#c:joker

[redbxrn]

.@grinnerandsinner​ Jason hadn’t honestly relapsed into the Red Hood for years, once he started becoming a social worker it was like he regained control of his own life again. But all of his new life had shattered before him, replaced with deadly, familiar feelings. Familiar feelings that triggered the switch between Jason Todd and The Red Hood. The switch that Jason spent years in therapy trying to handle. Years of therapy that promptly went down the toilet when glass rained from the sky and everyone seemed to change.  It was a good cover, he thought to himself. Blame the negative emotions on the world around him, use it as an excuse when someone inevitably would try to stop him. The old feelings boiled up and out of him, and he left his apartment without warning. Up and abandoning a cup of tea on the table. Was it like he vanished into thin air? Pretty much. The Red Hood knew what he was doing.  He was going to get revenge, not like he had much of a choice. Before Batman caught up with him he was so deep into the process, but he picked up where he left off. All of his gear was at a nearby safe house, and he spent no time getting it on. His identity was once again concealed, hidden under red metal and gun holsters.  Tracking down the Joker wasn’t the hardest thing in the world, it came to the Hood as easily as breathing. He’d known the bastard was in Star City for quite some time, it just boiled down to finding the right warehouse.  And in broad daylight, he knew the Joker wasn’t there. He went up into the rafters and from there it was a waiting game, a glorious, horribly boring waiting game.  Even when the Joker arrived, he stayed completely still, eavesdropping on the conversation before deciding it was his time to strike. He pulled a smoke bomb from one of the many pockets in his jacket and let it drop right into the Joker’s lap.  “Peekaboo, you cackling freak,” he announced, flipping out of the rafters and landing on top of the clown, going for instant restraint. It was now or never, and he wasn’t fucking around.

[myriadxofxmuses]

1, 10, 17, & 20

1. Which muse is most likely to be arrested? Daryl & Sydney.

Anyone familiar with walking dead knows why that's true for Daryl, but Syd's single arrest was for far more serious a crime than anything Daryl has been in trouble for.

She dabbled a bit in hacking, somewhat of a late blooming prodigy, and went through a back door she shouldn't have. As expected the government hadn't been too happy with her digging around, tried to cut her a deal, she refused. A couple dark web buddies got her out on "bail" and thanks to the outbreak she never had to go back.

10. Which muse is most likely to mastermind the heist? Joker. I think that one pretty much speaks for itself.

17. Which muse is most likely to pretend to know martial arts to get out of fight? Dean.

In the Supernatural universe I can't tell you enough how much I love that he is the tough one and the comic relief. So there was no other choice but Dean for this one.

Personal head canon-wise? Dean always wanted to take martial arts, but was never in one place long enough to invest in it. So he used old kung fu movies on tv instead. Not learning jack shit, but believing he had the most bad ass moves around.

20. Which muse is most likely to stab everyone else in the back and take the loot and run? Joker.

[heirofthejoker-blog]

Dad + what do you want for Gio?

Send me ‘Dad’ and a question and my character’s Dad will answer it. @cxnsurgo

Joker licked his lips. “Whaat do I want for Gio… What do I; what do I want for Gio.” He hummed contemplatively to himself as he seemed to genuinely consider the question. “I taught that boy everything I know, but he’s still just not… living up.” He said. “He needs to take what I’ve taught him and make it his own instead of making a mockery out of my  l e g a c y.”

[damntragedy]

No, I saw you die - how are you here? (I forgot to specify for jack!)

@prettyxinsane

Jack grinned, he’d always had big smiles, but this one was near unnatural. It almost split the boy’s face. “Death isn’t the end of the line, Harley.” He replied. “I’ve always did like encores after all.”

[erakubi]

notes flee if you don’t like joker angst. he already endures so much, and i am shamelessly adding fuel to the fire.

character joker

pairing none

The first time he tasted death, he had crumbled to the ground and sobbed.

Pain was still new to him, and it bloomed sharp and bright under his skin, hot and cold. Blood seeped from his open wound, and as the puddle grew each inhale was narrow and suffocating. It was like breathing through reed.

His other half was staring at him, shaken at the sight. The stark horror on that face was his and his suffering, a living mirror of his death. He couldn’t help staring back, wide-eyed, until the darkness pulled over him and he was left still as bones.

It was quick as it was wretched; for that, he was thankful.

But then Wonderland revived him with the same Role, revived the memory.

And that was the first time.

After that he learns to entertain, and he loves it. The crowd never gives a whit about him, of course, for a Joker card holds no value to the residents. But they adore the magic he invokes, the false wonder like pretty foam in a coffee cup, and it is his job to distract them from the bitter black underneath.

Some don’t appreciate the distraction. Some give in to rage.

On the eve of a spectacular performance, confetti and streamers dancing in red and black and silver, a shot fires, the sound muted by joyous cheers.

He drops like a puppet with cut strings. The faceless pause and murmur, disappointed that the show is over so soon, when the fun was just about to start.

And that marks the second time.

Over and over he faces this end, with lead and metal in his flesh.

The new Hatter spells trouble when he strides in with that garish headwear, and Joker’s suspicions are confirmed when he does the unthinkable:

Break the Rules and rob his toys. Joker finds that while he quite likes for his treasures to be regarded, he doesn’t like to be cheated of them.

And as his head jerks back when Elliot lodges a bullet in his skull, he frowns over the lost. Docile animals make cute prisoners and greater outlets. He hopes to find another.

The next time he steps out of the shadows, it is to the proud sister bearing a gun.

“Blood runs deeper than I thought,” he remarks, tired.

She is straight white teeth and a false imitation - a lacquered nail dooming both their fates.

Joker smiles, and closes his eye.

Over and over, he goes through the motions. Bound by invisible chains, his skeletal fingers ghost on the precipice of a never-ending system, keep it in check, pluck out the sinners who disturb the gears, dies and return, dies and return.

The little blue bird stares at him. He smiles back. He thinks she would make a perfect addition to their family.

Alice, he repeats. Alice.

It’s a pretty name. Lilting vowels and crisp consonants.

“I feel like I’ve met you before,” she offers, politely.

“Indeed?” He draws near. “I would remember a young lady like you.”

“It’s nothing,” she says, oblivious to the secret, the quiet amusement in his eye. She’s gathered an army of love-strucks under her fingertips since the last he’d seen of her. He’d laugh unaffected, taunt and tease, take pleasure in the way a simple girl made fools out of madmen, had he known she’d damn him worse than the lot.

Perhaps he’s just stuck that way.

[allengrinsberg]

                                                    joker aesthetic for gotham

                                     “did’ja hear the one about the fella                           who got his left side cut off?

                                                                he’s all right now.

                                                             Get it?” 

[damntragedy-archive]

@oserrever​ liked for a starter from Joker 

Joker smacked his lips. “Adi, Adi, Adi.” The name sounded off on his lips. It had been so long since he had seen his old flame. “It’s been so... long. And here I thought you’d left Gotham.” 

[damntragedy-archive]

@birdofpower continued from here

“I’m celebrating, Ozzy! A celebration kiss! A kiss for celebration!” Joker jabbed him with his elbow. “Why don’t you lighten up a bit, old bird?”

[damntragedy-archive]

“ who are you, really ?” (for Joker)

@gothamprens

“Oh, Batsy, don’t cha know?” Joker’s voice was flippant and carefree compared to Batman’s who’s was humourless and somber. “I’m you; your other half. Take a hard look at yourself, ol’ chum, and you’ll know who I am.”