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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

ten - the punchline

BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader

summary: Wanda and the rest of Westview need help. Y/N is willing to do whatever it takes - even if she’s hurting herself with that decision.

a/n: It had to happen at one point... we all knew it. Now, here it is. if you need a hug, please tell me - or just say how much you hate me for this - either is fine. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💕

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word count: 4.5k

chapter warnings: fluff, perfect boyfriend/husband Bucky, action, Agatha 😡, angst - oh god - so much angst

✶ 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ☾

(sorry the quality of the pic is so bad, but I couldn't find anything better once I finally decided on what I wanted)

“What are you doing?” Y/n laughed as Bucky lead her forward with his hands above her eyes.

“Just be patient and trust me. Don’t you trust me?” He smiled - she could hear it in this voice.

The sound of gravel kicking up sounded beneath their feet and Y/N struggled to walk straight. “No, no I do.” Another giggle ripped through her.

“Careful now, there’s a small step.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Just wait.”

“I can’t wait.”

“You’ll have to. It’ll ruin the surprise.”

“Fine.” She huffed impatiently, but the excitement in her body kept on bubbling to the surface. Earlier today, Bucky had gotten the Harley ready for that little adventure the pair had planned instead of going to the Westview Talent show. Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken a lot for the girls got to be convinced that Y/N was occupied that day. And not even Dottie came and asked if she could fill in at the Pastry buffet again. It seemed like the argument about Bucky’s surprise was enough to satisfy them.

Of course, back then, it had all been a lot less genuine. Sure, they had probably taken the ride still. But there would have not been any handholding or kissing. There would have been deep talks and reminiscing as it had always been up until that point so many weeks ago. But now? Now it was silent stares and meaningful touches, deep kisses and passionate sex.

Bucky had an actual surprise it seemed. And Y/N was excited. She had enjoyed the ride out into the field on the back of his Harley, her hands tightly clinging onto Bucky’s torso, her chin comfortably resting on his shoulder as the warm winds brushed over her face. She didn’t mind the never-ending summer in Westview. It really was beautiful if one were to think away the issues it came with. But Y/n had decided that she needed to enjoy the last moments here as much as possible - try to live them as if nothing bothered her - like there was an actual chance for happiness for her. Bucky’s confession had seemed genuine enough a week ago. And it was so much easier to just endure the fantasy Y/N had imagined so many times already.

“Are we there yet? How much longer?” Her hands were clinging to Bucky’s forearms in an attempt to keep steady, but the ground was very uneven. Y/N trusted Bucky though. He would not let her fall.

“Sweetheart..,” Bucky slightly scolded, “just a few steps.”

Sweetheart. Another thing that made her heart go up in flames. Bucky had started calling her sweetheart after the meeting with Agatha and Vision. And even now, only a few days later, Y/N couldn’t possibly imagine a world in which that name wasn’t reserved for her from his lips.

“Okay, okay,” she took a deep breath and sighed.

After another moment, Bucky finally removed his hands. “Ready? Open your eyes,” his soft voice whispered into her ear and when she did, Y/N’s jaw dropped. Her hands came up to cover her face.

“Oh my god...” She slowly moved forward before kneeling down and carefully bringing her hands over the soft grass. There was a checkered picnic blanket spread under a tree, and a small basket with flowers and food carefully placed in the middle.

Y/n turned with a bright smile and watched as Bucky almost shyly shifted from one foot to the other. “Do you like it?” His head ducked and his hands disappeared behind his back.

“It’s so beautiful, Buck.” She jumped up and kissed his nose with an excited giggle and Bucky’s cheeks were dusted with pink when she pulled him down onto the blanket.

Her hands rummaged through the basket and with every item she pulled from it, her heart made a little jump. “Oh wow, you really would be a great husband. Look at this!”

“I had a lot of practice lately...” His voice trailed off as her eyes met his. He seemed so small all of a sudden, a flustered expression decorating his face - like a schoolboy talking to his crush for the first day. But there was no need to be nervous. If anything, Bucky should have known by now how much Y/N adored him.

“This is the most beautiful surprise anyone has ever made me.” She smiled genuinely but it only pulled a small smile from Bucky. So she scooted closer, her hands gently settling on his leg and arm. “Thank you so much. This means a lot.” A kiss settled the words she tried to say before Y/N pressed her forehead to Bucky's.

His hand came up to cup her face. “It was meant to say a lot, I’m not that good with-”

“I know. You don’t have to be.” And with that Bucky’s shoulders loosened a little. The confidence seemed to wash over him quickly, as he pulled her closer in a swift motion and captures her lips in another searing kiss. Bucky was amazing, and Y/n caught herself falling a little deeper with every glance she stole from his smile, or the small glimmer in his eyes when she reciprocated his. She felt safe and weightless yet again. Every time she was with Bucky, really. Luckily, he knew that by now. Even if she had not particularly told him yet, she was sure she knew.

“Should we try out those snacks you prepared?” Y/N grinned up at him as she moved in his arms.

“We can...” But Bucky shifted and pulled her into his chest with her facing the same direction as him. “Or we could just stay like this a little longer.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head before his cheek smoothed against her. A sincere sigh eluded his lips as his hands rolled up and down her arms, letting the sun warm up their faces.

There wasn’t a lot of eating done after all. As the couple just enjoyed each other’s company during the perfect summery noon. An hour later, they still lay on the blanket - arm in arm - pointing up at clouds and various animals they claimed to have spotted in them. Bucky listened the whole time, and Y/N loved the little peace and quiet out in the field. His heart was steadily beating behind her and every single one reminded her of how tangible this all was. And she appreciated it just that much more for it.

Unfortunately, soon the sky started closing in with dark clouds. And even though Y/N could have spent another day out in the grass in Bucky’s arms and mindlessly making up stories and images in the sky, the picking up of the wind ultimately forced them to leave.

It had gotten a little cooler once the couple packed up and headed to Bucky’s Harley. And when they pulled into the by-now-familiar driveway, a piece of realty settled in Y/N’s mind again. Just like the beautiful day - this moment - this story had to come to an end. And it would be soon. At least that’s what Vision, Agatha, Bucky, and her had agreed upon the other day.

Y/n didn’t let it faze her though. She stood in the kitchen and watched the storm building from the window as the kettle whistled in the background. She loved summer storms. Something about the smell of wet soil and the phenomenon of humid air surrounding her made her feel good. I reminded her of the times in the compound when the whole team was having board game days because there was no going outside anyway. It reminded her of warm tea and deep conversations on window sills. It reminded her of annoyed faces because of the time they had been spending together and it made her heart feel squeezed.

Y/N filled up her mug. Something was different though. The sky wasn’t its usual grayish blue and there was no smell of rainy ground. It was just a little unsettling if she were honest. She shrugged it off for now. It would pass, just like every bad thought had the past week, and that was Bucky to thank for. He had done a great deal in distracting her from Wanda and everything else upsetting. And Y/N would never complain. She’d take a kiss over every mental breakdown, really.

When she walked into the living room to hand Bucky his tea, she watched as Alpine shot out her paw at the super soldier, a mean hiss following the action before the white cat sprung from the couch and watched him rather suspiciously.

“What was that all about?” The couch dipped with Y/N’s weight on it now, her body almost immediately finding its place against Bucky’s.

“I don’t know. She’s feisty ever since we got back. Did we forget to feed her?” Bucky’s arm closed in around her shoulders, the other holding the steaming hot mug.

“No, I gave her breakfast, treats, and snuggles just before we left.” She leaned down. “Al, do you wanna cuddle?”

But Alpine’s eyes just turned away. She didn’t leave, though, just sat there and almost sadly watched as the pair cuddled on the sofa. “Alright then, have it your way.”

It wasn’t long before the wind started picking up outside and branches started hitting the windows, making all kinds of sounds echo through the big house. Neither Y/N nor Bucky mentioned them though. They continued their conversation and enjoyed each other’s company. It was a nice way of ending the day, early - Y/N thought as her head rested on Bucky’s chest, his hand caressing her thigh and occasional kisses littering her head.

But then, almost calling through all the background noise, another sound was added to the stage. A high, almost human-like calling, and for a second, Y/N wondered if she was just imagining it all.

“What was that?” She asked and Bucky’s questioning face shot to the door when another wail was heard from outside.

Then Another. And another. It was pretty clear now that she wasn’t just hearing voices in her head. Bucky was alert again, his shoulders tensed and Y/n could practically feel the agent return to his body next to her.

A loud bang ripped through the house, a window had been shattered by a fallen tree and now the sounds were clearer than ever. These were definitely screams - cries for help. Children’s cries. A chill ran down Y/N’s spine.

The pair sprinted to the door but there was no chance either of them could have been prepared for what was beyond it. There was Agatha, floating over the street with Billy and Tommy on leashes around their necks.

Y/N must have been dreaming. This couldn’t possibly be real. But the look on Bucky’s face told her that this was very much reality. How could this have escalated so quickly? Just hours ago the world seemed fine. Agatha seemed fine. Why was she portraying the neighborhood maniac all of a sudden?

A searching eye wandered down the street but Wanda was nowhere to be found. What the hell was going on?

“Agatha, what are you doing?!” Bucky’s voice boomed over the whipping winds, his hand protectively holding onto Y/N’s wrist as if she were to fly away. All the while Agatha actually was flying. But that wasn’t even the weirdest part. Her outfit made her look like one of those scary Dementors from Harry Potter and her fingers were pitch black as if they dipped in tar. Billy and Tommy struggled to ring for air as their feet barely touched the ground, and Y/n felt her heart beating up in anger.

“I’m getting things moving,” Agatha answered unfazed, her hand seemingly tightening the strings around the kid’s necks.

“So you kidnapped Wanda’s children?!” It was questionable how a sane person could come to such a ridiculous conclusion. But then again, Y/N was pretty sure that she had established Agatha’s insanity by now.

“Well, I had to do something. Nobody else was.”

Bucky’s hands flailed in the air in frustration. “Not like that!”

Agatha just laughed and pulled on the strings a little more. The boys looked like puppets - unable to move without permission - and the fear in Y/N’s body rose infinitely. Bucky shared a look with her and once she looked past the slight panic in his gaze, her head nodded firmly.

“What’s the plan?”

“You will look for Vision. I will try to talk to Agatha.”

“What are you going to do? She’s lost it.”

“Those are my nephews,” Bucky winked as a small smile broke on his face, “I’m gonna do whatever it takes.” And then the pair parted ways to try and save the situation.

Y/n couldn’t help the small chuckle to escape her lips as she made her way to Wanda’s home, but there wasn’t a lot of laughing left when she saw the redhead approaching the scene behind the Black Widow furiously. It was too late, Y/N knew it, there was no chance she could keep Wanda from calming down now. But she tried anyway. The least she should do was buy Bucky a little time to handle the situation.

With a bright smile plastered on her face, Y/N fully channeled the Westview role she was destined to play from the start. She opened her arms and approached Wanda on the street.“Wanda! Hey! Oh my god, I need to show you something!”

But the woman was struggling to act interested as her eyes kept swerving to the scene behind Y/N. “Not now, Y/N.”

“No, come on, it's important just give me a little-“ Her hand reached out to Wanda’s shoulder but the woman smacked it away with a solid expression.

“I said no! What is going on there?!” She tried to step around Y/N but the Black Widow mirrored her movements to be in front of her again.

“Nothing, nothing. You know kids, they love to play the craziest games right?” A nervous laugh settled in the pause, but Wanda wasn’t having it. She zeroed in on Agatha and started walking towards her again. “No, Wanda, please- Wanda!” The last thing they needed was a massacre. This had to be settled differently. So, Y/N sprinted behind in an attempt to reach the scene before her.

She caught up to her after a couple seconds and planted herself between the two witches again. The short glance at Bucky had told her that the situation hadn’t really moved along to his liking yet. But it was no use. Wanda was determined to get to Billy and Tommy - which was understandable, but at the same time not the best idea right now.

Y/N tried again, her hands now raising in the air. “Just... wait a second okay. We can settle this without anyone getting hurt.” But Wanda’s hands were already glowing red. “I can help you. I will help you, okay. Just please calm down.” Y/N’s heart was pounding faster and faster - adrenalin and fear mixing in a dangerous combination but Y/N tried her best to stay grounded.

Wanda just looked past her at Agatha. She barely acknowledged her friend who was desperately babbling to keep her from using magic - in vain. Her hands were charged with energy. Y/N could practically feel it radiating off of her and it was scary. There was no way of knowing what she was to do now.

“Let my children go.” A thick Sokovian accent coated Wanda’s words. It was weirdly unusual after hearing her speak without it for so long, but it also reminded Y/N that there might still be an ounce of the old and reasonable Wanda left within. One that could actually negotiate a humane way to settle this situation.

Agatha just laughed and Wanda’s eyes flared up red. Oh shit.

“This is not the right way to go about this.” Y/N turned around with urgency in her tone. “This wasn’t the plan, Agatha!” She hissed but immediately regretted it. She might have just made it worse with this sentence as she felt the energy behind her become stronger and stronger.

“Plan? Are you working with her? Against me?!” Not good. Really, really bad. Bucky caught Y/N’s eyes - wide and scared. He didn’t move though, his hands were still on Billy’s shoulder, pushing him up to keep the string from cutting into his skin.

Y/N turned around again. But not even she would be shield-enough to keep Wanda from using her powers. “Wanda you don’t understand! This is all wrong. You need to stop before more people get hurt.”

“No!” She was wrong. There was no more reason left in the witch. Wanda thought this was real. She couldn’t distinguish her creation from reality anymore. It had become dangerous.

“You need to, please. You are hurting, I know. But this is wrong.” Y/N took a deep breath and willed down the stinging in her chest. Her eyes were burning, too. “You cannot bring Vision Back. You cannot bring Natasha back or anyone else. They are dead okay?! Dead! And not even you can change that.” The red energy flickered for a moment and Y/n thought to have caught a tear on Wanda’s cheek, but she shook out of it quickly, still bracing for the pending fight.

“Don’t do this Y/N. You wanted this. You wanted it, too.” It was the first time Wanda really looked into her eyes today and Y/N felt more anxiety than before. What did she mean by that? Wanda couldn’t possibly- “The hydrangeas, the husband, the grey company car. Don’t take this away from yourself. You don’t know what you’re doing!”

And bam. The world got quiet. Not a good quiet though. An unsettling one. The storm was silenced by the hammering of her heart. It was pounding in her ears, making her dizzy and nauseous. Everything was hazy and at the same time, a lot of things became clearer now. Wanda had known all along. Fuck. She could probably read the minds of everyone in this cursed town. She had known and she had used it against her friends. It wasn’t a coincidence - everything that lined up with Y/N’s dream was planned to a t. Calculated, viciously abusing everyone's naïveté.

And when it dawned on Y/N why she had been feeling so uneasy all the time, her heart sank with sadness and anger. Suddenly, she knew why it was all so familiar and why the house brought her so much comfort despite the little fears she had. It was Bucky. The whole damn thing reminded her of Bucky, Hell even the flowers in the garden were the color of his eyes - everything was. Wanda had modeled Y/N’s whole experience around the one good thing she had brought into Westview. How little did she trust her friend to actually be happy - to be able to feel free? She had invaded her privacy - her deepest desires which she had promised to never do. Wanda had promised all of them to never read their thoughts. To never act on it. To never manipulate her friends. But here she was. Shamelessly invading their privacy and making Y/N feel so unbelievably vulnerable.

“No,” she whispered aimlessly. “You don’t know what you are doing. Look at the people - they are miserable! Let it go. Let them go.” Y/N’s voice was calmer than she expected it to be, but there was no will to fight this anymore.

“I can’t.”

“Then I cannot help you humanely settle this.”

Y/n lowered her hands and her shoulders sagged in defeat. Sickening hatred licked up her throat as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat at the realization. There was no use in saving this - whatever it was. Wanda needed a reality check, and she needed it now. This dream - this twisted sick version of it anyway - had turned into a mission at that moment. And Y/N felt as though she was the last person to realize it. No wonder Bucky had always been on edge - always protecting.

So, when Wanda moved toward Agatha again, she just let her. Watched even, as the magic in her hands grew angry and red again. She looked up at Agatha again, determination in her eyes as she said words that even hurt herself. “Agatha, take the kids.”

“What are you doing?!” Bucky’s voice picked up, and his hands were still grabbing at the boys with shocked expressions.

He even moved to step in front of Wanda again, but Y/n stopped him. “No, let them. She needs this. We all do.” The words were bitter on her tongue.

“But Agatha is going off the rails!” There was chaos in his eyes - she’d never seen it before. Bucky was scared... and helpless. And if Y/N had had enough energy to care, she would have probably felt the same. But she knew that this was inevitable. The boys had grown onto both of them and Y/N could see how much Bucky cared for them. But even he had to realize that there was no other way. And there was only giving in the trust that Agatha wouldn’t hurt them. Because despite her obvious madness, she wouldn’t - Y/N had a feeling.

“She’s doing what should have been done so long ago. She’s doing what’s necessary to end this madness.” Y/N nodded sternly, finally making Bucky let go.

“You realize that we have no control at this point. That we have no way of calculating what’s going to happen from now on. This is just the beginning.” His shoulders sagged, expression defeated and disappointed all at once.

And Y/N just looked at the ground. “I know.”

Well, Bucky had been right about one thing: this hadjust been the beginning. Because right now, there seemed to be no end to the madness. Within an hour, the whole atmosphere had shifted in all of Westview. Y/N was standing in the town square and watched as people fell into panic. The storm - now stronger than before - had turned into a wild concoction of purple and red. For all Y/N knew, Wanda and Agatha were somewhere above them, fighting in the stormy clouds and making the world on the ground break out in chaos. The people of Westview were acting weird. They were snapping out of personality as if they were switching roles.

Screaming, crying, running. It was complete Mayhem.

Vision had finally joined the two avengers just when the mass seemed to have spiraled out of control. He had informed them that S.W.O.R.D. agents were waiting beyond the hex, ready to take the people away from the city before anything else happened. The static walls had started to crumble but the adrenalin pumping through Y/N’s veins prevented her from noticing the feelings it brought.

Every time the walls opened a little, and cars were able to get in, Y/n, Vision, and Bucky ushered more people to safety. Trying to navigate the madness, however, was difficult with all the noise and instructions being thrown through the air. And the fragile portals out of Westview didn’t help the situation, either. Every time a wall opened up, another leak closed. People were being chased around as if it were a stupid video game.

Everything was so surreal. And in her trance of ushering people out, Y/N began to think about Agatha again. Had she always been bad? Was she bad at all? There were so many questions.

Another thunder ripped through the sky and Y/N flinched and tumbled backwards until familiar hands caught her. Bucky.

He turned her around and let his eyes wander over her face and body. “Are you okay?”

“Ye- yes,” Y/N stuttered at the sudden wash of breath air in his presence. He nodded firmly and guided a woman in the direction of another car. Y/N just stood there for a moment and let the chaos pass by her. She was so concentrated on Bucky, the way his arms moved, and the warmth that slowly spread through her chest at the sight of him.

“Did you know Agatha was... like this?” She suddenly blurted out and when Bucky looked at her over the short distance she busied herself with pointing people in the direction out again.

“I had my suspicions after following her that first night here.”

“What did she do?”

“Just snooped around. But it was weird.”

Y/N nodded in understanding. She had always wondered what Bucky had seen that night. Now she knew, and it was a lot less exciting than she had expected. Then again, the time spent in Westview probably dulled her in reacting to weird things. There were only a few situations that surprised her anymore.

Another loud bang echoed above them and more people streamed toward them. The few Avengers kept as many people from getting injured as possible, but in the hustle, Bucky and Y/N got separated again, each of them seemingly focused on the job and ignoring everything else. The sky began to light up and the red static walls created gaps that became bigger and bigger - bigger than before.

And all of a sudden, Y/N had the feeling of having forgotten something. She was missing something and she couldn’t figure out what it was. It felt as though she were to remember something. A word, a name - something lingering on the tip of her tongue but not quite ready to form yet.

Triggering - that’s what it should be, but there was so much going on around her, Y/N barely registered any of it. The noises of screaming people were rushing in her ears and mixing in one echo that bounced around her completely empty head. Get the kids out, get the people out, keep everyone safe, don’t lose track of time. It was a mantra mumbled over the bouncing echo and the only thing tying her to reality. Because about everything else that was happening right now seemed far from it - reality that was. The static walls crumbling above her left an unimaginable shrieking sound - or was that the crying child to her left? Y/N couldn’t tell. She just ushered more people away from the town square and towards the cars taking them out.

And then, for a split second - as she was searching the crowd for more civilians in need - Y/N locked eyes with Bucky again. And it zapped through her like lightning. She remembered. It wasn’t her brain that was missing something. It was her heart that suddenly felt as if it were ripped out and trampled on by the hordes of people storming past her. It was missing the skip - the slight pick up in pace, the faint breathlessness, the explosion going off - there was nothing of those sorts. It wasn’t fully empty, no. It just wasn’t as excited as it always had been when she saw him.

Confusion checked her brain and made it hard to register what she was experiencing. And while she struggled to grab a clear thought in the turmoil of interior and exterior chaos, only one thing shone brightly and loudly before her inner eye.

Wanda had lied to her again. It had all been another lie.

𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

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multifanatics · 1 year

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All The World's a Stage || Joker x F!Reader

A/N: I wanted to try my hand at writing a Joker x Reader fic since I finished Harley Quinn and The Joker: Sound Mind and am getting the Harleen comics. The beginning is a tad gruesome, I have no idea why but here we are.

Warnings: Blood, Descriptive, The beginning is a bit gruesome, Twisted romance? PROCEED with caution as there are more that I haven't caught.

Word Count: 1164

The only other thing [Y/N] could hear was his signature maniacal laugh. His laughter and the thumping of her heart beat. The cause of her current rush of adrenaline that surged through her veins, the same adrenaline that kept her at her current task. The uncontrollable contagious laughter of no one other than the Joker himself was the only other thing she could hear.

“I th.. I think that punchline STUCK!” He tried to contain his laughter while running a hand through his longer green hair in an attempt to get the stray strands back in the position they were previously. Joker stared at [Y/N] taking in the way the blood of the man who previously insulted her was so graciously splattered on her face. The weapon of choice was a hatchet, not exactly the cleanest but it did the job which was the center of today’s lesson. Using what you had over what you preferred and [Y/N] demonstrated the skills of an A+ student.

“Did I do good?” [Y/N] asked as she came back to her reality. The adrenaline that sounded like a drum muted, causing her to be slightly more tired than she had been previously. 1 am on a skyscraper with a man who could kill her just as she had done to the poor man with a hatchet through his heart. It was the symbolism of the action that made her swing harder, and soothe her fear. Even with all rational thought rushing back to her the atmosphere felt romantic. [Y/N] was on a rooftop illuminated by Gotham city 330 feet below her with a special guest. What a dance, one may say a Midnight Waltz.

“That question is starting to bore me.. Of COURSE you did well, I am the one who taught you.” Narcissism, and dependence wrapped into man and woman who happened to find each other. Unlucky are those who trifle with the stage they perform on such as The Batman which according to the news remained in a hospital overseas. Everyone bleeds but how many cuts does it take for an already fragile Bat until he bleeds black?

“Well it seems the GCPD are missing an old friend. Perhaps we should bow and exit stage right?” [Y/N] gazed into the illuminescent sky where the Bat signal remained. Gotham’s way of saying Get better Batman.. We need you. The ‘hero’ who caused the villains in Gotham he currently could not control since the newest Arkham breakout which ricocheted with Blackgate. [Y/N] was brought out of her thoughts by Joker stepping onto the ledge of the skyscraper she watched his intricate steps. The tight rope routine is a known and practiced routine [Y/N] personally uses on old tightrope back at the circus.

“To quote Shakespeare: ‘All the world's a stage.” Joker once again distracted [Y/N] from her own thoughts, handing her his hand. A Joker offering his hand was in many ways the most dangerous thing he could do, his hand had a taunt to it, something that would drive any sane civilian insane. Between a clown and a showman this taunt became much more personal, especially when they were equally insane. [Y/N] places her hand in Joker's; the taunt was irresistible. Come, show me. Let me put you on display for this is our Gotham. [Y/N] stepped onto the ledge with the man who claimed her as his equal, a relationship never spoken yet known between both parties. A slow waltz between the two came to fruition after [Y/N] learned her balance. The slow movement matched what could have been Moonlight Sonata (First Movement). The night sky and slow movement made them cling to each other as if life could decide to throw them both off the edge. The night time breeze became a wind setting a romantic scene. Without death to the underlings of Gotham this moment would not exist: the perfect moment between man and woman.The feeling of being without restrictions, without law, and without those troubles that keep children up at night. The real nightmares of Gotham were sleeping, plotting, or dancing on the ledge of a skyscraper. Gotham is a city of beauty and love with corruption, in so many ways being a villain was an act of the truest love.

“Must we leave so soon?” [Y/N] frowned as she brought the flashing blue and red lights to Joker’s attention. The innocence of the moment ruined by the GCPD and a frown.

“We can continue later, as for now we must exit our stage.” Joker held his hand that was intertwined with [Y/N]’s over the concrete ground of the building. In a simple gesture to help her down from the ledge before hopping down himself. [Y/N] guided him toward the emergency stairwell, her hand still in his per his silent request. The current chaos of the police being at the scene yet slipping away as though they had never been there after a dance had humor to it. They both ran down the emergency stairwell dreading the echoing of their feet and Joker’s uncontrollable laughter. Soon enough they both had made their getaway with the help of some man Joker held at gunpoint so they could arrive back home safely.

“Such a shame.” [Y/N] took Joker’s gun and killed the man before exiting the car. A place of safety should never be at risk. A person of safety should be accompanied when thrown back into Arkham... Given why crime lords work with others to take the fall. [Y/N] walked into their current safe place and placed a vinyl on the old record player. She watched as the vinyl spun and classical came out in return, safe at last. In the criminal world of Gotham there weren’t many places you could be safe when your name was in the five o'clock news every night. Joker took [Y/N]’s hand into his and spun her into him finishing the dance they enjoyed. There was something intimate rather than romantic about the shared dance in a different light. Very clearly there was a line drawn of where Joker stood in this relationship of sorts and when he could cross said line. He pulls [Y/N] closer to him as they dance, he spun her once pulling her back into him before dipping her and catching her with his palm on her lower back. A bow of sorts to conclude another day of which they lived, and no show was complete without some sort of kiss between the main characters. A kiss that sealed the fate of each character, in this specific instance the fate of jokes, crime, and the impending doom of death. [Y/N] wraps her arms around Joker’s neck as he removes his hand from her back, a test of his strength as they both focus on locking in each other's fate. What an irony.

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