#Stalker!Joker

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what if reader was a pop star?...... maybe they meet because j was planning on terrorizing one of her concerts, but maybe j is captivated by her so he scraps his plans that night. and maybe he would start stalking her socials / start showing at any shows or interviews she has? maybe this is ooc but i was kinda imagining a little but of a obsessed/stalker j. but you can write whatever, i'll like it no matter what 😌 and i hope you have a great day/night!

His Lighthouse: Judge the Cover (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Judge the Cover- Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

Hey hi anon!!! I gotta admit, I love a stalker!Joker concept! This is the first out of three stalker asks that I have in the inbox! I didn't see Joker being obsessed with a pop icon so I did change your request around to fit the narrative! I hope you enjoy anon, if not let me know and I'll try again!

Just pretend that I'm not on break.... here's a oneshot! Now I'm seriously off and taking a break (narrator: Chaos is lying) from writing and giving myself some detox me time! Love you all and enjoy the story! Watch someone asks for a part two 🥴🤭🏃🏾‍♀️

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You took the world by storm overnight. A video of you singing a song you wrote went viral and it subsequently launched your music career. People were amazed at the vocals you possessed, and they couldn’t get enough.

They also fell in love with the whole teenage pop star image you had going on. It had been decades since the industry had a star of your magnitude, so naturally the press went wild. Your sweet almost angelic demeanor played a huge part feeding their appetite.

It was the reason why Joker (at first), despised you. He hated people like you and what you represented.

So naïve, all smiles and sunshine ignoring the cruel reality of the world.

Your PR coverage was over the top and Joker was forced to see you everywhere. From launching your new album, to being the face of a popular makeup brand, the same that carried his favorite lipstick mind you! You even cameoed in various tv commercials and attended award shows to gain publicity.

At this rate you were in the running to win Best New Artist of the Year.

Hearing your name was unavoidable yet oddly enough, Joker had yet to hear your music in its entirety. He couldn’t stand another second of you to bother finding it on his own.

For all intent purposes you made yourself an easy target with the thousands of fans you had attracted. It was almost concerning just how many you accumulated in such a short amount of time. It didn’t matter; the more the merrier.

Joker immediately set his sights on sabotaging your biggest show happening right here in Gotham City.

He tuned in to watch your interview where you promoted your upcoming tour. As always, you were adorned in white, like an angel and smiling wide.

“Yeah! I’m like super excited! Honestly, it really doesn’t matter how old you are. I just want everyone to come out and enjoy themselves in the music, and.. yeah!”

Joker wanted to kill himself after hearing you babble on and on. Did you even answer the interviewer’s question?

In Joker’s eyes, you were just a dumb teen desperately wanting to be famous. From your bimbo demeanor to the crisp white you always wore, you were asking for this to happen. Joker would have fun watching the horror he planned to create, drive you insane.

You waved (with both hands like some idiot) at the camera as the tv reporter wrapped up the segment.

“Well, you heard it here first! Y/n will be kicking off her world tour starting here in Gotham City. Tickets are on sale now!”

They played a snippet of one of your songs as your album cover appeared on screen. Joker missed it when he turned around to address his goons, although he heard the cringe worthy sound that you called music.

It sounded like something retail stores played on repeat. Good thing he never listened to your garbage.

“Is everything ready for our own uh per-form-ance?” Joker asked. He eyed the other three men at the table.

One looked positively bored, while the other two kept themselves busy on their phones.

“Yeah, but are you sure you wanna target a concert? It's not really your style.” Mac mentioned while texting their explosives handler for the goods.

If Joker wanted to blow up a stadium, they needed a big shipment of TNT.

Neo looked up from his own device, “I agree with pretty boy here. S’not much mayhem to cause at a concert, Boss.”

He chuckled hearing Mac’s grumbled ‘F__k you.’ No doubt they would’ve bantered back and forth if Frost didn’t intervene. He hit both men upside their heads before speaking up.

“If J wants to go then we’re going. Mac, have the explosives ready and you,” he pointed at Neo. “Score us some tickets.”

“How the f__k you think I’m getting us four tickets?!” Neo shouted. Couldn’t they just sneak in for free?

Mac cut him off with a wave. “Just smash the ticket manager or something like you normally do. Ooh I want backstage passes!! I heard Y/n’s groupies get perks if you know what I mean.”

The two of them were at it again but Joker paid them little mind. His focus was on perfecting the chaos he would bring to your show.

The time had come to kick off your world tour. You were super excited having completed promo after promo in person and even more online. It was time for your hard work to be recognized.

You wanted each concert to be over the top and nearly identical to your music videos. Your team worked tirelessly to craft the perfect show that would showcase it all.

From small props to special effects, just about anything was at your disposal to make this tour legendary and for a good reason. This was your first album, Judge the Cover, and you had high expectations to exceed.

You weren’t some one hit wonder. You were ready to stamp your mark on the music industry.

You wasted enough time shaking off your pre-show jitters. You nodded at your crew. It was showtime.

The entire stadium was pitch black; it was a miracle everyone found their designated area without injury. Neo pulled through and got Frost, Mac, and Joker perfect advantage seating within the crowd. If everything went according to plan, there would be no need for backstage passes.

The stadium would be reduced to rubble in the next hour.

Joker and his crew communicated through earpieces and waited for the show to begin and ultimately, end in disaster.

Suddenly a lone spotlight cut through the darkness and shined down on you. You were walking in wearing a custom white number that revealed your legs and the sky-high heels that you wore. Joker didn’t understand how you walked so casually in the tall platforms, but you perfected the skill and made it look easy.

You stopped mid stage and the spotlight caught on your diamond stockings, making them sparkle. You were lost in the moment, humming to yourself and pretending that there weren’t thousands of people watching your every move.

The soft hums sounded like an angel on earth and the crazy part, you weren’t even trying to sound good. For all Joker knew, you were just warming up. It didn’t make any sense to him how angelic your voice sounded.

Apparently, the humming meant something because the crowd went wild in anticipation. A backup dancer appeared out of nowhere and offered you a hand-held mirror.

“Thank you!” You said in a dramatic falsetto.

You admired yourself in the mirror, turning it this way and that, as if this was the first time you saw yourself.

Joker however wanted to kill himself. Was his plan worth all the hassle if he had to sit through this crap? He wanted to skip the annoying music part and start murdering people! Was that too much to ask for?

Frost and the others had already blocked the exits; they were just waiting for Joker’s signal. They had to be out of there before J hit the detonator. Finally, you gasped at your reflection and started singing. It was gonna be a long concert just by hearing the intro.

“There’s no sweeter feeling than the one you gave me last night.”

It was classic pop music. Fun and catchy but it didn’t leave a lasting impression on the listener. Nonetheless you continued.

“I’m openly believin’ that you’ll love me just right.” You posed for the crowd at the exact moment all the sound in the stadium ceased.

Joker was confused since the crowd went deathly quiet too. What was going on?

He was even more puzzled when you resumed singing acapella. He could tell something was off here. You sounded completely different.

Now that he thought about it, he’d never heard your music before; just the snippets played from your promo interviews, and it was always this lovey dovey crap that made him turn it off.

He was in for a surprise.

“All is well in love n’ sex but babyyyy I wanna tear apart your flesh!” You screamed out the lyrics and smashed the handheld mirror.

The glass breaking was the cue for heavy drums and guitars to back up your vocals as you performed your opening song with haunting clarity. He was not expecting that. What happened to your catchy pop music? Did he crash the wrong show?

He didn’t take his eyes off you as he spoke into the earpiece, “Uhhh, are we at the errr right Y/n concert?”

Mac was the one who answered. “Yeah? There’s only one Y/n I know of with those sets of pipes.”

Joker was then reminded of your album’s title, Judge the Cover. It all made sense now. Wow he was an idiot.

He was in utter disbelief. He completely misjudged your character.

You weren’t a teen idol for wannabe it girls. You were a fallen angel singing ballads of carnage and depravity. He was taken back by your dark lyrics, but he slowly became utterly obsessed.

You paired your ethereal voice with chilling lyrics all to create an outlet for wayward souls to woo their forlorn lovers with.

Joker wasn’t in shock; he was mesmerized, and he wasn’t alone.

You captivated your audience with each bell ringing note and you used the stage like a personal runway. Your dress billowed behind you like pseudo wings and sold the pure image you carefully crafted. Never judge a book by its cover. Good girls are into dark things too.

Sometime during the performance, a dancer passed you a bejeweled mic and you wielded it like the powerful sword it was.

The white stage lights turned bright red while fog and sparklers erupted in tune to your song selection. It was a complete 180 from your PG intro.

Joker honestly forgot he was here to cause mayhem. You caused enough all on your own.

He tuned out Frost yelling in his ear about the missed signal to watch you crawl on your hands and knees further down the stage. Your voice took on a desperate wail as you reached out to your fans in the front row, “Baby don’t fall for meeeeeeee!”

They screamed along to your song and freaked out at the mere brush of your hand against theirs.

Only your whisper-like voice was heard in the stadium. “I’ll breathe in your love; I’ll cherish it so! I’ll make d__n sure you’ll go out slooooow....” You hushed to the crowd.

Your fans were screaming their hearts out when they saw your lead guitarist emerge from the dense fog. Everyone waited with bated breath for the upcoming guitar solo. The rent was due and they knew Jason would deliver.

Joker was not jealous of the chemistry you had with your guitarist, but when you singled out a fan in the crowd and devoted your attention on him, Joker was seething.

Your mic picked up his heavy breathing with how close you were, and the fan looked ready to pass out when you caressed his cheek.

“You know who I am! You know how this goes, you know you want this, trust me, I know you know you know! Soooo!!! Give in.... give innn... baby pleaseeee. C’mon accept it n’ give in! Give in! Give in!”

Jason played the most sickest guitar solo that Joker ever heard as you sang in the background— your voice literally sounded like a whistle; it was so high.

You were letting the audience’s energy feed your live vocals and it was the perfect blend of sultry and divine. Avid fans fell in love with this live version over the studio’s, it sounded so good!

The haunted ballad faded into a transitional mashup of your songs and you pushed your fan away as if you didn’t make him cum in his pants. His favorite artist serenaded and practically begged him to give into temptation! The poor guy fainted into his friend’s arms, but you were already halfway across the stage to care.

More controlled fireworks went off as you and your dancers moved into position.

“F__k the censorship ban! Gotham City make some noise!!” You said to hype up your fans.

All it took was the first notes of the song to play and everyone went wild. Joker was shocked when you giggled into the mic, “He’s every woman’s man!”

The lights flickered dramatically as a woman moaning played through the speakers. You were heavy on visuals and die-hard fans went insane, knowing what song was queuing up.

Your dancers moved in a circle around you to cover up the quick dress change you were undergoing.

Scenes from your music video played on the big screens to distract the audience. When you emerged, Joker’s eyes widened at your outfit.

Your corset dress was cinched tight, and you looked every bit like a Barbie doll just wrapped up in crime scene tape. How you were able to breathe was a sheer miracle. “Back by popular demand! Use... me.... up!”

A few dancers felt you up as the stage was set ablaze to your most controversial song. It was the first time many in the crowd heard the track after it was banned and taken off the air for its highly inappropriate lyrics.

It didn’t bother Joker; he simply couldn’t look away from you. Screw bombing the arena. He didn’t care that you changed his plans. You were a sweet vixen; a walking contradiction that he needed to understand.

He had to spare you and see what else you could bring to the table.

And so, his obsession began.

A week after your kickoff concert, you were interviewed by a popular radio host. Gone was your dark angel alter-ego. You were back to your bubbly self, sucking on a lollipop.

“Welcome to Metropolis, Y/n! I wanna jump right in. There are reports that there were bombs! Live explosives at your concert the other day in Gotham. Did you know anything about that?”

Joker was already tuned in and listening, but he leaned in further to gauge your reaction. He took up watch every interview you had (past and current) to learn more about you. He was dying to know which version of you was the real one.

He followed all your socials and even bought fan merch while at your concert, much to Frost’s dismay.

They had one job: blowing up the stadium! Not becoming captivated by your performance and sparing the lives inside. And Frost didn’t expect his Boss to follow you across the country on tour either.

Joker said he was checking up on his strongholds in other cities but it was all an excuse to see you perform. He had yet to miss a tour stop.

You brought out something unhealthy in the clown.

Joker found himself changing all of his plans after watching you sing. He needed to seemore of you. Thankfully, you were big on sharing way too much information online.

Joker found out that you were older than he originally thought. You had been singing since you were little, and Judge the Cover was your first professional album, but you had more singles/EPs sprinkled throughout the years that led up to your fame.

He fell in love with your album cover. It was heavily inspired by The Two Cherubs at the bottom of the art piece, Sistine Madonna. Your hands were coated in blood as you stared up into the clouds. It was an ingenious double meaning.

Joker thought you were a visionary, a master in your prime. He had to meet you and pick apart your brain.

Either willingly or by force with fatal consequences.

You finally answered the host’s question with a squeal, “Omg no! That was so not planned! But it’s a bummer really. We were all having fun, blissfully unaware death could’ve taken us any minute. Now I kinda wish they did go off.”

You smiled wide, scaring the interviewer who wisely moved onto the next question.

Joker was enthralled that you liked his botched explosion plot.

You wished that the bombs went off! Just when he thought you couldn’t be more perfect, you go and flatter his work! Now that he knew you possessed a dark mind, he began to ponder other alternatives rather than murdering you.

Maybe he could sabotage your next show for real this time. Or maybe sneak backstage and surprise you in person? He was dying to see you face to face. You had the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen and the kindest eyes.

Joker felt the need to protect you. Like for starters, from this radio show host.

“Some might say your entire album is controversial. After all, most of the songs are heavily censored with more beeps heard than actual music. Does that impact your ability to perform in anyway?” He asked.

You didn’t like the question and for a while, you just stared at the host in silence. He was about to repeat the question when you removed your sucker and sighed.

“Honestly, it doesn’t make any sense to me. Other artists can sing about sex and twerk on stage but when I do it! Fully clothed, mind you, it’s a problem! But whatever. Do you think I should be censored, Zack?”

Your tongue swirled around your cherry sucker and the reporter cleared his throat, watching you intensely.

He tried to reply but your actions were making that feat impossible. To make matters worse, you batted your lashes before you sucked the lollipop back into your mouth. It was a display of innocent seduction.

Joker and the host were hypnotized. “I uh.. ahem. But your lyrics aren’t about se..” Zack uttered.

You cut him off with an eye roll, “Ugh if it’s a problem, I’ll pay any fine sent my way! I won’t let some dumb censorship stop me from performing my passion. Like, my fans have no problem with my lyrics!”

You unintentionally leaned forward to scratch your ankle, but it gave Zack and the audience full access to your cleavage.

“I don’t get how I’m the bad guy. I mean, look at me!” You pouted.

“Oh I’m lookin’…” Zack mumbled. He cleared his throat and focused the rest of the interview promoting your tour with its upcoming show here in Metropolis and your remaining stops.

All in all, it was a successful interview that showcased your sweet (and unpredictable) personality. You were blowing kisses at the camera as the radio played your stark contrasting music.

You were a completely different person than from a few nights ago. Joker was one hundred percent enamored. Your stage presence was a force to be reckoned with and it was locked away behind a sugary sweet demeanor.

You had to be a paradox or at least a rare case of a split personality disorder. He loved every bit of you regardless.

Joker was curious about this censored music of yours and searched for your official website. He had to sign in to confirm his age to access it. He used Neo’s login, and it welcomed J back to the home page. It seemed like everyone was secretly a fan of yours.

Joker clicked on your album’s play now button. He was shocked to see your talents went far beyond just singing.

You were an excellent director with your music videos being visual masterpieces. He got around to the censored content and arched an eyebrow at the lyrics common folk couldn’t seem to appreciate.

Okay... most of it was dark but nothing to freak out over.

Your tastes were alternative, but it wasn’t worth the huge censor advisory and media bans you were subjected to. He should pay a visit to the record label and have a little talk..

Joker didn’t see the issue until halfway through the video you were seen writhing on a bed in pleasure. Now that was unexpected.

Even if it was fake, (it wasn’t) you looked gorgeous on your back. You sang to the camera while an actor proceeded to thrust into you.

‘Ha ha ha! Jokes on you! I want him badly and secretly so do you!’

The lyrics wouldn’t have caught Joker’s attention if not for the fact that the actor had green hair (the same shade as his), and the way you sang “Ha ha ha” was identical to his own laugh.

It couldn’t be a coincidence. Suddenly, Joker’s obsession with you was justified. You had a crush on him.

Interesting.

The rest of the song played on as background noise as Joker’s phone went off. It was a notification from your social media page that he subscribed to.

You made a new post.

‘Blah blah blah legal tape blah! Good news, I can sing Love Thine Villains on tour now!! We already have the choreography somewhat worked out. Any suggestions? Halp!’

Two seconds later, you posted a video. Joker never clicked on a link so fast. He was an addict when it came to you, he had no shame about it.

You were shown at rehearsal with your band mates. Joker smirked at the casual attire you wore. It was still your signature all white, but the cropped graphic tee and yoga pants served you well. However, he noticed that you were rather short without your heels on.

You and some back up dancers were gathered around trying to work out a dance routine for the newly added song.

“I was thinking a step step turn, and.... bend.”

One of your dancers did just that and it allowed for a male dancer to come up behind her, holding tightly onto her hips. Her hands were flat against the floor, and it made quite the suggestive sight.

Another dancer nodded and did the exact same dance routine with her partner, but you weren’t fairing so well. “Ugh! I can’t sing in this position...” You groaned.

Everyone in the room laughed hearing you wheeze into the mic until the camera violently spun towards your lead guitarist, Jason.

“You didn’t have a problem crying out last night, Y/n. Need some help baby?” He came over to offer you a hand.

More laughter was heard when you refused his help and fell. “Shut up Jason!”

Joker’s right eye was twitching by the end of the video. Was it said in a joking manner or were you actually in a romantic relationship with your guitarist?

Joker had no problem killing the guy but then your tour would be ruined, and he didn’t want to upset you. He had to find out before he started killing your band mates left and right.

Within seconds Joker was on social media, hunting for evidence.

You and Jason were inseparable and took photos frequently while on tour, but Joker dug a bit deeper and found a private post of the guitarist sucking faces with some blonde that dated back a few months ago.

In a sea of comments, he found yours. ‘Eww like too much PDA bro.’

Some fans also put Joker’s suspicions to rest with side comments if their own.

‘Y/n is so tired of Jason’s foolery so tiied’

‘Sibling love at its best <;3’

It was the green light for Joker to spare the musician’s life and focus his sights back on you. You were heading to Star City in two weeks and what better time to stop by and say hello than your last stateside concert?

Mac sighed into the comms, “Soooo we’re not blowing up the arena... right? We can enjoy the show?”

The four men were again at your concert only this time not with the intention of sabotaging it. Frost wished to be anywhere but here, yet he used the opportunity to bring his daughter Genesis since she was a huge fan of yours.

They settled in comfortably in the front row.

Mac was totally confused on the night’s agenda and roamed the sections to spend his time. Neo was last seen flirting with one of your dancers near backstage.

And speaking of, The Clown Prince had already snuck through and flooded your dressing room with good luck flowers. J hoped you had time to see them.

There was so much commotion going on backstage, he doubted you had the time. Something was going on that caused the show to be delayed but you couldn’t tell from the lively atmosphere in the crowd.

After a while, the spotlights followed you walking on stage and much to Joker’s delight, you were carrying a large bouquet of roses with you.

The crowd burst into cheers at the sight.

“Nahhhhh but like?” You held up the roses for the arena’s drone camera to capture. “They’re so pretty! I love roses but I think everyone knows that already.. If you can’t already tell, I’m distracting y’all with a lil chitty chat. Yeah. Imma keep it real. We’re having technical issues because Star City’s electrical grid is s__t!”

It didn’t matter that they were waiting for over forty-five minutes. Everyone respected you as a person and your honesty regarding the situation.

You shifted the roses over onto your hip and walked further down the stage.

“Like? We did a final sound test last night but ugh! I dunno if there’s a bad fuse or maybe the Karens who banned my music is out to get me..”

You rolled your eyes, and someone whistled in the crowd.

“Y’all saw the post! They don’t want me to perform this new set! F__k that! We got a fire lineup for y’all once when get straightened out. Gonna spice it up to make up for the wait ya feel me? Jason’s gonna be shirtless.. I’m singing better than everrrrrrr and... ow.”

You yelped and Joker’s heart sank to his stomach at the sound. Were you okay? Did someone hurt you when he wasn’t looking?

Someone close to the stage shouted and got your attention. The bouquet of roses still had thorns on them and it tore through your dress, slashing your stomach.

The stage lights highlighted the rapidly spreading blood being soaked up by your white attire. It looked worse than it really was.

“Oh that’s so metal! My roses cut me!” You laughed and waved off medical that was rushing to your aid.

“I swear whoever left these in my room is mad romantic! That letter? The level of passion? I gotta a secret admirer y’all and he’s so sweet! OOH! I know how we can kill some time!”

Joker was trying to calm his racing heart. You read his letter? You.. you thought he of all people was sweet? Was this a dream?

You called for your band mate to come on stage. “Hey Jason! Get you’re a** out here! I wanna sing something off the dome.”

Nope, this was a nightmare. Joker hated your guitarist with a passion. The guy was too flirtatious with you to be just friends.

Your fans instantly burst into hysterics as your friend emerged, (as promised) shirtless with his guitar. Jason kissed your cheek and spoke into your mic. “Your bleeding babe.”

You scoffed and noticed his chest was oily. “Bruh what is this? Baby oil? Boy if you don’t get yo… just gimme a chord. I wanna sing something while tech gets us back online.”

He flashed you a cocky smirk. “You know like it, angel.” He fiddled with his guitar strings.

Joker hated when he called you angel even though it was your moniker. It was an honorific not something to be said so casually! You were an angel in Joker’s eyes, and you deserved more respect!

You and Jason locked eyes and started nodding at the same time when he strummed out a moody RnB beat. “This good?” Jason asked you.

You nodded, “Yeah, like that.” You hummed along to find a good key. It was the only warning your fans received before an impromptu concert began.

“Hm.. ayyy okay. Roses and thorns hurt the hardest when they’re given unofficially. I wish the lover I have locked away so privily, would just come forward and give what I crave so unabashedly... or unequivocally, baby please. Huh. I wish I had his love.”

You let the word love float throughout the stadium, straight into Joker’s ears. He froze like a statue in the balcony section as Mac and Neo hooped and hollered in his ear.

“Ahh!! She got the hots for ya boss!!”

“D__n, she can sing! Bag her boss! Immediately!”

Frost put an end to their rowdy chatter. “Shut up! She ain’t done.”

By then, your drummer and bassist joined in on the jam session.

Your fans were in awe of the raw talent and waved their lit cell phones in a sea of lights. Who needed all the bells and whistles of a concert when this makeshift tiny desk show was everything and more?

Someone had a hold on you and those unrequited feelings were crawling out of your chest. As luck would have it, your admirer was present and avidly watching this all unfold.

Your bouquet of roses was squeezed tighter to your side, aggravating your wound and more blood seeped into your dress.

You came back on the mic with a guttural groan felt by all.

“Cuz I can’t feel no pain when our lovin’ ain’t front page! Don’tcha see? You mean the world to me, but you remain hidden and tucked away in exclusively. I ain’t right to hide this spark of electricity— so I plead. Please come forward. I promise baby I won’t scorn ya.. I don’t care bout the scars that adorn ya.. but ya gotta come on forward. I swear to do us right after we’re in the light.... but baby I plead.”

Tears were running down your cheek as you lifted the bundle of roses towards the spotlight overhead.

Little did you know, you were locking eyes with Joker hidden in the shadows. His eyes were wide like saucers.

“These roses and thorns hurt the hardest when you don’t conform, to the promises you wrote to me in the dark, yeah, you’ll see. Can I plead? Baby, take these thorns away from me! Baby take the pain you wrought on meeeee and we’ll be..”

Just then, you heard the set manager give the all clear through your earpiece. The show was back on.

“Aight that’s it, that’s it.” You waved off the hype from the crowd.

Jason nodded to the others to wrap up the impromptu beat. With a final solemn note, the song was over.

The crowd lost their minds and rightfully so. How did you do that on the spot?! You came out of your fog, breathless and smiling wide.

“Oh I hope someone was recording, that kinda went hard, lol.” You wiped away your remaining tears and hugged Jason for a job well done—ever mindful of the roses still in your hand.

You took a deep breath and addressed your fans. “Y’all ready to start this concert or what?!”

The lights came on blood red as the special effects finally went off on cue. Your fans screamed back their answer as your dancers flooded the stage and launched right into the proper opening song.

It was as if you didn’t confess to an unknown lover and make a new single on the fly. Your talent was unmatched, yet it wasn’t an act.

It was real emotions being sung tonight. A conversation spoken between two fools secretly in love.

Joker went out on a limb and confessed his feelings through a letter— and you reciprocated that feeling back tenfold.

You, who were cherished and loved by many, accepted Joker and his flaws, all without meeting him. He didn’t deserve an angel like you. If he came forward as your lover, he would only tarnish your success.

Joker would rather admire you from afar than ruin you up close.

He was okay with being your stalker forever in the shadows, but that was unacceptable to you. It didn’t matter that you never met Joker, you felt his presence at every show and wanted his toxic brand of love all for yourself.

The bombs were his morbid way of getting your attention. The anonymous online user who threatened all of your naysayers was his way of protecting you and tonight, the sea of roses (that smelled faintly of gasoline), was his way of showing that he cared.

How could you say no to a man like him? Your secret admirer was a better suitor than all the shallow men in the music industry who only wanted to date you for publicity.

It was lonely being famous; no one warned you about that and Joker’s heartfelt letter and the thousands of roses was the first act of love you received in years.

You didn’t care that he was a stranger. You could overlook him stalking you. It was kinda hot the level of passion that he held for you. Something about this guy drawn you in like a moth to a flame.

You liked playing with fire, and so you took a chance.

You wrapped up your concert with a final statement, “And to my stalker bae! You know where to find me. That is.. if you want me. Goodnight Star City! Your grid is still trash!”

Your security team would have a heart attack fighting back your crazied fans, but Joker was up for the challenge. He studied their pattern and knew how to get around your security.

When you were his, Joker would assign his loyal goons to keep you safe. Joker would protect his angel with his dying breath.

He knew exactly where you would be tonight, and he wanted you badly. Tonight, he would finally come forward and meet his angel.  

[catwouthats]

“But he doesn’t love him. It’s just a bromance; he’s just super obsessed and infatuated with him!”

*Slams Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi in your face along with Harley’s infatuation with Joker and how they made that romantic and literally EVERY fucking straight stalker story that is AUTOMATICALLY ASSUMED AND STATED TO COME WITH AT LEAST ONE SIDED ROMANTIC FEELINGS and then runs*

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

wait where/how did they leaked the street name??

bojan mentioned in an interview that they lived in a mews and i know he wouldn't have known what that was if it wasn't in their street name haha. i am familiar with north london, where they lived, and it was easy to work out the road he meant

[hotcat37]

Cooking rn (working on a Jance fic)

[hazzybat]

So Joker Out are in Berlin and I happened to be at the Berlin Gate right as Bojan posted the insta story.

I did not meet them or see them but I did see and meet J.C Stewart which was a bit surreal cause it mean JO were just super close somewhere.

I was so close to them. I was in the same spot as them. What the fuck.

[kachinga12]

Joker Jacob with Harley tannia

[speckeltail]

idk meta about my interps of riddler and aaron and what it means for them and how they treat each other

spinning off in my own little world has yielded what I am absolutely sure to be an only slightly insane interpretation of tb!riddler; this is someone who's been dismissed, belittled, scapegoated, used countless times, whose inflated sense of ego is... yes, an inflated sense of ego, but also a cover for an insanely damaged self-esteem and general inability to connect with other people. he's defensive of his interests because they've always been mocked until they're useful, he's defensive and selfish with his skills because when he works for someone else and does as he's told he's accustomed to taking the fall. he doesn't trust when people are nice to him because he's been primed to see it as an attempt at manipulation... and he worked as an operator for a carnival game in what I see as his late teens + early twenties while he was getting his degree, so he knows full well what it's like to be manipulative. being an operator for a fun little carnival game where the fun of playing is the real prize is different from leading someone on and stealing their work, though. the biggest similarity is that the games are rigged from the start and only an idiot wouldn't see that (he didn't see that, what does that make him).

so it leaves him intensely distrusting, competitive, accustomed to relying on only himself (except for his little nerd armada, god I love the riddlemen they're perfect in every way) and letting himself be the only person to call the shots. at the same time... he is desperately reaching out for connection. he's lonely! he wants to be validated and treated like he has value for being just a person, not for his immense smarts, though he'd appreciate that too.

aaron coming into the picture doesn't necessarily change things so much as it puts a new coat of paint over it, because eddie finds himself in the same position his own father was in (and failed) but also... not at all. not in the slightest. he saw, in aaron, a kindred spirit who was used, who was abandoned, someone who wanted to get back at a system that was rigged from the start. and, I mean, it's not like Batgirl and Robin aren't on the scene. (and prank and scorn, which is its own thing.) the way I see it, eddie didn't intend for aaron to be more comfortable as sphinx. it just... happened. eddie sinks deeply into riddler as a protective layer against the world (prickly intellect and a mean streak that quite frankly dissolves the very second it's not of use?), aaron takes the thing he loved that became a horrible burden and a source of pain and turns it into the weapon he uses to get back at the world as sphinx.

to some degree, eddie is trying to protect and nurture the child in him that loved puzzles and was shot down at every turn. aaron is the opposite; he grew up fast, too fast, was on a global stage at fourteen and acting like an adult (without the adult privilege of making decisions for himself) and being treated like an adult with his area of expertise. eddie trips facefirst into love with someone who is only using him, and pays the price; aaron carefully portrays himself as someone unattainable and undesirable in his relationship with the other villain sidekicks, prank and scorn. (the context for that is sphinx went to them each separately, after their respective disasters, and went; hey. nobody's going to look out for us. people are going to try and use us. people won't take us seriously. we have to look out for each other. and they have a groupchat where aaron talks scorn down from doing dumb violent shit and donnie goes through cycles where he relapses into prank with joker. all very interesting. I should talk about it later. he's very much a mother hen because like eddie, he needs a sense of control and he cares deeply for people).

so... aaron acts like an adult, mainly. eddie helps him make a fake identity and aaron takes over from there. he's trying to be as convenient as possible, and it never comes out but he's afraid that he'll be discarded as soon as he's more trouble than he's worth-- which would distress eddie if he found out. sphinx is useful, and smart, and eager to please, and takes care of himself. sphinx is altogether more comfortable to be than aaron, who is anxious and doesn't know how to ask for help or care and feels ashamed that he wants it. eddie is his superior, not a father figure. neither of them know how to navigate this.

when aaron graduates high school, he goes to college-- this is when he stops being sphinx and starts being tyto, triggered by him investigating the disappearance of a classmate and friend and discovering a seedy underbelly to newark. it's where his and eddie's similarities come to an uncomfortable forefront. aaron, when given the opportunity, is obsessive. he's willing to wait, but only for so long. a few years ago I was pretty adamant about aaron not killing, but over the years I've honestly changed my mind... I think that he doesn't intentionally kill, but it's happened. and with the people he's targeting, he's not especially guilty about it.

anyway, eddie doesn't figure out about tyto for a while, he thinks that aaron's just retired aside from visiting gotham and doing sphinx stuff for him as a favor on long weekends and holidays, and when he does he's surprised at how much he does not like it. he did invite sphinx into the whole business with the promise of getting back at people who hurt them (and the world, in general, and the way things are rigged, and it's fine for them to break the rules because nothing is fair) but that was stealing money. blackmailing people, at most! silly bullshit like jello bombs. people in speeding cars they control so they're not really in any danger. distractions. you know. supervillainy? tyto is not a supervillain. tyto is not even necessarily a vigilante, though that's what he's treated as. tyto is indeed getting back at people with precise and violent intent, much as an unsupervised nineteen year old with extensive training and too much compassion for his own good might.

it's not going to end well! it's a hopeless crusade that leaves power vacuums and is endless work, and what's going to happen when aaron graduates? How the hell can Eddie respond to that? he can't tell aaron to stop because he's not in charge of him anymore. he doesn't disagree with what aaron is doing but it might get him killed, and in fact there is a high chance that it might get him killed.

anyway I think that's what makes eddie realize that he cares for aaron a lot more deeply than he ever expected he does, or should. and once again things are spiraling out of his control and the only thing he can do is watch and hope there's enough pieces left to pick up.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Tim Drake is usually called the smart Robin which I like don't get me wrong but all of the bats are smart and I do love my Tim but my Tim is just a bit different.

I want Tim drake half out of his mind fucking with Lex Luthor while he chugs 6 monsters. I want baby stalker who was heavy breathing putting together a red string murder board at 3:00 am with very sketchy stalker pictures of the Wayne's.

I want titans tower where Tim knew it was Jason and is about to home alone that shit. While also internally fanboying and giving Jason tips on how to murder the joker.

Tim Drake who doesn't get disturbed by Ra on Tuesday cause he knows Tim has plans with young Justice and Tim will destroy all of his bases again if he is bothered.

Tim who thought Damian was adorable and everytime he makes an attempt on his life gets a new paint set because that is the Drake way and no little brother of his isn't gonna understand premeditated murder.

TIM Drake who owns up to the clones and the boy who Kon knows is a little murdery gremlin and loves that about his boyfriend.

My Tim drake need to be balls to the wall fucking insane or I don't want that shit.

[j0kers-light]

is it just me or doesn’t joker kinda have the obsession of joe goldbergs from you?? (ALSO HAIII LONG TIME NO SEE)

HI MY LOVE @dollster l hope all is well 🖤✨

Nope it’s isn’t just you!! Joker crawled so Joe could run!! J is the original stalker boyfriend you hear me?! I have like two asks for this type of thing and I’m super excited to get to it in time.

[haveihitanerve]

Dick Grayson is Bruce Wayne’s ward and Robin is Batmans son, there is no argument from either party. They get no say. Its just how it is. JL members have also dubbed him as Batmans feral gremlin demon thing and Batman the Devil himself who crafted Robin using his own soul. Robin cackled madly after hearing that. Batman laughed and the JL is extremely concerned and afraid now. Nightwing is Batman’s son and partner and he is Bruce Wayne’s most common rescuer, even though his main territory is in Blud. 

Jason Todd is Bruce Wayne's son and Robin is Batmans son, and both very much adore this title and treasure it. Red Hood is not Batman’s son, but he is Bruce Wayne’s. 

Tim Drake is Bruce Wayne’s emotional support child and child. Not son, his child. Robin is Batmans loyal partner and Batman is his father figure and mentor. Red Robin is Batman’s son. Drake has been disowned from the family and does not exist. 

Stephanie Brown is not Bruce Wayne’s child. She steals his food and his money and his children on occasion but she does not really belong to him. Try telling him that though and you've got another thing coming. Robin is Batman’s greatest  annoyance and she wears that as a fucking badge of honor. Batgirl is actually Batman's nemesis but not in like a Joker kind of way, more in a 'she steals things from his utility belt just before he tries to pull it out or drops encouraging notes on his patrol and also hacks his comms to play the same song over and over again' kind of way. Batman has been heard screaming her name like a curse on many occassions. Spoiler is Batman’s even greater annoyance and on occasion she allows herself to be his daughter. Batman does not get to decide these terms. 

Barbara Gordon is not Bruce Wayne’s daughter. He is her weird uncle who she also considers her mother and her step father who she also sees as her protector on the rare occasion she actually needs it but for the most part hes just the divorced father who shows up at her house sometimes asking for visiting rights. (sometimes she says yes) Batgirl is Batman’s loyal partner and confident and technically his daughter in law but she doesn't like that descriptor, but he is her mentor. Oracle is Batman’s stalker and ass kicker if he doesn't take care of himself. 

Cassandra Cain is Bruce Wayne's daughter through thick and thin and neither of them really get a say. Batgirl is Batman’s daughter and no one dares argue it. Orphan too. And Black Bat.

Damian Wayne is Bruce Wayne’s undisputed son, and Robin is Batman’s undisputed son as well (though heir is another matter.)

Duke Thomas is Bruce Wayne’s legally guarded(bruce is his legal guardian). The Signal doesn't associate with the Batman at all, but some consider him Batman’s mentee, and many would even argue Batman is very serious in his mentor/father figure role, seen on many occasions forcing a granola bar or hug onto the younger

All in all, every single child, adopted or not, it is very clear to every outsider, that they forced themselves into Bruce Wayne and Batman’s life and routine and while both males are vastly different, they clearly share the utter confusion about being parents, and whether they even are or not, because they don't get a say.

[lizardpersonyknow]

Listen.

Feral stalker baby Tim would ABSOLUTELY create a plan to fuck up two face for what he did to dick and joker for Jason. Therefore, I believe that once Tim's parents are dead and the batfam are helping him clear out his stuff from drake manor, they would find his notebooks, mostly drawings of robin and writings and observations, but then Steph finds the Revenge Plans and all hell breaks loose

[papaya-twinks]

lando x reader where they go to a halloween party with matching costumes because they are going to pretend they are dating (they agreed to do this because an old schoolmate of the reader, who was in love with her, would be at the party and he used to be strange with her, kind of stalker)

The problem is that the reader can't stand Lando because she finds him very childish and immature, but he was the only one in her group of friends available to accompany her. What she doesn't know is that Lando has always been in love with her, but after he realized that she didn't like him that much, he started to irritate and provoke her as a way of not getting closer to her and ending up falling in love even more.

That night Lando can't hold back and ends up kissing the reader and fight with himself to not take things further but it ends up being too late since the reader gets turned on

spooky - l.n

Warnings: Angst, swearing, arguing, smut, 18+

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - spoky

You’d basically begged everyone in your friend group to go to the Halloween party with you, as you were dressed as Harley Quinn, and you needed a Joker. But every single time, you were met with a silly ‘no’. Except finally, you were forced to be with Lando.

And you couldn’t deny he looked downright hot with the white paint smeared on his face, the red paint done messily and his curls squeezed with green dye. Wow, he looked good. And you definitely saw how his gaze lingered on your half-exposed cleavage in the classic shirt.

“Couldn’t think of anything more unique?” he asked as he walked into the house beside you. “You agreed to it, Norris,” you pointed out, rolling your eyes as Lando swallowed down a snarky remark. “At least I’m not flashing everyone my tits,” he muttered under his breath.

“Excuse me?” you gasped, your eyes wide. You weren’t doing anything even remotely close to flashing your tits to anyone as Lando smirked and rolled his eyes. “Just shut up and be a good girl,” he flicked your chest gently, to the classic Harley Quinn line of ‘Daddy’s Lil Monster’.

You pushed down the small moan as you carried on with the party. And you did enjoy yourself, when suddenly, Lando pulled you up the stairs, ignoring the various couples making out on the stairs, as he pushed you into a room and shut the door.

“Can you not grind on every guy you see?” he asked, sensing you were drunk as you rolled your eyes. “I’m not,” you said, “let me hwve my fun,”. Lando was growing frustrated.

“I’m not, not letting you have fun,” Lando growled, “you just don’t need to be doing that with every guy!”. You groaned, pupils dilated as he began his lecture. “I’m not doing it with every guy, I’m sorry you’re such a loser of a guy, that all you do is-,”.

You were cut off promptly by Lando’s lips crashing to yours. “All I do is what, hm?” he asked, eyes narrowed, “I can fuck the shit out of you, is what I can do,” he ran a hand through his now green curls. You didn’t even protest.

“Shit,” you cursed as Lando pressed the throbbing tip of his cock to your covered clit, rubbing slowly, leaking the pre-cum over your outfit. You didn’t care, too focused and desperate for the man on top of you as you whined, clawing to strip your clothes off.

“Someone’s a little needy,” Lando sighed, pulling you under him by your thighs, one hand holding your chest down. “F-Fuck,” you gasped, his hips immediately snapping into yours. A thin layer of sweat lined Lando’s face, the white paint of his face dripping sown but he didn’t care. You were his priority.

He could feel you were close as you clenched round him, your moans loud and unfiltered as he pivoted into you, angling so his cock slammed into your g-spot every time. And just as you were about to cum…he pulled out. “I’m not having some little bitch act like a brat and then get to cum,” he said simply, walking out.

This man was gonna make you fucking beg.

[flamingpudding]

The Ghost King is my Uncle Drabbles

A/N: The original this sorta ties too: Original One Shot

>>Masterpost

Shovel Talks

Constantine swore up a storm of course only mentally. It wasn't like he was going to voice any of his thoughts right now. Not when he was faced with the good damn Ghost King. All he wanted was to summon one of his contracted demons to gather some information and what did he get the fucking Ghost King.

"Trench coat! We meet again. You worked on your manners, I hope?"

"Of course your majesty." Well he didn't but he avoided the freaking bats like crazy.

"Well I gotta thank you. Well you and my In-Law that's busy and asked me to substitute for your call since we meet and before and so on." The Ghost King casually waved his hand in a dismissive manner before looking around with his eyes sparkling in recognition and it sent a shudder down Constantine's back. "You are giving me the perfect opportunity."

Did… did the Ghost King just pull out a green glowing sword from a fucking portal and why did he have that glint in his eyes? Constantine paled. Why did this have to happen to him?

"If you will excuse me for a moment. I need to look for a Kryptonian real quick. I will deal with your problem right after. Promise."

With that the Ghost King phased through the floor apparently in search of Superman who just happened to be in the watchtower today. Fuck. Constantine run out of the room in mild panic and pushed whoever was on communication aside as he dialed for the bats. The moment someone on their end pick up he didn't bother to explain anything and just shouted for one of them to get their fucking ass here as fast as possible or superman was going to be history!

Okay that might also have sent the people witnessing his panic into chaos but this was a fucking emergency.

It was only minutes later that Batman did indeed arrived together with Nightwing and Red Robin with the Zeta-Tube at the watchtower to bear witness to Superman getting cornered by the Ghost King with Constantine bound by echo-bindings for apparently having annoyed the Ghost King with his pleading to spare the Kryptonian.

"Now I am sure I don't have to repeat myself but, IF you ever hurt Baby Bat a fate way worse than the Soul Shredder and the Nightmare Realm will be the least of your problems. The last guy that hurt my family is still in there and I will gladly make you permanently join him."

A cough resounded and Danny turned his head, a bright smile on his face as he spotted his little nephew and two of the little babies.

"Baby Bat, Baby Menace and Baby Stalker! I will be done in a little bit!"

"Ghost Ki-"

"Uncle Danny."

Batman let out a suffering sigh as Nightwing and Red Robin snickered.

"Uncle Danny. Why are you threatening Superman?"

"Because Jazz forbade me to use the Soul Shredder on humans but Superman is not human so I am allowed to use it on him."

"Uncle Danny, why do you want to use the 'Soul Shredder'" -as a joke Nightwing used air quotes- "on the him in the first place?"

"Shovel talk."

Batman chocked and Red Robin spluttered as Nightwing had a hard time suppressing a laugh. Constantine and Superman gapped at the Ghost King.

"You… are threading him for shovel talk purposes? What even is the nightmare realm?"

"A place you don't want to be in. Very traumatic and perfect to externally punish anyone that hurts my family in any regard as long as I am allowed to dump them there."

There was an added barely hearable grumble of "I would have sent the Joker and Ra's in there long ago if Clockwork weren't such a stick in the mud about keeping the timeline straight and their roles and bla bla bla."

Red Robin did a double take. Did the Ghost King just admit that he would have liked to sent their rogues into a place that was most likely hell? Wait didn't he mention sending someone in there permanently earlier.

No one noticed Superman slowly inching away from the blade still pointed at him while the Ghost King's attention wasn't on him. Well the bats noticed but didn't react to it, deeming it safer for the Super.

"Uh you said you dumped someone permanently in there?" Red Robin tried to keep the attention on them.

"Well yea." The Ghost King casually shrugged, adjusting the blade so Superman could no longer inch away from him. "I looked away from the Ice Mirrors for a week and someone dared to hurt Moma Bat. Of course I was enraged and snatched that guy off the street to permanently drop him in there."

There was a beat of heavy silence. Batman under his cowl bluescreened especially with how casually Danny just admitted at having snatched up his parents murderer to punish the man. Well that explained why he never found the culprit.

"Now If you excuse me little Babies I am gonna finish this talk with the Kryptonian and make sure he knows what will happen if he hurts Baby Bat."

With this the Ghost King turned back to the rapidly paling Superman with a feral grin. The Birds sweat dropped as Batman was still not mentally present, his mind still working through the information.

"Think I would be able to borrow that sword?" Red Robin suddenly asked as Nightwing eyed Batman worringly. "He only said that Great Grandma forbade him to use it on humans. He never said we couldn't."

"Don't let Robin or Hood hear that." Nightwing said, even if he wanted to borrow it himself too. With B mentally still checked out he had to act as the responsible one. That wouldn't stop him from asking their Ghost Uncle later if he could borrow the sword anyway.

[bvidzsoo]

Masterlist

↳ MS stands for Mini-series; S for Series; 18+ for anything that contains mature themes; F for Fluff; A for Angst; you’ll find warnings at the start of each one-shot

☆ Drive to survive ↳ [F]; non-idol AU; Formula One Racer AU; Red Bull driver AU ☆ You belong to me ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; mobster AU; Joker/Harley vibes ☆ I know you want me ↳ [F; A]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; enemies AU; police reader AU

☆ Lust we both share ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; vampire AU; enemies to lovers AU ☆ Your desire ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; sugar daddy AU; university AU ☆ Take me to Paris... ↳ [F; A]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; single mother AU ☆ Obliviate Me ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; Harry Potter AU; lovers to enemies AU; tragic love AU ☆ Sugar on my lips ↳ [F, suggestive]: non-idol AU; university AU; sports AU; 90's romcom; enemies to lovers AU

☆ Who am I? ↭ Part 2 ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; university AU; bad boy AU; gang AU ☆ From people you know, to people you don't ↳ [A]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; lovers to exes to aqcuittances AU ☆ bf!Yunho instagram stories ↳ [F]; smau; idol AU; boyfriend AU ☆ Above the world ↳ [F]; non-idol AU; Spiderman AU, strangers to lovers AU, highschool AU ☆ Under the pretense ↳ [F, suggestive]: non-idol AU; university AU; sports AU; 90's romcom; enemies to lovers AU ☆ How beautiful you are ↳ [F]; non-idol AU; Jane Austen AU; 1770 AU; enemies to lovers AU

☆ Take Control ↳ [A]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; reader is a gang member

↳ Coming Soon

☆ Grease and Oil ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; car mechanic AU; mutual pining AU ☆ Love Me Like A Rockstar ↳ [S;A;F;18+]; non-idol AU; enemies to lovers AU; university AU; rockstar AU; he fell first, but she fell harder AU ☆ Forget-me-not ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; illegal racing AU; enemies to lovers AU ☆ Love you, forever ↳ [A;F]; non-idol AU; boyfriend AU; university AU ☆ Preying on you tonight ↳ [A;F;18+]; non-idol AU; Academy AU; werewolf AU; vampire AU; enemies to lovers AU ☆ bf!Mingi instagram stories ↳ [F]; smau; non-idol AU; boyfriend AU ☆ Cold Red Iron ↳ [18+, humour]; non-idol AU; Iron Man AU; workplace AU; enemies to something more AU ☆ Haunted me, haunting you ↳ [A;F]; non-idol AU; Hunger Games AU; victor AU; acquittances since childhood to lovers AU

☆ Daemonium ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; demon AU; crack AU; dormmate AU; university AU ☆ I'll go animal to keep you next to me ↳ [A]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; stalker AU; university AU; strangers to enemies AU

☆ Shameless ↳ [18+]; non-idol AU; mafia AU; marriage of convenience AU; established relationship AU

☆ Black Ocean ↳ [S; A; F; 18+]; non-idol AU; pirate AU; siren AU ☆ bf!ateez drunk texting you while they're out with the boys ↳ [F, suggestive]; non-idol AU; smau; boyfriend AU ☆ best friend!ateez texting you about tomorrow's exam they have forgotten about ↳ [F]; non-idol AU; smau; best friend AU ☆ drunk texting bff!Ateez and accidentally confessing you're into them ↳ [nsfw]; non-idol AU, smau, best friends to lovers AU ☆ accidentally texting fwb!ateez about the hook-up ↳ [nsfw]; non-idol AU, smau, friends with benefits AU ☆ texting fiancé!ateez about their Coachella performance as you weren't able to attend it ↳ [F]; idol AU, smau, fiancé AU, Coachella AU lol ☆ Beyond the Obscure ↳ [S;A;F;18+]; non-idol AU; royal AU; assassin AU; fae AU; fantasy AU ☆ Cosmically divine ↳ [S;18+;A;F]; non-idol AU; Greek mythology AU

☆ Devil!Hongjoong ☆ Vampire!Seonghwa ► Slow it down →  Park Seonghwa ► Summer Lovin' → Jung Wooyoung ► Does he know? → Choi San ► Love made me crazy → Choi Jongho ► Sweeter than honey → Jeong Yunho ► Stern, but sweet → Choi San ► Cherry Blossoms → Song Mingi ☆ Boyfriend!Wooyoung → Jung Wooyoung

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[shintaru]

Sabbath crew | dating head canons

Hummingbird crew , light Calvary, Kazuma, league of street, windbreaker

m.list ♡ taglist Wooin ~

spoils you. Will buy you anything you want.

shares his lollipops with you

is down to get matching tattoos and piercings if he sees you being with him for the rest of his life

will protect you

doesn’t want you to be involved with his drug and underground fighting business

wants you to race with him

Sprays his cologne on all the hoodies he lets you barrow

Is 100% ok with pda will kiss & have his hands over you in public he doesn’t care who is watching.

Sprays your perfume on his clothes so he smells like you

Let’s you paint his nails

Will get matching nails with you

Wants you to go everywhere with him. So he can make sure that no one tries to use you to get revenge on him for the things he’s done

Will hop in the shower with you

Probably would buy you a bouquet of lollipops, just so he can eat them

Joker ~

Personal body guard. You want to take a short cut through a sketchy alley way because you’ll get home faster ? Easy 😭 he can fight so you’ll be safe

Doesn’t want you to watch his fights but will let you clean his injuries

Will go shopping with you, always offers to carry the bags even if you bought something small

Won’t let you go to the store at night. Whatever you need he will get it for you.

Will ask you to baby sit/ keep an eye on his brothers while he is busy. He feels better knowing you’re with them

Loves when you wash his hair. He also loves washing your hair too.

If you mention anyone hurting, stalking, or doing anything that makes you scared or uncomfortable he will beat them up. You won’t even know about it. He will listen to you rant about them and will ask Wooin to find them and he will beat them up. You’ll notice he doesn’t seem surprised when you mention your stalker disappeared.

Will let you watch him train for fights. Not practice fights but weight lifting and boxing with the punching bag. He says you help motivate him.

Will show you some self defense moves in case he isn’t around to help you

Loves seeing you in his clothes

Shares apples with you

Let’s you watch the puppy be picked up

Doesn’t like when you and Wooin laugh at him for things like stopping at a red light in the middle of a race he swears it’s not that funny which only makes you and Wooin laugh more

Would pick flowers for you

Hyuk kwon ~

Likes having your attention

Enjoys your company even if you both aren’t doing anything

Loves showing you bike tricks

Loves when you style his hair

Will try to teach you different bike tricks

Gets way too excited whenever you want to ride bikes with him

Likes having dates at home

Loves taking baths with you, will splash water in your face

Likes when you make him food

Doesn’t want you to race against him in official matches

Won’t let you walk anywhere alone especially at night

Let’s you wear his clothing

You both wear matching masks sometimes

Vinny hong ~

Pushes you away a lot of times because he has a lot going on you just have to be patient with him

Keeps his troubles to himself but will go to you for comfort

He’s shy when it comes to a lot of things like hugging and hand holding but eventually he becomes more confident

Likes when you sleep over

His favorite thing is coming home and hearing you laugh with his mom

Doesn’t like when his mom shows you his baby pictures

Freaks out when you shower at his place

Let’s you take care of his cat

Thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest when he first saw you in his clothes

Will make ramen for you

If he falls asleep with you in his arms you’ll almost never get to leave the bed cause he doesn’t wake up easily

Likes when you help style his hair

Asks his mom to help him pick out gifts for you

Will go shopping with you and is very protective over you

Dedicated to @ankita607 @cozyunderworld @inosukehana

I’ll post hummingbird crew and the others soon

[emacrow]

For the longest time Danny did not want the crown nor did he want to be king. The floating eyeballs where somewhat overjoyed at that but knew they would need to find a reason to make him take up the crown.

Just so they could hopefully challenge him for the right to rule. That halfia did not realize what kind of power he had and yet did not seem to want.

Till one day he not only took up The Crown but The Ring to. Why one might ask.

Jazz his lovely sister and world renowned was asked to have a talk with The Joker. If he was king he had diplomatic immunity and he knew how to prevent people from becoming ghost too thanks to collecting most of John Constantine soul contracts

Only reason he will take the crown that day just to spector the talk.

Only he and Jazz can see how messed up Joker's soul was, not because the crimes he committed but much worse and deeper then anyone in gotham had known yet.

It was like someone had mold play-doe with this guy's cracked up soul, mixed up names of previous and present lives and past personalities like Jack Oswald White, Arthur Fleck, and Jack Napier and more others being a mismatched into each other into some sort of abomination Frankenstein and physical glued together into a single soul with raw glowing green chemicals in a shape of a smile. Obsessions mixed up with uncontrollable laughter, the color green and purple, very creepy stalker borderline level standard with Batman/Brucie and trying to get him to laugh, he hatred for the robin for getting batman to laugh at his joke instead of his jokes, and pure insane mayhem with life as a joke.

This was unnatural even to most fucked up Soul standards, yet pretty fascinating in a way that would explained why he survived so many life ending attempts on his life.

Jazz couldn't even psychoanalysis him without having a major migraines after 5 minutee with the pure amount of information that just keep going like a broken Dam bursting at the seam.seams..

The questions burns deeply with the both of them though...

How did this happen to him? Who done this to him? Was it even fixable at this point? And whom is the person messing with someone's Soul to turn someone into this..?