done much with it. Fortunately since I moved to Arch again my Proton is more stable, I got Ace Combat working under Linux.

Making: weekend making time was lost to a number of minor emergencies, but I did have to pop a door off its hinges because the lock completely failed which was fun. Unfortunately it was the door to the toolshed so I had to scrabble together the tools to do said pin popping from whatever tools I keep in my desk.

Tools and Equipment: Treating a minor injury in the family so here's a reminder to check your first aid kits, I had to run out and grab a bunch of non-absorbing gauze because we were all out.

I'm currently in the process of stocking a more severe trauma care kit for the family because my dad is on anti-clotting and blood thinning medication for a while which makes all his wounds one level of severity worse, so also learn how to use Chest Seals and Tourniquets, there's good online resources but you can probably also find a Stop The Bleed training course near you, it's a big international programme.

[the-firebird69]

We have other things happening, going on and it is helping.

-there are a few things happening one of them is Tommy effing his ship have to leave we're finally ways to get it out we are finding ways and soon it will be moving other ships are going to be pushed off and they think the lunch will be tonight and really the other engines were run for a week and a half and it's been over two weeks for these that should be good she danced a lot of much more than a week and a half they usually don't run them that long anyways. And her son and daughter caution so it might be having to mess it up on purpose

-we have other things going on with this becoming a nuisance these people here suck this guy with the ship sucks he's been telling us to clean out some of this crap that's too much of it then the max started to really suck I don't want another group getting very powerful, and getting an edge up for me ever this is so terrible he has a plow through all that crap and it's not necessarily different they're sitting here threatening him it's not right these people have to go the other way they're trying to harm me by using other people and suffered for it that's why they're dying and tell me if knows the math better than these people and was forced to shoot at our son the other ones who had him do it and he figured it out and he saw how and we went ahead and held the liable for it and the warlock are all almost gone. Didn't see helped him get through school Billy z helped him get through school and have to study and things like that and Dempsey was useless and other people were not college students or idiots and you couldn't even talk to them about school it was terrible and he's right he would not have gone to school without I'm doing it it was happy to do it because he felt better cuz he had to read and study and these guys were not doing it it was a hard School for them and it was a lot harder with our son there and it's a miracle that they went through it.

-going to apply ourselves today these Jokers and winners don't want to do anything else than what they're doing anything really get somewhere and they lost big time last yesterday last night and this morning they learned about 15% last month and dropped the 13% 2 weeks ago and it was still at 12% a couple days ago Island for all of the morlock and last night they started all this trouble it was after yesterday they had already lost 1.5%, they went around and believed everybody it started bothering him yesterday he said I'll get the grinders going, so they moved off and it looks like he come down on it and I said don't make it a habit. So you said you don't make it to have it you s*** I'm the one with a grinders and they turn around and said grind. And you said good right here we open it up on you faggots. It said to you remember you ever would leave it alone I would not leave him alone and we killed shitloads of you here and the idiots making the noises and we put them into a grinder. There's a lot of people listening I know they're not in couple noodle and we don't feed them to people they do feed them to cage you and grind them up and we stick him into a human skin took some pictures them getting swallowed. Now Dan is saying that he can do that to us so we're going to grind his up continuously. It last night it fell from 10.5 to about 9.5 and early this morning they started making fun of us and said is that all you got and stuff like that and I heard our son say no of course not to make you pay here too so I can take your territory okay Mr idiot ics you do he says I sort of get it and he says I doubt you do very strongly. LeBron saying it they go around saying it then they threatened him and he says proceed and take theirs more so and they were told they were going to take more of theirs and we took huge areas of theirs Georgia and start taking Alabama and the Midwest and upper Midwest started pushing them out and other areas in California places like that we don't need you there and start slaughtering you on your Islands so I think you're doing better they started screaming last night he shouldn't even be here said who is that let's make them pay for it double and it was bja so he started hitting him more so let's get some of those empire chips we can incident so we went ahead and did that and we flattened an area it's all mad stuff then the bunkers went figures out the empire is doing it goes after them on his own Island where you said they weren't there. Hey is there pain and back for what happened in the upper Midwest also they got really mad and said they did that it's so what that's just the idiots we're attacking. And they're hit again because he started to counter and to respond it's going that way with these morons. A lot of people hate him because he's so stupid our son is one of them he needs to get him jumped out the window he managed it and people tell me Allen out the window because of when our son said about 50 times three times he landed on his head because he's stupid.

-there's several other things going on but these people are pain in the ass and trying to say something and they interrupt so dropped another percent and now it's almost 8% like we said last night it would be and they haven't taken that big bite out of themselves yet but they will momentarily they're building up to attack the max

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His Lighthouse: Trust is For Fools (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Trust is For Fools

series summary:  

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?  

chapter summary: 

 Y/n once again struggles to trust Joker as more developments happen between them. Her heart is screaming at her to open up and give Joker a try but the weight of his actions makes that door harder and harder to open.

Author’s note:  

By a show of hands who cooked the Pad Thai recipe I linked last chapter? (✋🏾) Anyways 3 weeks later here I am back at it again! I went to Washington, D.C and took this draft with me on a bus tour! I’m pretty sure the lady behind me read a scene or two but she was rude for leaning over my seat and getting in my bubble. Take a picture of the Capitol building, don’t worry about Joker and his mid chapter crisis!

Anyhoo I hit a snag in the plot but no worries it’ll get ironed out in the next chapter! Something big is about to happen. *rubs hands together* get ready my friends... If you know the cartoon Avatar: The Last Airbender, Azula’s quote about trust will make a lot of sense very soon.

Enjoy!

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Not everyone believed Joker's story. It became more far fetched the longer he talked but neither Batman or Jim Gordon could stop him at this point.

They finally got Joker to talk. If they called him out on his bluff– who knows if he would continue again.

For now the officers in the precinct stood watch as Gotham's City most notorious villain spilled his guts about a girl.

Someone had enough common sense to offer Joker a glass of water since he was going on two hours of talking nonstop and they also arranged his handcuffs so he could drink comfortably.

His voice cracked again mid speech and as he was taking a sip of water, Batman decided he had enough of this charade.

"You're lying."

Joker looked up over his cup and raised an eyebrow. He cleared his throat and met Batman's doubtful glare.

"Now Bats. What reason would I have to lie?"

"Manipulation. Your own amusement. To deceive us and then find a way out of here." Batman named a few.

Joker agreed with each one. In the past that's exactly what he would have done to escape but now? Now things were different. You made him different and after throwing everything away to keep you safe, Joker truly had nothing else to lose.

But he still had a reputation to uphold.

"Are you done analyzing me Bats? I have a story to finish if you don't mind."

The caped crusader narrowed his eyes. "This is all just another game to you. If this girl is still alive..." He ignored Joker's dramatic sigh and kept talking, "Then why are you wasting our time? Tell us where she is!"

"If you listen.. Bats... I'm telling you exactly where she is. And you call yourself a detective. Don't you know, silly?! I'm not gonna make it easy for ya! What fun would thaT be, hm?"

Joker hid his smirk with a roll of his neck. "Now. Where was I?"

"Two nights before the Charity event." Batman growled.

If they had known that night at The Prosperity was all Joker's doing, they could've apprehended him months ago but Joker always seemed to be two steps ahead.

"Ah yes.. that night." Joker continued telling his story to the audience.

You fled from Joker's room and caught your breath in the hallway.

It wasn't just a coincidence anymore. Fate desperately wanted you to get your feelings hurt. Why else would it place you in multiple situations to almost kiss Joker?

Your fingers came up to trace your lips, imagining the feel of his breath brushing against them just mere moments ago. He was so close you could almost taste him. And you really wanted to. You couldn't deny it anymore but then you overheard Joker's phone call.

No matter how many smutty fanfics you read in your downtime, gangster tagged fics almost always ended badly for the female involved.

It was designed for toxic individuals in mind and Joker fit that criteria to a tee. If it involved danger he was front and center and that was why you had to stay far away from him.

You were smart. You had a successful career ahead of you. Things were looking up for once in your life and you weren't about to let some guy, (no matter how attractive he was) ruin your happiness.

Despite the best of intentions your own personal Devil appeared on your shoulder.

'C'mon, Y/n. You're here for a good time, not a long time. Give into temptation and use him as writing material! And as a personal release!'

You frowned and felt your guardian angel poof onto your other shoulder.

'No! No! No! He's bad news! You don't need that kind of toxicity in your life! Make it through these last few days and once he's back in good health, kick him out and get back to your life!'

The angel had a good point and you were about to agree until it's opposite groaned.

'Booo! Stop listening to goody-goody two shoes here and live a little! Hey, I got an idea! Why don't we cook him dinner and then give him dessert! If you know what I mean?'

The little devil wagged her eyebrow and shrugged out of her top, revealing far too much cleavage. The angel seethed in anger before pointing fingers.

'She's pathetic. Don't listen to her!'

'She's a loser! Don't listen to her!'

You really needed to book a therapy appointment.

Having a full blown conversation with yourself no matter how gifted your imagination is, was definitely not healthy. With a sigh you turned your brain off and focused back on the task ahead.

"I was cooking." You reminded yourself and found your way back into the kitchen where your meal prep was still where you left it.

You continued cutting the carrots and moved onto mincing the garlic using way more than what the recipe called for. What good would four cloves do? You ended up using the entire bulb and after it was cut your hands were sticky with natural garlic oils so you washed your hands in the nearby kitchen sink.

Since you were close to your pantry, you grabbed all of the necessary ingredients to make the sauce for the dishes while grabbing the rice paper and peanut butter for the spring rolls.

It was a lot to carry but you had a good grip on everything. You turned around to head back to the island counter when you saw a figure seated there.

It was a miracle nothing broke when you dropped everything on the floor.

"Joker! What are you doing in here!?" You placed a hand over your beating heart.

His eyes trailed down to watch it heave with every startled breath.

Just minutes ago, you were in his arms pressed up against him and he didn't get to admire your body the way he wanted. Now you were dressed in more comfy attire that hid yourself from his gaze, but thankfully it was your clothing and not someone else's.

The shirt was Heather grey and tied in a knot in the front that sported Will's family crest with a popular quote from your book on the back.

Joker knew it was fan made due to the fact you loved your fandom and loved showing off their creations every chance you got. The counter hid your body from the waist down but he would wager your pants matched your top.

He snagged a cooked shrimp from a platter sitting on the counter and bit into it. "I decided to eat dinner out-sidee of my room today."

You weren't buying his excuse and moved the plate out of his reach.

"Dinner isn't ready yet." You narrowed your eyes at Joker. He was up to something. You just didn't know what yet.

"Great! When it issss ready.. you don't have to bring it to me. I'm right here." He mentioned.

You leaned over the cutting board to study Joker more closely.

He looked at ease but his emotions could switch at the drop of a hat. You had to be more careful around him and consider everything that he did had an ulterior motive.

"And you'll sit there and behave?" You asked.

"Mhm yes ma'am." Joker purred.

You scoffed (quickly dispelling how his smooth voice seduced your brain) and picked up your knife to cut a lime in quarters, but waved the sharp end in Joker's face at the last minute.

"And you won't get in the way while I cook?"

Joker wished he was listening to you but his focus was on the knife you waved in his face.

Your grip was so pathetic, he could disarm you easily. He could see the grit from this angle– you kept your weapons sharp, but there was no spark in your threat if you didn't use the knife correctly.

Seeing you with a knife in hand did things to him. He chuckled following the blade with his eyes as it made quick work of the citrus on your board.

"Mhmm.."

You looked up, finding his nonverbal response odd only to find Joker gazing intensely at your hands.

He eyed them the same way he did you in the shower earlier and that made you tense up in realization. Yup, this wasn't awkward at all. You were trying to cook dinner and your roommate was getting turned on by your knife work.

You just sighed and squeezed the lime juice into your sauce and kept it moving.

True to his word, Joker didn't bother you that much while you cooked. He asked a few questions when you began wetting the rice paper for the spring rolls and you caved letting him prep a few just to see how he would do.

Much to your shock, Joker was a great sous chef. He taste tested your peanut sauce and made a suggestive comment about it being too thick for dipping.

You laughed and added more water until your critic approved of the consistency, sexual innuendos and all.

He munched on the spring rolls that he made as you moved onto cooking the Pad Thai.

Everything was prepped and ready to go so you grabbed your wok from storage to begin.

"Now what's this, Y/n?" Joker stopped eating to point at the rig you were setting up over your stovetop.

"Huh? Oh! This is a wok. I think the Chinese invented it first but almost all Asian cultures use it in their cooking. It's quite ingenious really. Here watch."

He did just that as you drizzled a good amount of oil into the pan and waited for it to heat up.

One after another you added the chopped vegetables to the pan and Joker's eyes widened seeing the roaring flame that rose up to cook the food.

You worked fast but diligently adding each ingredient in some secret order that cooked everything perfectly. You paused to dump the Thai sauce Joker mixed for you in and his nose was hit with the aromatics.

His mouth watered knowing anything you touched food wise would be delicious but decided to be patient and watch you at work.

Another thing you were slowly teaching him; patience.

There was a calmness to you as your hands worked on autopilot. You were comfortable in the kitchen that much he could tell yet there was a detached air about you. Was this your escape from reality much like your writing offered you?

Joker assumed as much when you were sprinkling some kind of seed into the dish and your wrist came in contact with the side of the wok.

You didn't flinch in pain or yelp, just tossed the food in the air so that every noodle was coated evenly.

He watched as you piled two plates up with the piping hot food and finished it all with some kind of green veg and a generous squeeze of lime. You wiped the plates clean of splatter and pushed one it towards him with a smile.

"There you have it! Pad Thai with a twist!" It looked and smelled heavenly.

"Twist?" Joker asked as he dug in with his fork.

He was also learning how to use proper etiquette and table manners while staying with you.

You nodded as you turned off the stove and pushed the wok out of the way. You grabbed a set of chopsticks and walked around the counter to eat next to Joker.

"Uh yeah. I added some celery for crunch instead of topping it with raw peanuts and added a teaspoon of honey to balance out the heat."

You took your first bite, moaning at your hard work bursting on your taste buds.

Joker tensed up hearing you. Hopefully you didn't do it on purpose. If you did, then you were absolutely cruel. On another note, he was amazed by how you ate with chopsticks.

You met his gaze mid slurp and froze. "What?"

You snatched a napkin to wipe your face, thinking there was sauce or something on it when Joker asked his question.

"Do ya normally eat with chopsticks?" He waved his fork at you, intrigued.

"N-No but when I'm able to, I do. It really depends on the food I'm eating. If it's Asian cuisine, yes. With Indian or Ethiopian food I tend to eat with my hands, etc. It's just the right thing to do I guess. I'm respecting the culture and the food that way."

You shrugged and dived back into your food trying to ignore Joker's eyes watching you.

And just like that he respected you even more. He hummed and set his fork down before getting up and digging in the same drawer you got your sticks out of.

You sent him a puzzled look until he came back with takeout chopsticks and began to eat again albeit slower than before.

You could tell he wasn't the best at using chopsticks but your words carried a weight that he wanted to honor. Joker had developed some form of empathy it seemed. You smiled into your food and no more words were needed after that.

You finished a little bit after Joker since you savored each bite and tipped your bowl back to scrape some remaining bean sprouts into your mouth.

You patted your lips clean and yawned politely. "That was delicious."

"Of course it was. Anything you cook always is."

His compliment hit hard and you ducked your head, hiding behind your mess of voluminous curls. "You're just saying that."

"No I'm noT. I've never tasted anything as delicious as your cooking. You're.. spoiling me, Y/n." Joker turned his chair around to face yours.

"Remember: prison food < your food. Do the math."

You laughed and propped your arm up on the counter. "And that's why you're hyping it up because you're used to prison food. Trust me, I'm not that good of a chef." You added.

Joker strongly disagreed but spotted the burn mark on your wrist from earlier. He didn't think twice when he reached out to grab your forearm, causing you to gasp.

"You uhh burned yourself while cooking. Were ya that distracted?" He cast you a disapproving glare that you shied away from.

"I didn't notice." You meekly replied.

"Duhh. You have to be more careful playing with fire." Joker's green eyes snapped up to meet your own e/c.

His words held a double meaning and you both knew it. His hand felt like the fire that he referred to that warmed your hand and heart.

He held you with such a gentleness it sent your mind for a doozy.

How was this the same man that ordered someone's death in your bathroom? He could change from his Joker persona to an average man in mere seconds. The whiplash it gave you was jarring.

You cleared your throat and slipped your hand out of Joker's hold, standing up. "Nothing a little mustard won't fix."

He looked so confused. "Mustard?" What did mustard have to do with this?

"Yup! It has healing properties that can take out the sting and reduce scarring. Learned that from my mom and grandmother."

Joker watched you open the fridge and procure a bottle of yellow mustard and squeeze out a decent amount onto the affected area. You spread it out into an even coat and returned to his side, laughing at his reaction.

"Oh my gosh if you could see your face right now!!" You laughed even harder when he turned his nose from the smell.

"What? Once it dries into a flaky texture I can wipe it off with warm water and it'll be good as new! You'll see."

"Your family has weird remedies.." Joker said. "But they work!" You replied just as fast.

He wasn't impressed but drummed his fingers on the island counter. "So.. what now?"

You frowned at his question and drew a blank. He merely blinked at you causing your brain to think fast.

"Oh uh.. well we finished dinner earlier than expected and I don't have any other chores around the house to do. I guess I'll work on my WIP some more. Unless.." You paused and bit your lip.

"Unless whaT?"

Joker took offense to the abuse you put your lips through. A shame he couldn't stop you from doing it with his own.

"I can make you dessert?" You offered.

You didn't fully understand why you needed to spend more time with Joker when your conscience told you it was a terrible idea.

Having his company in the kitchen while you cooked was pleasant. You craved more of him by the day.

"Dessert? What do you have in mind?"

Your eyes darted away after hearing his suggestive words. Did it intentionally come out that way or were you just imagining it? A quick peak at Joker confirmed the latter.

The man was fiddling with his chopsticks trying to hold them properly. Key word, trying.

This was the person you were slowly catching feelings for. God you were so desperate.

Even if you did offer him that kind of dessert, would he even accept it? You constantly pushed him away and any man with standards would stop pursuing a female who didn't reciprocate their feelings.

Joker didn't seem the type to force himself onto a woman but looks could be deceiving.

You coughed into your palm and discreetly scooted away. "I think I have everything to make an olive oil lemon cake. Ooh and I have fresh berries to go on top if you like!"

Joker had a purple Riddler question mark painted on his face. "Did I hear that right?"

You cackled and jumped off the stool. Walking back over to your pantry you pulled out a tin of baking powder and soda along with powdered and regular sugar and a bag of flour.

Once again Joker was mesmerized by how you floated around the kitchen.

You didn't measure a single ingredient, just poured until your ancestors told you to stop and mixed everything in only one direction to prevent bad omens.

You hummed a tune only you could hear and Joker didn't dare disrupt the peace you created. The way you glowed innately made Joker clear his throat and think of something else.

You were mixing the cake batter together. That was a safe thought.

He questioned the amount of olive oil you added and how wet it made the batter but let you work your magic. Everything you cooked for him so far had been wonderful. Why would you screw up now?

The room smelled of lemons and sugar as well as the mixed berries that you were sweetening up inside of a bowl.

When you weren't looking, Joker grabbed a strawberry from the syrupy mixture and plopped it into his mouth. You turned around catching him mid chew and shook your head.

"That's why you can't stay in the kitchen. Stop eating stuff when it's not done yet!" You moved the bowl into the fridge and set a timer on the oven before returning to your previous seat.

You took the time to appreciate Joker in this cozy environment that you created for him. Did he feel at ease like how he looked?

"I didn't take you for a domesticated person Joker. You're so at ease in the kitchen." You mentioned.

You didn't see the flash of green darken out of the corner of your eye. Domestic and Joker did not belong in the same sentence unless you meant domestic violence.

Once again he became too comfortable around you and in doing so– you forgot who he truly was.

There was something about you that made him want to act normal and be a good person but he was beyond the point of normalcy.

He only knew darkness. That was his comfort, nothing else, and these two weeks spent with you was all an act to suit his needs. A stable place to come home to with hot meals always waiting on the table was something Joker would never have. And coming home to you was definitely out of the equation.

You were too good for someone like him and since it was all a fool's dream, he immediately perished the thought. He snorted and reached over to pick up the chef knife you used to cut the vegetables with.

You seriously had to stop leaving weapons out in the open for him!

Your body froze in fear as he twisted it in his hands and playfully nicked himself along the edge. A bead of red bubbled up to the surface and it looked abnormally vibrant against his lighter skin.

He sensed your demeanor change like a bloodhound. "Are ya nervous bunny?"

He heard you gulp and tutted his lips, "Come here. No seriously, c'mere." He dragged your stool closer to his.

He acted fast and grabbed your hand, (ignoring your struggles) and forced you to grab ahold of the knife. In his grasp it felt different. It was no longer a tool for cooking but one for bodily harm– a tool to destroy.

It was a miracle you kept your balance on your stool but in the end Joker corralled you into gripping the knife with your bare hands. Any sudden movement from him and the blade would dig into your palms and possibly topple you off the chair.

This is exactly what you were scared of.

The erratic way Joker's mood completely changed from playful banter to dangerous intent in a span of seconds was absolutely terrifying to witness up close.

There was a wild look in his eyes that put you on edge and his fresh lipstick widened his smile well past his scarred cheeks. His tactics in fear were doing its job.

You didn't like this side of Joker. It made your stomach roll into uneasy knots. He promised that he wouldn't harm you but... "Joker, you're hurting me!"

"Good." He squeezed your hands tighter and you whined feeling the sharp knife bite into your hands.

"Now you know how it feels."

He wasn't making any sense but the pain throbbed endlessly and clouded your thoughts. How did you two end up like this?

"Now you know how it feels."

Was this how he felt whenever you showed him kindness? If so, your mind couldn't fathom generosity bringing someone pain. It didn't make any sense. Just because you were nice and kind, a madman was squeezing a knife deeper into your hands.

Your innocent hands.

That's all you've been to him. Helpful and friendly. You opened your home up to Joker and let him boss you around while you cooked, cleaned, and bathed him only for your efforts to be all for naught.

What was the point in helping someone who was past the point of saving?

Joker thought that by causing you pain it would ease the tension residing deep inside of him. You were a distraction, a pretty one, but a problem all the same. He didn't need to feel these stupid emotions every time you were around!

In the past if he wanted to remove any unwanted feelings, he simply killed whatever or whomever was bothering him.

He wouldn't dare hurt you, but he still thought about killing you, and that made him even more frustrated.

Did he want you gone? Honestly he didn't know. At times he needed you around, but once again you made him feel weird and weak so you had to go!

But trying to push you away caused.... this.

You were hiccupping, nearly hyperventilating and your beautiful face was marred by fat tears that never seemed to end. Along with the sad visual, the smell of fear was heavy in the air.

Acidic and sharp on the nose, Joker adapted to its briny scent long ago but coming from you, it smelled all wrong.

He felt nauseous. He did this to you. And why? What possessed him to hurt a stupid but absolutely beautiful woman? What was wrong with him? Why did he feel this way? Nothing he did felt right whenever you were around.

Joker jerked his hands back in shock letting the knife drop onto the floor with a loud clang.

You gained control over your hands again but what good it did when a jagged bloody line, almost the length of your palm, rendered your hands immobile.

It hurt to make a fist. It hurt to try and wiggle your fingers. Everything was sore and red leaving you no other choice but to mourn the loss of your tools.

After all, what was a writer without any tools to create? A broken sob was stuck in the back of your throat and you struggled getting it out.

Joker emerged from his dark thoughts and reached out to help. "Y/n..."

You stumbled away from him blinking back tears. He hated to see you acting like a wounded animal, cowering away and clutching your hands to your chest. Despite his violent reputation Joker considered himself a man of his word and yet he broke his one promise to you.

He hurt you and he had no idea how to apologize.

"I uh. Y/n... give me your.. um let me seeeee."

Joker's exaggerated request made you pause and consider his words until the oven timer went off and forced you both back to square one.

Your back was to the oven and he could see the cake through the glass that smelled heavenly, all golden brown, and ready to be taken out.

He knew you'd hate it if all of your hard work was ruined by a simple misunderstanding. That's all this was. At least in his deranged mind it was.

"Y/n," he said more sternly, "I need to take the cake out of the oven before it catches fire. Move." You didn't move a muscle and he heaved out a sigh.

By default,  everyone was afraid of him so your newfound fear was nothing to an older version of Joker. He wanted you to fear him since the moment he met you. At last you treated him with the respect and fear that he deserved, so why did his victory taste so bitter?

Perhaps he came to appreciate your trust and your complete acceptance of him without an ounce of fear inside your e/c eyes.

Joker didn't know what he wanted when it came to you.

He limped towards the oven and just as he expected, you darted halfway across the room like a frightened bunny. He didn't know if he had the right to call you any nicknames right now.

He would try repairing the already unstable relationship you two shared later. He had a kitchen to save.

Joker used a towel to lift the cake tin out of the oven and thankfully the stove turned off automatically since he was clueless on how it worked. You had set up a cooling rack earlier and he set the pastry on top before turning around to check on you.

He wasn't surprised that you were gone. The moment Joker hurt you, he knew he lost you.

Okay, so maybe you overreacted just a little.

The second Joker turned to remove your cake from the oven, you bolted out of your own apartment like a coward.

Thankfully you looked decent enough for society, the same comfy cargo pants and a fan made t-shirt, but the elevator ride down to the lobby was done in pure hysterics that only dampened your overall appearance.

A kind old lady waiting for the lift had to bear witness to your gruesome sight.

"My dear, is everything alright? You look like you've seen a—"

Then she looked down and saw your hands.

Her startled gasp gained the attention of the desk concierge who rushed over asking you a million and one questions while offering to call 911.

You considered saying yes but that would lead to them asking what happened and sending an officer upstairs to investigate. They would find Joker and the both of you would be in a world of trouble.

No, you had to downplay this situation to save both you and Joker. You swallowed back your tears and smiled tightly.

"I was peeling some vegetables and lost my grip. Please. I can walk to the nearest hospital just fine. There's no need to make a scene."

"B-But Miss. L/n!" You recognized the aid, Henry was his name if you remembered correctly, still holding the lobby's main phone up to his ear. "Are you sure?"

"I'll be fine. Thank you for your concern. Both of you." You tried nudging the lady away who was still fussing over you.

"I'm going to call a car for you, miss. After all, you're one of our most prestigious residents!"

Here we go. You thought to yourself.

"Oh! You're Mrs. L/n from the top floor! I knew I recognized you from the last building's meeting! Darling you have to take better care of yourself and..."

You let her buzz in your ear until an unmarked luxury black sedan pulled into the Portes-cochères at the front of the apartment complex to make your escape. You feared she wouldn't stop talking if you didn't leave.

The same front desk worker walked you out and held the car door open for you to hop into and sheepishly smiled in apology on behalf of your chatty neighbor. He was also kind enough to instruct the driver to head towards Gotham General and sent you off with a wave.

There were pros and cons to your apartment. For once you indulged in the benefits.

You personally didn't own a car and never knew just how fast the trip from the Fashion District to The Calderon could be in opposed to taking public transit.

Traffic was inevitable– it was Gotham City for crying out loud, but given the circumstances you weren't complaining.

Trying to hold your hands steady on the subway would've been near impossible. Trying to avoid bumping into anyone on the way there might've been even harder. Sitting in the backseat of a car was a blessing.

You had stopped crying by the time the driver announced you had arrived at the hospital.

He was quick to action and opened your door before explaining he was going to park in visitation to wait.

"You're staying?"

He tipped his hat, politely. "I'm an official driver for the Grant Row building, miss. This will be a roundway trip since you are a tenant."

"Huh. I didn't know we had official drivers."

"There's more useful amenities included in your rent. I can list a few on the drive back but for now.." he gestured towards the ER entrance. "Perhaps you should go get treated."

You stepped out of the car's backseat, a thank you automatically escaping your lips in the process. Out of pure reflex, you thanked him again and watched him disappear into the parking garage.

There was no turning back now.

You weren't too keen on doctors–excluding your mother, but you needed immediate care. Your hands ached and throbbed in sync with your heartbeat and itched like crazy now that the blood had dried.

Now that you weren't around Joker, you felt silly for running away like you did. It was just a cut. Er.. actually a deep cut along your proximal digital crease that just so happened to hurt like crazy.

At least it wasn't on the meaty portion of your palm or near any major arteries but regardless, Joker knew what he was doing when he hurt you.

You wondered if this was his version of payback for leaving him hanging in the shower. If so, Joker truly lived up to his callous reputation you heard so much about on the news.

How you managed to survive this long without him killing you was a miracle. You yelled at him, talked back, scolded, and belittled him numerous times over the past week. Of course he threatened you back in retaliation but until today, it was never anything serious. You thought back to his promise made last week.

Time was really moving, it didn't feel that long ago.

"Joker... if you stay here, do you promise not to hurt me?"

"Yeah, yeah just get on with it."

Joker didn't question what he was agreeing to but he mentioned it numerous times now, he was a man of his word.

Either way, something you did or said today was the last straw for him and you dreaded going back home. But that was a worry for future you. Right now your new objective was finding a hospital employee to—

In a moment of clumsiness you bumped into hospital personnel in full scrubs outside the entrance.

Judging by her phone still in hand and the lingering smell of cigarettes, (a little ironic for a medical worker to smoke but who were you to judge?) it appeared she was coming back from her break.

She found her balance and chewed you out. "Watch where ya walkin'! All visitors are s'pposed to wait in the lobby until.."

You held up your bloody hands. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get in your way!"

Her eyes followed the motion of your hands and you got to see her work mode activate in real time.

"Ohhh-kay you're a patient then. Come with me."

Her hands fell onto your shoulders and all but forced you into the ER lobby, bypassing the patient registration and screenings to a set of doors with a sign that read, DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL.

She swiped her badge on a keypad next to the door and with a soft whoosh, sterile hospital air assaulted your nose as you entered the triage unit.

It was chaotic.

Multiple nurses and other staff sped past you with equipment you couldn't even name.

Paramedics wheeled in trauma patients with all types of ailments and injuries all in various stages of health. There were machines beeping and hissing everywhere and it didn't help that people were also talking and screaming, some moaning in pain, making the entire place loud and overbearing.

Your mind struggled to soak it all in. You memorized every last detail to use for a future book scene even as this unknown lady whisked you past the hysteria into a room quieter than the main one.

She closed the glass door, drew the blinds, and pushed you down onto a crinkly rice paper covered gurney before rummaging around in the cabinets for supplies.

You took in your surroundings. It appeared to be an office, quaint and a little disorganized, but similar to a private doctor's check up room.

".. shouldn't I check in or something?" You asked.

"Tch." She must've found what she was looking for since she closed all of the drawers and turned to wash her hands in the room's tiny sink.

"Yeah but I gotta you're the silent type so I did you a lil favor. What's ya name anyways?"

Her speech pattern threw you off. It was an accent you couldn't quite place yet. "Y/n."

She hummed and patted her hands dry and then pulled out a pair of bright pink nitrile gloves from a box hanging on the wall. They snapped on loudly inside the room.

"Oh yeah? Name's Sarai." She tapped her badge that hung from her breast pocket. You barely spared it a glance.

"How long you lived in Blüdhaven?" She jumped on a stool using the momentum to wheel herself to a stop near your side.

You almost forgot she asked you a question, you were wondering if you were being pranked. Did all medical personnel act like this?

"Uh, all my life actually. I just recently.. wait. How did you know I lived in Blüdhaven?" Your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Sarai smirked and ripped open a prepackaged kit and lined up the utensils on a rolling metal tray.

"C'mon.. I know that accent from anywhere. It's the same as mine. You're a Blüd no matter how hard ya try n' hide it."

She was right although her accent was thicker and sounded more north Haven unlike yours. They stringed words together and cut off unnecessary ones on top of talking very fast.

She held out her hands and made a grabby motion that you didn't quite understand.

"Today Y/n. I got other patients I gotta treat." If she had any gum you knew she would be chewing it loudly. You could picture her popping a bubble or two while rolling her eyes in your mind.

Her onyx hair was done up in a high bun with randomly placed brownish blonde braids running through it.

Various metal embellishments decorated the braids telling you she was eccentric outside of work. Perhaps she was an artist? Maybe a musician? She would be a perfect original character if you tweaked her character design a bit to fit your current WIP.

You thought over how to introduce Sarai into your plot as you presented your hands to her. She grimaced at the sight but got to work, making light conversation to ease the situation.

"Soo... ya walked into the ER with lacerations to your hands and dried tears on ya cheeks. Should I file a report to the police?" Sarai dabbed at your wound with a ball of cotton soaked in something alcohol based.

You hissed at the sting. "No! I promise I was cooking and thought the knife was the black pepper grinder. I'm such a klutz. It's so embarrassing."

What happened to peeling vegetables? You couldn't keep up with your lie either.

Thankfully as a writer you could craft a convincing tale about anything to anyone. And judging by how Sarai nodded and continued working, she believed your little white lie.

"Oh yeah? You'd be surprised by all 'em crazy stories I hear from people injurin' themselves while cookin'. That's why I order takeout." She inspected the cut closer now that blood wasn't in the way and grabbed a roll of gauze.

"Mhm it's not as bad as I thought. It'll heal on its own meaning... no stitches." Sarai laughed at your sigh of relief.

"Don't hold ya breath. Since it's in a tricky spot, I want ya to keep it wrapped with gauze so no infection gets in aight?"

You didn't want an infection like Joker. The memory alone made you shudder and gained Sarai's attention.

"It won't be on for long. Maybe two... three days tops? I'll send ya outta here with some topical cream to speed up the healin' process. It'll help."

True to her word Sarai smeared a clear viscous cream over your palms and wrapped everything up nice and tight with medical grade bandages.

Once she was done, it looked as if you were preparing for a boxing match.

"See? All done." She patted her handiwork and pointed at you sternly.

"Now some rules: No heavy liftin. Don't get these wet and Y/n. Please be more careful."

"Sure.. I'll try?"

She rolled her eyes, a trustworthy brown, and shoved an RX prescription into your pocket. When did she have the time to write it?

"You're all set, now get out my triage bay!" Sarai pointed toward the glass door, giving you a stern look. She kinda reminded you of your mother, just younger.

You jumped off the table as gracefully as you could without your hands to guide you and shuffled over to the door. You hooked your bandaged hand into the latch but turned around.

"Thank you Ms. Sarai."

"Nah it's Dr. Obukofe to you. Goodbye!"

She was already changing the strip of paper and cleaning up after herself but stopped to wink and give you a smile. She made your hospital visit bearable and you silently thanked her for it.

As you were walking out a thought hit you. She ushered you inside, bypassing registration and waiting thus saving you a hospital bill from your insurance.

You did a happy dance in the front lobby until a couple rushing inside eyed you.

Okay so maybe this wasn't the best place to celebrate but you only had your keys and the clothes on your back right now. You ran out of the apartment so fast you didn't get to grab your wallet with your insurance card and ID inside.

The only thing on your mind was getting far away from Joker and thankfully you had some common sense to don some shoes and grab your jacket or you'd really be up the creek.

Of course the front desk had a spare floor key but any chance of someone finding Joker in your apartment had to be avoided.

You refused to carry around a purse in Gotham because you knew it made you a target for robbers. The two jackets that were hung up by the front door always stored your main and spare apartment key for situations like this. But not your wallet.

That was your own stupidity for leaving it at home.

Without an insurance card, no non-life threatening treatment at Gotham General. Sarai was truly a miracle in disguise.

Too bad she couldn't direct you to where your driver had parked. You stepped out of the hospital and looked around trying to locate the black sedan.

Your driver said he'd be in the visitation area.

Unfortunately Gotham General was one of the main hospitals in Gotham City and had a huge parking garage for both employees and visitors with multiple levels.

When you glanced around all you could see was the drop off circle that had benches for patients to use while they waited for pickup. Decorative trees and shrubbery lined the circle and the main walkway to the hospital.

A sign pointed left towards a designated smoking area, and to the right was the pharmacy and the medical offices, etc. whereas straight led to the ER where you just left.

In short, it didn't help you at all. Where was the parking garage?

"Ugh I don't even know his name let alone how to contact him. Think, Y/n think!"

You probably looked ridiculous standing outside the hospital with bandaged hands beating your head. Hopefully no one called an orderly to haul you to Arkham Asylum.

A low honk made you look up. And just like that, you breathed a sigh of relief.

Your driver pulled in behind a silver van, waving his hand out the window. He took note of your indisposed hands and stepped out to open the back door for you.

"Miss Y/n! I must apologize for making you worry. I've been waiting for you in the garage with a view of the ER entrance but didn't see when you walked out. I hope you weren't waiting too long."

You smiled and buckled in as best as you could. He already returned to his seat and strapped in but he couldn't leave until the van decided to move.

"Oh no worries, it wasn't long. Thank you again for driving me here and back." He nodded at your words and focused on the two people struggling outside.

The van was loading a few wheelchair bound patients yet between two people they couldn't get the automated ramp to work. It would take a while for them to move.

"Um... I know it's rude of me to ask this right now but.. what's your name?" You locked eyes with him through the rear view mirror.

"It's not rude at all! In fact I should be the one apologizing. Ah, where are my manners? My name is Sebastian Miss. Y/n."

Your giggle made him turn slightly in his seat. "Did I say something wrong?"

You waved him off with your injured hand. "No, no! Sebastian is one of my book's main characters. He was in love with Thaleia until she broke up with him to fulfill her duty as a Greek goddess. It's a coincidence that you keep apologizing just like he does. In fact, while his lover was breaking his heart, he apologized and wished her success in life all with a smile on his face."

The car was very quiet after your response.

Sebastian turned all the way around in his seat to give you an unreadable look. Did you go too far with your information dump? Was he insulted or thought you loony in the head?

What if he dropped you off at Arkham Asylum? Honestly, harboring a fugitive was messing with you mentally. Maybe you were dissolving right before your own eyes. Your thoughts were running a mile a minute of the possible scenarios.

Sebastian surprised you though and smiled, "You're Y/n Y/L/n that YA author my son won't stop talking about!"

You weren't expecting this outcome. You couldn't remember the last time you spoke with a fan face to face.

"Um, that's me... What's his favorite book?"

"He loves all of your work but the sequel to WHB seems to be his favorite for now. His name is William so he projects himself into the story at times." He smiled fondly.

"Oh no.. I hope I haven't created an ax murder of your son!" You knew firsthand how the more mentally ill citizens of Gotham twisted your literature.

The last thing you wanted was to corrupt bright young teenagers into murders. Joker would love that idea, you however did not.

The van finally loaded its cargo and shifted into drive to leave the hospital's drop off circle.

Sebastian cleared his throat and moved out of park to return you back to the penthouse. He was still on duty and had to keep his air of professionalism but answered you out of respect.

"No ma'am, he studied your trilogy cover to cover well over a thousand times and he understands the reader is the true antagonist, not the characters within. I read them myself and I must say, it's a great read. You're an exceptional writer Miss Y/n."

He watched you bow your head in the rearview mirror. You were humble about your work and not some snobby, conceited writer like most in this city were. With that in mind he respected you even more.

Which made your next sentence catch him off guard. "If you want.. we can stop by a bookstore and I can sign a book set for your son."

This was one of the little joys of being a writer that you loved. Knowing people read and enjoyed your stories was one thing but gift signing made you happy too.

Sebastian stopped at a red light, at a loss for words.

"How will you sign the books Miss Y/n?"

"I'm one step ahead of you. If you turn onto Arnett Street up ahead, there's a bookstore I partnered with that has pre-signed books on hold." You offered.

And that's how you spent the rest of your evening delivering a signed book to a fan.

You stumbled back into your penthouse late.

The moon was casting silhouettes and patterns on the hardwood floors and all was quiet.

Perhaps too quiet as you shrugged out of your jacket and hung it back into place with a little difficulty. These bandages were more troublesome than you expected.

Your shoes were kicked off and you looked around wondering where your roommate was.

You didn't plan on staying out so late but after Sebastian pulled into the bookstore parking lot you insisted (threatened him really) on gifting your entire oeuvre to his son free of charge.

You partnered with this store and could purchase your own books as donations without affecting your royalties.

In your current state you couldn't sign the book flawlessly but you had a few on reserve that were already pre-signed if you failed at your attempt.

Sebastian was still trying to turn down your generosity even as he opened the door and followed you inside.

The employees on duty looked up when you entered and you answered their wave with one of your own, already knowing which aisle your books were displayed on.

In chronological order, your hard work over the past few years rested proudly next to another author's newly famous webtoon novel.

It was truly an honor to be on display here. Your work was in stock at a real bookstore amongst the big leagues!

This was the only time you felt pride in your work. You were a humble girl after all.

Your chauffeur caught up to you and you wasted no time pulling out The Greeks Among Us and a copy of your Of Tulips and Orchards, all hardback of course.

William liked his name twin so you assumed he would enjoy the main character in the novel Of Tulips and Orchards as well. It made decent revenue but it wasn't your best work.

Just recently, a middle school teacher in New Gotham added it to her required reading list, earning it some attention but none like your best selling series.

You carried the two books to the front for a worker to check out.

She nodded at you discreetly before tallying up the payment on another register so Sebastian didn't see it. She also grabbed the collector's box set of Will Hunter Bill and added it to the haul. The girl was about to bag everything when you stopped her.

"Wait! I haven't signed those yet." Her eyes flickered over to your driver then at your hands and back to your eyes.

"You sure about that?"

It would be difficult, but you were determined to do this for a fan.

"Do you have a Sharpie?" She reached into her back pocket and handed you a marker. You could sense her doubt rolling off of her in waves. You would prove her wrong.

Sebastian beat you to carrying the books over to an adjacent counter and out of the way of other patrons.

He opened Of Tulips and Orchards first per your request. If you messed up here at least it was a book William didn't care for. You could always add it to your personal library if the signature came out bad.

Despite the bulkiness of the gauze, you were able to grip the marker and sign your John Hancock just like Cindy trained you.

That handwriting class was coming in handy! Your name wasn't too big or sloppy (given your circumstances) and was legible enough to meet your standards.

You drew a little heart and filled it in and dragged the marker down in an avant garde squiggle that underlined your name. This way William would know without a doubt it was your signature.

You showed Sebastian and he approved of it as well. "He'll love it, Miss Y/n. This will be his early Christmas gift."

You moved onto the next book. "Oh please. Meeting his favorite author is the real gift. The books are just an added bonus. Does he go by his full name or just Will?"

"He prefers Will for obvious reasons. Why?" You strained your injury further to jot down a little note for the boy to find inside the book near the plot twist.

You closed The Greeks Among Us and moved onto the box set. Sebastian took them out of the packaging and set them down in front of you.

This is where things got tricky. You couldn't make any mistakes here.

You got a little creative and decided to directly quote Will's character, not forgetting to cite the exact page from memory– and added your whimsical signature. The test run in Of Tulips and Orchards was worth it. You could still use your hand underneath the gauze but it would hurt later due to overuse.

You added a footnote in the third book and casually dropped a hint about a fourth installment to drive the poor boy insane. You'd deal with Cindy scolding you later.

"There." You finished personalizing all five books and handed them back to the bookstore employee to wrap in special packaging.

You also picked out a few bookmarks and other little trinkets for Will and added them to his gift haul while you waited. And like any dutiful father, Sebastian followed you around the store pointing out things he knew his son would like.

After the books were gift wrapped, the two of you returned to the car where you took off to deliver the gifts to the unsuspecting boy.

It was exciting for Sebastian to go inside and tell his son there was a surprise waiting for him.

You heard a woman's voice speak up along with a second, most likely a daughter, before Sebastian opened the door for you to enter his home.

It was an elegant Victorian style with a red front door but filled with warmth and memories. You could tell a family of four lived here comfortably.

Toys were strewn about tastefully and various syllabus and other school work was scattered on the dining room table long forgotten when alerted that a guest was here.

When Sebastian said his son read your books you assumed the boy was in high school. Imagine your surprise when a little boy no older than fourteen entered the living room running straight into your legs.

Puberty hadn't kicked in yet, making him crane his head all the way back to meet your eyes. It took literally one second for him to start freaking out.

His brown eyes lit up like fireworks in slow motion. "Y-Your.. your... no! You're!!"

You laughed at his correction mid sentence and decided to tease him a bit.

"Easy now. Don't spoil all the fun before it truly begins."

As you expected, he fangirled (sorry fanboyed) and turned to his parents who were watching the moment unfold with curious eyes. "S-She quoted Will Hunter Bill to me! Oh my god!"

The girl rolled her eyes and pushed past her swooning brother to extend her hand out to you.

"That's my nerdy brother William. My name is Camilla. It's a pleasure to meet you."

It was far too proper for such a young child and you faltered, glancing at your driver for the day. "Uh.. are you British or something?"

"I am." The lady standing next to Sebastian spoke up and in that moment the posh names made sense.

She sounded prim and proper like the fellows across the pond and looked the part too. Her hair was neat in a combed back style to show off her teardrop pearl earrings that paired beautifully with her tweed skirt suit and heels. She screamed political housewife.

Everything was clicking into place but you still had some probing questions.

You dismissed the thought and patted Camilla and her mother's hand. They weren't offended when they saw your bandages but they silently judged you for it.

"You have a lovely family Mrs...?" She beamed at the chance to boast, "Where are my manners? Margaret! Margaret Fernsby."

Yup this wasn't weird at all. The whole family was modelesque and proper except for William.

"Right. Uh.. anyways. Will, um I brought you something! Actually your father did since it was his idea." You tossed the man a bone but he didn't jump into the conversation.

"That's so cool! You ramble just like in your blog posts and interviews. It's kinda like your signature ya know? Like the way you use proper grammar but deviate into street slang in the same sentence. It's really awesome!"

"William." Margaret whisper yelled.

It made you pity the boy by how he jumped and cowered into a shell.

This family was perfect, a little too perfect, and he was the obvious black sheep in the way he dressed, down to his preference in using American verbiage. It was no wonder he loved your stories. They were an escape from this cookie cutter family.

"I apologize, Miss. Y/n for speaking out of turn. It's not every day my favorite author arrives at our doorstep. You mentioned you brought a gift for me?"

You cringed verbally. Camilla frowned in her seat on the couch and you could've sworn Margaret's eye twitched.

"I did. It's ah.. well it's better if I show you. But seriously drop the robot talk around me. How old are you anyway?" You asked him.

"Twelve."

Cue your shock. Sebastian spared you the awkwardness and coughed into his fist gaining the room's attention. He handed Will the boxes. "Here you go son. Thank Miss Y/n properly now."

Will looked at his family and then back to you. He wanted to mind his manners but this was a once in a lifetime chance. He would deal with the punishment later.

"Woah it's heavy!! What's in this thing?"

You were glad he made the right choice. Now the author's note in the final book, 'never fail to be yourself, even if the world hates you for it' was the right decision. You knew when he read it the boy would get emotional.

Camilla rolled her eyes each time Will got excited opening his new books. Her and her mother didn't understand the hype over paper.

Watching a young fan go bananas over a small act you did was heartwarming. Will sat in the middle of the room in near tears, clutching a hardcover. He looked up and met your soft gaze.

"Can I hug you?" Everyone except you tensed at the request.

You were used to this at book signing events and other random meets around the city. Granted most people asked for a selfie or a handshake depending on their age, you honored any and all requests.

With arms spread open wide William lunged at you, not letting go.

Margaret let her son's loose language slide after hearing the pure joy in his laughter.

She knew her son was reserved. He kept to himself inside his room, surrounded by books and didn't have many friends outside of his book club at school. No activities besides reading roused his interest but today was the first time she saw her son truly happy.

Whoever this woman was, she had unlocked her son's former joy and brought it out for the world to see. She watched her son hug his favorite author and shared a look with her husband.

Maybe they were a little harsh on the boy in trying to be perfect. The best private schools and etiquette classes did nothing for him when it squandered his happiness.

Starting today they would start going easy on him and Margaret decided to go big or go home.

"Y/n is it?" You parted from Will to address his mother. "Yes?"

Margaret hesitated but reluctantly decided, "Would you like to stay for dinner? It's almost finished and I take it William has a lot of questions to ask you."

"Can she mom? Really?! Oh Y/n, please stay! I have so many questions I need answered! Are we getting a fourth book because Hunter finding the connection to our world left us a very ambiguous ending and Will could be being pardoned for his crimes if everyone finds out their all pawns in a bigger game of chess. And what's the deal with Mrs. Puckett? Is she working with the reader or is she..."

"Breathe, you idiot." Camilla rudely interrupted.

Will took a deep breath and dived back into his query without missing a beat.

You were amazed and a bit concerned. The boy did his plot analysis thoroughly. He reminded you of that cult following online, in the way he fired off theories and ideas with startling accuracy.

He was getting blue in the face again so you stopped him just like his sister did, but a little nicer.

"Slow down... take a deep breath. I already ate dinner but I would love to stay and discuss WHB with you further. If that's alright with your parents."

The look Will gave his parents was comical. They had no choice but to agree. That or have a son hate them forever.

Dinner was perfect and the conversation was deeper than Gotham City's property debt.

To your surprise, both Will and Sebastian asked you questions about your stories.

Not wanting to be left out of the conversation (you got the impression Camilla was an attention seeker), she asked a few questions here and there but it was done out of duty as co-host and not out of genuine curiosity.

You answered but it was short replies that came off frosty so she knew you didn't appreciate her snobby attitude.

She made a comment that being an author wasn't a real job and although she was right, successful authors accumulated royalties based on the sales and success of their work. It wasn't a 9-5, but you loved your job and it paid very well.

You shut her up real good when you mentioned you lived in a penthouse near the Fashion District after Sebastian asked if you were ready to go.

Both her and Margaret's heads popped up in intrigue but you ignored them to give Will another hug.

It was a school night and you had long overstayed your welcome. You told him to message you anytime on your blog to discuss the plot and even extended an exclusive invite into the community. He hugged you tighter and thanked you over and over before walking you to the door.

He wished you a smooth recovery and you sheepishly nodded while holding your hands together.

Eating at dinner was so awkward with your two useless hands. How did Sarai expect you to eat?! You dreaded brushing your teeth later tonight or using the bathroom. Your nightly routine was screwed for the next few days.

Now you were home and it was still awfully quiet as you stepped into the living room. The tv was off and Joker was nowhere to be found.

Hours had passed since the knife incident and your heart did a pitfall straight to your stomach thinking that he left.

What if he was really gone? You mourned and rejoiced the thought at the same time.

"Helloooo? Joker, are you still here?" You were walking towards the kitchen–  your bandaged palm resting on a light switch when you felt a presence behind you.

In the same amount of time it took to flip the stove overhead lights on, Joker covered your mouth and spun you around.

Your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and immediately saw green. Deep, intense jade stared straight into your soul. You wouldn't have anything to say regardless if his hand covered your mouth or not.

Your fear of Joker faded in the time spent away from him. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, blah blah blah. Right now the warmth of his skin was your anchor inside of this kitchen.

"I'm going to move my hand and you're noT gonna scream.. alright?" You bobbed your head rapidly.

"Good." Joker's hand slipped away from your face leaving a rush of cold in its absence.

He stepped back to take you in. You looked the same, save for your hands being wrapped up like a mummy. The sight alone made his chest tighten. How could he forget that he hurt you?

"Geez Joker you scared me! Why are you lurking around in the dark?" Before you could finish your sentence Joker sent you a sarcastic glare. "You're right. That's kinda your thing. Then what are you waiting in the dark for? Shouldn't you be in bed or something?"

The clock on the wall read a little after eleven on this Wednesday, though it seemed much much later with the stressful day you had. In your search for the time, your eyes took in the state of the kitchen.

Spotless, without a crumb or dish in sight.

"What the...? Joker? Did you clean up?" You distinctly remembered the many pots and pans you used to make the Pad Thai and spring rolls, not counting the various baking tools also used to make the cake that was once scattered around the room.

Nothing remained. Your kitchen hadn't looked this clean since the day you moved in. You turned around to face Joker, still not believing your eyes.

He merely shrugged and made his famous huff; not a sigh nor a grunt, just a noise only Joker could pull off. It fit his fickle personality perfectly. You didn't know if it was his affirmative or negative response and had to pry a little to find out.

"But how? I know I was gone for a while but I mean.. do you even know how to wash dishes? No offense."

None taken judging by his head tilt.

Yet you were unsatisfied by his silence. "C'mon Joker! Did you call the on-call maid service downstairs or what? This place is spotless!"

There was a maid service? That information would've come in handy hours ago but it was all in the past.

He had enough of your pestering and decided to change the subject by backing you into the wall. He looked down and grabbed your hands the same way he did hours ago sans a knife. You winced at the reminder and automatically begin to fear him.

It darkened your e/c eyes and Joker would have none of it. He liked your eyes wide and bright filled with mirth.

"I did this." Joker stroked your hands over the gauze and you nodded slowly. "And I can do it again, far.. far worse. I wanted to hurt you more but.." He stared off to the side, missing the panic flash across your face.

He found his resolve and squeezed your wrist where the gauze ended and began. "I can do far worse to you Y/n but I won't. Never again." He vowed.

"How can I trust you?"

The only sound inside the room was the low hum of the fridge kicking on and the loud thumping of your heart.

He had no supporting evidence. Nothing he'd done in the time he knew you gave you a reason to trust him. But Joker had a sliver of hope that you would anyway.

You were a good person like that. He sighed and rested his forehead atop yours.

It was official. Your heart is beating a mile a minute and louder than the white noise inside the room.

The intimacy displayed here escalated higher due to the darkness. You felt every brush of skin, heard each of Joker's soft but deep breaths. You were stunned at this version of Joker. He was... sweet.

A soft pressure, so gentle you thought you imagined it settled on the crown of your head before disappearing. Joker stepped back and in the limited light, you could see his eyes shift from your hands up to your lips.

Did he just kiss your hair? Were you dreaming? You were forced out of your thoughts by Joker's voice caressing your ears.

"You don't have to. I'm going to bed.. uh don't wait up." Your hands slipped out of his and swung near your sides, useless now that he wasn't holding them.

"J-Jo.. wait."

But he was already halfway down the hall leaving you alone in the kitchen with a clouded mind and a heavy heart yearning for his touch.

[newsfromacrazyworld]

IRGC strikes leave grieving husband with life or death decision over son’s fate

IRGC strikes leave grieving husband with life or death decision over son’s fate

9 hours ago

Fazel Hawramy and Layal Shakir

ERBIL, Kurdistan Region - Blood was pouring down Zanyar Rahmani’s head and stomach as he observed the chaos unfolding around him after Iranian drones and missiles forced young and old to flee for their lives into the hills surrounding their refugee camp in northern Iraq on Wednesday morning. Around a dozen children still in their school uniform took cover under a rock.

A few hours earlier, Rahmani had noticed a drone flying over the camp on the outskirts of Koya town in the Kurdistan Region. They were on high alert as the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC), recognized as a terrorist organization by the United States, had shelled the border area for several days. 

Rahmani had been a Peshmerga of the Kurdistan Democratic Party of Iran (KDPI) for ten years and had tied the knot with Rayhan Kanaani about two years earlier. She was a secret member of the KDPI in western Iran and crossed the border to join her husband.

The couple was preparing for an important event - the birth of their first child. She wanted a son, but Rahmani hoped for a daughter.

"We agreed that if it was a girl I would name her and if it was a boy she would name him," Rahmani told Rudaw English on Thursday morning with still plasters on his head. Kanaani had chosen the name Wanyar, which means “educated” in the Kurdish dialect of Hawrami.

Like every mother-to-be, Kanaani bought Wanyar plenty of clothes. "She often held up the clothes and smelled them," Rahmani recalled as he tried to control his emotions.

As her due date - October 3 - neared, Kanaani and Rahmani grew more excited to meet their unborn baby.

Rahmani was on duty at 6:00 am on Wednesday morning, manning a checkpoint at the camp. When his two-hour shift ended, he went home to his wife. "She felt very homesick," Rahmani observed. The couple had no immediate family members in the Kurdistan region. "Please embrace me," his wife said and Rahmani stayed home for another 45 minutes consoling his wife before heading to a meeting.

Meanwhile, the protests that started with the death of Mahsa Amini while in morality police custody in Tehran were growing.  The IRGC blamed the Kurdish parties including the KDPI for a violent unrest that had engulfed the country for nearly two weeks.

"We will not allow the formation of any threats in our surroundings," IRGC Deputy Commander for Operations Abbas Nilforoushan said on Tuesday. "Wherever the counterrevolutionaries establish bases and become a source of operations against the security of the Islamic Republic and the Iranian people and try to coordinate or lead terrorist moves they will be targeted. The bases that we targeted recently had the greatest role in the riots of past days."

Rahmani had been very active on social media following the death of Amini, like hundreds of others who spoke against the Iranian regime and Amini on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook. His phone buzzed as he was walking to the meeting with his comrades. It was a message on Instagram from an account called “Joker,” threatening about revealing his identity, as well as other Kurds, for their role in the deadly protests against the Iranian regime.

Then, all hell broke loose and Rahmani’s gnawing feeling of the IRGC striking them came to life.

The head of Iran’s Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC) forces General Mohammad Pakpour was just across the border of the Kurdish areas in western Iran with loaded missile launchers and suicide drones. It was the beginning of a military operation against Iranian-Kurdish opposition groups, codenamed “the Prophet of God,” a reference to Prophet Mohammed.

US forces stationed in Erbil watched as about 73 missiles and dozens of suicide drones passed through Iraqi airspace. They did not take any action except when one drone was spotted heading to Erbil, where the American forces are based.

“At approximately 2:10 PM local time, US forces brought down an Iranian Mojer-6 Unmanned Aerial Vehicle headed in the direction of Erbil as it appeared as a threat to USCENTCOM forces in the area,” the US Central Command said in a statement. 

The Kurdish opposition parties were aware of the IRGC’s anger towards them and had taken precautions to avoid large casualties in case of deadly attacks on them. However, they could not move hundreds if not thousands of women and children to a safe refuge.

“There were explosions and my ears started buzzing,” Rahmani recalled. He could only remember two of the explosions and had no memory of the third one that hit his vicinity after 10:00 am. He was wounded.

He was familiar with IRGC’s missile strikes as he had survived the 2018 ballistic missile strike on the same base miraculously, where he lost a close friend. He had been a school bus driver and went to a mechanic's shop after dropping the children at school when the missiles struck in September 2018, killing at least 13 people.

With blood dripping down his body, Rahmani could not help but think of his wife and their unborn baby this time.

"I tried to hide in the chaos around me to avoid my wife who had come out of the house," Rahmani said. "I did not want her to see me in that state as it could have been threatening for her and the baby."

At least 13 people have died and 58 others have been wounded, according to the Kurdistan Region’s health ministry.

But the inevitable happened and his wife saw his bloody face and shirt. Within a few seconds, she slumped to the ground and collapsed.

Rahmani picked her up from the ground and placed her in a pickup truck while a few women accompanied him, rushing to the hospital she was scheduled to give birth in. Kanaani had suffered internal bleeding as a result of the Iranian strikes.

"You need to sign this document," one of the doctors told Rahmani, handing him an official paper to permit the health staff to operate on his wife.

"We cannot save your wife but maybe we can save your child” were the last words he heard before the doctors rushed Kanaani into the operation room, but it was a late arrival for both of them.



Kanaani had died and Wanyar opened his eyes to a world empty of his mother’s love. The one-day-old baby had also suffered perinatal asphyxia and his fragile body is struggling to send oxygen to his brain.

“Only his heart is functioning, his brain has stopped working. The hospital is waiting on me to make the last decision, to decide whether he should live or not,” Rahmani said in a desperate tone.

The 28-year-old father has to decide whether his baby should be taken off the oxygen machine or let him live with severe disability and a life expectancy of five to seven years.

"Last night the doctors said that they would take him off the oxygen machine, but it was too much for them and they did not have the heart to do it and they left it to me," he said.

The IRGC has continued making threats and warned that it would continue targeting the opposition groups “until they are no longer a threat.”

Rahmani sobbed as he rose from his seat to go to Erbil’s Jumhuri hospital to do the inevitable. “I do not know what to do,” he said and placed his face in his both hands crying.

Dilovan Mohammed, Head of Erbil Health Directorate, told Rudaw late Thursday that the newborn baby has passed away.

 

Updated at 7:35pm

 

© Copyright Rudaw 2022. All rights reserved.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Coulrophobia 6

Requested by anonymous for Coulrophobia 6 but i don’t know if the story can continue or whatever how about some jokerBatdad spending some family bonding time with the bat/joker fam

No one ever informed you how hectic being a public figure was going to be.

At least back in your stand-up days, nobody knew who you were.

But now, with Gotham starting to become actually a rather nice place to live, it means you and your family are finding less of a reason to go out on patrol.

There are still crimes, but there's not a supercriminal every week and even the more minor crimes are actually being handled by the police, and if not the police, then the Joker Gang.

You're far better off than you were, wow, so long ago now, when you first went into the vat.

You've redeveloped somewhat of a sense of boundaries, and you no longer burst out into inappropriate laughter - at least, you do so less often.

your skin and hair have completely returned to normal by now, and you've begun to feel comfortable in the Manor. For years, you had only been happy in the Batcave, but now... it was like you were returning to, not normal, but... feeling healthy.

You help Dick practice his trapeze and acrobatics, drilling all your kids and Bruce on how to fall properly, how to make your movements less predictable

You work with Prank to perfect his gadgets and tactics, and help Harley with her hammer

But more often, lately, Bruce has been letting you drag him out of the Batcave up to bed and letting you keep him there, and its much less of a struggle than usual

This helps you bond more with Jason and Damian, actually - you all have to struggle with returning to a normal that you've never really had.

And Bruce has to confront the idea that Batman may no longer be needed

It's an idea that is both fearsome and enticing, and Bruce wonders what it says about him that you voice his very fears when you tell him how scared you are that without being the Joker, you're just a traumatized crazy man.

Bruce simply kisses you that moment and goes to shut down the Batcave. "You were never the Joker, my love. He was you, and you are the most beautiful man I know. One who always puts a smile on my face. I don't know what we're going to do now, either, but I do know we'll do it together.

For a few weeks, everything is... peaceful. You and Bruce make sure a couple of people on the street who you've been profiling get some Batsuits and gadgets, and enough of them take to the streets to keep the Bat alive, even if it is no longer Bruce under the cowl.

The first month, Jason becomes the Bat and Tim his Robin, and for the first time, you stay home. Dick stays home. Damian stays home.

You spend the whole night in bed with your husband - it's hard to sleep when you've conditioned yourself over a decade to sleep during the day in shifts and you're stunned when morning comes and you haven't gone crazy.

Yes, there are times when it gets boring, but even this boredom feels like a gift. After years of overwork, having so much less to do feels illegal, somehow, but it's true. You spend time with Bruce, doing things you'd never have done otherwise because of the lack of time. You get to make up for lost time with Damian and Dick - and when Jason and Tim finally work the vigilante out of themselves, they join you.

Two weeks after Jason and Tim have retired, you and Bruce are visited by Clark Kent - whom Bruce has deduced is truly Superman, and Diana Prince, Wonder Woman.

They ask you both to join in on a plan to form a Justice League, to push back other supervillains.

Bruce wants to... badly.

But you. You've done so much work to cope with your trauma, to turn it into something beautiful. You've inspired Gotham, the world, with your resilience and strength. And now, you've found yourself a rest. You've done what was needed, more than what was needed. And Bruce can't take that from you.

He swore that night, during your grief for Jason, that he'd never lose you. That he'd do whatever that took.

And that means giving up Batman.

You don't let him decline - but the two of you join only in advisory capacity.

So you help out Bruce sometimes as he shows Diana and Clark how best to help people help themselves, giving little pushes where needed and taking down the worst of the villains

And the rest of the time, you spend it with your family, becoming... normal.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yandere Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane w/ Horror Author!Reader (platonic)

A part 2 to something I did awhile ago that you can find here.

Jonathan is well aware of you and your books. Hell, he would go as far as saying he was your original #1 fan before that clown ever knew you existed. He, unlike Joker, couldn’t care less about the blood and gore in your works. No, Jonathan was more enamored with the terror and fear you were so good at portraying in your material. He’ll proudly tell you how some of your works were able to cause him some form of anxiety or distress.

His favorite books of yours to read were the psychological thriller/horror ones. Anything that had to do with the fear of the mind was golden for him. He liked seeing how you went about mentally and or emotionally scarring your characters. Jonathan would really get immersed in whatever you came up with. He was eager to see what you’d throw at him next.

Jonathan is very much under the impression that you write your books solely for him. He’s delusional enough to believe he’s the only one who knows about you and your writing. Jonathan fees like he knows you on a personal level not only from reading your books but also from stalking following your social media and whatever else he can find in regards to you.

He studies your books, every single one. Taking notes, annotating and highlighting specific things that could either use more research and detail or that inspired him. He was honestly surprised by how accurately you portrayed and described certain aspects in your stories. You really went out of your way to research and find whatever you could on whatever subject you wanted to introduce.

Your books may have even encourage him into becoming the Scarecrow. If that’s the case then he’d owe a lot to you and your works. You’ve helped him into discovering his purpose and that purpose is to spread the fear. He wants to do good by you and what better way to do that then to spread the terror and anxiety that you try to induce into your books.

Jonathan writes to you religiously. He sends you fan-mail after fan-mail, you don’t even have to respond but he would be so euphoric if you did. It started off with him just writing to you about your books and whatever ideas he thought you might be interested in. Then he started writing to you like one would write to an old friend. Jonathan will write about his day to day, his whole week before sending it to you. Whenever something comes up the first thing he does is write it down to send to you later.

Jonathan also takes to keeping journals; both about his own ideas for your books and about his progress with whatever fear toxin he’s working on at that time/his overall discoveries of fear. Once he fills every page in the journal he’s working on them he’ll send it along with his weekly stack of letters.

It would take Jonathan some time before he felt comfortable enough to personally visit you. That goes for your book signings and any other events you may take part in. The first time he did ever go to a book signing of yours and made through the entire line to meet you was the best day of his life. Sure, he was nervous as all hell but he was on cloud 9 by the time he left. He’d beat himself up over all the times he stood in line only to puss out and leave before he could meet you.

The first time he ever visited you at your home was as Scarecrow. The whole time he had to keep himself from fainting, not to mention fanboying. It was a dream come true really, not only to meet someone he highly regarded but also to be in the presence of where you come up with the most thrilling and terrifying of your works. To say Jonathan was inspired was an understatement. He was completely and utterly enthralled.

Much like Joker, Jonathan will become a constant presence. You’ll find him in your home in the dead of night more often then not. You can’t count all the times you’ve woken up to the Scarecrow looming over you, just watching. It was definitely a frightening surprise the first time it happened but it did leave you inspired. And Jonathan couldn’t be more happy to be of help towards your creative endeavors.

When Jonathan does inevitably end up back in Arkham your works become his solace. He may even try to start a book club dedicated to you and your books only but it wouldn’t last long. Jonathan can’t handle any negative criticism towards your books. Or any criticism for that matter. He would end up killing or at least maiming anyone else involved in his book club. At least now he knows that it’s better off with him being your only fan. That is until he finds out Joker has been raving on and on about you and your books as well.

As much as Jonathan commends Joker for his taste in literature he can’t accept Joker’s connection to you. He hates it really. He doesn’t believe a single word out of Joker’s mouth regarding how close he says he is to you. Or when Joker talks about all the books he’s both inspired and helped with. A deep seeded rivalry would surely ensue. And it gets pretty petty.

If you have written to or are writing to Jonathan while he’s incarcerated he will most definitely use that as ammo when he and Joker inevitably get into their daily argument about who is your biggest fan. Jonathan’s argument being that at least you write to him or that you’ve been in correspondence with him longer than Joker. Either way Jonathan and Joker couldn’t ever be friends not even for you. That doesn’t mean they don’t at some level respect each other’s dedication to you but that’s not going to keep them from fight and trying to one up each other.

One thing that is for sure though is that all of Arkham will not only know who you are but they’ll know all about your books too. You may even end up with some new fans. Or they may just decide to stay away from anything that has to do with you if Scarecrow and Joker are involved.

Jonathan and Joker have both pulled up at your book signings, both wearing questionable disguises (Jonathan’s at least look less flashy compared to Joker’s). This especially happens more often then not after they’ve gotten out of Arkham. It’s a fight on sight with these two. They’re shoving and pushing each other getting only more intense and downright unfair as they get closer to you. It gets to a point when Joker pulls out a gun and Jonathan has his fear toxin at the ready. Everyone else around scurries to get the hell out of dodge and then Batman pulls up to stop it, grabbing a signed copy of your book while he’s at it. When Jonathan and Joker are together it always ends the same; with them back in Arkham.

If you thought that was bad then just wait until they both end up at your home at the same time. With a house at least they’ll have more room to tussle and you can go somewhere else to work and leave them be. But in an apartment you’re stuck trying to work around them as they tear your place apart. And of course Batman is a constant presence as well, coming to take your biggest fans away giving you some much needed peace and quiet. Only for the cycle to start again in a few days.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Heaven is not waiting for me anymore

Clark Kent x Male!Reader Kent

Request - where y/n is the son of Clark and Lois from the injustice universe. He has kryptonite in his system where he is unable to use his powers because clark (injustice) made an example of him so he can show fear. After that he has been cold to others and distance with people including Barbara who he has feelings for but so much has happened. So he has to relay on martial art from training. with bruce, he also has a bat suit. He also have a deep hatred for his father (injustice superman).

Earth 2- Injustice Universe

You lost your mother Lois because of the Joker. Your father Clark snapped, he became a different person. Now he is starting to kill criminals and doesn't care about anyone or you. He doesn't stand for hope anymore now he stands for destruction. You feel that you lost both of your parents, you don't wear the symbol of hope anymore.

You made a plan to stop your father. You didn't think fully out the plan, but you have kryptonite inside a gun. You are half Kryptonian and kryptonite is still your weakness.

You have been tracking your father, he is about to kill a criminal robbing a bank. But you stepped in and punched him in the face. Everyone saw what you did, they take out their phones and start to record. Now you and Clark start to fight each other.

“You are destroying everything! You are no god!!” You yelled.

“I am a God. Everyone bows down to me and you would bow down to me” Clark said.

You take out the gun, you pulled the trigger. But he used speed to grab the gun and there is one bullet left. Now he will make sure everyone will watch what he will do next. He has his hand around your throat, you are struggling to breathe and tears go down your face.

“Anyone who tries to disobey me or think they can kill me, this will happen!” Clark yelled.

He aimed the gun on your chest and pulled the trigger. Everyone is in shock at what happened, he throws you to the ground. You are in pain and you try to use your powers but can't. Barbara arrived at the scene, she used Batarang to distract him. He left and Barbara picked you up and takes you to the bat cave.

---

A week later...

You have been in a coma for a week, Barbara and Bruce have been taking care of you. You wake up and you see Barbara looking at a computer screen.

“What happened?” You asked.

She turns around and walked towards you.

“You have been in a coma for a week. The kryptonite was close to your heart. You lost a lot of blood and it was too much kryptonite in your system” Barbara said.

You touch your chest and you see the scar. You sighed and she gives you a cup of water.

“Thank you, Barbara. But I have to go” You said.

“Your father thinks you are dead. Don't do anything stupid, you almost died and if it happens again he would kill you” Barbara said.

“He needs to be stopped,” You said.

“I know. But he is stronger than you, you are thinking reckless” Barbara said.

You take out the iv from your arms and take off the hospital gown. She gave you a hoodie and sweat pants.

“Where are you going?” Barbara asked.

“Dont worry about me,” You said.

She watched you walk away and she called Bruce and told him what happened. You went to a rundown motel and you want to be alone. Your father thinks you're dead and he is still killing criminals, no one can stop him.

Days went by, you didn't leave the motel room for anything. Barbara didn't check up on you, she wanted to give you space. And she has been busy with Bruce designing a suit.

You are in bed watching tv, you hear a knock on the door but you don't get up. She starts to knock louder, but you don't move.

“Y/n! Open the door now” Barbara yelled.

You sighed heavily then got out of bed and opened the door.

“What!?” You yelled.

“Are you done with the pity party!?” Barbara asked.

“How did you find me?” You asked.

She walks in and you closed the door. The motel room is a dump.

“Wasn't hard. I put a tracker on the hoodie you left with. I know you still want to stop your dad, so come with me” Barbara said.

“Why should I? Plus he still thinks I'm dead” You said.

“To train. You are still weak if you went to fight him now well he will break like a stick” Barbara said.

“Fine,” You said.

You leave with Barbara, she took you to Bruce’s mansion. You and Barbara have feelings for each other, you told her, and you were going to ask her out but tragically struck. Her feelings for you haven't changed but she wants to be there for you. She wants you to open up to her but you won't.

“Y/n, how are you,” Bruce said.

“Why do you want me here?” You asked.

“To help you train and stop your father,” Bruce said.

“Okay,” You said.

---

Bruce and Barbara started to train with you in Martial arts. Today you are fighting against Bruce, Barbara, and the League of Assassins. Some are friends with Bruce and they agreed to train you. They are pushing your limits, they don't let you rest. Any mistake you make will let you know and make you train harder.

During the night, Bruce is training you with weapons. Barbara shows you how to use the weapons, you did struggle to fight with weapons. Bruce and the league of assassins easily knocked the weapons out of your hands.

After training Barbara would want to spend time with you, but you would lock yourself in the bedroom. She gives you space and she goes back to the bat cave.

“Here is your dinner, master y/n,” Alfred said.

“Thank you. You don't have to call me ‘master’, Alfred” You said.

“Master, y/n you shouldn't hide from the world. Yes, you are going through a tough time but that doesn't mean you can't be happy in the end. You should let yourself grieve for your mother, she was a wonderful woman and she was strong” Alfred said.

“I wish everything didn't change,” You said.

“We all feel the same way. But now you have a chance to create the life you want a new one. what would your mother say right now?” Alfred said.

What made you think what he said, he walks out of the room. You start to eat the food and keep thinking about what he said.

✯ ✬ ✫ ✬

A few weeks later...

Bruce and Barbara have been designing a suit for you. They finished with the suit and they watched you test out the suit. Last few weeks, you were training from dawn until the next day. You mastered fighting with weapons and learned new combat moves. You are still distant from Barbara, two days ago you got into a huge argument with her.

You are still in love with her but you want to protect her from your father. You don't want to see Barbara get hurt.

“What do you think of the suit?” Barbara asked.

You take off the helmet.

“I like it and I can move in it,” You said.

“You are okay with the symbol?” Bruce asked.

“I like it,” You said.

The suit is all black, the Batman symbol is red, the eyes are red, the gloves have sharp claws, and the suit protects you from kryptonite. Barbara and Bruce start to suit and you put the helmet back on.

---

You three found Bruce in the city, you stopped him from killing someone.

“Son, you came back from the dead” Clark said.

“This ends today,” You said.

“I see you are wearing a new symbol -”

“You ruined the legacy of being a Kryptonian!” You yelled.

He used heat vision to attack you but you dodged it. Now Clark is fighting you while Barbara and Bruce are trying to get the citizens away from the fight. Clark punched you and you hit the ground, he used speed to grab you by the neck.

“This time I will make sure you are dead,” Clark said.

“You are not the same father that I used to have. He is dead to me!” You yelled.

You took out, you tased him, and he lets you go. You and Clark used heat vision at the same time, you used more strength to not fall. You throw Batarang at him and it started to explode.

He fell then you start to punch him in the face over and over. All the anger you have for him starts to come out. You take out the kryptonite dagger and you try to stab but he has his wrapped around your hands.

“Y/n! Y/n don't kill him” Barbara yelled.

“He deserves to die!” You yelled.

“That is an easy escape for him! You are much better than him, don't become like him” Barbara said.

Something clicked in your mind.

“I want you to suffer until the day you die. I lost my mom and my father” You said.

You moved away from him and he starts to stand up. Bruce played a video of Lois on the big screen and starts to watch, you your father cry.

The moment where Clark held Lois before she died.

“I can't lose you” Clark cried.

“I will always love you, Clark. I will always remember you and y/n, please be there for each other. He is going need to you. Tell him, I love him...”

You start to cry and it would be the last time you hear her voice.

“Son, I am sorry for the chaos I caused,” Clark said.

“I don't believe you and I will never will. You killed my friend Shazam and many others. You are lucky I didn't kill you because of Barbara. This is the last time you will see me” You said.

You take out the Phantom Zone projector and you sent him to the Phantom Zone.

✯ ✬ ✫ ✬

Time Skip...

You and Barbara became an official couple. She makes you happy and you carrying boxes into her apartment. You are going to live with her and she is very happy about that.

You and Barbara sat on the couch and she gave you a peck on the lips.

“So happy that was the last box,” Barbara said.

“Now we have to unbox everything,” You said.

“How about we go get something to eat and we do it later?” Barbara said.

You kissed her on the lips.

“Sounds good to me,” You said.

Later, you and Barbara spend half of the night unboxing everything. You did use speed to do it faster which Barbara is happy about. You and Barbara would save the city together but you don't kill criminals who rob a store. You would kill if it's a life and death situation only.

[xjoonchildx]

greedy | myg x reader | epilogue: bases loaded

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 1.3K

notes:  thank you endlessly for reading, reviewing and sharing this story. i’m so in love with this tough-but-secretly vulnerable yoongi and you’ll never know how happy it makes me that you guys love him, too. i hope you enjoy how the story ends. either way, i’d love to hear from you! please send me an ask here and tell me what you think.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | EPILOGUE

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Fuck, it’s hot.

The forecaster called for a high of 91° today, but he must have missed that mark by at least a hundred degrees.  There is no breeze and absolutely no respite from the unforgiving sun here in the cheap seats.

The Lions batter connects with the ball -- finally -- and Yoongi winces as he watches it sail right over the foul line.

Beneath his sling his arm feels sticky, itchy. 

He’d love nothing more than to rip that sling off and go to town on his arm with his fingernails, but any moment now you’ll be back from the concession stand.  You’ll probably hold his hot dog hostage if you catch him.

So Yoongi tries to focus on the game, not the itch.  But the game sucks and Yoongi curses under his breath when the next Lions batter flies out on the first pitch.

Nine weeks ago, Yoongi never would have guessed that surgery would be the easy part. 

Going to sleep for a few hours and letting doctors cut into his skin and bone turned out to be a breeze compared to everything that’s come after.  The physical therapy has been grueling and painful.  Simple tasks like dressing and showering, even pouring a bowl of cereal have become a complete pain in the ass.  

He’s not sure he could have gotten through any of it were it not for you.

By now, he’s lost count of the ways you’ve taken care of him.  Lost count of the meals you’ve cooked for him, the loads of laundry you’ve done for him, the very, very creative ways you’ve come up with to make love to him.  He’s probably due for a new couch at this point. The damned thing started creaking last week.

So he’ll buy a new couch. 

He’ll buy a hundred new couches if it means you come home to him at night.

The days of arduous physical therapy are long forgotten when you shower and slip into bed beside him.  When you warm those forever-frigid feet against his under the covers and curl into his side.  When you wake up in the morning and make coffee and tell him wild stories about strange objects you’ve pulled from someone’s strange orifice the night before.

That’s how most nights go.  But not every night.

So it’s not enough.

It’s not enough because no matter how much Yoongi gets of you, it’s never enough.  He still wants more.

He walked to the drugstore before the drive to Daegu today.  He bought you a brand new toothbrush, one of those fancy electric ones with all the bells and whistles.  And he’s been waiting for the right time to tell you all afternoon, appreciating your pretty eyes and sunburnt cheeks.  

Waiting for the right time to tell you that he really wants you to stay.

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“Wow, that line was brutal,” you mutter, and Yoongi looks up from beneath the rim of his snapback to find you balancing two hot dogs and a basket of fries in your hands.  You drop carefully into the seat beside him, grinning.  “I thought I was going to have to fight this kid for the last ketchup packets.”

Yoongi can’t help but grin back.  

The game sucks and the heat sucks and his arm sucks -- but you?  You definitely don’t suck. 

“Can’t get arrested for fighting kids at the concession stand, Doc,” he teases.  “The lockup here in Daegu is not exactly swanky and I can tell you that from experience.”

He reaches over with his one good arm to steal a french fry but you wrinkle your nose, pulling the basket away childishly.

“The hot dog is yours.  These are mine.”

“Wow,” Yoongi huffs.  “You’re gonna deny a one-armed man french fries?  That’s dirty.”

 “I’ve seen your bloodwork, Min,” you shrug.  “It’s time to back off the cholesterol.”

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head.

“So how’s it going?

“Bears are still up by five,” he sighs.  “Can’t believe I waited my whole life to watch them play this shitty in person.”

“Poor thing,” you tease, cutting your dark, sparkling eyes at him.  You begrudgingly hold a french fry out to him; a greasy consolation prize.  “Okay, fine.  I’ll give you one.”

Yoongi leans into you, pretending to go for the fry but stealing a kiss instead.  

“Sneaky,” you breathe, lips soft against his.  “But I’ll allow it.”

“Nothing to allow,” Yoongi smirks, grabbing the fry out of your hand.  “I already got it.”

You smile, turning away to look out onto the field.  

The stadium is nearly empty by now, most of the hometown fans leaving after the 7th inning when it was clear this game was headed straight into the toilet.  A Bears batter hits a line drive that whizzes right past the Lions shortstop’s glove and Yoongi claps a hand over his face.

“Swear to God, they haven’t had a season this bad since I was nine years old.”

You tut and hand him another fry.

“Namjoon offered me a job,” you announce, eyes still on the field.

Yoongi freezes, mid-bite.  

He knew this was coming, of course.  Namjoon had taken him aside one afternoon and spelled out his plan to extend the offer.  Yoongi knowing all too well that the Gajog has never been in need of a full-time doctor.  The offer is a gift, an extension of family protection.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t know,” you grumble, rolling your eyes.  “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Okay, fine,” Yoongi grins.  “What did he say?”

“He said he’d set me up with a clinic space,” you murmur, watching another Bears lineman crack a base hit.  “Unlimited supplies.  Nurses, if I need them.  And he said he’d pay me more every year than I think I’ve made altogether since leaving medical school.”

“So are you gonna take it?” Yoongi asks carefully.

You’re quiet for a moment, dark eyes serious before turning to him.

“No.”

He knew that was coming, too.  

“I’ve worked really hard for this,” you say softly.  “And I want what I’ve earned the right way.  This isn’t judgement on you or them, but it’s not for me.  You understand, right?”

“Of course,” Yoongi says and he means it. You press your lips to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.

Secretly, he breathes a little sigh of relief.

He likes that you’re his piece of peace separate and apart from family business.  He likes that you’re his oasis away from the ugliness and bullshit that come far too often in this line of work.  He likes that you’re not some hand-me-down from a mothballed church widow or an act of charity from Kim Namjoon.  

He’s earned this thing with you all on his own.

“Doc,” he whispers, planting a kiss in your hair.  “I need to tell you something.”

“Go for it,” you whisper back.

“I bought you a new toothbrush.  It’s super fancy.”

You pull away from him, feigning shock.  “How fancy are we talking here?”

“Like, two hundred settings.  Video calls.  Takes bitcoin.”

“Ooh, that does sound fancy,” you breathe, smiling.  “What’s the occasion?”

Yoongi takes your hand into his, laces his fingers into yours.  

“I want you to move in with me,” he murmurs.  “If that’s what you want.”

You go quiet on him again.  Only this time, your mouth quirks into a soft smile before you lean in to press it to his.  You kiss him slow and unhurried, lips tasting like peanut oil and salt, and in that moment Yoongi decides it’s his favorite flavor of you.

“So is that a yes?” Yoongi asks, grinning when you pull away.

“Yeah.  That’s a yes.”

You both turn your heads when what’s left of the crowd starts to boo.  The Bears have just loaded the bases, top of the ninth inning, no outs. 

“This game is terrible and it’s blazing hot,” Yoongi groans.  “We should go somewhere to cool off.  And celebrate.”

“Hmm,” you sigh happily.  “What do you have in mind?”

“If you’re up for a walk, I know a place nearby,” he murmurs, planting a kiss behind your ear.  “Great milkshakes.”

You smile.  

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