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Summer Baby Pt 4 / Dominik Szoboszlai

It’s July, 2024. A few of the Liverpool boys are looking for a getaway before and between the summer series and stumble upon your mom’s vacation home in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. There, they spend their time enjoying the sun and one in particular, enjoying the company. You find yourself falling for a charming Hungarian- Domi.

PART 4

waking up early, you again ventured into the boys side of the house and began your morning routine of making coffee and tea. Pouring yourself a cup, you heard steps coming from one of the bedrooms and crossed your fingers it would be the hungarian man you were not-so-secretly obsessed with. Your wishes came true when Dominik emerged from his room and enveloped you in a hug from behind.

“Good morning,” you cooed.

“Good morning édesem,” he whispered into your ear, placing a kiss on your temple and swaying with you in his arms.

You closed your eyes and let yourself rest in his arms for a while.

He again kissed you, but this time on your cheek, then the side of your forehead before turning you in his arms to kiss you on the lips slowly and passionately.

“Coffee?” you asked him from his in between his arms.

“oh, yes please.” He told you.

You smiled at his unshaven face and messy bed head that he somehow made look intentional and perfect.

“what?” He asked you in his raspy morning voice .

“Nothing, it’s just- you’re really cute in the morning.” You told him.

He smirked at you.

Of course he knew how hot he was, he was Dominik Szoboszlai. To hear it from you though, drove him absolutely insane.

You turned on your heel, going to the cupboard for a mug.

“I think you’ll like this one,” You told him pointing to the red liverpool mug with an 8 on it.

He laughed and you filled the mug with coffee, handing it to him.

“thank you baba,” he told you with a kiss to the temple.

He slurped his coffee and smiled.

He watched you make breakfast, offering to help every few minutes, but you assured him you would be fine making the crêpes on your own.

Slowly, the rest of the boys came out of their bedrooms, rubbing their eyes.

“morn’n” Curtis said, followed by good-mornings from the rest of the crew.

You quickly served them breakfast and coffee.

They asked you to eat with them, but you wanted to get an early swim in at the beach and you assured them you’d eat after.

Heading towards the beach in your pink flowered bikini, you ran, eager to hop into the warm water.

Floating in the water face up, you breathed in the hot summer air. Water made you calm, it always had. The beach was your best friend when you had nobody to talk to. You found solace in it when you were lonely. But now, in a whirlwind of a romance blossoming with a football player, the beach felt like a never ending paradise.

After about thirty minutes, you swam closer to the shore, ready to get out. You noticed one of the boys resting on the shore, shoulders slumped. He was tanning, in his swim shorts, but he looked like he’d like to be just about anywhere but there.

It was Harvey. His noodle-like permed hair was crazy, his face hanging low and his shoulders even lower.

You walked up to him and placed your towel next to him, sitting as you did.

“Harvey, is something bothering you?” you asked him.

“no, well. I don’t know, it’s stupid. and no offense but you wouldn’t understand.” He told you frowning.

You looked at him through his black sunglasses.

“try me.” you told him, hoping that your voice sounded compassionate.

“I- Last season, I-uh didn’t preform as well as I know I can,” He sighed, “I just looked at instagram. I don’t think the fans think I should stay. They’re saying I should be sold or benched. I know I didn’t do my best but I’m trying Y/n. I’m not Trent Arnold. I’m Harvey Elliott. I play well and I’m on first team from academy, but at the end of the day, I still somehow feel like the fans hate me. I never see anyone wearing my jersey. I just feel forgotten and hated,” He told you, spilling his guts. It seemed so raw, so unlike everything you’d ever seen, read or thought about Harvey.

“I have it,” you said smiling at him.

“What? What do you have?” He asked confused.

“I have your jersey. I bought it last season. I thought you were excellent. That’s because you are excellent.” You told him.

He smiled and shook his head.

“No, I’m serious Harvey. Come on, come with me. I know something you need right now,” you told him.

You walked in the house, practically dragging Harvey with you.

You brought him to the kitchen where you started bringing out your homemade sorbet, raspberry and mango.

Footsteps met the two of you in the kitchen and suddenly it was you, Dominik and Harvey in the kitchen.

You could tell Dominik didn’t realize Harvey was there at first because you heard him say, “Hey baba-“and then stumble over it and say “buddies,”

Harvey snorted.

“Did you just call me baba? Thats weird man.” Harvey asked.

“No, no you know my english is not great,” He said, lying.

Harvey nodded and hummed in agreement.

You turned for a moment to hide your smirk and then turned back composed.

“homemade sorbet anyone?” You asked, grabbing three bowls for the three of you.

“yes please!” Harvey exclaimed, smiling like a little kid. Clearly his sour mood had melted away.

You laughed.

“Me also,” Dominik said, leaning on the counter in a black compression shirt.

For a moment you allowed yourself to gaze at his chest muscles before snapping back to reality.

Lucky for you, Harvey hadn’t noticed you staring at his teammate’s chest.

Dominik however, definitely had and smiled widely.

“The sorbet, Y/n?” Domi asked you licking his bottom lip.

“Yes, the sorbet. I make it in two flavors. Raspberry or mango. Or both, which would you guys like?” You asked focusing.

“I’d try raspberry.” Harvey said.

“How about a bit of both for me?” Dominik asked.

“Sure,” you said, scooping some sorbet for each of you.

Harvey took a big scoop into his mouth and you saw his eyes almost roll back.

“How are you sooo good at cooking??” Harvey asked while Dominik tasted his.

“I don’t know,” you say, “I practice.”

“This, This is good.” Dominik says, not looking up from his bowl of sorbet, shoveling it into his mouth.

You have some of yours before asking them a question.

“Did you guys want me to make dinner or are you all going to out somewhere?” you asked them.

Dominik’s face lit up with an idea but he stayed silent.

“As much as I love your food, it might be nice to go out,” Harvey said.

“Okay cool,” You said, “Just let me know when you guys leave, I wanna clean up in here a bit.”

The boys nod, and you excuse yourself back to your room.

An hour and a half later, you get a text from Harvey.

All of us but Dominik are out, He said he felt like staying home, but it would be fine if you cleaned.

And then a few seconds later, a text from Domi.

Hey, Come over. I want the two of us to go out to dinner 😉

You smiled and texted a thank you to Harvey and got up out of your room and towards Dominiks room.

You knocked at his door.

“Come in baba,” He said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

He was wearing Khaki loose-ish pants, fixing a watch on his wrist.

He had two shirts out on the bed, but not a single one on.

“Hey,” You said to him.

“Hey, which shirt should I wear?” He asked pointing at the light blue shirt and the pale yellow one.

“hmm,” You said holding up the two shirts to his body, pressing it to his chest.

He smiled, and you made your decision.

“The light blue looks good on you with your dark hair.” You told him.

He nodded, and then went into his closet pulling out a box and giving it to you.

“What’s this?” You asked him, smiling.

“A dress, I wanted us to match on our first date,” He said to you.

You opened the box and saw a beautiful dress, the same shade as his shirt and with ruffles on the side wrapping around to the top with a slit on the left side.

“Domi, this is gorgeous,” you tell him gasping a bit.

“I thought you’d like it.” He told you smirking, “Go get changed, I have a plan.”

“okay,” you told him, but before leaving, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the lips.

You went to release him, but he pulled you back into an intimate kiss, instantly snaking his tongue into your mouth and kissing you passionately. After a few minutes, The two of you released each other and you rushed to put on some makeup and fix your hair before putting on your new dress.

He took you to a nice restaurant and you two sat in the back room.

He didn’t often get recognized in the US, but he didn’t want to risk an interruption on a night that he was a bit worried over.

If tonight didn’t go well, would you be interested in him at all?

His unwavering confidence told him ‘no, shes into you and this won’t change it,’ But he couldn’t deny that he was overthinking it.

Before you could sit, Dominik pulled out your chair and pushed it in once you were seated. you were blushing like crazy. You only hoped the redness on your cheeks didn’t make you look silly.

Dominik, thought you blushing was extremely cute and made it known with a kiss to each cheek before heading over to his own seat.

The evening rushed by oh too soon.

One second you were ordering and speaking of his 23/24 season debut, the next you were eating and discussing your family.

The date ended with Dominik insisting on paying the bill and holding your hand in his back to the car.

He opened your door and rested his hand on your back as you went in. Before closing the door, he placed a gentle and slow kiss on your lips. He pulled away, smiling and heading over to the drivers side.

“Thanks for tonight. I feel like we’ve known each other for years,” Dominik said to you smiling.

“Thank you Domi, tonight was really special. I had a really good time.” you told him nodding your head.

He placed his hand on your thigh and began driving, the contact sending butterflies to your stomach.

You hated the fact that the beach house was so close to the restaurant that you two ate at because you could have spent forever just driving around in the car with him.

As you approached the house, Dominik sighed.

“I don’t really want this date to end,” He confessed.

“Me either,” You said.

None of the other cars had returned to the driveway yet, and you figured that they were probably out clubbing and would be so until the ungodly hours of tomorrow morning.

“We could watch something, a movie or a show,” Domi suggested and you nodded, unbuckling your seatbelt.

You tried to get yourself out of the car but he ran over, and opened your door.

He held out his hand for you to take, and you gladly accepted it.

He guided you inside and towards his room, where he turned on the tv, dimmed the lights and set out some blankets.

The two of you were sat up at the head of the bed with his arm around you and your head resting on his chest, along with one of your hands. He turned on a Netflix film you both agreed upon and the two of you cuddled there until long after the movie was over and you no longer had the energy to keep your eyes locked on Domi’s. You fell asleep in his arms, they had locked over you in a protective way that told you he didn’t want you going anywhere. Soon after your eyes shut for the night, his did too. And you both rested there until the morning sun.

-here’s a lil first date aesthetic for you all xx-

a/n- im so sorry this is late but i just cant write rn!!! im in a bit of a writers block and the only ideas i have are literally for other players so im sorry if this is bad!!

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boxesandrings · 3 years

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I it’s me again I love your stuff. A idea I had inspired a fanart Shane reacting to F!farmer telling him she’s pregnant

( I’m just curious where that would go )

(Hi I promise this is much happier than what the description sounds like!! I think considering Shane’s mental health history life changing news like this isn’t something he’d brush past with no second thought, having a kid is kinda scary to everyone! Promise it’s mostly fluff but wanted to tag anything that could be triggering for others xoxo)

Title: A Father!

Rating: T (mostly for language, but Shane's earlier heart events are mentioned briefly)

Summary: The Farmer shares some exciting news with Shane! He's immediately over the moon, but quickly becomes overwhelmed.

CW: Mentions of pregnancy, Shane's early heart-events, a panic attack(?)

Characters: Shane, F!Farmer, Marnie, Evelyn, Pierre (pretty much all are mentioned)

Words: 3816

Shane took off his boots before entering the cabin, grimacing as he bent to do so. Marnie had needed help repairing some things at the ranch today, and he had spent most of it in a crouch. His thighs were punishing him for it now, sore with every step. Maybe he’d take a bath tonight, let his muscles soak in the warm water and try to relax a bit. Maybe his wife would take one with him.

He waddled into the house, his legs tight and called out. “I’m home! You in?”

The Farmer was often out late, working in the fields or with the animals, or sometimes off mining or fishing at the lake by Robin’s. It had been lonely at first, an empty house was something he’d never experienced, but he had found ways to preoccupy himself. After a month, he and his then girlfriend had a chat, the Farmer promising to be home by 7 every night, or calling and letting him know if something had unexpectedly come up otherwise holding her late.

“In the kitchen!” Shane smiled, making his way toward the room. It was barely 5, a sign for a good night. The sound of music grew louder and the smell of bacon wafted toward him. In the kitchen, he found his wife flipping pancakes but minding another pan on the back burner. She turned when she heard him get closer, waving her spatula before focusing back on the food. Shane walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her, kissed her cheek and rested his head on her shoulder.

“I thought it was my night to cook?” The pair switched who cooked every night, and Shane was certain it was his night. Or had he missed yesterday?

“Hello to you too.” The Farmer twisted her head around the best she could and puckered her lips, which Shane quickly kissed. “It was, but I just wanted to cook tonight. Go sit! I just finished up.” Shane squeezed his wife once more, but made his way over to the table. He groaned as he lowered himself into the chair.

The Farmer tilted her head as she carried a stack of pancakes for the table, watching as Shane rubbed his legs.

“Long day?” Shane nodded.

“Marnie called this morning and said that some pipes in the barn needed repairing, but neglected to mention that it was literally almost every single pipe in the barns, all the ones that carry water to the dispensers.” The Farmer set down the plate of bacon on the table, then slid into Shane’s lap, her arms around his neck.

“Oh, that’s rough.” Shane nodded, tilting his head forward into hers.

“They’re all so low to the ground, I essentially was in a squat all day. My thighs are killing me.” The Farmer nodded, her head moving his. She kissed his temple and stood up.

“I think I have some of that muscle cream lotion stuff that helps with the soreness. I’ll find it after dinner.” She made her way to her own chair, sitting down. “Not all bad though, squats are pretty good for the booty.” She smiled as she picked up a piece of bacon and winked.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Shane shook his head, but smiled as he used his fork to slide a pancake onto his own plate. Yoba, was he hungry. “How was your day?”

The Farmer bit her lip, smiling. “Oh, you know. Same old.” Shane looked up, cautiously eyeing his wife. She was biting her lip, trying to hide an obvious smile and kept looking up at Shane as she made her plate. Shane squinted.

“I feel like you really want me to ask what else happened.” His wife nodded, slightly shimmying in her chair.

“I heard some real good gossip.” Shane couldn’t help but laugh after she said it. His wife looked so pleased with herself, like she could barely handle keeping her excitement inside. She grinned incredibly wide, biting her tongue. Shane picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite.

“Oh, what is it?” He raised his eyebrows a few times, making his wife laugh. After she had calmed herself for a second, she leaned forward, as if the knowledge itself were moving her.

“Someone we know is pregnant.” Shane dropped his fork and coughed. Now that was some good gossip. In a town as small as Pelican Town, secrets among residents were incredibly hard to keep, and something as big as that would have spread easily within a day to the entire population. How had he not heard yet?

“Who?” The Farmer leaned back in her chair, biting her thumbnail.

“Guess.” Shane ran his teeth over his tongue as he mentally went through each of the town’s residents.

“Jodie and Kent? I feel like they could have another, the gap would be the same from Sam to Vincent to this one.” The Farmer watched Shane, her face giving away nothing. Finally, she shook her head, the same shit-eating grin on her face. Shane thought hard.

“It can’t be Demetrius and Robin, he practically yelled from the mountain top when he had his vasectomy. I don’t think Pierre and Caroline even like each other anymore…” He watched his wife’s face.

“Keep guessing.” Shane threw his hands up, but continued to smile.

“You’re gonna make me keep guessing?”

“Come on! You’re getting closer.” Shane sighed.

“Let's see… Maru and Penny are together, so I don’t think they could… Sam is, and no offence to the guy, but the biggest virgin I’ve ever met…Harvey… no.” He looked down at the table, scratching his chin. “Sebastian and Abby could be… Alex and Haley, but I’m not sure if they’re broken up right now.”

He looked up toward his wife, but her face gave away no hints. “I mean, Elliot sleeps with practically every tourist, so statistically speaking…” Shane shook his head, his eyes wide, and his wife snorted. “I don’t know? Emily isn’t with anyone, Leah isn’t, but I might not know.”

Eyes wide, he looked back up at his wife. “It couldn’t physically… Marnie couldn’t…” The Farmer’s face finally broke, a similar look of horror on her own face.

“Oh Yoba no, don’t even—” She made a face, shaking her head. “She’s too old, and not to be mean but I think if your aunt was having a baby with Mayor Lewis?” She shook her head again, faster. “You’d find me in here retching.”

Shane leaned back in his chair and dragged his hand over the bottom half of his face, thinking. The devilish smile slowly creeped it’s way back onto his wife’s face as she watched him. Finally, he sighed.

“Who is it?” The Farmer suddenly stood up and ran to one of the cabinets, pulling out a sandwich bag. She sat back in her seat, and slid the bag across the table to Shane. He picked up the bag and realized there were three white, long sticks in the bag, each one with two pink lines on one end. He dropped the bag.

“Oh, gross, where were these?” He looked up at his wife, expecting the same grin, but was confused to see that it had fallen, a look almost like annoyance on her face.

“Good god, Shane, did you— do you think I’m going around picking up random pregnancy tests?” He paused, his mouth dropping.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. She didn’t find them, she took them. That’s why he hadn’t heard the gossip already, she was the only one that knew.

He jumped to his feet, forgetting the soreness in his legs. His hands covered his mouth, open in shock as he looked at his wife. She nodded at him, the smile returned to her face, hints of tears glistening in her eyes. He turned from the pregnancy tests on the table, pointing at them, to covering his mouth again and looking back at his wife.

She continued to nod, crying definitively now but still smiling. The pair had been married for almost two years, and while they hadn’t made a point of deciding to actively try for a baby, they certainly had been playing it fast and loose. Four months into the marriage they decided that what would happen would happen and stopped using any birth control, the Farmer throwing out any pills she had left. Lately, the couple had stopped even pretending they worried about the possibility of getting pregnant, and Shane had felt that a ‘we should start actively trying’ conversation was weeks away, rather than months or years.

Finally, Shane spoke. “Are… you’re…” The Farmer nodded, sniffling and smiling.

“Yeah, yeah!” Her voice was breathy, joyfully crying through the words.” Shane covered his mouth again and felt his own tears beginning to pop up in the corner of his eyes.

“I— I need you to say it.” The Farmer laughed.

“I’m pregnant.” Shane ran at his wife, scooping her up in his arms, pressing his lips firmly onto hers. She laughed as she kissed him back, her arms wrapped tightly around them as they stood in the kitchen, her tears against his face, or maybe they were his own?

They stood, holding each other, smiling and laughing and kissing, until Shane quite literally swept his wife off her feet, fireman carrying her into the bedroom while she laughed in his arms. He set her down on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, practically attaching himself to her as he kissed her face as she pretended to struggle beneath him, giggling the whole time.

He laid on his stomach next to her, his face turned towards her on the pillow. She watched him back, still laying flat on the bed.

“You’re pregnant.” The Farmer smiled and nodded.

“I’m pregnant.” Shane smiled, scanning his wife’s face.

“We’re having a baby.” She scooched her face closer, kissing the tip of his nose.

“We’re having a baby.” The two gazed at each other, minds racing with nothing and everything at once. Shane lifted himself up and moved closer to his wife, his face only inches away from hers, sliding one arm under her head and placing the other hand on her stomach. Shane bit his lip.

“When do we want to tell my family?” The Farmer sighed and looked up toward the ceiling.

“I don’t know. I want to tell them, but so much can happen in the first few months…” She trailed off, running her tongue over her top teeth. “Maybe in a month or two? Once the pregnancy is past that first little hurdle.” Shane kissed her cheek.

“I get it. Marnie tells Lewis, Lewis tells everyone.” He sighed now. “I mean, you’re only 30, I don’t think you’re high risk or anything.” His wife shook her head and smiled at him.

“No, it’ll be perfect.” She slid a hand over the one he had on top of her stomach. “I know it. Just in the small chance, I don’t want everyone knowing.” She looked back toward the ceiling. “Also, I don’t want all the attention right away. It’s such a small, small town. Something like this will rock the pelican town people to their cores.” She laughed, Shane joining in beside her. “But I promise, when we do tell people, Marnie will be the first to know.” Shane nodded.

“We’ll let her tell everyone else. Makes it easy.” The Farmer snorted.

“Yeah.” She drew circles on his hand with her thumb. “I mean, I guess we have to tell Harvey, for obvious reasons, but I don’t think he can legally tell others.” Shane laughed again, and pulled his hand out from under his wife’s, moving it up from her stomach to her chin. He pulled her face toward his, kissing her softly.

“We’re having a baby,” he whispered, his nose touching hers. The Farmer smiled, and kissed him again.

“We’re having a baby.”

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Shane couldn’t sleep, far too excited by the day’s news. No matter how long he kept his eyes closed, or tried to count deep breaths, Shane was restless. His wife had fallen asleep over an hour ago and was curled into a little ball by his side, her head on top of one of his arms.

They were having a baby. Yes, it had been something he and his wife had talked about for a while, one day wanting children, but now it was actually happening. He turned his head to look at the Farmer, drooling on his arm, and smiled. They weren’t kids anymore, Shane well into his thirties, and his wife just into them, but it still felt so strange and new and exciting for them to be parents now.

Shane bolted upright, his stomach immediately twisting. The Farmer groaned on the bed next to him, violently awoken by the sudden removal of his arm. She rubbed her eyes with one hand and propped herself up, squinting in the dark.

“Did I sleep through the alarm again?” She yawned. Shane hopped out of the bed, bee-lining to the bathroom. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna be sick.” Shane slammed the door behind him, ignoring his wife’s further questions. He barely had made it to the toilet when he felt it deep within him, the nausea making its way out into the bowl. He didn’t hear his wife come into the room, only felt her hand on his back as he continued to retch. Finally, he laid his head against the bowl, breathing heavily.

“Shane?” He could hear his wife behind him start to speak but pause, unsure of what to say or ask, her mouth just kind of opening and shutting. She laid her head against his back and sighed. “Do you want some water?”

“I’m going to be a dad.” The Farmer chuckled behind him.

“Yeah. I think we covered that a bit earlier.” She lifted her head and resumed rubbing his back. “I’m excited too.” Shane sighed.

“I’m gonna fuck this kid up.” His voice cracked, and he watched as a tear fell from his face. The Farmer paused.

“What?” Shane pulled his arms up onto the bowl, wrapping them around his head.

“I’m a massive fuck-up, and I’m going to fuck up this baby too.” His shoulders shook, an attempt to hold back his tears. “I could barely take care of myself, how am I—” Shane’s voice broke. The Farmer let out a tense breath behind him, and began to rub his back again.

“Shane, no! Don’t say that.” He lifted his head up, and turned to look at his wife.

“I am. I mean, I was worthless. All I did was drink, I hated myself, and for fucks sake, I tried—” Shane paused as he noticed his wife’s lower lip start to tremble and sighed. “I could barely hold myself together until you got here, what, five years ago?” He bit his lip, the tears coming out faster now. “I’m doing good now, but what happens if it all falls apart again?” His voice cracked again, and Shane didn’t bother to hold back a sob.

The Farmer tried her best to pull Shane into her, them both sitting on the floor, but Shane just sat there numb. He wanted to have this life with his wife, a family together, but how could he be a dad? Why did she even want him?

“Shane, please.” He looked over to the Farmer, who was crying, her arms around him. He’d made her cry, husband of the year material! “I think you’re just… you did this when the dog died, too. It’s a lot of information coming in at once, big information. But it’s okay!” Her hands slid down his shoulder, taking his hands in her own. “We’re doing this together.”

Shane let out an indignant snort. “I can’t even handle the announcement, what happens when the baby comes?” His head was spinning. She deserved better. He loved her.

“Shane! You’re okay, it’s okay. We’re in it together, we have each other.” She squeezed his hands, scooting closer to him. “You’re going to be great, okay? You’re not a fuck-up. We all have rough patches, you just didn’t have the support system you needed. Please.” She kissed his temple, but Shane stared straight ahead, toward the wall. He wished he could shrink into a tiny ball.

“I can’t… I can’t mess this up too.” The Farmer pulled his head down to her shoulder, her hands carefully working their way through his hair.

“You’re not going to mess this up, babe. I think you’re just panicking.” She held him close, continuing to quietly stroke his head. “I’m nervous too, but I know I have you.” He loved her, but when she shifted away beneath him, the panic filled his chest again. “I’m going to go grab your anxiety meds. I don’t think you took them at dinner, they might help.” She fully slid out away from him, Shane’s heart beginning to race. The Farmer stood up and stretched out her back. “Now that I think of it, I don’t think either of us even ate.”

Shane felt sick to his stomach, and barely made his way back to the toilet bowl before throwing up again. The Farmer crouched next to him, her hand on his back. Shane could practically feel the concerned look burning into the back of his head.

“Even if I don’t mess up, I’m just passing a damn cocktail of mental illness along.” He sat back on the floor, and used his hand to try and rub away the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. The Farmer above him sighed and sat back down, and wrapped an arm back around his shoulder.

“Babe, don’t—” Shane choked and leaned forward, wrapping his arms over his head.

“It doesn’t even stand a chance, I’ve just fucked it up from the beginning!” He could feel himself hyperventilating, what did his therapist tell him to do? “It’s gonna hate me, I’ve already ruined everything—”

“Shane!” The Farmer’s face in front of his snapped him out of the almost trance he was in, the distraction what his body needed to get in at least one deep breath. She had tears on her cheeks, but her voice gave away no sadness. “Stop it! Calm down!”

Shane leaned forward into her, practically up on his knees now to wrap his arms around her, holding her tight as he cried. She rocked her body, quietly shooshing as she held him, pressing kisses into the top of his head as she did.

“You’re not going to fuck this up,” she said after Shane’s breathing became more regular. “I mean, we’re going to make mistakes. Both of us! A lot. But we’re going to be new parents, it happens.” He nodded, squeezing his eyes tight. “You’re not going to spiral— I mean, now, yes— but it’s not going to get bad like it was ever again, okay? You have me, your therapist, Marnie, we’re all here for you.”

“I love you.” His words were muffled, his face still pressed into her chest. He felt a rumble, a small chuckle above him.

“I love you too. Also, you’re not the only one afraid of passing on bad shit. I mean, my mom is medicated for depression, and I have ADHD.” Shane raised his head, his face even with hers.

“Yeah, I guess.” The Farmer smiled, and reached on her hands up to cup Shane’s face, wiping away a tear with her thumb.

“Yeah, dummy.” Shane smiled and kissed his wife, before pulling back and biting his lip.

“I’m— I’m so excited, I really am.” His eyes met hers briefly, before he looked away again. “I want this with you, truly, I—” The Farmer leaned forward and kissed her husband again.

“I know, Shane. I get it.” They held each other on the floor, their foreheads pressed together. Shane tried to calm himself, breathing in time with his wife. “We’re in it together, alright? We’ve got it.” Shane nodded.

“I know, I’m sorry.” The Farmer smiled.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be a big change.” She chuckled to herself. “We’ve got nine months, I’m sure this won’t be the last freak out. That either of us have.” The Farmer stood up, and offered a hand to Shane, smiling. “Good luck to you when I have to start buying maternity clothes.” Shane grinned and took her hand.

“What? You’re cooking up a baby in there, you’re gonna grow.” He kissed his wife on the cheek and wrapped his arm around her.

“Oh, I know that now,” the Farmer said, leading the two of them back into their bedroom. “But I’m sure hormone-y me will have to reckon with that later.”

Shane snorted as the Farmer sat down on the bed, and pulled Shane down into her. He kissed her forehead and climbed over, pulling the covers up on his side of the bed. She snuggled back into him, her head resting on his shoulder, but Shane could feel her squirming.

“You feeling better?” Her voice was quiet. Shane nodded, and wrapped his arm around her head.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Her arm snaked its way over his chest, reaching up to hold the side of his head. “You’re gonna be great.”

Shane smiled, and moved his head to kiss the palm against his cheek. “You too.”

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It took Marnie two weeks to figure it out. Something about the way the Farmer was moving, she had told Shane, was different, and trapped him in her kitchen until he confessed. Marnie was over the moon, and promised not to tell anyone, but Shane ran home and told the Farmer straight away. His wife had bit her lip but shook her head, smiling. “If anyone was going to piece it together, it’d be her.”

In Marnie’s defense, it was almost a week before Evelyn congratulated the pair at the general store. Shane watched as Pierre blushed and ducked behind a shelf, but the Farmer thanked her and moved past, reaching for a bag of flour on the top shelf.

“You know, that was a pretty good run, all things considered.” Shane nodded, agreeing with his wife.

“I mean, that has to be a record! What, five? Six days?” The Farmer laughed, and hoisted the last grocery bag up into the truck. She caught Shane’s gaze, and tilted her head.

“What?” Shane realized he had been staring at her, a dopey look on his face. He smiled, face turning pink.

“Oh, nothing!” He hopped up into the truck, his wife following suit beside him. He looked at her again. “I’m gonna be a dad.” She smiled now, rolling her eyes.

“You’re gonna be a dad!” Shane laughed, and started the truck. The two chatted excitedly the whole way back, discussing the future addition to both their home and family.

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Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Seven

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC

Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)

Warning: This chapter contains description of a heavy panic attack. Please read at your own risk.

Taglist: dragonballluver, disgraceful-marvel-trash, barikawho (Let me know if you want to be tagged in this!)

Author’s Note: A chunk of dialogue in this chapter comes from the movie and has been expanded on to fit the storyline.

“And when exactly is your mother planning to visit us?” Monsignor O’Malley inquired as he followed Demetria.

Demetria snapped a photo of the hallway before looking over her shoulder. “Most likely next month. Once I send her the photos , she’ll work on drafts and whenever she comes, we can all sit down and discuss how to go about the process.” She snapped her fingers. “You know what, I have her business card with me because she sometimes does work in Gotham City.”

She pulled out her wallet from her purse and handed Monsignor O’Malley the thing off white card. “She’ll be happy to answer any of your questions and or concerns.”

He smiled as he took the card. “This is awfully generous of you, Ms. Gallagher. We can’t tell you how grateful we are.”

“It’s the least I can do,” she waved her hand. “Both Bruce and I want to make sure you, the sisters, and the boys are taken care of with whatever you need.” She paused. “How are the boys doing?”

“They’re wonderful.”

“Oh good! I was actually wondering if I could go say ‘hi’ or-.”

“Unfortunately the boys are on a field trip with the sisters.”

Demetria nodded understandingly, trying to hide her disappointment. “Absolutely.” Then an idea hit her. “Do the nuns teach the boys?”

“Some do. We’ve been thinking about incorporating more schooling into the boys schedules, but we’re a little short staffed and not all the nuns feel comfortable teaching certain subjects.”

“I’d love to step in,” Demetria offered.

Monsignor O’Malley raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What is it you would teach?”

“I’m excellent at English. All levels. I was a TA my senior year of high school. I even minored in it in college.”

Monsignor O’Malley nodded his head, impressed. “Well, if it doesn’t interfere with your schedule-.”

“I don’t have one,” she laughed.

He chuckled. “Then I suppose it’s something we can try out. Are you free next week?”

Her eyes lit up. “Absolutely!’ I would love that!”

Before she could say more, the sound of her phone ringing cut her off. She gave Monsignor O’Malley an apologetic smile as she dug into her bag. “Excuse me one second.”

She glanced down to see it was a reminder that she had to start getting ready for the fundraiser.

“Please excuse me, but I’ve got to head out,” Demetria said. “Remember, if you have any questions, you have my number as well as my mom’s.”

“Of course. I also look forward to discussing you working here.”

“I do as well.”

The two shook hands and Demetria headed out of the orphanage.

She had taken Bruce’s Cadillac XLR, seeing as it was the only semi-low-key-looking car he owned and the only one she didn’t get anxious driving. She wished he had owned something a little less glamorous for trips like this, hating how it made her look, but it was what it was.

As she she opened the driver’s side door, she noticed a photographer snapping her from the distance. The two stared at each for a moment, acknowledging just what was going on. She exhaled softly, mentally reminding herself to keep it together.

Since her essay was published, the media outlets had backed off a bit. The Gotham Times were still insistent of doing a piece on her and published one on her, but it turned out to be a dud as no one close to her would speak to them with the exception of her former News Director and the Head Booker, her other boss. It also helped that a local mob boss was mysteriously killed and the news decided to fixate on that.

She gave him a quick, tired smile before she slid inside and closed the door, driving off.

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Back at the Wayne Penthouse, Bruce adjusted the cuffs of his pristine white dress shirt as he made his way down the stairs.

Alfred wrapped up his conversation with the party planners and turned his attention to Bruce.

“I think your fundraiser will be a great success,” Alfred remarked.

“Why do you think I want to hold a party for Harvey Dent?” Bruce questioned, almost annoyed at the thought of it.

“I assumed it was your usual reason for socializing beyond myself and the scum of Gotham’s underbelly to try to impress Miss Gallagher.”

“Very droll, very wrong,” Bruce responded, glancing up for a brief moment.

Alfred looked over his shoulder for a moment, noticing the party planners were not in the room. “Have you considered telling Miss Gallagher what it is you’re doing at night?” Alfred inquired in a voice low enough for Bruce to hear him.

Bruce glanced up. It wasn’t the first time this conversation came up between the two. “Soon.”

“Before or after you say ‘I do’?”

“When the time is right.”

“Perhaps she should truly know what she’s getting herself into.”

Bruce stopped in his tracks. “What are you implying, Alfred?”

“Miss Gallagher has given you every ounce of herself.”

“Who says I-.”

Bruce’s attention was caught by the low sound of the television. He looked over to find GCN airing what appeared to be a figure of Batman, hanging with a rope around it’s neck on a building. The lower third read “BATMAN DEAD?”

Demetria walked down the stairs and into the living room, tightening the belt on her cozy white bathrobe when she saw Bruce and Alfred staring at the tv. Curious, her eyes darted to the tv when she saw the lower third.

Her blood ran cold with disbelief and shock, heart dropping into her stomach.

The camera cut back to GCN anchor, Mike Engel.

“Be aware, the image is disturbing,” he warned.

The camera then cut to a man dressed in a cheap Batman getup, his plump cheeks spilling out of the cowl. He was sat on the floor of what looked like the back kitchen area of a butcher shop with a silver cart and a large pieces of animal meat hanging behind the victim. He had his hands tied behind them, his face lowered to the game.

“Tell them your name,” the camera man said in a menacing, sing-song voice.

“Brian Douglas,” the fake Batman answered weakly.

“Are you the real Batman?” There was a childish, teasing tone in the voice behind the camera to a point where it was menacing. It was almost as if whoever it was took immense pleasure in this man’s torture.

“No.” Brian was barely hanging on.

“No?” the voice repeated back, almost in a whine to mimic Brian’s pain.

“No.”

“No?” The voice giggled. An arm reached over and pulled the cowl off Brian. “Then why do you dress up like him?” The camera pulled back, the arm dangling the cowl in front of Brian. The voice laughed a stomach curdling “Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!”

“Because he’s a symbol...that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you,” Brian retorted with a slight bit of courage in his weak tone.

“Yeah. You do, Brian.” The hand grabbed the side of Brian’s face, the camera coming in close. “You really do.”

The hand pulled the top of Brian’s head as the man whimpered. The hand turned back and stroked Brian’s cheek. “Oh, shh shh shh.”

Demetria shook her head, her stomach growing weak. Bruce’s eyes fixated on the TV, his expression stone cold with eyes colored in disbelief.

“So,” the voice continued on, “you think the Batman's helped Gotham? Hmm?”

Brian didn’t respond.

“LOOK AT ME!”

The roaring voice caused Demetria to jump back, her hand slapping on her mouth.

The camera swung around to reveal the person behind the voice, the sight causing Demetria to yelp, “Jesus Christ!”

The red smeared smile was complimented by his chalk-white foundation and accentuated the long scars on the sides of his face. Two lazily painted black eyeshadow covered his eyes and he revealed his dark yellow teeth.

“You see, this is how crazy Batman's made Gotham. You want order in Gotham, Batman must take off his mask, and turn himself in.”

It was something behind the clown that Demetria recognized. A memory popped up in her mind, her jaw dropping at the realization.

“Oh, and everyday he doesn’t, people will die. Starting tonight. I’m a man of my word.”

As the camera switched around, the man let out a menacing cackle as Brian screamed in the background. Demetria, overcome with her realization and the man’s grim promise, hurried up the stairs, Bruce and Alfred watching her. Bruce turned off the television and glanced at Alfred who shot him a look. He gave the old man a nod, indicating the message was received.

In their bedroom, Demetria grabbed a notebook from her nightstand as well as a pen. She began writing hurriedly, her cursive handwriting slightly smudged from the pen. Upon finishing, she ripped the page from her notebook and folded it. She reached back into the drawer, grabbing an empty envelope and shoving the folded paper in there. She licked the envelope, sealing tightly with her fingers and placed it back into the drawer.

Just as she went to close the drawer, she heard the door unlock and grabbed her anti-anxiety meds.

Bruce entered the room.

“Everything ok?” he asked, gentle concern laced in his tone.

She waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah. Just that video was, uh, pretty overwhelming to watch. I’ll be fine in a few minutes.”

He eyed the pilll bottle in her hand. “You know you should probably put that in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.”

She chuckled. “You’re right. I’m just used to putting them in nightstand drawer. But considering we’re having a bunch of random people over, I guess you’re right.” She paused, a smirk playing on her lips. “Should I leave some viagra in a little bowl for our older guests trying to impress their much younger dates?”

He sat beside her on the bed, smirking at her. “I don’t have any because I don’t need it.”

She hummed, patting his leg. “I wouldn’t say that.”

He pulled her close, his breath hitting her lips. “Not funny.”

“Oh, but it is. It really is.”

She gave him a chaste kiss, nuzzling her nose against his. “You think maybe we should cancel this party? I mean, I don’t think it’s safe.”

“We’re going to be fine,” Bruce reassured.

She sighed, realizing there was no point in changing his mind. “Then I guess I better continue getting ready.”

He chuckled. “Well, don’t get too excited, sweetheart.”

“It’s just...” she stepped back, “I don’t know.” Her fingers toyed the robed belt. “I figured you’d cancel the party and we could spend the night in here...” She continued to move back toward the bathroom area, throwing off the robe to reveal her naked body to him. “And I’d let you do whatever you want to me. But since you won’t cancel it...” She shrugged. “Oh well.”

Bruce could feel his pants grow a little tight and he was ready to have her pay the price. His hungry eyes stayed on her, like a lion ready to pounce on it’s prey. “You get back here. Right. Now.”

She shook her head. “I have to get ready.” She pointed to the tent in his pants. “I suggest you take care of that situation before you leave this room.”

She grabbed the robe from the floor and closed the door behind her, locking it so Bruce wouldn’t try anything.

She exhaled and ran a hand through her damp hair. She wasn’t sure how long this party would last, but she had to make sure Batman got her letter.

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Bruce waited outside near the helicopter landing pad, his hands in his pockets. He watched as the navy blue sky took over the sunset, but once he turned his head, his breath was taken away by an even more beautiful sight.

Demetria walked out on to the helicopter landing pad, her black hair in an updo with long, curled strands of hair framing her face. Her navy blue gown was strapless with a subtle reverse sweetheart neckline, and hugged her small curves just right before flowing out on to the floor. Her makeup stayed on the subtle side with her eyeliner and mascara accentuating her warm, emerald green eyes and her Goldilocks lips were the perfect shade of pink.

“Is it too much?” she asked, stopping in her tracks. She put a hand on her stomach, feeling the knot inside tightening. Her face fell into a panic. “Oh shit, it is, isn’t it?”

He shook his head, his thumb grazing her cheek as he smiled at her adoringly. “You look incredible, sweetheart.”

Color filled her cheeks as her pink lips curved into a bashful smile. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Wayne.”

His lips gently crashed on to hers as he cradled the side of her face. For a moment, as they relished in their kiss, the world was still and time froze. Neither of them could remember the last time they shared such a moment, but they truly savored it while they still could.

Bruce pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, his lips hovering over hers. “For the record, you still owe me from before.”

She hummed against his lips. “I’ll take it into consideration.”

He smirked at her. “You’re lucky I like you. C’mon, let’s go.”

He took her hand in his, leading her onto the helicopter. The pilot helped her up first, Bruce following right after. As the two sat in the back, Demetria turned to him. “What’s the point of doing this again?”

He took her hand once again. “Grand entrances are fun. Plus, wait til’ you see the view from above.”

He felt her latch on to his arm as the sound of the choppers roared in. Soon enough, the helicopter began rising, the weight of the ground lifting. As it took off into Gotham City, Demetria watched the twinkling city below her.

As childish as it seemed, Demetria felt like Jasmine did on that magic carpet with Aladdin. Seeing Gotham from a bird’s eye view, the city looked beautiful and peaceful.

Bruce relished in watching his fiancé’s amazement, hoping he could make her feel this way for the rest of their lives.

She looked over at him. “You were right. This is incredible.”

She scooted closer to him, leaning back on his shoulder as she continued to look out the window. Bruce pressed a kiss to her temple, reaching his hand over to hers on her lap, clasping them.

Both stayed in the moment, wishing they could stay like this forever.

But once the helicopter scoured every inch part of Gotham, it was time to descend back onto the landing pad.

Bruce helped Demetria off the helicopter. Her eyes shifted to the once empty ballroom which was now filled with a large crowd inside staring at her. Her chest grew heavy, palms sweating.

“They’re staring at us,” she told Bruce.

He took her hand. “They see how you beautiful you look”. He gave it squeeze. “Remember, I’ve got you.”

She nodded and exhaled softly as the two made their way inside.

She followed him as the door opened to the gala room. All eyes stayed on them. She flashed a closed mouth smile at partygoers until her eyes met Harvey’s. It wasn’t until his familiar, warm smile that hers became more genuine and honest.

“Sorry we’re late,” Bruce announced. “Glad you started without us!” He let go of Demetria’s hand, clapping his together. “Where's Rachel?!”

Demetria eye’s turned to Rachel, who cringed slightly.

Bruce motioned to her. “Rachel Dawes- my oldest friend. When she told me she was dating Harvey Dent, I had one thing to say... ‘the guy from those god-awful campaign commercials? 'I Believe in Harvey Dent?' Nice slogan, Harvey.”

As the crowd chuckled, Demetria’s smile faltered even more. She was thrown off by the Bruce that was speaking. It was like the second his hand left hers, he’d become another man. He’d become like everyone else in the crowd - pompous and slightly arrogance.

He’s putting on a show for them, she thought to herself. This is not the real him.

“Certainly caught Rachel's attention,” Bruce went on. “But then I started paying attention to Harvey, and all he's been doing as our new D.A., and you know what? I believe in Harvey Dent. On his watch, Gotham can feel a little safer. A little more optimistic. But what he’s done for Gotham isn’t just the only good thing Harvey Dent has done.”

He then shifted his tone and his gaze, now looking at Demetria who’s heart dropped to her stomach.

“Harvey convinced his good friend from college, Demetria Gallagher, to move to Gotham,” Bruce continued, smiling at her. “It’s because of Harvey and Rachel that I was introduced to the love of my life.”

The crowd let out a collective “aw” as Demetria gave him a small smile.

“I spent years thinking I’d never find the ‘one’.” He turned back to the crowd. “I figured if I’m never gonna find her, why not have some fun? And I did.”

The crowd laughed. Demetria rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“Then I ran into Rachel having a lunch with this beautiful woman and I couldn’t help myself. I asked her three times to have dinner with me.” Bruce shifted his attention to Demetria, taking her hand in his. “While I will never know who or what convinced you to say ‘yes’, all I know is that from the moment I left that dinner, I knew this witty, kind, beautiful woman was who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Demetria, to say you are my heart and my soul is simply not enough. There will never be enough words or adjectives or uses of symbolism to describe how much you mean to me and how happy you make me. I love you more than anything.”

The crowd, once again, “awed” as he pecked Demetria’s cheek. He then grabbed two glasses of champagne off the server’s tray, handing one to Demetria. He then turned back to the crowd, raising his glass. “To-.”

“I just want to say something really quickly,” Demetria spoke up, putting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “If that’s, ok?”

Bruce smiled, her sudden burst of confidence bringing him pride. “By all means.”

She turned to the crowd. “You all know Harvey as your DA, but I know him as my confidant, my greatest friend, and above all, my family. He’s also my get out of jail free card, but that’s neither here nor there.”

Everyone laughed as Harvey shook his head. Demetria turned to her best friend, her smile fading a bit.

“Harvey, you’re selflessness and dedication to making Gotham City a safer one for its citizens is not just admirable, but also inspirational. You fight for the voiceless, the scared, and for those who want to make their home a better place. You’re one of the reasons Gotham has a brighter future.”

“So get out your checkbooks and let's make sure that he stays right where all of Gotham wants him,” Bruce toasted. “All except Gotham's criminals, of course. To the face of Gotham's bright future- Harvey Dent.”

Everyone toasted and took a sip of their champagne.

As the crowd went back to their party, Bruce turned to Demetria.

“I’m going to go outside for a bit,” he told her, pecking her cheek. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She opened her mouth to protest but it was too late - he’d wandered off. She sighed, wondering how he could he just leave her to fend for herself at their first gala together. She took a sip of her champagne, giving up and giving in to the situation at hand.

“You’re a very lucky woman,” an elderly woman marveled. “And quite adorable. I bet Martha would’ve loved you.”

“Thank you, that’s so kind,” Demetria remarked. “Were you a friend of hers?”

“We were both on the chair for many charities. Such a wonderful woman. If you’re interested, I would love to bring you aboard some of them and get you acquainted.”

“I would love that! I’m actually working with the boy’s home and helping them with renovations and whatnot.”

“How wonderful!”

“I’ve also expressed interest in helping them with schooling and whatnot.”

The gleam in the woman’s eyes softened. “Oh...really, now?”

“Yeah, I would love to do some teaching.”

“She’s going to do a fantastic job,” Harvey remarked, chiming in. He threw his hand around Demetria’s shoulders. “Those kids are going to be well looked after thanks to her.”

“I don’t doubt that,” the woman agreed before walking off.

Demetria turned to Harvey. “I think she realized I wasn’t one of them.”

“Who cares?” he shrugged. “But forgetting that, you’re seriously going to become a teacher?”

“I brought it up to Monsignor O’Malley about the possibility of teaching English. Besides, it would give me something to do that I actually like. You know, talking to them about novels and what it means to express yourself in your writing.”

“That’s fantastic!” Harvey remarked. “You would be perfect for that.”

“I hope so. How are you handling this...whatever it is?”

He sighed. “I’m...just here. How about you?”

“I wanna go into my bedroom and go under the covers and wait til’ everyone leaves.”

“Well for what it’s worth, you look beautiful tonight.”

“I’m working with what I’ve got.”

“Bruce is very lucky.”

“Yeah, he should be. But he decided to give up on the party.”

Harvey furrowed his eyebrows as Demetria motioned her head to the outside. He then turned his head, the two watching Bruce and Rachel engage in what appeared to be an intense conversation.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Demetria wondered aloud.

He quickly glanced over and took a look sip of his champagne. “Probably nothing.”

Her lips curved into a smirk as she eyed Harvey. “Don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re getting defensive.”

“And you’re annoying me.”

“After that heartfelt speech I gave, that’s the thanks I get?”

“It was alright.”

She punched him in the shoulder, causing him to cringe. “Asshole. I gave a beautiful speech.”

He rubbed his shoulder. “Well, hopefully it will be just a nice ad one you’ll give at my wedding.”

Her eyes widened. “Shut the fuck up. You proposed to Rachel?”

“Not yet. I’m planning to.”

Her mouth hung open as she leaned in close. “Holy shit, dude! When?!”

“Well first there are some things I gotta-.”

“So you two are friends, yes?” another female guest inquired, cutting him off. Her arm was linked with a man who looked at least 20 years older than she did.

Harvey and Demetria turned to her. “We most certainly are,” Demetria agreed, pinching his cheek.

“So how long ago did you two date?” one man remarked, chuckling.

Harvey and Demetria’s eyes went wide.

“We never have,” Harvey answered.

The man elbowed Harvey, laughing. “Aw, c’mon son. It’s alright.”

“He’s basically my brother,” Demetria said.

The man shook his head as he and his concerned date turned away. Demetria and Harvey turned to each other.

“Oh my god these people suck,” she giggled to Harvey. “At least they’ll fund you.”

“Yeah, I could give a shit,” he retorted.

“Mind if I steal him for a bit?” Rachel asked, chiming in.

“By all means,” Demetria motioned.

Harvey and Rachel went off when Demetria noticed Bruce still standing outside. She made her way out.

“Doing ok there?”

Bruce turned to her, smiling. “So far, so good.”

“I love you but you’re not the best liar,” she chuckled, her fingers gently combing his hair. “Babe, if you want to leave, say the word and we’ll sneak out. We can go anywhere.”

“Tempting,” he remarked, smirking. “Where do you propose we go?”

She cocked her head back, shoulders shrugging. “Anywhere. We could literally get in a car and go anywhere we want.” She paused. “Anywhere you want.”

Bruce’s body turned to face her, giving her his full undivided attention. She set her glass down on the railing.

“While I think it’s sweet that you threw this for Harvey, I don’t want to be alone in a room with people I don’t know let alone give a shit about. I would rather be with you in the middle of nowhere where we don’t have to pretend we’re people that we’re not.”

His smile faltered, his eyes going to the ground. Demeteria shoulders tightened, fear creeping into her now uneasy stomach.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“There’s something I have to tell you.”

She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “What did I do?”

He shook his head. “No, you did nothing wrong. It’s...” He sighed. “I never want to keep anything from you.”

“What have you been keeping from me?” she questioned, her voice low

He scanned the area as well as the inside of the ballroom. Realizing he wasn’t the safest, let alone most secure place, he leaned closer toward her. “I’ll go in the bedroom and grab a couple things. Go tell Alfred we’re heading out. We’ll meet at the elevator, alright?”

“Bruce-.”

He kissed her cheek and made his way inside. Bruce pushed through the crowd, fielding attempts of conversation from partygoers. She threw her hands up in defeat as an annoyed exhale left her mouth.

“At least we’re leaving,” she muttered under her breath.

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In their bedroom, Bruce grabbed a set of keys for one of the cars from his safe in their closet. Realizing it was probably best to bring her anxiety med, he went into the medicine cabinet only to find it wasn’t there.

He then remembered her saying she always kept it in the drawer in her nightside table.

Figuring she put it back, he went over to it and opened the drawer and there it was. When he pulled it out, he noticed an envelope underneath with ‘For Batman’ written on it.

He quickly glanced back at the door to make sure the door was closed. He then set down the bag and opened the envelope to find a handwritten letter.

My Night Friend ,

There’s something you need to know about that viral video of the copycat.

I recognize the kitchen in the video. It’s the Fatted Calf on East 28th. A guy I briefly saw in college worked there and I hung out with him in the kitchen while he was closing up the shop.

What people don’t know is that there’s a secret room. The guy told me the owner had it made to be used as a bomb shelter back in the day. It’s located right beside the freezer. If you can get into the boss’ office, there’s a special key inside a safe that can open the door. The Joker may be taking shelter in there.

Take what you will with this information. I hope it serves you well.

Sincerely,

Your Rooftop Friend

Bruce’s couldn’t believe what he was reading. His fiancé, the love of his life, was helping the Batman. The severity of the situation as well as time the huge piece of information made him realize he needed to get both of them out of the penthouse and into the Batcave. He could explain everything to her there.

Shoving the letter into the bag, he zipped it up and made his way to the door when something on the security camera screen made him stop.

It was The Joker followed by some henchmen.

He threw the bag in the closet hurriedly, closing the door, and made his way to the party. Seeing Harvey Dent close by talking to Rachel, he figured he’d had enough time to get Harvey to safety and then grab Demetria.

He came up behind Harvey, putting Harvey in a headlock as Rachel’s eyes widened in fear.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she exclaimed.��

“They’re coming for him,” Bruce said, using his Batman voice. “Go grab her and get yourselves to safety.”

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Demetria spotted Alfred near the wall area. She made her way over, catching the old man’s attention.

“There you Miss Gallagher,” he greeted. “Are you having fun?”

“I feel like a zoo animal. I’ve had more people stare at me than actually talk to me. Anyway, Bruce and I are heading out.”

Alfred chuckled. “You and Master Wayne are a truly perfect fit.”

She eyed the room before leaning closer toward Alfred. “Alfred, he said he had something he’d been meaning to tell me. Any idea what it could be?”

Just then, the sound of a single gunshot silence the room. Everyone turned, including Demetria and Alfred, to see The Joker, the man from the video, enter the ballroom with his posse of men behind him wearing clown masks.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” he greeted in a sing-song voice.

His posse pointed guns at the crowd, a silent order to step back. The crowd formed a circle around The Joker.

Alfred, who was a few rows behind the crowd, stood in front of Demetria.

“Stay behind me,” he whispered to her.

She watched from behind his shoulder.

The sound of tray hitting the ground, broke the silence. The Joker looked back for a moment before turning back to the crowd.

“We are...tonight’s entertainment.” He grabbed a piece of shrimp from a table, stuffing it into his mouth. He looked around. “Only one question - where is Harvey Dent?”

He eyed around, pointing the gun at a group of women before ripping one of their glasses of champagne from their hands and taking a swig of it. He set back on the table and began questioning those he passed, occasionally grabbing at them.

“You know where Harvey is? Do you know who he is?”

He squeezed one guy’s cheek. “Do you know where Harvey is? I need to talk to him about something. Something little.”

He went up to an old white man. “You know I’ll settle for his loved ones.”

Meanwhile, Demetria felt someone grab her hand. She turned to find Rachel.

“We need to get you out of here,” Rachel whispered.

Demetria went to follow Rachel when she felt someone grab her hand.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, sweetcheeks?” one of the masked men retorted.

He grabbed Demetria, despite her attempts to break free. Her heart rate quickened, stomach growing weak as the man pushed her in front of the crowd.

“Hey boss!” He called out. “It’s her!”

The Joker turned to her, his fixation on her making her blood run cold. She stood frozen and helpless. He got into her face. “So this is the future Mrs. Wayne. You’re also Harvey Dent’s best friend.”

He grabbed Demetria’s face, cradling it forcefully.

“Harvey is your best friend, isn’t he? Your buddy ol pal?” He let out a vicious cackle. “Possibly an old lover? An unrequited love? Either way, you’re somewhat of an asset to him.”

She moved her eyes, looking around as the crowd watched her in fear.

“C'mere, look at me.”

She whimpered, closing her eyes.

He tightened his grip on her hair “LOOK AT ME!”

She yelped, opening her eyes as tears filled to the brim.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh shh, shh, shh,” he hushed her teasingly. “Well you look upset.” He asked, pointing to scars on his mouth with his knife. “Is it these? Is it the scars? You wanna know how I got ‘em?”

She didn’t have time to answer, at least he didn’t bother to give her a chance to. She went to move her head when he grabbed her again. “Hey, look at me.”

She stopped moving, her eyes on him. “So, I had a wife, who was beautiful...like you, who tells me I worry too much, who tells me I oughta smile more, who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks.”

She squirmed when The Joker pulled her back. “One day they carve her face. And we got no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just want to see her smile again. Hmm? I just wanted to let her know that I don't care about the scars. So, I stick a razor in my mouth and do this to myself. ”

She squeaked, frightened as he put the knife to his scars.

“And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves! Now I see the funny side. Now, I'm always smiling!”

He pulled her back, took the knife, and slashed her forearm, the sharp stinging, sensation causing her to let out a blood curdling scream. She collapsed onto the ground, blood spilling down her arm and onto the marble floor.

Demetria couldn’t move, her body frozen, mind unable to process what had just happened. She opened her mouth to speak, her chest stinging in pain and her head growing lightheaded as the Joker stepped on her bleeding arm.

“Please help me,” she begged in between her hyperventilating. “Please...I’m...I can’t...help!”

“Why doesn’t Harvey Dent come save his best friend?!” The Joker called out.

“Let her go!”

Rachel made her way. The Joker stomped on Demetria’s arm one last time.

Alfred rushed to her side. “Deep breaths, Miss,” he whispered. “Deep breaths.”

“Alfred...I’m gonna....don’t let me...”

“You’re going to be alright.”

“Step back!” one of the masked henchman ordered, pointing a gun at Alfred.

Alfred held up his hands stepping back from Demetria. The henchman walked away as Demetria continued to hyperventilate.

She was going to die in front of everyone. Her vision became blurry, her breath uncontrollable. She watched in what she thought would be her final moments Batman attack The Joker.

In and out of blackness, she heard glass shatter followed by footsteps.

Tears strolled down her face as she struggled to breathe, trying to hold on to whatever breath she had left, her body shivering. Alfred rushed to her once again.

“Don’t just stand there!” he cried out. “Someone call a bloody ambulance!”

He gave Demetria his hand, which she held onto tightly.

“Stay with me,” he told her. “Stay with me.”

But she wasn’t sure how long she could last. Between the chest pains and the pains from her wound and the light-headedness, she was barely holding on.

How badly she wanted to see Bruce....and how could he leave her like this?

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kneamet · 3 years

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Angel of cards (7/16)

Trigger Warning: yandere, obsession, obsessive thoughts.

Summary: Joker, Mr. J, anarchist psychopath, Tom Hiddleston. He had many nicknames. Joker was Gotham’s most dangerous and insightful man, with sharp makeup and horribly memorable scars on his face in the form of a smile. He was absolutely crazy and deadly. No one knows his real identity and everyone is afraid of his cruel jokes. But what happens when he becomes obsessed with an ordinary girl?

She belongs to him. No one can take her away from him. Even The Batman.

Chapter seven: unexpected guests

Harvey just couldn't think rationally the last day. Blake. His beloved niece, whom he had so fiercely protected and so passionately cherished. She was his favorite relative, the only person who supported him in what he was doing now.

And now, he was standing in an elevator with an equally beloved man, a beloved woman, Rachel Dawes, who was the most beautiful person in his life. The love of his life. Rachel had always been sympathetic and untruthful to him, and there was nothing he could do to repay her. Except to propose to her.

Harvey, as well as his Rachel, were now at a" party " with Bruce Wayne, with whom his beloved had known since childhood. And that's fine, even when Bruce, with his pretentiousness, infuriated him. But that was just a small thing, given that he'd called him this afternoon to let him know that he'd do everything he could to find Blake.

Dent looked at Rachel, who was biting her lip in her usual way and looking a little worried. He knew that his beloved, as well as he himself, did not particularly like all these social events, and they liked an ordinary evening with delicious wine and an old movie more.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped and opened its doors, giving Harvey and Rachel a view of the rich people standing around each other drinking champagne.

"Harvey Dent, scourge of the underworld... Rachel suddenly began, beginning to circle slightly around Dent and look at him with what Harvey, and probably Bruce, thought were beautiful eyes. "...scared to death of the powerful, " she said ironically, but she still understood that Harvey was having a hard time, which he basically appreciated. Suddenly her eyes caught on something, and she smiled and looked back at Harvey. "I'll be back soon."

"Rachel," Dent said softly as she left, and suddenly a familiar voice came from the left side.

"Would you like some courage, Mr. Dent?" said a man who looked very familiar, but Harvey had some doubts that this was the man Rachel had told him about.

"Thank you. Alfred, right?" Harvey decided to make sure as he accepted the glass.

"That's right, sir," the older man replied with a polite smile.

"Rachel talks about you all the time. You've known her all her life," Dent knew that Alfred was one of the only people who cared about Rachel. She always praised him.

"Oh, not really, sir," Alfred corrected quickly, shifting the tray to his other hand.

"Should we be wary of her crazy exes?" Harvey looked away and looked into the crowd, looking for Rachel.

"Oh, you have no idea how much," Alfred advised and disappeared into the crowd, disappearing unnoticed and smiling cunningly. Harvey looked up at him in surprise, his mouth slightly open.

But no, I need to find Rachel now.

***

The social gathering, as the rich people called it, or the simple party, as Rachel, Bruce, and Harvey would have called it, was going well. People were drinking champagne and wine, and the music played in the background in a quiet background, only adding to the charm.

Everything was fine. Bruce Wayne, surrounded by a crowd of Russian ballerinas, arrived in a private helicopter, saying that he was a little late. He even thanked Harvey for his contribution.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," a loud and drawling baritone voice suddenly rang out, drawing the attention of people who turned their drunken eyes toward those who had arrived, until they noticed his makeup and heard the sound of a cracked lamp somewhere above.

Shouts were heard from the sides. The Joker grinned. That was exactly what he wanted. It was so nice to see their frightened faces. He took a step forward, stepping out of the elevator and passing on, looking for the people who were now looking at him in pitiful fright.

He felt like a God now. A God who can control people's feelings and make them do what he wants. Oh, how he wanted his angel to listen to him. His lovely, frightened little angel, probably begging hard for help right now. She was glad to be with him, though.

"Now we'll entertain you," he said again, grinning at the people around him. "I have one question:" he drawled, walking slowly towards the people and even slightly dancing and jumping up and down. His usual manner, no wonder. "Where's Harvey Dent?" he shouted loudly to the entire room, taking a glass of champagne and spilling most of it as he stared at the man. "Do you know where Harvey is? Do you know him?"" he turned to the other man, placing a glass of unpleasant alcohol, which he did not particularly like, on the snack table.

The Joker slowly surveyed the people. He saw in them the whole spectrum of negative emotions, ranging from anger to contempt with horror. How ugly they all are. And no, not physically, like the Joker, but morally.

"You know, me and his family will be fine," the Joker said to no one else, making his usual smacking lips.

"We can't be intimidated by bandits," the voice said. It seems that someone was very brave, Joker thought, and turned to the owner of the old voice.

That's right, there was an elderly man standing next to him, raising his head up and up. It seems that someone wanted to show their superiority.

"Listen..." the Joker muttered, pulling a small pull-out knife from his nearest pocket and sliding it up unnoticed, his other hand shaking as he straightened his hair. "...you look like my father, " the man said with disdain in his voice, literally running into the older man with quick movements and putting a knife to the corners of his mouth. "I hated my father," he said with hatred, only pressing harder and feeling the indignant and frightened feeling in the man.

"Okay, wait," came a sudden voice from the left side. Voice. Female. Slightly squeaky, but quite pretty. Such voices do not wish you well. They will surely only be able to do harm.

The Joker turned his head and lowered his hands to look in the direction of the voice. A woman was looking at him, hands on her hips. A pretty woman. Brown hair, softly tied up in a bun, and blue eyes. She was really beautiful.

But the Joker had always known that beautiful girls were equal to loss and suffering. So no, especially since she reminded him too much of the woman he hated so vividly and despised so fiercely. His mother.

And even more so, this woman was no more beautiful than his angel. No, his angel was perfect. She was simply incomparable and he must protect his angel. Definitely should.

"Hello, beautiful," the Joker said gently, as some might think, and very mockingly, smoothing his hair with the hand that held the knife. "You must be Harvey's chick," he said gruffly, pointing at the woman with the knife as people backed up around her. But no, although he allowed himself to communicate with other women in this way, he would not allow himself to communicate with his angel in this way.

Joker could see the contempt on the face of the Harvey woman, who was looking at him with defiance and a little fear. Really brave.

Finally, the Joker moved even closer to the woman who came up to his chin. How low. He looked down at her and lifted his hand, smacking his lips lightly. "You're so nervous. Is it because of the scars? Tell me where they're from?" he asked her, asking impossibly stupid questions. She turned away and looked away as the Joker quickly cupped her face in his hands, pointing the knife at her mouth. "Hey," he said, treating her very roughly. "Look at me," he advised, leaning closer to her father and creating a dangerous effect. "I had a wife. Beautiful as my angel, " he saw her surprised and frightened look, felt her gears turning with her brain. "She told me I was too sad..." he put the knife in his mouth."...that I need to smile more often. “She was a gambler, and she owed the sharks a lot. Hey, " seeing her not looking at him, the Joker took offense and only pressed harder on the knife. "They cut her face once," he continued, only squeezing the woman's face harder, which only made her wince. "We had no money for the operation. It was killing her, " he whispered softly. "I just wanted her to smile again. I wanted her to know that I didn't care about the scars. 'So...' He only paused, as if amplifying the effects of the silence. "...I put the blade in my mouth and did it... he explained, tucking a curl behind his ear with his free finger. On the one hand, it might seem that he was just flirting with her, but no. He is faithful, and will always be faithful only to his angel. "...by myself. And you know what? She couldn't see me," the Joker said in mock bitterness, raising his eyebrows and continuing to press with shaking hands. "She's gone. Now I see the irony. I'm always smiling now, " he drawled, when suddenly Rachel felt a kick in the balls.

Oh, he covered it with his hands, but also quickly removed them. The Joker looked at the woman and shook the knife slightly.

"You like to fight. I like it, " he remarked, and was about to move closer to her when a painfully familiar and filtered voice came from behind.

"Then you'll like it."

Batman. The Joker smiled, not even turning to look at him. It's time for a great game.

***

"What have I done," a small boyish voice whispered. The guy opened his eyes in amazement and fell to his knees in surprise, continued to look at his hands full of blood. The red blood that had oozed from his mother earlier.

He looked at his mother's corpse, still not believing what was happening. What's happening?

"You did the right thing," the voice said. Such a familiar voice in my mind. The joker. He mentally patted the main person on the shoulder and roughly kissed his forehead, which was lowered down. "You've done well, but I'll take your place now, my dear boy Tom."

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A Boy and his Doll pt 2

Sarah Essen looked around in absolute horror at the slew of dead bodies that were scattered all over the floors of the GCPD as you were zip tying her to a chair in the middle of the station. The fake police officers, including the cannibalistic serial killer Robert Greenwood, were walking around checking for survivors to finish off. Essen couldn't believe this. So many lives taken in such a violent and senseless manner. It was like if a nightmare and a bad lsd trip had a demon child. Her fear induced trance was broken when she saw Jerome approaching, whistling a tune and tossing his hat to the side.

"Hell of a first week you're having, Commissioner! I wish I could tell you that things are gonna get better for you. They're not", Jerome said as he removed his jacket and tossed it alongside his hat. It was getting a bit hard to focus on your task at hand since you couldn't stop looking at Jerome in his cop disguise. He was definitely the type of man who looked drop dead handsome in a uniform. Greenwood then appeared behind Jerome with a news station camera. Didn't look anywhere as good as Jerome did. Jerome turned to him and waved his hands around the room. "Here. Get a better angle of the room", said Jerome. You had just finished binding Essen when Jerome looked over at you with a giant smile and held his hand out for you to come to him. "And you, my lovely, were superb! Such a wonderful performance! I couldn't have been more proud of ya!" That smile of his was such a giant weakness of yours. You walked over to Jerome, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Kisses: another giant weakness.

"Was I really that good? Part of me felt like I was trying a little too hard", you chuckled. Jerome held your chin with his thumb and index finger and laughed along with you. "Dolly, you were perfect. A beautiful shining star! We'll have to get you a spot on Broadway!" You giggled and gave him another big kiss on the lips and he gladly reciprocated with a low growl in his voice as he bit your lower lip. Greenwood gave a groaning sigh as he watched you and Jerome flirting with one another.

"Why are you doing this?", Essen finally said. Jerome was so wrapped up in his flirting that he almost forgot she was there. He turned back in her direction as he spoke. "To rule the world. Blah, blah, blah", replied Jerome, waving his hands to emphasize the blahs. "But we'll settle for some dead cops and good PR." The two of you shared a chuckle, but Essen was understandabley not amused. Neither was Greenwood, who let out an exasperated sigh.

"Kidding", Jerome said, as if Essen had missed the punchline to a joke.

"Yeah. Whatever. I get it. You're just crazy", replied Essen. Both you and Jerome shot a confused glare in her direction. "Crazy?", Jerome queried, cocking his head to the side. He then knelt down right in front of Essen to meet her at eye level while you walked behind Essen, placing your hands on the back of her chair.

"Look at me", whispered Jerome, placing his hand on his chest. "You can see I'm not crazy." You nodded in agreement and started playing with Essen's hair. It was long, thick, and curly. And you couldn't help but run your fingers through her curls in admiration, much to Essen's annoyance.

"I'll tell you whats crazy, Commish', you said amusingly. "Thinking that you could actually clean up this dump of a city. You and those two bickering douchebags that you work with", referring to Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock. Jerome laughed out loud and the two of you shared a high five. He loved the fact that his lady was as morbibly funny as he. Essen snatched away from you and looked Jerome dead in the eyes.

"Very soon little man, you will be dead. And the world will go on living without you", Essen snobbishly said. "You'll be nothing. No one will even remember your name." She appeared to try and scare you and Jerome into letting her go. But you could see right through her bullshit bluff and so could Jerome. Then she looked up at you with the same snotty demenor. "And you, little girl, are being fooled and brainwashed by this psycho. Do you really think you'll have some kind of glamorous life of crime with him? Like you're the next Bonnie and Clyde? Well, that didn't work for them and it sure as hell won't work for you."

You scoffed at Essen's remarks and grabbed a fistful of her hair, causing her to let out a painful groan. There was an almost mischevious grin on your face while watching her struggle. "I ain't fooled or brainwashed, you stuck up bitch. And I don't think we'll live a glamorous life of crime. I KNOW we will. What we got going on here are merely appetizers compared to what we got cooking up next. It'll put Bonnie and Clyde to shame!", you proudly proclaimed. Essen snatched away from you again, this time while laughing out loud. "It's so cute that you think that, dear. Like I said, no one will bother trying to remember either of you."

Jerome let out a grunting sigh and rolled his eyes. "No," he said. "That is where you are wrong, old lady." Jerome rose to his feet with that Cheshire cat smile of his and leaned onto the front of Essen's chair.

"We will leave a mark on this city! We will spread across it like a virus!", Jerome hissed in Essen's ear. "Do you know why?"

"There's nothing more contagious than laughter!", chuckled Greenwood in the background.

Jerome pulled out his gun and fired two shots into Greenwood's chest, sending him tumbling backwards on the ground. You walked over to Greenwood and fired the final shot between his eyes. Essen was really starting to get scared now. What she was witnessing was pure madness and it was becoming clear that she would soon be the next victim of it.

"My line", said Jerome as he strapped his gun back onto his belt. "There's nothing more contagious than laughter!" He laughed out loud in Essen's face and was met with her spitting in his mouth. He jerked back, stuck out his tongue, and then he smacked his lips with an intrigued look. You walked around the chair to face Essen with a angry grin on your face. "That was strangely pleasant", he said to Essen. Then you saw the Cheshire cat smile spread across his face. "Do it again."

Essen then headbutted Jerome as hard as she could. "That's gonna leave a mark!", she exclaimed as Jerome groaned in pain. Enraged, you raised your hand and punched Essen twice as hard as you could. You were gonna show that stuck up cunt what happens when anyone even thinks about cracking your man's face open. However, Jerome stood back up laughing hysterically with blood pouring from his nose. It was as if Essen had tickled him rather than headbutted him.

"Ya got me!", he shouted. The brave face than Essen had worn the whole time had finally dropped completely. Pain seemed to be some type of superpower for this boy, probably due to his abusive childhood. So no amount of fighting will keep him from killing her. And the fact that she was unable to defend herself filled her with even more dread.You raised your gun right between Essen's eyes, greatly looking forward to finishing her off as you did with Greenwood.

A playful grin was on your face as you put you finger in the trigger. "Want me to blow her away for you, babes?", you asked eagarliy. Jerome held your chin with his thumb and index finger, turning your head to face him. That smile of his plus the blood running down his face made him look even hotter than ever. You now understood why some girls were attracted to psycho killers. "Much appreciated, my lovely. But leave this one to me. I wanna have a little more fun here", Jerome chuckled. Nodding, you holstered your gun and stepped back with your arms crossed. As much as you wanted to end Essen's life for what she did, it'll be so much more fun watching Jerome do it. He was so happy when he killed people and you absolutely loved seeing him happy.

Jerome slowly inched closer to Essen's face, waving his hands around in front of her.

"My turn!", he whispered. Jerome then laughed loudly and manically with you joining in from the background. Tears fell from Essen's eyes as Jerome got closer.

Her screams echoed through the halls of the police station. As if there were anyone around to listen.....

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vee-is-a-writter-now · 4 years

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•Lillies and daisies• Pt. 1

Prologue

Summary: Billy ends up stuck with a girl who stumbled into his place one night only to faint right after, when she wakes up she remembers nothing about herself or her life, now it’s up to billy to help her figure out what comes next.

A/N: After literally forever im back. I’m really excited about this story and maybe it’s starting to make some type of sense? I haven’t figured out the name thing yet butttt I’m sure I’m keeping the first person narrative. Let me know what you think

Warnings: Angst?, language, mentions of amnesia.

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I was starting to wake up, and as soon as I took a deep breath, I knew something was missing. I didn't know what but it felt like a void.

I opened my eyes and saw white curtains hiding a bright sky.

Wait a second... where am I?

This wasn't my room, in fact, I didn't remember what my room was like, but this wasn't it.

Drowned on my thoughts, I slowly started realizing that my room wasn't the only thing I couldn't remember. My house, my family, my friends, myself, I couldn't even remember my name. I could barely notice that what I was wearing wasn't mine, merely because the t-shirt with "Pink Floyd" written on it was at least three sizes bigger.

It would be an understatement to say I was freaked out. I started breathing heavily and my eyes started getting watery, it felt like my head was soon going to implode from how fast my train of thought was going, it almost made me feel dizzy.

Before I could panic any longer, someone opened the door. A guy, with the bluest of eyes i’ve ever seen, probably due to my state. If I would have been in another situation, I probably would have... well, I don't know. I didn't remember what I would have done.

"So, sleeping beauty is awake. How was your nap, princess?" The guy said closing the door and coming closer to me.

Out of fear i hugged my legs to my chest sliding away from him "Who are you?" I asked, feeling how my voice cracked. Even my voice felt unfamiliar.

He seemed to have taken the hint and stayed right where he was standing. "Well, that's what I'm asking you". I could see the muscles of his arms tense while he crossed them.

"What do you mean? This is your house isn't it?" The amount of questions I had on my head were making me even more dizzy than before.

" Yeah, house you ran into without invitation last night,only to pass out right after." I was about to tell him I wasn't in a mood for jokes, but I could tell how serious he was, his eyes were darker than they had been seconds ago, and they seemed to be lightly tinted with concern.

"Sorry, I-I did what?"

"So you were that drunk huh?" I, for a second, thought he was as confused as me, but his face was so expressionless, I just couldn't tell.

"What? No... I mean I-I don't know"

"Right... Lets start with easier questions, princess. What's your name." I closed my eyes, I tried to remember as hard as I could but nothing came to my mind. "It's not that hard"

" I'm... i-i... I'm sorry, i can't remember." A single tear rolled down my cheek, while I pronounced those words.

" Shit" i heard him whisper "Do you remember where you live?" I shook my head silently " Do you remember anyone you know?" No, again.

" What's happening to me?" I said so low he almost couldn't hear it.

“Im no expert but i think you have amnesia, let me check your head.” he waited a couple seconds until he was sure i wouldn’t freak out if he came any closer, then he walked to the opposite side of the bed and sat behind me. His hands delicately started parting my hair and pressing softly. Nothing hurt until he got to the lower back of my head, as soon as his fingers touched that area i felt a pulsating pain so strong i had to hold my breath.

He quickly removed his hands apologizing for the pain. “It looks like you took a pretty rough hit here, i think there’s blood too but i’m not sure. I’m gonna bring you some ice, that might help with the pain.”

I heard his steps behind me and soon enough i saw him walk out of the room leaving the door open. When i looked behind me i noticed the pillow had some specs blood on it as well, not enough to get worried but it was still there. Not long after he was back with a pack of ice wrapped around a towel, he handed it to me and i carefully placed it on the wounded area.

I exhaled heavily trying to put all the pieces together. The fact that I didn't know where I was, who this guy was, who I was, and most importantly, where I came from. I believe neither of us knew what to say on a situation like this so we just stayed silent for a couple minutes.

He was the one to break the silence "Look, I gotta go out for a couple hours. You can spend the night here if you want, I don't mind." He started to pick up some stuff from the night table. As almost every other piece of furniture on the room, it was a medium light brown with an old looking vibe.

"Thank you so much, but I don't think it's reasonable to stay in a strangers house." I looked down and started playing with my fingers. For some reason the way he looked at me made me feel really nervous and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to make a coherent sentence with his eyes looking into mine. "I'll get out of here as soon as I can, don't worry."

He stood there for a couple seconds just analyzing me, and then said:

"I'm Billy, I love music and I work at the record store. Lucky for you we are not strangers anymore." He winked at me and then walked out of the room.

I sat there with a racing heart and a racing mind, feeling all types of ways and absolutely nothing at the same time. Nothing made sense, i was confused and scared, and i didn’t know how i was gonna get myself out of this one.

I heard what I thought was the front door closing and I decided to stand up and go look for a bathroom. That didn't take me long because it happened to be inside his room following a walk-in closet, where I found some clothes that I supposed were mine, and if they weren't I was going to wear them anyways.

I walked in, and as soon as I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt shame tinting my cheeks a light pink. My makeup was completely fucked, I had worryingly big under eye bags, and my lips where pail and swollen for some reason.

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While washing my hair I noticed something interesting. The smell of the shampoo almost made me feel like normal again, it felt like something i’d felt before. I thought it was so ironic I found this stranger's hygiene product more personal and close to me than my own face. I didn't think anything else of it.

Half an hour later, i was putting on a coat that seemed somewhat my size. Billy must have had a girlfriend I didn't know about, a roommate or a sister, I don't know, but I was sure that coat wasn't his. I felt bad taking it without permission, but in my defense it was fall, which I figured because of the browny-orange trees outside of curly guy's window, and that meant it was gonna be windy and cold.

Before getting out of there I looked around. Something made me feel warm about his house, it looked rustic, everything was brown or warm toned, which matched perfectly with the season outside. I wondered if that was intentional.

On my way out I closed the door and spent a solid minute trying to decide if I should go right or left. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, I would have been lost either way, but a small dandelion seed flew right in from of my face, dancing with the wind going east, making the choice for me.

Just when I couldn't see the apartment behind me anymore, I realized how screwed i was, why did i think it was a good idea to walk out of the apartment in the first place? God, i didn't even knew which city I was in. I was starving and had no money to buy anything, or so I thought until I slipped my hand inside the coat to get it a little bit warmer, and I felt a handful of bills there. Lucky for me it was a ten dollar bill and two dollar bills, it wasn’t much but it could save me from starvation.

I started looking around for a place to eat from where I was standing and not far I saw something that seemed like a coffee shop. Without a second thought i walked in that direction feeling my stomach growl every time louder.

The smell of warm bread and coffee that smacked my face as I opened the door was glorious. I closed my eyes and smiled before walking to one of the empty tables and sitting on one of the dark wood tables closer to the window.

I was so distracted looking at the place, I didn't even noticed when one of the girls that worked there walked to my table and started talking to me. "Good morning and welcome to Harvey's, can I help you with your order?" She was looking at me with a bright smile on her face.

"I... umm..." what do people ordered on this type of places? My cheeks started to blush once again. "I want whatever the hell smells so good. What is it?"

" Oh, is a combination of our fresh bread and season special Hot cinnamon chocolate, should I bring you that?" The girl said on a sweet whisper, that made her British accent a little bit more obvious. British accent... did that mean i was in England? But then again Billy didn’t have an accent, which made me even more confused.

"Please" I smiled back, letting myself pick a little on the contagious happiness she expelled

I ran out of things to analyze moments later, so my mind went back to to everything that was wrong with me and my life.

It felt so terrible to be alone, and in the most literal possible way, I was. And then I started thinking if it was all my fault. Was I so bad that all the people and memories decided to run away from me? It sounded so dumb but in that vulnerable moment that’s what it felt like.

It was almost as if there was a void inside me and every thought was making it bigger and wider, which made me feel like if I was standing at the edge, like if at any moment I was gonna fall.

Tears slowly started to run down my cheeks, i almost didn’t notice them until one dropped to my hand placed on top of the table.

"Oh love" I heard the waitress next to me, gently rubbing my shoulder and then sitting in front of me. "Are you ok? Here, take a sip of your chocolate" I did as she told me, and took the napkin she had brought to wipe my eyes dry.

"I'm ok, just a little overwhelmed... that's all"

"Do you want to talk about it? The place doesn’t get busy until 10:30 so i’ve got a couple minutes free."

I really wanted to, so bad, and I couldn’t find a reason not to, why would I care when she was a stranger, just like everybody else? So, I told her everything, from the moment that I opened my eyes a couple hours before, until I walked into that place. And she listened, with that a sad look on her eyes that made them look a little more green “I’m so sorry, you must feel terrible. I wish I could help more, but all I can do right now is help you call Billy ."

“Do you know him?” I asked confused as i wiped my tears once again.

" Of course i know him, he’s pretty well known around here, specially by the girls. Such a pain in the ass but he’s a good guy. You got lucky there, you could’ve picked a creep’s house to break into and that would’ve been an issue.” she chuckled a little in hopes of lifting up the mood a bit.

" I... don't think calling him is such a good idea. Look, he has been very kind to help me and let me stay at his place last night, but for what I hear, he must have other people to welcome there, and I don't want to bother anyone. I’ll crash there tonight and i’ll figure something out tomorrow” i wanted to believe that so bad, maybe if i kept repeating it to myself it would come true

"I’m sorry, did you say he offered his place for tonight?" she said changing the sad expression on her face for an annoyed one. I nodded a little confused. “He did take you to the hospital, didn’t he?”

“No, he seemed really hurried to get out this morning, besides i’m fine, my head is hurting a lot less now.” that didn’t seem to relief her a single bit but before she got to say anything else, her eyes looked right behind me with surprise and I could only imagine who it was.

My heart dropped and unconsciously, I stopped breathing as soon as I heard his voice.

"Speaking of the devil” she said looking right at him, i still didn’t turn around, for some reason i felt he would be angry at me for leaving his place.

"I see you already met my guest, Mikie” he said in a relaxed tone. "I told you to stay at the apartment, you could’ve gotten lost." that was now directed to me, so i turned around to look at him.

Before i could reply, Mikie stood up from her place and said “She was starving dumbass, god knows how long it has been since she last ate something and you didn’t even think of offering her anything?” he didn’t reply, i guess he was as shocked by the situation as i was and the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. “I need a word with you out side” that last part wasn’t a question, Mikie walked through the door and when Billy didn’t move, she yelled “Now Hargrove!”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove/reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eleven #nancy wheeler #fanfiction

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dercolaris · 3 years

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The tea party

Hey folks. Today there is something completely different than usual. No Scriddler, surprise, surprise^^ I wrote a short story a while ago to cheer up @weyoun, but sadly only in German. I wasn't so convinced about my English skills back then and successfully shoved the translation aside for the past few months, but hey - now it's finally done! Hurray! I hope you're not too mad at me, Ronnie, that I decided to upload your story on Tumblr and Archive of Our Own.

I rarely write about Ivy and Jervis, but the two characters are on my favourite list in the DC Universe. Especially Jervis is so pleasant to write. He's the absolute mad sweetheart of the rogue gallery in my opinion. I can only vaguely remember the song I was listening to while I was writing the story, but I think it was this one from Avicii:

https://youtu.be/Qc9c12q3mrc

Thanks again to you, @weyoun. I hope you can enjoy your little story now and maybe one day come up with a new idea that interests you. My ears are always open to you and I love to write for friends. Thanks also for beta reading the story, @shin-arei.

The red-haired beauty wandered through the deserted forecourt of the asylum and snorted softly under her breath. Escape was rarely the best choice, but on that cursed evening there was simply no viable alternative for her. Ivy growled bitterly. What were these sacks of meat all thinking, especially the male ones? The evening meal in the way too small canteen had escalated completely. After she got into a little discussion with Edward Nygma about the tasteless flower decoration of the tables, Jonathan Crane immediately got involved and gave his unasked opinion. When Harley, Harvey and Victor got on board, it was all lost. The botanist probably still had scraps of food in her beautiful hair. Her fingers slid through the long strands, actually found a loose spaghetti. She pulled out the sticky noodle in disgust and flicked it to the floor regardless. Absolutely disgusting. Ivy shook her head slowly, just stepped faster in the direction of the botanical garden. Normally she was not allowed to visit it on her own, but today it was more than safe to take this small risk and to be honest: who would stop her anyway right now? The guards were all still busy calming the food fight in the canteen. The redhead pushed open the glass doors of the greenhouse and took a deep breath. It was liberating. More than liberating. The air was saturated with the clear, filtered air of her favourites. Quieter than before, she slipped into the entrance area and let her fingers hover over the first tendrils on the sides. Fortunately, her offspring were doing well. In particular, the facility's caretaker went to great lengths to maintain the garden. A useful person. How surprising. Almost delightful. She felt the flowers and roots begin to tremble at her touch. The botanist smiled wickedly, breathed a little kiss on a loose leaf. She whispered softly: "Sweet little thing. You will grow big and strong one day, will you?” She released the sheet from her grip and strolled deeper into the long corridors. The background noise was impressive. Such a strong contrast to the typical noises from the penitentiaries. Ivy sighed softly and visibly relaxed. In this atmosphere she could completely forget all the trouble of the last hours. The redhead was just about to rest for a moment when she suddenly heard a low voice near by. She frowned and walked leisurely around the corner. The source of the noise still seemed to be hiding somewhere in the branching corridors. The words were an incomprehensible murmur and very hard to understand. After a few steps, there was also the faint clatter of dishes. The botanist was completely perplexed at this moment, but also slightly curious.

A few seconds passed before she finally found the stranger in the greenhouse. Pamela crossed her arms over her chest and examined the small man on the rusty bench in front of the bust. The blond, longer hair framed his boyish face and his contours were unusually gentle, almost delicate. Actually, the whole stature did not correspond to that of a powerful man, the small body size completed this impression. In addition to this realization, she immediately noticed the stubborn old fashion clothing. The green cloak was wrapped tightly around his narrow shoulders and the matching top hat sat a little at an angle on his head. He wore matching white leather gloves. Ivy bit her lower lip slightly. Jervis Tetch. She had overheard the guards' conversation when he was admitted in the facility. He was arguably obsessed with the story of Alice in Wonderland and had committed some unimaginable atrocities in adaptation to this book. Probably including kidnapping, rape and multiple murders. Another madman for the asylum. Ivy was just about to go the way back when the man's low voice nestled almost pleasant in her ear: "March hare, what's the point of saying this bad things? Naughty thing. We have to finish the tea first before we go back to these lewd rascals. If we go back at all. Maybe we'll just stay here and hide for the remaining eight months.” The botanist stopped dead in place, just sighed softly. That was expectable. How could it have been otherwise? There was a good chance that the young man would have trouble with the other inmates. It was his first stay in the clinic and this was always particularly tragic for most new inmates. Experienced patients weren't exactly squeamish. Luminaries like Jonathan Crane in particular broke inexperienced souls at lightning speed and the different villains had a perfidious joy in doing so. The redhead frowned. She had a big problem with the self-proclaimed Master of Fear. Jonathan was intelligent, no question about it and his expertise was certainly inexhaustible, but he went too far with his psychological games on some points. A large number of new patients had killed themselves because of him after less than five hours in the asylum. The older one always acknowledged this with a small smile, while the cleaning women cursed and had to work through the mess in the cells. Seen in this way, bets have often been made as to how long a newcomer would survive if he was put in the cell with the infamous Scarecrow. That the guards also took part in this spectacle made the botanist incredulous and very sick. The Arkham staff really wasn't interested in patient recovery - except perhaps some of the psychologists. She looked again at the young man on the bench.

After a while the redhead overcame her mental reservation and slowly sauntered towards the lonely inmate. At first he didn't seem to notice her. Ivy tried to crack up an honest smile and said carefully in his direction: “Hey. You're Jervis Tetch, I assume?” The addressee startled slightly, his eyes panicked like a deer. The botanist raised her hands soothingly and smiled a little more gently. The Mad Hatter relaxed only gradually, the opals still twitching wildly through the corridor. Apparently he was already planning his escape. Great. Two souls on the run from the large mob in the canteen. Pamela carefully came closer, made it clear to her counterpart that she did not want to harm him. As if in slow motion, she sat down next to him on the bench and continued softly: “Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Not all inmates here are barbaric fiends." Jervis looked down at his hands and played a bit with his fingers. After a short while he dared to look up, his blue eyes glittering slightly in the weak light. Finally he carefully lifted his fingers and ran two of them through Ivy's long hair. He mumbled cautiously: “My, my. You have such beautiful hair. As red as my queen's, but like silk and velvet. So beautiful. So pure. Cheshire Cat, just look. I don't even want to sew a hat for your head, that would completely disturb the aesthetics.” At first the botanist wanted to reject him more than harshly, but then quickly refrained from doing so. The expression in the blond's opals was strange. These did not contain any disreputable or even sexual intentions, as was always the case with such acts. The devotion and admiration for her hair seemed sincere. A short time later the young man added in a whisper: “What's your name? Tell me please. I need to know. The Hatter needs to know immediately. I've never seen such gentle beauty and your unique nature makes it perfect.” Pamela almost choked on her own spit. What had gotten into this guy? Or better: what got into her?

She didn't even know this man for two minutes. Nevertheless, he seemed to be familiar to her in a certain way and, contrary to her usual reason, she only smiled at his doing. His fingers were unexpectedly gentle with their easy play with the strands. Ivy replied muffled: “My name is Pamela Lillian Isley, but probably better known by my alias Poison Ivy. Eco-terrorist by trade.” The Mad Hatter smiled knowingly and only nodded slowly. He let his fingers slide out of her hair and turned away from her. The blond-haired man looked for something next to him on the bench for a moment, then suddenly held out a small white porcelain cup. It smelled suspiciously of black tea. The woman frowned, but picked up the cup and looked down at her moving reflection. Her greenish skin shimmered slightly in the pheromone-soaked halls of the botanical garden. The young man next to her whistled happily: “Hear, hear. Another participant in our small, private tea party. What a pleasure and beneficial surprise.” He took his own white service and swirled the black liquid a little, then drank the broth with relish. Ivy tried the tea too. It was bitter, but not in an unpleasant sense. Similar to a good coffee, but with a gentler after taste. The wonderland lover was certainly well read in the field and knew how to properly prepare tea. At least it tasted excellent. A certain silence fell between them, only interrupted by the low whirring of the insects around them. The redhead stretched a little and asked softly: “What brought you here in the first place, Jervis? You should be in the canteen for dinner. Not that it would bother me to enjoy your company here tonight.” To her surprise, the addressee slumped a little. The little figure appeared even a little smaller than before. The blond-haired man breathed his answer barely audibly: “They said to me that I shouldn't close my eyes tonight and if I do, the black man will get me out of the cell next to me. The lean man with the brown hair and the piercing eyes. After that I lost my appetite.”

Ivy gave a muffled sigh, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. He was talking about Jonathan. That was to be expected. So they had put Jervis in a cell with either Harvey or Edward, which were located right next to the Master of Fear. The botanist stroked the shiny porcelain. Both villains weren't exactly comfortable room mates for the first stay. Of course, that could no longer be changed. The redhead sat up and calmly replied: “That won't happen, Jervis. The so-called black man is also just a person in a silly scarecrow costume and he is locked in at night like everyone else. You don't have to worry, my dear.” The Mad Hatter blinked slightly, then sipped his tea in silence. He put the cup back on the saucer with a clatter and replied a bit lost: “What am I actually doing here? I should be outside and looking for my Alice. Now I'm going to spend eight months in these narrow corridors with other crazy people who don't even know how to make original English tea. It's sad. Almost to cry." Ivy clicked her tongue. At least the man seemed to understand that he was as mad as anyone else in the asylum and did not plead his sanity. The botanist crossed her legs, then replied calmly: “Perhaps you can convince some to learn, Jervis. Other inmates like me, for example. The tea tastes really fantastic and I would love to sit here with you more often.” The addressee perked up his ears. The cloudy eyes suddenly shone and a broad smile crept onto his unusually full lips. He refilled them both with some tea. While they were enjoying the second cup together, the loudspeakers suddenly rang out above them: “Jervis Tetch and Pamela Isley, return to your cells immediately. You have no business in the botanical garden. Especially you, Mrs. Isley, are not allowed there. You know the deal. Move!” The redhead groaned in annoyance and looked into the upper corner of the room. The small camera humming barely audibly, the red light glowed suspiciously. Without further ado, the woman rose and said quietly to Jervis: “We should go. If we don't act quickly, they'll drag us by the hair out of the greenhouse and refer us to an unpleasant electroshock therapy with the prison director Quincy Sharp.” The Mad Hatter nodded slowly, then took his picnic basket from under the bench. Where in the world had he found it? The young man carefully stowed the tea party utensils in the basket and pushed himself off the bench, still smiling happily. He took a few steps in the direction of the exit, then turned to Ivy and said happily: “Are you coming with me, Mrs. Isley? We don't have to walk the path alone and all of us would prefer your company on the way out. By the way, especially the Cheshire Cat is very fond of you. Maybe we can have tea together again tomorrow. This time in the canteen?” She couldn't help but smile again. Yeah, that wasn't a bad idea.

#DC #Batman #Poison Ivy #pamela isley #Mad Hatter #Jervis Tetch #ArkhamVerse #Friendship #Tea Party #Alice in Wonderland #For Weyoun

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thirsty4theextraordinary · 4 years

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Everything Burns - Chapter 10

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: Smut, Blood, knives, violence, eye trauma.

Word count: 4,251

Chapter 10: My Name is Jack

She spotted him before anyone else, but he soon made his presence known to all, as he threw the crooked cop out of the elevator and fired a shot into the air.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he called out. Scarlett was pushed back as the crowd around her surged to get out of the way. She urged him to go to him, but she was moved by the crowd backwards and away from him. She was desperate for him to see her.

"We are tonight's entertainment," he said, taking a prawn with a stick in it off the table, he bit just the tomato off the end before throwing the rest back where he had found it.

"I only have one question:" he said, still chewing the tomato.

"Where is Harvey Dent?"

He stood for a second waiting for somebody to speak up and when no one did, he turned back towards the way he came from to speak to the crowd.

He held his gun towards the group of women in front of Scarlett and she whimpered at his closeness, not through fear but eagerness to be nearer him, but he didn't look at her. Instead, an older woman beside her rubbed Scarlett's arm having mistaken her whimper as fear.

He took the glass from the hand of one of the women in front of her violently, spilling most of the contents but he poured the rest into his mouth regardless. Before he stalked off into the room again, slamming the glass down onto the table as he went. The crowd she was in began to move, like a wave, trying to get the elevator and escape, but one of The Joker's men stopped them ushering them away with his gun.

Slowly Scarlett moved her way to the back of the crowd and tried to move along the back following The Joker without being noticed.

"You know where Harvey is? You know who he is?" The Joker asked moving along the people in the room, hitting them slightly as he spoke to them.

"Do you know where I can find Harvey? I need to talk to him about something, just something little huh?" he asked, reaching out to a man and gripping his face in his hand.

"No," he said, shaking the man's head for him with his hand.

"You know I'll settle for his loved ones," The Joker said to an older man, Scarlett had managed to push her way closer so she was now only a few people away but The Joker was still yet to notice her.

"We're not intimidated by thugs." said the man defiantly, and Scarlett tried not to laugh.

The Joker looked at him strangely as he stuffed another entrée into his mouth, he looked at him closely and the man did not back away.

"You know..." he said slamming his gun down onto the small side table.

"You remind me of my father" The Joker spat before he grabbed the man's head with one hand and brought his knife up to the man's face with the other.

"I hated my father." He growled holding the man in a tight grip.

"Okay, stop!" Rachel's voice rang out through the silence and Scarlett internally groaned. The Joker turned to her before he pushed the man away and began his way towards her.

"Well, hello, beautiful." he purred. Scarlett felt her stomach drop as she chewed down her jealousy.

Joker made his way towards Rachel and he pushed his hair out of his face slightly, licking his lips. Scarlett had never seen him act like this and the jealousy inside her was bubbling up at an extraordinary rate.

"You must be Harvey's squeeze. Hm?" he questioned approaching Rachel and pointing his knife at her slightly.

"And you are beautiful," he said, moving around Rachel and the brunette turned watching him. Scarlett's jealousy had turned to rage now and she had to began to imagine what Rachel's head would look like on a pike.

He moved closer to Rachel and she grimaced and pulled away her body going stiff. They were now standing face to face.

"Oh, you look nervous. Is it the scars?" he cooed at her and Scarlett felt relief as his flirting turned into intimidation.

"You wanna know how I got them?" he asked her and Rachel pulled her face away from his, but he nodded at her slightly. He grabbed her head in the same way he had grabbed the old man's and held her tightly with one hand.

"Come here. Hey." He said as Rachel tried to pull out of his tight grasp.

"Look at me." He said, pulling her face round to look at him, his knife up to her face now.

"So I had a wife. She was beautiful, like you.." he began his voice soft and sweet, and Scarlett wondered if he was lying. She had never asked how he got his scars, it had never really crossed her mind.

"Who tells me I worry too much... who tells me I ought to smile more... who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks. Hey," he said as Rachel tries to pull her face away again.

"One day they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just wanna see her smile again. Hm? I just want her to know that I don't care about the scars!" he said shaking Rachel's head slightly in his grasp.

"So... I stick a razor in my mouth and do this.." he turned his head so she could see both sides of his scars more closely. "To myself," he says.

"And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me," he said his voice louder than before.

"She leaves. Now I see the funny side, now I'm always smiling" he said holding his hands out. Rachel throws out a kick in The Joker's groin but he doesn't seem that bothered as he laughs slightly at her but moves away nonetheless.

"You got a little fight in you. I like that," he said moving back towards Rachel, his knife out. The Bat came out of nowhere and was suddenly right by The Joker.

"Then you're gonna love me." The Bat growled and hit the Joker so hard the clown flew backwards.

The Bat grappled with the Joker's men as they began to attack, Scarlett tried to make her way towards where the Joker had fallen, but the crowd was getting denser, and more panicked as they pushed back away from the fight.

The Joker was up again in no time and he grabbed one of his men and threw him towards Batman. Finally one of the Joker's men landed a punch and the Bat fell to the floor and The Joker attacked. Kicking the bat with a blade that came out the toe of his boot. The Joker's men held the struggling Bat and the Joker kicked him repeatedly, but in a split second The Bat was back in control as he threw the Joker's man over his shoulder, before hitting the Joker to the floor again. As the Bat was distracted by another henchman, the Joker grabbed a gun from the floor and launched himself at Rachel. By the time the Bat looked up, the Joker had Rachel in his grip the gun cocked, loaded and pointed at her head.

"Drop the gun." said The Bat gruffly.

"Oh, sure. You just take off your little mask and show us all who you really are. Hm?" the Joker said backing himself and Rachel away and closer to the enormous floor length window. The Bat didn't speak and The Joker let out a single laugh before he pointed the gun behind him and shot the window, the glass exploding instantly.

With one swift motion, he had moved Rachel behind him and was now dangling her with one hand out the window. The high top winds blowing the hair around her face.

"Let her go." The Bat demanded and the Joker grinned.

"Very poor choice of words," he laughed to the Bat as he released his grip on Rachel's arm allowing her to fall from view, the Bat threw himself after her and out of view.

The room erupted into pandemonium. With the Bat gone, people no longer had any sense of hope of safety. The crowds rushed towards the elevators and emergency staircase, rushing past the goons without much care. Scarlett stood stock still in the middle of the room staring at the man who still hadn't looked at her. The room was emptying faster than the goons could control and they struggled to keep the people where they were, and without instruction otherwise from the Joker seemed happy to let them go. Scarlett stood where she was. Being buffeted from side to side by the fleeing guests simply staring at the clown in front of her.

The Joker finally turned to face her direction as the last of the crowd crammed themselves into the elevator, the door squeezing shut behind them.

"Boys let go" he shouted, picking his gun up and stuffing it into a pocket. Finally, he noticed her.

"Hello beautiful," he said coyly, licking his lips.

"Did you have a wife?" Scarlett asked suddenly and he let out a loud laugh.

"No. Why are you jealous?" he asked, moving towards her, stalking her like a shark. He pulled off his gloves before stuffing them in his pocket.

"Not of her," Scarlett said truthfully and the Joker turned his head to the side looking at her with a coy smile on his face. Was his Jester upset?

"Of Harvey's plaything?" he questioned but she didn't speak as he was now practically on top of her.

"She is nothing." he cooed and Scarlett let out a purr as his closeness, his hand ghosting her hip.

"Not compared to you," he breathed in a low voice and again she purred.

"I love the dress, by the way, almost didn't recognise you," he said, his voice lower than before, as his lips went to her ear. His voice filled her up, as he licked one of her earlobes playfully.

"That's the kind of dress that can make a man truly crazy!" he purred into her ear, and finally he touched her. His hands moved around her waist before slowly they moved down her sides and then her back, till he was gripping her arse fully with both hands. His mouth still on her ear, she threw her head back as a fire lit between her thighs. She let out a noise close to a cry and a moan. The Joker moved his face round to look her in the eyes, his pupils were blown wide making his already dark eyes even darker.

There was a loud bang from somewhere below them and the Joker moved away from her quickly, before grabbing her hand and leading her to the fire escape. Her head was fuzzy as they flew down the stairs the Joker's men following until finally, they were at the bottom. The Joker pulled her roughly into a waiting car with him before shutting the door. The car took off, filtering into the procession of cars filled with fleeing party guests. The Joker sighed loudly.

He turned to her jumping up and down in his seat, like an over excited child.

"That was fun!" he cried gleefully and she grinned, he was like a toddler at Christmas.

"Didn't get Dent though," he said and his smile faded somewhat, his movements paused.

"I wonder what I could do instead, to take my mind off of losing Dent," he laughed and his hand was suddenly on her thigh, and very quickly moving up. She let out a gasp and he grinned, leaning closer to her.

"Maybe you should come back to mine" he purred his voice deep, and she shut her eyes and merely nodded.

'His' was not a house or even a run-down building as she had imagined but rather an enormous abandoned warehouse, he pulled her out of the car roughly and showed her inside.

Inside was a huge empty space, there was a couple of sofas and a TV, and in the corner was a table full of weapons. Ahead was a set of wooden steps that lead up to the mezzanine floor above. He led her up the steps quickly the boys followed behind but stopped at the sofas and threw themselves down, turning on the TV. He stopped for a second at the top of the stairs and turned to them.

"Disturb us and you're as good as dead" he warned them and they all nodded. The Joker took her hand again and led her past two heavy doors and down a small narrow corridor, at the end. He pushed the door open and motioned for her to go inside. It was dark but there was a dim light on the bedside table lighting up the room in a soft yellow glow.

There was a four-poster bed in the middle; some of the drapes had been ripped in places, but she was surprised to see they looked almost cleaned. This must have been a mob hideout they had given to the Joker when they had hired him, or perhaps he had taken it from them. There was another door that led to an ensuite bathroom, which was much more dishevelled. Grease paints of white, black and red had been smeared up the wall and around the mirror. The shower curtain had been ripped in half, and the sink was slightly wonky. The wooden floor creaked as she moved further into the room. Papers crumpled under her feet, but they already had footprints on them so she did not worry about what she was stepping on. The lamp on the left side of the bed had been ripped from the wall and no longer worked. Through one window by the bed she could see the rest of Gotham Industrial estate.

She stood in the middle of the room unsure what to do. She heard him move behind her, shutting the door and discarding his coat and jacket but she didn't turn to look at him. He stood behind her and his chest flush to her back as he whispered in her ear.

"You look amazing" he purred his hand moving down her sides again. She leant her head back hitting his shoulder and he moved his mouth to kiss her throat, biting slightly at her pulse point. She hummed and he growled. He ran his hand along her arm pulling her hand up before he twirled her around to face him roughly. His make-up was rubbing off in places and she reached out to him. He grabbed her tightly by the wrist before she could reach him and walked her backwards until her legs hit the foot of the bed. They fell into the blankets below. He pulled her shoes off throwing them behind him and they collided with the door with a loud thud. Before he climbed up the bed, on top of her.

She whimpered beneath him, her centre was on fire. He kicked off his shoes and socks and stared down at her. One arm holding himself up on the bed the other placed on her waist. He moved his hand to brush his green-tinged locks out of his face, and he grinned at her in a most mischievous way. She laughed her nervousness, anticipation and excitement all mixing into a strange emotion leaving her slightly speechless and incredibly twitchy.

"You look nervous," he said quietly and she shrugged slightly at him, he reached his hand up to brush her hair out of her face.

"Don't worry gorgeous, you'll like it" he assured her and she grinned at him. She leant up to kiss him, but he moved his face away from her own. There was a glint in his eye as the hand beside her head moved quickly down her body until it was pushing up her long skirt. He pushed it so it gathered around her waist uncomfortably but she didn't mind as she quivered beneath him. His hand moved agonisingly slowly, clearly, he was loving the effect he had over her. His face filled with a glorious smirk as his hand finally came into contact, through her panties, with her eager core, and she let out a deep animistic groan of pleasure.

"Calm yourself I'm nowhere near done with you yet" he muttered as she lowered his face to finally kiss her. His scarred mouth was an expert and she kissed back hungrily, her hands moving into his hair as she gripped large handfuls of it tightly. He growled as she pulled on his hair, it only seemed to encourage him more as he hitched up her skirt a little higher and moved his hand below to the top of her lacy underwear. She let out something close to a scream as his calloused finger touched her already eagerly pulsing clit. He let out a laugh she had never heard before, it was deep and testosterone filled and something purely animalistic. He began to rub agonisingly slow circles and with every movement Scarlett let out another shallow breath. Panting to his strokes.

He seemed to be enjoying himself as he watched her face with every movement she made. He was in control, she was his to play. However, if she would shut her eyes he would stop all movements until she looked at him again. Or he would demand her, to look at him and until she did he would not continue. Though his ministrations on her body were slow, she soon found herself close to the edge and her shallow breaths had turned into harsh pants as his movements sped up. It was intense, his hand moving slowly and the pair having locked eye contact the whole time. When she did finally surrender to it, he allowed her to shut her eyes, her screams of pleasure enough to satisfy him. As she came back down from her high he removed her dress pulling it off her feet and discarding it on the ground. For a second he stood at the bottom of the bed and examined the creature below him with his penetrating gaze.

"You are exquisite" he groaned slightly, his voice deep and gravely like the growl of a lion. Her body was not exactly as it had been in his dreams. It was just as smooth as he had imagined, but her skin was not flawless. She lay on the bed in front of him in nothing but her underwear.

She was classically beautiful with long legs, an almost flat stomach, above average breast size, wide hips and a narrow waist. Her midnight black hair was spread out behind her like the halo of a fallen angel. She was perfect even the large red angry looking scar that ran along the middle of her stomach from the bottom of her ribs to her hip bone on the left side of her rib cage, was not enough for him to not think of her anything but perfect. But then why wouldn't she be, he didn't play with broken toys afterall.

He climbed back on top of her and Scarlett tried to pinch herself, this was simply too good to be true. She unbuttoned his waistcoat and slipped it off his shoulders before beginning work on his shirt. He moved his hips in between her legs and spread them out a little further. She removed his tie and shirt quickly and threw them with the rest of the forgotten clothes, on the floor. His body was toned and his strength was evident, his skin pale was covered with scars.

He hummed slightly as he pulled out his knife and placed it with the flat side down to her face. She hummed in return as he pushed his excitement into the inside of her thigh through his clothes. He left the knife on her chest as he moved down to remove her panties. The cold air was enough to make her buck her hips up and he laughed slightly. The knife slid down her breast, the sharp blade cutting into the skin there as she moved. He frowned at her before he bent low and licked the tiny wound, she hummed again and he grinned.

Finally, he was at his breaking point. He cut her bra from her with his knife before he stood and removed the rest of his clothes, he didn't give her time to adjust or even get a good look. He was soon back on top of her. His knife on her face and his cock positioned at her core. He didn't speak but a small grunt escaped his lips as he entered her full force. The hand holding the knife moved up her face suddenly and she let out a squeal as the blade cut into her eyelid sharply. He stopped all his movements, he had never heard her make that sound before he looked at her face. She smiled at him reassuringly although her right bottom eyelid was completely split in half and bleeding heavily, the stream of blood had already begun to dribble off her chin. Her eye watered but other than her eyelid she seemed unharmed.

"Don't stop" she purred and he didn't intend to. Scarlett's eye pain was soon forgotten as the rising feeling from deep within her was bubbling to the surface. He threw the knife to the ground and put both hands on her hips as his thrusts became more powerful and increasingly violent, but Scarlett didn't mind as her orgasm overtook her brain and she let out screams of pleasure at an ever-increasing volume.

"Jo..." she tried out his name but as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her words died out.

He smirked as she quivered and twitched underneath him. One of his hands on her hip helping him get in deeper and the other on her breast. She reached her hands up to his back, where her nails stuck into his skin, raking their way down his back painfully but again this only encouraged him as he began to move quicker.

Scarlett's orgasms were coming too often and so fast she was having very little downtime between. Soon her mind was becoming hazy as she floated on cloud nine. She dug her nails into the flesh of his back again and he let out a grunt but it did not stop his thrusts or even slow him down. She needed something to bring her down to earth and so she reached up and rubbed her split eye. The pain surged through her like a bucket of ice water after being inside a volcano and she laughed.

The Joker looked at her strangely and forcibly pulled her hand away from her broken eye, but he knew what she needed so instead he lent down to her chest and bit her hard and she let out the best noise yet. It wasn't pleasure and it wasn't pain, it was something so much better. He pulled away as he felt her begin to pant again as another wave was about to crash over her, but his own climax was coming up fast and he slowed his movements slightly so as to prolong it. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she let out another loud moan and he felt his release about to come. He placed a heavy hand on her collarbone, his whole weight holding her in place as he leant back slightly. His arm was so heavy on her, Scarlett was sinking slightly into the old mattress. She was expecting something astronomical when he finally released but it was rather civilised. His eyes squeezed together slightly and he let out a deep long growl before his movements stopped completely and he collapsed on top of her his head on her chest, as he listened to the rapid beating of her heart.

"J" she whispered and he moved to look at her, her eye had stopped bleeding but the trail of sticky red had nearly covered the whole side of her face. He reached a hand up and rubbed some of the blood away. That was when he realised that he never wanted to see this woman hurt again, he had never meant to hurt her. He was just trying to have some fun but he wanted to protect her. She was truly his now and he would hold onto her with all the strength he had. He carved her, he would break and burn anything that stood in the way of her. She was his.

"My name is Jack," he said so quietly that at first she thought she had imagined it and she looked at him wide eyed. Scarlett had never imagined that he would ever tell her his real name, but he had and she smiled wholly to show her appreciation for his goliath offering.

"Just don't tell anyone, and don't call me that unless we are alone," he said moving off of her quickly and rolling onto his side of the bed. She watched him for a long time after his eyes slipped shut and he fell off to sleep, and she smiled as she too was consumed by the shadows.

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INDISPUTABLE (Joker X Reader Part 8)

YOUR POV

You began shaking, more out of excitement than dread at the Joker’s promise to you. After all you had nothing left, Gordon had basically fired you and you had no idea where Harvey was, not that it really mattered to you. The only person that you knew would miss you if you decided to delve into the Jokers messed up universe was your mother, it made your heart ache to think about her and you resolved to call her as soon as you got to the new apartment that was meant to be safe from any Joker-related threat to your life.

The box of belongings felt like a tonne of bricks in your arms, all your hopes and dreams basically gone while the Joker was still at large as he seemed to be insistent on being a persistent threat to you and the people around you. For a second you felt the appropriate emotion of anger towards the man that was going to ruin your life in one way or another, but then thoughts of the way he held your head in place as he kissed you roughly and his other hand was left to roam your body invaded your thoughts and you could not deny that he knew what he was doing. You may even have admitted that you felt the tiniest of sparks but then you remembered that you were angry with him as he had not thought about what you might want and how much he was disrupting your plan for life.

You awkwardly balanced the box on your knee as you rummaged in you coat pockets for your apartment key, when you finally found it you sighed with relief and entered your apartment.

You could immediately sense that something was different as you walked down the corridor to the living room/kitchen. You tried to brush off this feeling as you reached your dining table and set the box of belongings down with a big sigh and a heavy heart.

“What’s upset you so doll?”

You spun around in shock at the husky voice that was coming from behind you, of course you found the Joker clad in his usual suit with curly that had been pushed back to many times that parts of hair stuck that way but the ends exploded in a curly mess around his neck. His face was serious as he studied you, for a moment you forgot that you were just scared shitless and that you were mad at him as you were trapped in his beauty.

“Doll?” he prompted as he inched closer to you and you instinctively stepped back.

“I was fired yesterday thanks to you coming after everyone I work with! You selfish son of a bitch! I had hopes and dreams and ambitions, in less than a month you have stripped me of it all” You did not realize how angry you really were until you had started talking about your job that you had wanted and loved very dearly. You did start to second guess your quick response as the Joker remained silent but kept on walking towards you, still observing, with a deadly serious expression written on his face.

“Now now,” he tutted as he cornered you against the table, “Everything I have been doing, I have done for you my dove. You have captivated me! Now why would you want to stay at a boring desk job where the work never ends because as soon as one criminal dies another takes their place when you can live with me, I can show you so many exciting things my little dove?” He bent his head down so that you could feel his hot breath on you neck as both of his strong arms trapped you as he gripped the table behind you.

“Do i not excite you little dove?” he purred into your neck making you whole body shiver and you craned your neck, allowing J more space, practically begging him to kiss you, touch you, anything He was driving you crazy. He chuckled and placed a light peck to the nape of your neck and then abruptly pulled away, you were no longer trapped but you missed his presence and felt slightly rejected by his movement.

“Why so quiet all of a sudden? Cat got your tongue kitten?” he smirked at you and you realized you had not spoken in a while.

“I’m angry at you, I don’t see why I should answer you” you pouted tying to cover up how he made your skin erupt in warmth and goose bumps every time he touched you. You turned away and looked into the box which contained the entirety of your short-liver career as a police officer.

“Cmon baby, did you get my rose? I kept my promise to you didn’t I?” he said, “I know you wanted me to” he whispered suddenly back in the crook of your neck which made you jump for the second time in 10 minutes.

You stiffened as you did not want to let him know the affect he had on you, “I was not expecting you so soon” you mumbled.

Warm hands gripped your hips and you were spun around to face the Joker, “Now how could any man resist such an enticing creature as you?” he purred as he again began to close the distance between you. You suddenly became self conscious about little you, you did not feel that you were as enticing as he made out.

“Come on J, be real with me” you mumbled, now not in the mood for his games as the weight of the day and you own self-doubt and hatred began to settle on you.

He growled and closed the distance between you, a hand buried itself in your hair as the other stayed firmly planted on your hips. He kissed you urgently and passionately and it was all you could do to keep up with his needy lips. He nipped your lower lip which made you moan and allowed his tongue access to you mouth. Your hands traveled up his clothed torso as the kiss deepened further. He lifted your legs and pushed you back so you were sat on top of the table and he was planted firmly between your legs. He pulled away, you both breathed heavily.

“You drive me insane baby. It is so good to hear my name come out of those sweet lips of yours” he hummed as he traced your bottom lip with a fingertip. You were too stunned to say anything, you had never been kissed like that before.

You placed your hands on either side of his face and he smiled brightly at you, something you had not seen from him yet and somehow it made you feel safe and happy despite your life having fallen apart.

“Are you going to say anything to me kitten?” he asked after a moment of comfortable silence.

“I’m still mad at you” you mumbled and he chuckled deeply, you could feel it vibrating in his chest.

“Well princess I am sorry to have been a part in making you upset. However if you would allow me, I would like to try and make it up to you?” he stared confidently into your eyes as of challenging you to say no. You mulled it over in your mind for a moment and eventually nodded in agreement. What was the worse that could happen?

You squealed as he grabbed your ass and lifted you from the table as you intuitively wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to your bedroom and laid you down, he hovered over you.

“You really are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen” he exclaimed making your blush and your heart race. You could sense that something was going to happen which would seal your fate forever and tie you to this glorious man looking down on you.

He ducked his head into you neck and began placing wet kisses down your neck and across your collar bone, he groaned as he quickly ran out of skin to assault with kisses. He went back to your neck and found your sweet spot which resulted in your back arching into his toned chest, he chucked and continued to suck and nip at this spot while he worked at bringing your shirt up your torso. He broke away from your neck to admire his work and smirk down at you and slip your shirt over your head. You were a whining mess, begging for more of his sweet kisses, yearning for the nips of his teeth against you soft skin that was sure to leave a mark.He went back down and started planting kisses down your chest as he worked on unfastening your bra.It popped open quickly which made you gasp and remove your hands from J’s soft hair to hold the bra to your chest and protect you dignity.

“My dove, put your hands down” he ordered with a warning tone, “or the beginning of my apology will be ruined”

You slowly took your hands away from your chest and he watched you with a smug look on his face as your bra slipped downwards with the movement of your arms, exposing your soft and full breasts to him. Once he was satisfied with what he saw he took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping it and rolled the other between his fingers.

At this point you were a moaning writhing mess beneath him and you could tell he enjoyed it, You had lost all trains of thought and all you could focus on was the pleasure that his lovely mouth and skilled hands were providing you You were embarrassed at how aroused you felt, you knew you were wet for him, probably soaking your little panties which made you want to clamp your legs together but he had cleverly situated himself in between them.

In no time you felt the hand that was not on your nipple slide down your body and start to unbutton your pants. You moaned as he was taking too long and impatiently kicked them off making him bring his lips from your breast to laugh.

“What an egar little kitten I have here,” he took a moment to look down to your pussy and saw that your juices had soaked though the thin fabric. “Oh baby so wet, just for me? What is it you want me to do to you little Y/N?”

You gritted your teeth and sighed in frustration at the loss of contact and teasing, but all he did was look at you expectantly. You sighed, “I w-w-want ..”

But you were interrupted as he abruptly pushed your panties aside and inserted two of his long fingers inside of you and pumped them in and out a couple of time and them stopped eliciting a whine of sadness from you. You were so wound up that you shamelessly started to try and rock your hips against his fingers for any sense of euphoria you could manage. He let out a low laugh and pressed a hand on your stomach, stopping your attempts at pleasure. He slowly leaned over you until your faces were almost level.

“You need to answer my question princess, what would you like me to do?”

You were straining against his strong hands as he held you against the bed, you huffed in defeat and made solid eye contact with him.

“I want you to finger fuck me J, I want to scream your name as you make me cum with only your fingers and mouth baby” you whispered, half ashamed of the filth that was coming out of your mouth but also excited for what he was going to do next.

He hummed in satisfaction and began pumping his fingers again, you threw you head back in bliss as he watched you enjoying him. He slowly began to speed up his actions whilst adding another digit, he smirked at you and lowered his head to your throbbing pussy.

He hummed against you which sent sparks flying all the way through your body and suddenly he had started sucking and lapping up all the juices that were escaping you. He sucked on your sensitive clit and it sent you over the edge, your back arched and a low moan came from deep within you as you tightened around his fingers and rode out your orgasm on his face.

“I-I-I’m cumming” you shouted as you started shaking violently from the amount of pleasure you were feeling. You no longer had control of yourself as moans escaped you and your body quivered as J continued his assault on your pussy.

“Come on then baby girl, cum for me.” he encouraged against you which was all you needed to release.

“Oh my god J” you panted as he removed his finger from you and licked them clean while making eye contact.

“You taste as good as you look” he concluded, making you blush.

He laid down next to you and pulled you into his chest, “will you forgive me my dear?”

You were tired from your emotional day and the orgasm that had just shaken your whole body so all you could manage was a soft “maybe” as you drifted off into sleep.

#joker #jokerfanfic #jokerfanfiction #joker fanfic #joker fanfiction #heath ledger #clown #clownprinceofcrime #smut #steamy #purple #green

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For the anon that requested a WereLion!Leo fic! I wasn’t super clear on the whole concept, but after some clarification from another anon, I whipped something up that I hope is accurate to what you wanted. Thank you for the suggestion, I never write Fantasy AUs and it seemed like a good fit, and was really fun ^^

Fantasy/Medieval AU, Briefly mentioned period-typical homophobia

Finding out that his boyfriend could turn into a giant cat probably should’ve fazed Vincent a lot more than it did. It probably said a lot about his life with how little it affected him, but he decided not to think about that too hard.

Strangely enough, it actually put some things into context. The more he thought about it the more he realized that Leo did have some pretty catlike tendencies that he hadn’t noticed until now. His affinity for napping in the sunny patches of his garden; the litheness and agile way he moved, sometimes startling Vincent by appearing by his side without making a sound; how Vincent would wake up on the mornings after he slept over with Leo’s head tucked under his chin, and watch him practically preen when Vincent ran his fingers through his hair and down his back.

It was Leo who’d seemed more surprised. When he’d told him that night, sitting on his rickety stairs with mugs of cider, he’d said it as if it were a death sentence. Vincent had paused for a few moments as he absorbed the information, then nodded and replied with a nonchalant, “Okay.”

Leo had looked at him as though he’d grown a second head.

“‘Okay?’ What do you mean, ‘okay?’”

Vincent had raised an eyebrow. “Did you want a different reaction?”

“No, no--I’m glad you’re so, uh...cool with it?” Leo was stammering, fingers tapping restlessly on his mug. “I just figured, you know, we’re getting kinda serious--I mean, I guess I shouldn’t assume, I don’t know where exactly you are, but--”

He’d relaxed markedly when Vincent leaned in to shut him up with a kiss, which was a win in Vincent’s book.

Despite the revelation (and the lengthy conversation that had followed about trust and boundaries), it wasn’t until weeks later that when Vincent first witnessed the change himself.

He’d been away for a few days, almost a week, lending his services to a convoy that’d been passing through the city. One of their men had been wounded in an attack the day before, and though he was on the mend, he was still in no shape to fight if the need arose. Vincent had offered to fill in his place, escorting some important dignitary to the next city over, secretly grateful to get away from the humdrum of the city guard. The trip had gone smoothly, but by the time he returned, he was entirely worn out. It made sense that he would be out of practice, but the thought sat heavy in his stomach all the way back home.

He had just handed his horse off to the tired-looking stablehand, already thinking about his warm bed back home, when a muffled crash from outside snapped him to attention. He glanced back at the stablehand, but they were already leading the horse back into the stables and didn’t seem to have heard. Curious, and maybe still jumpy from his trip, he made a split-second decision and followed the noise.

Slowly, as quietly as he could, Vincent crept around the side of the stables where he’d heard the noise. There was another crash, louder this time, followed by a low muttering that he couldn’t quite make out. Suddenly, three figures appeared from behind the stable, and he quickly pressed himself against the wall to avoid being seen. He couldn’t make out who they were, but two of them seemed to be pushing the third along, talking in low tones as they hurried past the stables and down the dirt path leading into the forest. Heart in his throat, Vincent waited for a moment before following at a safe distance, hand on his sword.

He lost sight of the trio a few times around the winding trees, but they were speaking more clearly now in the supposed privacy of the forest. He recognized their voices but couldn’t put faces to them, and could only make out snippets of their conversation as they travelled further into the trees.

They stopped suddenly, forcing Vincent to quickly dart behind a thick oak to keep his cover. He couldn’t see what was happening from this angle, but he heard a distinct thump and a muffled yelp, followed by a barked order to “keep him there.”

After a few moments of rustling, the man who’d given the order grunted.

“Alright, let him talk. I’d like to hear what he’s got to say for himself.”

The other person chuckled. There was a brief pause, then:

“You assholes better untie me right fucking now, or else!”

Vincent’s heart dropped into his boots, eyes widening. Leo’s voice was full of rage, and he grunted as he supposedly thrashed against the tree.

“Cut that out,” the first man snapped, and Leo fell silent.

“Now,” the man said in a cold, calm tone that made Vincent’s skin crawl, “would you care to elaborate? We ‘better untie you right fucking now, or else’...?”

Silence. The man laughed, and whoever was with him joined in.

“That’s what I thought. Not so tough now without your bodyguard, are you?”

Leo made a dangerous noise that sounded startlingly like a growl. It took Vincent a moment before he realized with a start that they were referring to him.

As if confirming his statement, the man spoke again. “You’re like his little lapdog, aren’t you? You think that because you’re all cozy with a guard, we’d just forget about your debt?”

“Harvey,” Leo growled, his voice gritty and low.

Harvey cut him off before he could continue.

“You’ve certainly been elusive without him around. What’s changed, Leo? I don’t remember you being such a coward.”

The other man snickered, but Leo said nothing.

There were a few beats of silence before Harvey spoke again.

“Ray,” he said, addressing his cohort, “do a quick patrol around the area. I’m going to have a little chat with Leo.”

“Got it.”

The sound of footsteps reminded Vincent that he was in a very, very vulnerable position right now. His hand tensed on his sword as he readied for a fight, but luckily, Ray seemed to have chosen to check the far side of the clearing first. He breathed a silent sigh of relief, but kept his ears peeled.

“Let’s cut the shit, Leo,” Harvey said, breaking Vincent’s train of thought. His voice was much quieter, but there was a tone to it that Vincent really didn’t like. “You and I both know that you could get out of this right now, if you wanted to. I’m the only one who knows. No one would believe me if I told them your little secret, would they?”

Leo stayed silent again, but Harvey wasn’t done.

“But that isn’t the secret you want to keep under wraps, now is it?”

There was a sharp inhale, like Leo had sucked a breath through his teeth. Vincent could hear the grin in Harvey’s voice when he spoke.

“You’ve got no self preservation, we both know that much. But what would happen if that other damning little secret came out? It wouldn’t just hurt you, Leo.”

“Harvey,” Leo warned. His voice was different, but Vincent couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was.

“I wonder how the people would react? How the guards would react?”

Harvey’s voice lowered to a hiss, but Vincent heard it loud and clear. “I wonder what the Crown would do if they found out that their golden-boy soldier was fucking a man?”

The thrashing sounds started up again, louder and more violent than last time. When Leo spoke again, his voice definitely had a deeper, rougher quality that made Vincent’s hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t dare--”

“You underestimate me.” Harvey sounded like he was smirking. “I won’t hesitate to inform the Crown’s court about your little friend. He’ll be ruined, cast out, maybe even killed; and you’ll have only yourself to blame.”

Several things happened at once. Vincent glanced to his left just in time to lock eyes with a startled-looking man, already holding his sword at the ready. Ray opened his mouth to call out to Harvey. There was a great snapping and creaking and, just as the shout left Ray’s throat, it was swallowed by a great, thunderous roar.

Vincent and Ray both stumbled back in shock at the sound that seemed to shake the trees around them. Vincent recovered first, regaining his footing a split second before Ray, and launched himself forward just as he was beginning to turn. He drew his sword mid-step and skillfully knocked the other one away, sending it flying into the brush and leaving his own blade hovering at Ray’s neck.

He couldn’t look away in fear of the man escaping, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see a large shape lumbering into the moonlight in the centre of the clearing. Harvey sounded panicked, leagues away from his previous cocky tone.

“W-wait--Leo, back up--”

Making a split-second decision, Vincent grabbed the front of Ray’s shirt and hauled him forward into the clearing. He shoved him down towards where Harvey was on the ground, trying to crawl backwards away from…

Despite the situation, Vincent’s breath caught in awe.

Instead of Leo, a large lion was stalking towards the men cowering on the ground. Sleek tawny fur shone in the patches of moonlight, the light reflecting off snarling teeth.

Managing to shake himself out of his shock, Vincent turned to the men and drew himself up to his full height.

“If I were you,” he said coldly, “I would get my ass out of here. If you speak a word to anyone of what has happened tonight, it is not the lion you will have to be worried about.”

His words were punctuated by a growl from the lion. With gaping mouths and eyes full of terror, Harvey and Ray pulled themselves up and turned, stumbling over each other as they fled the forest.

Vincent let out a long breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, the lion--Leo--was staring up at him. His eyes were so similar it was almost startling, but the emotion was clear. Vincent smiled warmly.

“That’s one way to welcome me home,” he teased.

And, though he knew it was impossible, he swore that the lion rolled his eyes.

#alternate universe #vincent/leo #fanfic #oneshot

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lynelovespopculture · 4 years

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The Chilling Adventures of Zelda-Chapter 9 The Newest Spellman

CHAPTER 9-THE NEWEST SPELLMAN

AS ZELDA RECOVERS, THE REST OF THE FAMILY GREET THEIR NEWEST MEMBER. COMING SOON!!!!!!!!!!

By 8 AM, the storm had become nothing more than a drizzle. Hilda Spellman Cerberus had been up all night. Presently, Hilda was pacing back and forth in the Spellman kitchen. She stepped up to the window and sighed.

“Come on, Zelds, you should be up by now.”

The cry of a baby distracted Hilda so she went to the kitchen island and peeked into the portable crib that held her newborn niece, who was a mere 6 hours old. “Good morning, my little love. Did you enjoy your sleep? Fancy a bottle?”

The babe cooed and Hilda took that as a yes and went to warm up a bottle, which she left on the table to cool. Hilda sighed, her 1st bottle, she thought, Zelda should be doing this, not me. Damn bloody Blackwood! Hilda put a smile back on her face as she slung the rag over her shoulder and gathered up the baby in her arms.

“There we are,” Hilda settled at the table and gave the newborn her bottle. “Pretty little girl. This house is too quiet. Your Aunt Hilda usually likes a silence house because it’s never quiet around here. But now, I think it’s too quiet around here. Why? Well, you don’t know this yet but we come from a pretty big family. Let’s see now, your mommy, my sister, lives here as well as your daddy and your cousins, of course, Sabrina and Ambrose. I live in town with your Uncle C, but I’m always here so you’ll never miss me. Your older sister Prudence is at the academy and the twins, your other older sister and your brother, well, I’m sure they’ll be home soon.”

The baby finished feeding so Hilda put down the bottle and carefully put the tiny body against her shoulder. Hilda’s eyes drifted back toward the window. Speaking of coming home soon…

“Good job,” Hilda said to her niece after hearing a burp. “Now that’s we’re done with your breakfast, shall we go relax in the living room?”

Hilda got up, pausing for a moment to return the baby to her basket before changing rooms. Hilda was just putting down the basket down onto a chair, when she heard a noise from outside. Hilda’s heart jumped high with hope.

“Zelda?”

Hilda’s smile quickly turned into a frown. What she saw in the suddenly busy driveway was not her sister, but everyone else. Ambrose and Prudence were holding hands, walking before Harvey’s red truck. Hilda could see Sabrina in the truck’s passenger seat. After the truck, Hilda recognized her husband’s car. The side door was opening and Faustus seemed ready to jump out of the still moving car. With a whimper, Hilda turned away from the window. “The stuff is about to hit the fan. Your Auntie Hilda could be big trouble.” She said to her infant niece.

The front door opened and the younger Spellmans filed in.

“Aunt Zelda? Auntie Hilda? I’m home,” Sabrina called out.

“So am I,” Ambrose matched his cousin’s tone, making her laugh.

Hilda decided to leave the baby in the sitting room while she rushed into the kitchen to greet the kids. “Oh, my loves! I’m so glad your home safely.” She said honestly and hugged Sabrina as Ambrose and Harvey looked on and Prudence helped herself to a breakfast roll.

The front door opened again and then slammed shut. “Zelda?! Dearest? Are you here?!" Like a flash, Faustus ran across the parlor and up the stairs, taking 2 at a time.

Hilda was somehow able to step around Sabrina and get to the bottom of the steps. “Um, she’s not up there.”

Hearing his sister-in-law, Faustus turned and went back downstairs. “Then, where is she?”

“Um”

Nevertheless, this answer didn’t please Faustus so he sidestepped Hilda and went into the kitchen. “Zelda?”

Hilda hung her head back and sighed before she sighed and followed him into the other room. “Faustus, I need to tell you something.”

“Was it false labor again, babe?” Dr. C asked his wife.

“No, it wasn’t false labor again!” Hilda said loud enough for all the room to hear and they did, for at that moment, all the room fell silent. Great, thought Hilda.

“Labor?” Stated Ambrose.

“Aunt Zelda had the baby already?” Asked Sabrina. “When? During the storm? Is she upstairs?”

“That’s what I asked.” Said Faustus. “Your Aunt Hilda says she’s not up there.”

Suddenly everybody started to talk all at once.

“ENOUGH! ENOUGH!” Hilda found herself yelling above the crowd to be heard. “YOUR AUNT ZELDA IS NOWHERE IN THE HOUSE BECAUSE SHE’S IN THE CAIN PIT!” Hilda by no means expected to scream out the news like this but it just kind of slipped out.

Sabrina’s lower lip quivered. “Auntie Zelda’s dead?”

As Hilda went to comfort her, Faustus shook his head. “I knew it. I just knew it. 3 births, 3 deaths, I’m a jinx. I knew it!” Faustus slammed his hand against the breakfast island.

“What? Oh no, love,” Hilda explained while rubbing Sabrina’s arm. “The delivery went very well. Both Zelda and the baby came out of it happy and healthy. No, the trouble really started when,” she sighed “Blackwood showed up.”

“Blackwood was here, last night?” This question came from Prudence, who cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Hilda nodded.

“If it’s not 3 bothersome ghosts, it’s him,” Faustus muttered.

“You see, I was in here, cleaning the baby when the door opened and he came in,” Hilda continued. “He’s the one who created the storm. He’d hoped we would all be trapped here so he could kill us all 1 by 1.”

“That’s why the weather got so out of control in just under an hour.” Commented Harvey.

“Yes,” Hilda nodded and went back to her story. “Anyway, last night when I first saw him at the door, I thought he was you, Faustus, then I called Dr. C and found out that Faustus still at the bookstore. I ran to go help Zelda but I was too late.”

“So that’s what that 2nd call was about last night.” Dr. C nodded. It all made sense to him now.

Faustus looked sharply at Dr. C. “You never said anything about 2nd phone call from Hilda!”

Dr. C shrugged. “I had just gotten you back in the store and got you calmed down. Besides, if there was a problem, I thought Hilda would call back.”

“Good point,” Faustus said before turning to his sister-in-law. “Why didn’t you call back?” Faustus demanded.

“Because there’s wasn’t a problem.”

That’s when Faustus’s jaw dropped. “There’s wasn’t a problem?! My Zelda is dead and you don’t think it’s a problem?!”

“I only meant that I have everything under control,” Hilda explained, “I buried Zelda in the Cain pit as soon I could, as soon as the thunder and lightning stopped.”

“What time was that, Auntie?” asked Ambrose.

“About 2:30.”

“2:30!” Faustus exploded. “It’s almost 9!”

“So, this is Zelda’s 1st time in that pit thingy, right? It would take hours to work. Unlike Hilda, whose down there all the time and can pop up in minutes.” Said Dr. C.

Faustus shook his head. “No, it works the other way around. It’s going on nearly 7 hours now, something must be wrong.”

“Look, I’m been expecting Zelda since before you all got home,” Hilda admitted. “Normally, I would be worried about the hours too, but you forget the 2 things that can tire a witch’s body out the most is returning from the dead and giving birth and Zelda has done both in the last 12 hours.”

Once again, the group all started to talk at once again until Sabrina put out a hand. “Hey! Hey, listen! I think I hear something.”

Everyone did listen and because everything was quiet, they all heard the door opening, 2 light footsteps and the sound of something crashing to the ground. All of the family rushed to the front lobby. There, curled up on its side, was a body, not more than 2 feet away from the still opened front door. The body was filthy, covered head to toe in dirt, muck and dried blood. Although, dirty, lifeless hair covered up most of the face, everyone knew exactly who it was.

“Aunt Zelda!”

“Zelds!

“Dearest!”

Harvey and Dr. C hung back as Hilda, Faustus, Ambrose, Sabrina and Prudence knelt around the body.

“Is she alive?” Prudence asked.

Hilda, meanwhile, put 2 fingers on Zelda’s neck and smiled. “Yes, she’s alive. Her pulse is quite normal. I just think she’s exhausted.”

Zelda gave a low, deep moan of protest as the others turned her over. Hilda moved so she was able to place Zelda’s head in her lap. “Welcome back, sister.”

It took all of Zelda’s strength just to open her eyes and say only 2 words. “My baby?”

“Don’t worry, Zelds,” Hilda assured her, “The baby’s fine. She’s probably napping by the fire right now.”

Faustus looked up. “She? It’s a girl?”

Hilda nodded, smiling. “Yes, she is,” Hilda turned back to her sister. “Okay, Zelds, time to get you into a tub and then it’s off to bed with you to get some rest.”

“Let’s use my bathroom,” Suggested Sabrina. “My tub is the biggest so is the room so we won’t be tripping over each other.”

“Excellent idea, Sabrina.” Hilda smiled.

Not caring at all about the dirt, Faustus threw his wife’s limp arms around his neck and put his arm under her knees as he lifted her up and carried her upstairs and into Sabrina’s room.i Prudence followed him, as did Sabrina, after she said a brief goodbye to Harvey, who was late for meeting Roz. Ambrose agreed to watch the baby.

“Wait,” Dr C. grabbed his wife’s arm while she tried to get upstairs. “If there was no one here to protect you, why didn’t Blackwood kill you and the baby?”

“I’m safer in that kitchen than anywhere else on earth.” Hilda had to chuckle when Dr. C looked utterly confused. Hilda kissed her husband. “I’ll explain later. Meanwhile, can you be a love and fetch a fresh nightgown for Zelda?”

Even with 4 people bathing her, it took over an hour to get Zelda completely clean. Prudence saw to the lift side of Zelda, Sabrina, the right. Faustus washed his wife’s hair and face where Hilda worked on Zelda’s feet and legs. Sabrina was worried. She had never seen her beloved aunt so weak. Zelda just moaned and groaned and every now and then, Zelda would open her eyes but only for a few seconds at a time. Once the cleaning was finally done, they drained the tub of water, they used big towels to dry her off. After working with the others to put the new nightgown on, Faustus carried his wife to their bedroom and settled Zelda into bed. She was asleep in moments.

“She looks so pale,” Stated Sabrina with a worried frown.

“She’s be fine after a few hours of rest and quiet.” Assured Hilda.

“Sleep well, sister Zelda.” Prudence whispered as she patted her stepmother’s hand.

Sabrina said nothing, but she kissed her aunt’s cheek before following Prudence out of the room. Faustus kissed his wife twice. Once deeply on the forehead, and again, lightly on the lips. When Hilda stepped in the hallway, she found that the girls had gone downstairs but Faustus was in the corner, muttering to himself. Hilda went to him.

“Hey, you okay?”

Faustus turned. “I’m so mad at myself. I always told Zelda that I would protect her and our child. But where was I when they needed me the most? I wasn’t even home!”

Hilda shook her head. “You can’t blame yourself, love. There was a nasty storm that made it impossible to travel anywhere, remember?”

“So what? You got here.” Faustus pointed out.

“Yes, but I teleported.”

“I could have teleported too, if I still had my powers! I thought I was doing the right and noble thing asking Lucifer to take my magic but living like a mortal only got the woman I love killed. Damn it, Zelda was talking about getting me my magic back. Why didn’t I listen? Why am I constantly failing?”

“You’re being way too rough on yourself. Zelda will be fine. What you need now is a distraction. Let’s go met your newest daughter.”

They went downstairs together. Hilda went straight to the living room and picked up the baby. “Hello again, little one. I have your father here with me." Hilda looked up and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Faustus?! Faustus, what…are you crying?”

He nodded as the silent tears streamed down his face. “I was afraid it was a girl. As you know, Zelda and I chose not to know the gender before the birth.”

Hilda thought she understood. She rubbed his arm. “Hey, it’s okay. We can’t always control our feelings. If you’re disappointed that she’s a girl today, you’ll get over it.”

Faustus shook his head and smiled. “That’s just it, Hilda. I thought I would be disappointed but truthfully, I’m not. These are tears of joy. I guess I really am changing.”

Hilda smiled. “You are. You’re a good man, Faustus Spellman.”

“Faustus Spellman.” He repeated. He loved the way that sounded. Meanwhile, the baby cooed in Hilda’s arms. “Can I hold her?” asked Faustus.

Hilda giggled. “Of course, she’s yours, after all.”

Faustus smiled down at the child as he gathered his daughter into his arms. “Look at her. You know, when I was younger, and I thought about marrying Zelda, I also used to dream of the children we would have together, both girls and boys. I swear to Hecate, this is exactly who I dreamt of. She’s so aware and alert for a newborn.”

Hilda nodded. “Yes, I noticed that too. Have you and Zelda settled on a name for her yet?”

“Hmm? Oh yes, we have, but I rather wait until Zelda wakes up before we tell the family.”

Hilda understood this. “Sure, we waited months to discover her gender, a few more hours to learn the name won’t kill us.”

“Kill” Faustus sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Faustus sighed. “The birth of my daughter is truly a happy event but I would be lying if I wasn’t worried about Blackwood. I mean, to him, this baby is just another Spellman to slaughter.”

That is when Hilda smiled. “Maybe not. Last night, I managed to put a silence spell on the babe and put her out of sight before Blackwood came for me. When he asked about the baby, I lied and said it was a stillbirth. Blackwood may be completely bonkers but even he can’t kill what he doesn’t think exists.”

Faustus kissed his sister-in-law’s cheek. “Hilda, you’re a genius.”

“So, I’ve been told.”

“Father? Sister Hilda? What should we do about lunch?” Prudence entered the room.

Hilda smiled at the girl. “Let me handle that, dear.” Hilda moved past her and into the kitchen.

Faustus gave his daughter a huge smile. “Prudence! Come here and meet your newest sister.”

Prudence did come closer and smiled at her baby sister. “Oh, she’s so beautiful!”

Faustus put an arm around the shoulders of his oldest daughter and smiled at her as the other arm held the baby. “Just like you.”

Embolden by her father’s compliment, Prudence wore a playful smile. “Are you sure the babe is yours, Father? She looks so much like sister Zelda; one may wonder if she performed a cloning spell.”

Faustus laughed out loud. “It did cross my mind once or twice.” Then he stopped laughing. “Oh no. Someone feels wet!”

“I take her to get change.” Prudence offered, reaching for the babe.

“No, no, no, no.” Her father refused. “Thank you for offering but I am a father of 4 now. It’s seriously time I learn how to care for children. Besides, I remember you once told me, rather colorfully, that you are not a wet nurse.” Prudence and Faustus shared 1 last smile before he started upstairs.

Yes, a newborn baby meant much excitement within the Spellman house. There was no shortage of hands who wanted to hold her, play with her and cuddle her. She was surrounded by so much love that Faustus thought nothing of leaving his daughter in the kitchen with all her relatives when Ambrose pulled him aside after lunch.

“There something that auntie Hilda said this morning that I can’t get off my mind.” Ambrose explained as the 2 men made their way to the attic.

“What’s that?”

“How she said that she mistook Blackwood for you. That’s mean he must have waltzed in here like he owned the place. I was thinking maybe we could make his arrogance work for us.”

“Interesting. Tell me more.”

“While it’s true that we had zero luck in finding Blackwood’s current hideout,” as he spoke, Ambrose combed the shelves of his personal library, searching for just the right book. “However, we can make sure he never darkens our door again.” He picked the right book, flipping to the correct page and put it on the desk and pointed. “We can put a magic lock on the front door. But there is a catch.”

Of course, Faustus thought. There is always a catch. “What is it?”

“This magical lock spell has a blood seal. So if we do this spell, the blood seal would be for Spellman blood meaning that the lock will protect me and my aunts but it would actually lock out any non-blood members of this family like Prudence, you, and even” Ambrose sighed heavily, “Sabrina.”

“May I see this spell?” Faustus asked and Ambrose handed him the book. After studying the text further, Faustus smiled. “Well, this has a simple fix to it. Sabrina and I will have to spell our house keys and Prudence will have to knock. Excellent work, Ambrose.”

“Thank you, uncle Faustus.” The older man raised his eyebrow and Ambrose felt instantly embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from. It just slipped out.”

“No, don’t apologize. I guess I was just taken aback by how right that sounded.”

After a few more minutes, Faustus left and as Ambrose put the book away, a folder fell off the desk. As he thumped through it, he realized that it was Zelda’s manifesto and was impressed. “aunt Z really might have something here.”

Meanwhile, on the 2nd floor, Faustus was thinking. Ambrose had the right idea trying to protect the house from Blackwood but what if he could do better? What if he could destroy Blackwood forever? Faustus went directly to his bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand. Faustus smiled when he saw the book. This book was so rare many thought it didn’t exist but working in a bookstore had its perks. Even with Dr. C’s help, it took months to find. Spell books written by warlocks and witches were a dime a dozen, but what Faustus held in his hands was the only known spell book written by a mortal in the world. Surely, spells written by a mortal could be performed by a mortal or a warlock that gave up his powers. Faustus sighed as he stood up. He went over to the other side of the room where Zelda lay. True, no one had heard a peep out of Zelda since she was put to bed, hours before. Faustus was glad to note that Zelda’s coloring looked much better. He rubbed her back, stroked her hair and softly kissed her. “Rest now, my beauty, and maybe, if this works, when you awake, all our children will be safe under this roof and your murderer shall be no more!” He whispered before kissing her again. Then, book in hand, Faustus left the room and went downstairs. His heart melted as he turned toward the living room. Prudence was asleep on the couch; the blanket was barely on her and her sister was in her basket on the coffee table. Faustus had to smile. Last night’s storm had been so wild and loud that it had been impossible to sleep so most people in the house were taking naps. Faustus had seen Sabrina and Hilda lying down in Sabrina’s room before he came down and even now, he could hear Dr. C light snoring from where he had fallen asleep at the kitchen table. Faustus went further into the room and tucked in Prudence and turning, he smiled down at the still awake baby. “Be sure to watch out for your mother, your sister, your aunt, your uncle and your cousins for me. Daddy will be back.” Faustus kissed his fingers and lightly touched his daughter’s head.

The 1st spell Faustus tried was called the circle of 9. Before he could even try to perform the spell, Faustus had to build 9 circles, each 1 bigger and wider than the last, out of sticks. It took 2 hours just to set up. Faustus knelt down to start the spell just as the sun was setting.

“Circle of 9, circle of 9, draw him here, bring back what is mine. Be it children, be it voice, be it body or be it mind. Circle of 9, circle of 9, draw him here, bring back what is mine!” Faustus waited a few minutes before he said the whole spell again, then he did a 3rd time, a 4th, and still nothing. Faustus moved on to another spell. Before he knew it, Faustus had performed 6 different spells from the book and still he found himself alone in the now pitch-black woods. Faustus now was leaning by a tree, flipping through the book with the flashlight that he, thank Hecate, remembered to bring with him. As he looked up and saw a shadow. If the shadow was real or a fragment of Faustus’s tired mind, he didn’t know but he was beyond caring.

“ BLACKWOOD!” Faustus yelled. “IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, YOU’RE DONE! I HOPE YOU HAD FUN LAST NIGHT BECAUSE IT WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WILL EVER, EVER GET NEAR THE SPELLMANS! YOU SEE, THE NIGHT I TOOK THEIR NAME, I ALSO TOOK ON THE FAMILY AS MY OWN AND NO ONE HURTS MY FAMILY! NO MATTER HOW FAR YOU RUN AND WHERE YOU GO, I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL TAKE MY TWINS BACK. THEN I WILL END YOU! I KNOW YOU HAVE THE MARK OF CAIN, BUT THAT ONLY MEANS I HAVE TO THINK OF A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH. I KNOW YOU DON’T SEE ME A THREAT BUT YOU SHOULD BECAUSE THE NEXT TIME WE MEET, I’LL HAVE MY MAGIC BACK!”

Once he was done yelling at the trees like a lunatic, a defeated and frustrated Faustus walked home. Getting his magic back was something had been on the back of his mind all day. True, the thought of getting all his power back made Faustus feel just as anxious and nervous as ever. Yet, if it meant he could better protect the family, he would rise above it.

“So, that’s the problem with Nick.”

Faustus followed the sound of Sabrina’s voice to the living room where he saw that the teen sitting cross legged in a chair by the fire, giving the baby her bottle.

“Hi,” she greeted him when she saw Faustus. “Where did you disappear to? We’re starting to get worried and you missed dinner.”

“I’m not hungry,” Faustus dismissed as he sat down across from Sabrina. “Why are you speaking of Nicholas to the baby for?”

Embarrassed, Sabrina reddened. “It’s nothing, really. I was just telling the baby that Nick invited me to a dance party at Dorian Grey’s next Saturday. I thought it was date, which has its own problems, then I find out that it’s a group thing and now, I’m more confused than ever.” Sabrina sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spill out everything like that. It’s just that Ambrose and Salem are both sick to death, hearing about my love life, aunt Hilda is still in newlywed mode where all love is rosy and perfect and aunt Z is…not…up…yet.” Sabrina sighed.

Faustus’s heart dropped. He had hoped Zelda had wakened up by now.

The baby cooed in the silence as if to lighten the mood. Sabrina smiled down at the baby. “Turns out that my new little cousin here is a great listener.”

“But she a little quiet about giving out advice.” Faustus smiled. “You mentioned that dating Nicholas would be a problem. Do you not want to be with him romantically anymore?”

Sabrina sighed deeply. “I just don’t know anymore. Last year, when he came back from hell, I wanted Nick to trust me and lean on me the way, well, the way you leaned on Zelda after you spilt from the curse, but he didn’t. He completely shut me out and when he broke up with me, it really hurt. Hecate knows that candle spell didn’t work at all.”

“It never does,” Faustus muttered. “I could have opened my own candle shop when I tried to get over your aunt Zelda.”

“But time did help me heal,” Sabrina continued, “I’m been happy being single these past months and I don’t know if I want to fall down the same down the rabbit hole again.”

“Sabrina, I think you should go to the party, as a group, and have fun. If and when you should be with master Nicholas again, you’ll know when it feels right.”

Sabrina smiled. “Thanks for the advice, Mr. Blackwood.”

“Sabrina, I think it’s time you started to calling me Faustus.”

She smiled. “Okay, Faustus. I think your daughter has finished her meal.”

Faustus stood up. “I take the bottle for you. You 2 ladies look too comfortable to be disturbed.”

Right before Faustus entered the kitchen, he could hear Dr. C’s voice.

“Hilda, you’ve been looking at the clock a lot in the past hour. What’s wrong, my love?”

There were tears in Hilda’s eyes. “Zelda should be up by now. I don’t like talking about it because it’s very rare but if a witch is still asleep 13 hours after a night in the Cain pit, they’re not going to wake up at all. My sister has a half hour left or that beautiful baby girl will grow up without her mother.”

Hearing this, Faustus didn’t cry or yell or even entered the kitchen. Instead, he placed the baby bottle on a nearby side table and ran upstairs. Faustus entered his bedroom to see that Zelda was still in bed and still asleep.

“Zelda, wake up,” Nothing happened so he went to her and gently shook her. “Zelda, it’s time to wake up. I know you’re tired and you have every reason to be, but please, my heart, just open your stunning eyes and talk to me for 10 minutes.” He shook her again and still got nothing. So, Faustus knelt down and took one of Zelda’s hands in both of his. “What was it you told me the day I tried to commit suicide? That I couldn’t leave you? Well, I’m going to say it right back to you, Zelda. You can’t leave me! And it just not me. Everyone needs you. The coven needs its high priestess. I still believe that you’re going to be the 1st witch ordained by the council. The academy needs its headmistress and there are not enough words to express how much this family needs you. Hilda is downstairs right now crying that she may never see you again. All the children need you, Zelda. Granted, she would never admit it, but I know my daughter and Prudence will be just as heartbroken as Ambrose or Sabrina if you-“ Faustus couldn’t even say it, he just shook his head and continued with his next thought. “The twins, when they return, will certainly need you as well as our newborn girl. As for me, oh Zelda, my dearest darling, I need you most of all. I don’t care if that selfish, it’s true. I know I failed you twice today when I wasn’t here for you when Blackwood killed you and I failed when I couldn’t draw him or the twins to me in the woods. But I am getting better at being a Spellman, I am. Ambrose called me uncle today and I just came from a heart to heart with Sabrina but you have to wake up to see it.” There was still silence and Faustus sighed. “I’ve buried 2 mothers of my children, but I didn’t mourn Madeline or Constance because I didn’t love them. I’ve only ever loved you and the thought of losing you is more than I can bear.” Faustus put his head on the mattress and started to sob.

Suddenly, he felt a hand going through his hair. “Faustus Spellman, did you really think you can get rid of me that easily?”

Faustus looked up sharply. “Zelda! Dearest! You’re awake!” Overcome with joy, Faustus, still on his knees, he grabbed and kissed Zelda. It was only mid-way through the kiss that Faustus realized how rough he was being and let go immediately. “Oh! I’m sorry!”

Zelda chuckled. “Don’t be, I’m fine.”

Faustus gently tucked a hair behind Zelda’s ear. “No,” he whispered to his wife. “You’re more than fine, you’re beautiful and I’ve finally made a decision. I want to be baptized into the Order of Hecate.”

Zelda smiled. “Wonderful. When will the next full moon be?”

“Tomorrow night, I think.”

Zelda smiled. “Perfect. That way we can do your baptism and the presenting in the same night. Speaking of which, have you met our daughter?”

Faustus nodded. “I have and she looks exactly like the most beautiful witch in the world.”

“But I’m her mother. Shouldn’t she look like me?” Zelda smiled.

Faustus laughed. “You’re up for 15 seconds and you’re already telling jokes? No wonder I love you so much.”

“I’ve only seen the baby once. Last night before Hilda brought her down to the kitchen.”

“Well, we can fix that right now.” Faustus kissed her hand before he went to the doorway. “Everyone!” Faustus called out. “Zelda’s up! Someone bring up the baby please.”

That all it took. The only reason Faustus didn’t invite everyone in the room was because he didn’t want Zelda to get overwhelmed but as soon as he announced that Zelda was awake, everyone came running. First, Ambrose and Prudence came down from the attic, followed closely by Sabrina. There were many hugs, tears of joy and happy words of welcome. When Hilda, who was carrying her niece, appeared at the door, Zelda sat up straighter in bed and held out her arms for her baby.

“Hello precious. It’s mommy,” Zelda purred to her infant. “Did you enjoy your day getting to know our family?”

“When will we know her name?” Wondered Ambrose.

Zelda looked up at her husband, who now sat beside her. “You didn’t tell them her name yet?”

Faustus kissed her brow. “I wanted to wait for you, my love.”

“Everyone,” Zelda addressed the room. “Faustus and I would like to officially introduce our daughter, Cordelia Luna Spellman.”

In Faustus’s mind, Zelda looked damn hot in a bathing suit, especially after just given birth 2 days ago. It was the next evening and he knew he shouldn’t be lusting over a high priestess at his own baptism, even if she was his wife but he couldn’t help himself. Still, he tried his best to focus on her words.

“We gather in the wood tonight to welcome a new member to the order of Hecate.”

Zelda amazed him. She fallen asleep about an hour after waking and then awoke again at 8 this morning like nothing had ever happened. They had spent most of the afternoon going over his baptism. The details were straightforward; they had spent more time arguing about the coven. A warlock’s baptism was a coven event, they both knew it, but still, Faustus would have preferred it to be just the family. Yes, he knew he had the coven’s forgiveness, but seeing them caused him bad memories and made him uneasy. He only gave in when Zelda correctly pointed out that if they weren’t invited and found out about the baptism later, the coven could accuse Faustus of keeping secrets so, he invited them.

Meanwhile, Zelda continued. “The church of night demanded that we all be baptized in blood and sign our names over to a dark lord who demanded we serve him and only him. Hecate does not desire to be our lord. As the goddess who first discovered magic and passed it on to her children, Hecate rightly sees herself as our dark mother, and like a mother, any mother, doesn’t want see harm come to her children. Therefore, a baptism done in Hecate’s name is different from what we have witness before. There will be no blood, there will be no sighing of names in any books. All we will use is the cool, refreshing water of the river while it is bathe in the light of a full moon, which is both the start and end phrase of a witch’s life.”

After delivering her sermon, Zelda took off her robe, revealing that bathing suit that drove Faustus crazy. Zelda waded in the river as Faustus disrobed and joined her in the water.

“Faustus Spellman, son of night, do you come here tonight of your own free will? To be baptized, to be a part of this coven and a servant of Hecate, the 3 in 1?”

“I do.” Faustus said clearly.

“Please kneel,” Faustus did so and Zelda marked his forehead with water.

“Will you disregard any vows you made to any lesser gods and any books that may bear your name.”

“I will.”

“Finally, will you accept Hecate and her beloved Aeete, who is the male 3 in 1, the lad, the father and the old man, into your heart?”

“I will.”

Zelda knelt down. “I will now emerge you in the water. If it pleases Hecate to accept your devotions, you will come out of the water, you will be reborn with your magic born anew.” Zelda explained.

Faustus held his nose before Zelda dunked him under water. A second later, Faustus came up to the surface. Then, holding hands, Faustus and Zelda stood up and together walked out of the river. To see if he really had his magic back, Faustus waved his hand and baby Cordelia, who was in Hilda’s arms, floated through the air and landed in Zelda’s arms.

Faustus smiled. “I think it’s time for the presenting.”

The presenting was a centuries old ceremony where a couple present their newborn on the stone altar in the woods, to give thanks for a healthy birth and pray to watch over the babe. It was tradition for the presenting to take place the same night of the birth, which is why most witches give birth in the woods. Also, for many years the prayers were offered up to the dark lord. Cordelia was only the 3rd baby in the coven, presented to Hecate. Zelda and Faustus stood off to the side while Hilda, fulfilling her role as night mother, carried the baby to the clearing.

“Hecate, we thank thee for Cordelia’s safe birth and pray for her continued health and happiness.” As soon as Hilda laid Cordelia on the stone altar, an odd thing happened. A thick white glow of white light, not unlike a laser, coming from the moon, beamed down on Cordelia and only Cordelia. The light came so suddenly that Hilda jumped back.

“My baby!” Shrieked Zelda. The light was gone when the witch moved to pick up her daughter. Hilda move closer saw on Cordelia’s tiny left wrist was a half-moon birthmark. A birthmark that hadn’t been there 2 minutes before.

“What’s that?” Asked Hilda. The sisters stared at each other in confusion. Of course, none of the Spellmans knew of the great destiny that awaited their newest member.

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Bohemian Rhapsody

No one knows who started it. Stephanie will claim credit whenever the topic’s brought up, but no one can really be sure. Because, really, when you and your caped family all spread out to the far reaches of the city at night, with no way to talk to each other except a group comm link...

Singing over said comms is inevitable.

It started out innocently, enough. Dick and Barbara would hum radio tunes on boring stakeouts, and Bruce would pretend that it bothered him. Then, the two sidekicks got older--and bolder--and started expanding their musical range. By the time the others came around, it wasn’t uncommon on slow nights to hear a quick burst of song lyrics on someone else’s line. Anything ranging from nursery rhymes to hard rock classics. Dick’s Discowing phase scarred everyone, because with the frills and the mullet came an inexplicable obsession with ABBA. Jason fought back with overly loud rounds of ACDC as Tim frantically tried to hum Tchaikovsky to tune out his brothers. The others could only roll their eyes and listen passively to the cacophony.

So really, the night when someone started out with a soft “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?” came as no surprise. This particular number had made appearances before.

No. The real surprise was when someone else picked it up. “Caught in a landslide, no escape from re-al-i-teeee...”

And where they left off, yet another Bat started up. “Open your eyes...”

Maybe it was boredom. Maybe there was just a collective frustration stemming from a case involving Victor Fries where the trail had literally gone cold. Maybe the fancy just struck all of the Family members at once. Whatever the reason, that night everyone sang, as they ironically pointed up at the lit batsignal in the cloudy Gotham sky, no matter where they were. “Look up to the skies, and seeeeee....”

And that was the first time they all sang Bohemian Rhapsody together. Bruce included, though to this day, no one really knows why.

After that, it became something of an unspoken tradition. Boring nights were Bohemian Rhapsody nights. The rules were simple. Someone would start it up with the opening lines, and if no one else joined in, everyone would carry out the rest of patrol in silence (or with different musical selections). But the second someone--anyone--else picked up those next few words, the game was afoot. The rules dictated that once two people were singing on the line, everyone had to join in. No choice. No back-outs. If the others don’t hear your voice chime in, you’ll probably wake up the next morning with a Sharpie mustache. Maybe find something with too many legs in your breakfast cereal, or fall victim to a far more sinister prank. (It’s collectively assumed that this was how Bruce and Damian agreed to play along.)

But the kicker? Every Bat can hear the others perfectly, and the collective result actually isn’t half bad. On the comms,

But to everyone else? The only thing they can hear is the Bat in front of them...

For instance:

Poison Ivy is still reeling from the time she was fighting off Batgirl and Spoiler, when suddenly, the purple girl skidded to a halt. She threw her arms out to the sides, tipped back her head and belted, “I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy!” Then immediately recovered and punched Ivy in the face.

Commissioner Gordon was getting a debrief on a case from Nightwing when suddenly the masked man held up a finger, cocked his head, then grinned as wide as a cheshire cat. It was unnerving. It was unsettling. But what followed was even more so.

“Is everything alright?” Gordon asked cautiously. Nightwing’s only response was to bellow out a loud, “~Easy come~!”

Gordon took a step back, stuttering, “Um. S-son? What’s--”

“~Little high~!”

“I-I...don’t doubt that.”

If only the Commissioner knew that on the other side of the city, his daughter was perched behind her computer system singing softly, “Easy go...little low...” Softly, since she’s on the Birds of Prey group line as well. It isn’t the first time this has happened, but her girls still don’t understand why their leader will randomly start singing in the middle of conversations.

Bullock once called Batman in a panic. “Your boy’s danglin’ off the edge of a roof, Bats! And the stuff he’s sayin’--”

Bruce could only sigh, “I’m sure it’s alright, Harvey.”

“Not hard to hear, he’s practically screamin;...uh, somethin’ about ‘his time has come’ and a shiverin’ spine...and ‘leavin’ you all behind to face the truth’. Aw, geez, Bats. Now he’s on about how he wishes he’d never been born at all.”

“Red Robin’s fine, Bullock.”

“You sure? He could be on another one’a his coffee benders or somethin’. The kid’s always worried me, Bats. This time he could be--”

“He’s fine.”

And Hugo Strange was almost tempted to check himself into his own facility when he saw Robin leaping amidst a hoard of angry Arkham inmates, all the while groaning out in staccato monotone, “I’m just a poor boy, no-bod-y loves me.” The girl calling herself Bluebird, who was fighting nearby, dropped everything to point at the small boy and bellow, “He’s just a poor boy, from a poor family! Spare him his life from this monstrosity!” Little did he know that every other Bat in the city was belting out the same line, scaring pedestrians and police officers alike.

During an interrogation, a mob boss couldn’t believe his eyes when the Red Hood--leering above him with a fist full of his shirt--suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Tilted his head as if listening to a thousand voices in that crazy head of his. Then he lowered the gun pressed to the man’s temple and groaned.

“Seriously? Now? You guys!”

Then, with a sigh, he added in haunting falsetto, “Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?” The mobster’s jaw dropped as he proceeded to watch the schizo in front of him bark out several ‘let him go’s and ‘let me go’s successively, as if singing along with the demons in his head. (The poor man didn’t know the half of it.)

And Jonathan Crane still has nightmares about the night he was squaring off against the Dark Knight himself. The Batman’s fist was poised over Scarecrow’s face when there was a pause, and annoyed huff from the man above him, then, a softly hesitant,

“Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the fandango?”

The mere thought has haunted Crane ever since.

Not to mention Bane’s confusion at seeing the Batwoman and the Signal lobby back and forth as they got in hits and kicks,

“Galileo!” “Galileo!” “Galileo!” “Galileo! “Galileo FIGARO!” Signal took the high notes. Batwoman’s voice dropped very low for the rest.

Sometimes, a family member will have to whisper the words, instead of singing. This was declared ‘allowed’ after the incident where Tim was hiding in an air duct above a gang meeting. His turn came and all that could be heard on the line was,

“Thunderbolts and lightning! Very very fright-ning m-AAGGGHHH!” Followed by the barrage of gushots as a dozen gang members whipped out their pistols and began shooting at the ceiling.

He was lucky. Only a few small scrapes. But after that, whispering was permitted. As was saying ‘not clear’ if one was in a dangerous situation.

The only other rule is that every Bat must chime in together at certain points. But everyone’s favorite part is just after Jason, Dick and Bruce go on their back-and-forth ‘we will not let you go’ ‘let him go’ tirade.

Namely? The guitar solo.

Years of acapella over the comms have trained the Batfamily well. Some of them really get into it, pretending to strum air guitars, others only make the noises, (much to the confusion and terror of any non-Bat in the vicinity). Tim and Stephanie pick up the next few words, before finally, the mass rendition sobers a little. Things calm down. Usually, Nightwing or Red Hood can be found doing dramatic poses on rooftops as they pretend to be all angsty and brooding. (They’re not doing their best Bruce and Tim impressions...not at all...)

When the song ends with Cass gently singing out the last few words, Gotham City breathes a collective sigh of relief, and the Bats continue on their patrol as if nothing ever happened. As if nothing really matters...

(Feel free to add on!)

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Angel of cards (13/16)

Trigger Warning: no.

She belongs to him. No one can take her away from him. Even The Batman.

Chapter thirteen: the Hospital

"Dear Bruce,

I'll be honest with you... I'm going to marry Harvey Dent. I love him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. When I said that if Gotham didn't need Batman anymore... we can be together... I wasn't lying. But I'm sure the day will never come when you don't need Batman.

I hope I'm wrong. And if so, I'll be there. But as a friend. If you have lost faith in me, please keep your faith in people.

With everlasting love, Rachel, " Bruce whispered the last sentence softly, resenting the loss. There were gentle tears in his eyes. The hand clutched the paper on which the love words were written.

Why Rachel? Why her? Why exactly the love of his life, and not... someone else? Why did the Joker say this address and not some other address? Why did he name the place where Harvey is?

"Alfred?" Without taking his eyes off the window, his right eyebrow slightly raised, but still with an emotionless, steely voice that had an anxious and trembling note in it, Wayne asked.

In his peripheral vision, Bruce could see that Alfred had entered the room, dressed like a string. He couldn't see his expression or feel his feelings, but he knew that his beloved butler was also deeply sorry.

"Yes, Master Wayne?" asked Alfred, in his usual voice, with a hint of regret in it. He knew how much his master loved Rachel.

"Is it my fault?" Bruce asks with a sigh, feeling the paper get wet because of his sweaty palms from the fear of responsibility. "I was supposed to inspire good... not madness and death, " Wayne's always calm voice faltered. His jaw trembled slightly. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"You inspired good, but you spat in the face of the Gotham mafia. Did you think there would be no consequences?" Alfred asked, still holding the bottle of wine in his old hands, which Bruce would probably drink in one gulp. "Life always gets worse before it gets better," he sighed again and stood up from his comfortable black chair, turning to Pennyworth.

"But Rachel, Alfred," he countered, raising his voice slightly. It was too much to bear. Will Bruce be able to cope with such grief on his own? Would the general darkness swallow him up?

"Rachel believed in what you stood for. Gotham needs you, " the butler said in a reassuring old voice, moving closer to his master. He just looked down.

"Gotham needs a real hero," a real one. Not like him. Gotham needs someone who can always defend their rights and protect Gotham in a truly legal way. "And I almost let that psycho blow him to hell," Bruce whispered softly, referring to the Joker.

Wayne's hand, which was already holding the piece of paper with the love and voluptuous words, only tightened and tightened. The Joker. This blood-pumping and frenzied lunatic who only thinks about how to destroy Gotham.

And what about his equally beloved Blake? The same person who could always support him when Rachel was away? And if Rachel, he sighed, could be subject to that darkness, he didn't notice it for Blake.

Still, what does this fucking nutcase want with his best friend's niece? Bruce licked his parched lips of honey that had become wet from the tears of the meek.

He must understand everything.

***

"She wanted to wait for me," Harvey mumbled, gripping his aching knuckles tightly. He could still see the pleas and screams of his beloved as she died. Rachel. He opened his mouth slightly in annoyance, pulling his lower jaw forward. Will he be able to live without everything now?

First, the Joker took away the first ray of light in his life — Blake. His beloved niece, whom he adored with all his kindred love. Would he have been able to break into the ranks of prosecutors if he hadn't been there? Hardly.

The second thing the Joker took from him was Rachel. His favorite, his sweetest girl, for whom he was willing to do anything. Exactly the same one. The one who always supported him, helped him.

He didn't listen to Gordon's useless talk. Even aside from the fact that he was a very nice person who really felt sorry for him, Harvey didn't want to see him right now. His obsessive and mumbling behavior only irritated him and injected more anger.

"I'm sorry about Rachel," he said suddenly, after a long silence that lasted about a mortal two minutes. Dent choked on his breath. "The doctor says you have a terrible pain, but you don't take your medication. That you refuse... from a skin graft, " knowing that it would not entail anything good, Gordon said quietly. Harvey only stifled a guttural growl. Idiot. Idiot. What kind of mumbling creature is this?

"You remember that name... what you gave me... When did I work for you?" Dent asked, turning to face Jim, who was standing with his head down and his brown-and-green cap in his hands.

He could see the flash of fear in the commissioner's eyes, but immediately suppressed. Is he afraid of him? But why? What's there to be afraid of? These burns on the second half of the face? Or what?

"How was it, Gordon?" he asked in a more severe voice, squinting his right eye.

"Harvey, I am..."

"Speak up," Harvey said in a steely and very stern voice, feeling an uneasy shiver run down his spine. He knew the nickname. Knew. "Speak up!"

"Two-face. Harvey is two-faced."

"Why hide who I am now?" the man asked, baring his teeth and swallowing.

"I'm sorry," Gordon said in a low voice, only clinging more tightly to himself. He didn't like being shouted at, even though he'd seen a lot of things in his life.

"No," came the steely reply again.

***

Damn Moroni! The Joker thought furiously. His thoughts were now just a hailstorm of thoughts and a chaotic chaos that couldn't calm down. He licked his dry, bland, cold lips with a rough tongue. He was walking briskly toward Harvey Dent's room.

Oh, yes, the very man he had almost killed, and whom Batman had saved just in time. What a good boy he is. He would have to do it again somehow, and arrange a soft and favorable game for his favorite toy.

Although to be honest, Batman was eerily boring. That mumbling, stern voice and thoughts that he couldn't even properly show and say. Were you sure he was Bruce Wayne, the son of rich parents?

The Joker clenched his fists. His nostrils flared wide and he drew in a sharp breath. He resisted the urge to grimace. He likes the smell of the hospital. Medical supplies and equipment. Terribly. It's disgusting. Antiseptics for surface treatment, autoclave, hospital food, quartz, and the patients themselves, who apparently rarely wash, also had an unpleasant smell.

The Joker pressed the black plastic doorknob, pushing open the white door and entering a room that was clearly designed for premium guests. He chuckled, licking his painted lips again. Sloppy.

He quickly looked around the room, trying to find something that could be used against him. His quick and deft eye caught only a small silver tray, but he was unlikely to be able to defend himself with it.

The Joker sat down on the brown chair next to Harvey's bed. What beautiful burns the fire had left him, the Joker grinned. It definitely suits him. And how he hadn't done that to himself before. He stifled a small laugh.

"Hi," the Joker drawled, grinding his teeth together and making an unpleasant sound. Harvey, of course, woke up. The man saw the body of the injured patient tremble slightly and suddenly Harvey turns his head, shuddering slightly and trying to stand up.

"You know..." the Joker drawled again, prolonging the intrigue, until suddenly he noticed the terrible look of his interlocutor. Why is he looking so surprised? Oh, yes, the nurse's costume. In general, he liked it.

The Joker, or rather Tom, always liked to dress in women's suits. He felt to the bottom sometimes... more complete, or what? Yes, I suppose so, considering that it was only his mother who took care of Tom at the time.

He pulled back his fake red hair, trying to mess it up even more. Although it would seem that much more? They were already in a very sloppy state.

"...I don't want any hard feelings between us, Harvey, " the Joker curled his lips in disdain, slightly pinching his nose and frowning. "When my angel..." The Joker liked this savage look of Harvey, who was ready to tear anyone up for his favorite girls in the form of Blake and Rachel. But now that neither one, that is, Harvey, nor the other, that is, Bruce, has a favorite, how will they cope now?

How good it was that he had an angel of his own.

"Blake!" said Harvey loudly. The Joker grinned imperceptibly and raised his hands in the air, as if admitting the truth of the other person.

"...my angel was kidnapped ... " the Joker continued, taking great pleasure in Dent's anger. "...I didn't kidnap her. More precisely, I kidnapped her, but not to kill her. I'll do you a huge favor... My angel, or yours, or maybe Bruce's, Blake, is still alive. And I confess from the bottom of my heart, I'm being a gentleman to her," he saw Harvey's displeased face.

What doesn't he like? His niece is alive and well, she is happy to spend time with him, what is the problem?

"By the way, I didn't detonate those bombs," the Joker said quickly, as if trying to get off the subject, raising his hands again and licking his lips. To be honest, it was not pleasant for him to go without his favorite gloves.

It's terrible to look at your scars. They're so awful, Tom thought, suddenly breaking into the Joker's thoughts. Go away, Thomas! You're in the way! And didn't the Joker tell you that it's not exactly the right time to show up? Yes, and that very moment of obsession.

"These are your people. Your plan!" accused Harvey loudly, trying to rebel again, but the Joker only let out a nervous laugh, after which Det immediately stopped moving, froze with his eyes wide open.

"Do I look like someone who has a plan?" the Joker asked in an insistent tone, arching an eyebrow. He chuckled. However, suddenly, his eyes widened and he quickly jumped out of the chair, lowering his shoulders down and taking quick steps towards the door.

Harvey asked when the Joker was already out the door, but still not closing the door. The man just smiled reassuringly.

"My angel will miss you, I know, but I promise I'll beat the crap out of her and she'll be my wife," the Joker said unctuously, watching as Harvey's eyes began to grow larger. He tried to do something again and began to move quickly, trying to free himself and stand up. Suddenly, a door slammed. "Goodbye, Harvey-ee-ee," the Joker sang.

The man began to walk quickly towards the main exit. Now the fun begins. I wonder if the media will like this show? But he didn't want to think about it now. His biggest concern right now was his angel. Oh, how she must have missed him... Hungry and bored for sure. Well, he would help her.

And now we need to kill Harvey Dent.

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Imagine visiting Spellman Mortuary to make funeral arrangements. You realize the Spellman’s aren’t exactly normal and come to find out you’re more alike than you’d have ever thought.

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Standing outside of Baxter High, you await the arrival of one Sabrina Spellman. And in the dreary town of Greendale, she isn't all that hard to miss given she's always wearing something in the color of vibrant red.

When you finally spot her, she's arm in arm with her boyfriend Harvey Kinkle. They're talking to one another, laughing, and you almost feel bad when you step in their path. "Hi. Sorry to bother you guys, but can I have a moment of your time, Sabrina?"

The blonde girl grins and nods, and Harvey excuses himself with a smile after telling his girlfriend he'll wait for her inside. "So what can I help you with?" Sabrina then asks.

"Hi," you sheepishly mumble again. "Uh, my name is Y/N and I'm sorry to ambush you at school, but I have a question about Spellman Mortuary."

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"Do you guys take walk-ins? Or am I going to have to schedule an appointment? The hospital has been giving me the run-around and took forever to release my mother's body to me since I'm her last of kin, and I finally signed the papers last night. I need to make arrangements for her as soon as possible."

"I'm so sorry for your loss," Sabrina tells you. "And to be truthful, my aunts don't usually take walk-ins, but if you call and explain your situation I'm sure they'll make an exception for today after school."

"Yeah. I'll give them a call." Reaching into your back pocket, you pull free your cell. "Can you program the number?"

Sabrina smiles as she takes the phone, she then programming it. Once finished, she hands it back to you. "There you go. My aunts are usually reading the paper right about now, so you can call before classes start. Once again, I'm really sorry for your loss."

"Thank you." Sabrina takes her leave and you're left staring down at your phone. A minute passes, then two, and you finally tap on the number to dial.

Holding the phone to your ear, you listen as it rings on the other end before someone answers. "Spellman Mortuary. Hilda speaking."

"Hi, Hilda," you say. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I was wondering if there was a chance I could be penciled in for a visit today? You see, the thing is my mother passed last week. As I'm her only kin and not exactly an adult just quite yet, the hospital wouldn't release her body to me until last night and I need to make arrangements for her as soon as possible. And I might also be wondering if you guys have any payment arrangements?"

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You heave a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much Ms. Spellman. Now one last question, do you do pick-ups or should I find away to have my mother's body moved to your place?"

"Don't you worry about a thing, dear. All I need you to do is call the hospital as soon as we hang up and inform them we'll be picking up your mother. We'll take care of her and I'll see you after school."

"Sounds good. Once again, thank you so much."

"So precious," she coos. "I am deeply sorry for your loss. See you soon, dearie."

After hanging up with Hilda Spellman, you quickly make a phone call to the hospital to inform them that someone from Spellman Mortuary would be there sometime during the morning or afternoon to pick up your mother. They take note of it and the phone call ends just as the school’s first warning bell rings.

The day was going to be a long one.

After school you make the drive out to Spellman Mortuary. The Spellman's work out of their own home, which isn't too hard to find, and you park next to the cemetery. Climbing out, you then walk up the small pathway to their front porch. And there, sitting on the railing, is a dark skinned guy wearing a thin housecoat atop a purple shirt and even darker purple pants. He has a laptop balancing on one knee and when he spots you he smiles brightly as he lowers the lid of his computer.

"Well aren't you just a darling little witch."

You stumble to a halt, eyes wide. "How'd you know?"

His smile falters and his head tilts as he scrutinizes you. "What?"

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"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't!"

"Ambrose, please stop harassing our client." The guy's attention on you falters and you exhale, unaware you had been holding your breath. The rather beautiful red-headed woman who's delicately smoking a cigarette nods at you. "Come along, Miss Y/L/N. My sister Hilda has prepared some tea as we figure out the arrangements for your mother."

"Thank you, Miss Spellman." Your gaze darts back to the one who's apparently named Ambrose and he smiles at you before giving up and going back to whatever he was doing on his laptop. You finally climb up the porch stairs, flashing Ambrose a tight smile as you pass him.

The Spellman home is as old fashioned as you guessed it was just by it's appearance outside, but it's a beautiful home nonetheless. You're seated at the kitchen table and Hilda Spellman, a plump blonde woman, fusses over you as her sister Zelda goes through the nitty gritty details of the services for your mother before her burial and the burial itself. You answer any and all questions they have, and even get a bit personal with them as Hilda doles out the steaming tea. Through it all, you take a look around their kitchen and one of their shelving units catches your attention. Because while it seems normal, the jars and vials are corked and labeled in such a familiar manner that it has you wondering about the Spellman family.

"Now if you just sign here and here, you'll be done and Ambrose can get started on your mother right away."

You take the paper from Hilda and sign your name, you then passing it back gently. As she pushes your cup of tea back at you, you finish it off and set it gently back on the table. Then as you sit there gathering your thoughts, you realize you've been a little too calm given you've been speaking about your dead mother and going over the details of what was to happen to her body and organs.

The cup is pushed back in front of you, steaming with fresh tea. Without thought you pick it up.. and then pause as the rim of the cup touches your lips. Blowing gently on it, you take a moment to subtly inhale the tea's scent. And sure enough, you notice a subtle hint of ginger.

Ginger, plus all the labeled jars of ingredients that you know aren't used for cooking, can only mean one thing. Witch.

But seeing as they've not harmed you, and have only given you an apparent calming draught without your consent, you decide to not open that can of worms. At least not yet.

The following morning you awaken to the noise of glass and furniture breaking downstairs. The noise of destruction can only mean one thing and you scramble out of bed before you can be caught off guard once again. Just as you're pulling on your jeans, your bedroom door is exploded open. Debris hits you, even as you shield your face from the most of it, and you're thrown through the door of your closet by an unseen force.

Throwing your hands up in front of your face projects a shimmering shield, and energy blasts slam against it. You whimper in pain and watch as a red demon with black tribal markings all over his face and exposed flesh shimmers into existence only a few feet away from you. "Where's that wretched witch of a mother of yours?"

"Screw.. you."

The demon tuts at you before waving his hand at you and your shield falters. Hand still held out, he quickly squeezes his hand into a fist and every muscle in your body seizes. You scream and the demon holds you under his power for nearly a minute. "I won't ask again, little witch."

"She's.. gone. She's gone!"

The demon squeezes his hand into a fist yet again and twists his wrist to the side, and your blood boils. You're screaming again, thrashing on the floor of your closet as you feel liquid start oozing from your eyes, nose, ears, and the corners of your mouth. Eventually he lets up and your body sags against the floor in relief. "I will find her and when I do I will make her watch as I flay you alive before I do the same to her. After I devour the organs of you and your mother, it will add to my power." The demon chuckles and waves his hand over you, and the tibia's in both your legs snap. You're screaming in agony as he says, "Don't go anywhere."

He stomps out of your room and you're left alone sobbing. There's more furniture breaking and doors being exploded open as he scours your home for your mother. You told him she was gone, but you didn't clarify exactly what gone meant so you're hoping he's searching for something you know he'll never find.

As the demon wreaks more havoc around your home, you quickly get yourself under control. You don't have enough time to heal yourself, so you manage to scoot yourself over to the back corner of your closet and grab a hold of your emergency to-go bag. Then forcing yourself to concentrate, you mutter the words of a hastily put together spell and hope it works. "Trouble comes, trouble goes. I need a place to lay low. Hide me now, hide me fast, hide me before my time comes to pass."

The room around you starts to go hazy and you close your eyes to keep from puking up your guts. Moments later glass shatters and you hear several gasps, and your eyes fly back open.

"Y/N?"

The entire Spellman family, with the exception of Sabrina, is sitting around their kitchen table enjoying breakfast and the morning newspaper. Crap. Why the Fates decided Spellman Mortuary was the perfect place for you to lay low is a bit obvious, but you're not exactly in the mood to explain yourself to them. Too bad things never go your way.

"Before I start explaining," you huff, holding your upper body weight up with your hands seeing as you're bleeding out all over their floor because of your broken legs, "I need someone to go burn my mother's organs. Now!"

Ambrose scrambles up from his seat, and Zelda and Hilda are cautious as they stand. "What's going on?" Zelda demands.

"There's a d-demon after us. More so my mother than I," you tell them. "My mother was a powerful witch and the devouring of her organs can give any demon a power up."

"Blasphemy!" Zelda spits.

"Oh dear," Hilda tuts.

"Yeah. So can someone please go torch her organs and possibly give me a helping hand here? He, uh, he did quite the number on me."

As Ambrose flees the room, Hilda immediately moves towards her shelving unit and starts pulling down vials. Zelda walks over to you and crouches as best as she can in her skirt, she then gesturing to your legs. "What he'd do?"

You shrug. "Broke them so I wouldn't move. I guess he forgot that my family was great at making up spells on the spot and left me alone as he went ransacking the place."

"So you made up a spell to bring you here?" Her eyebrow raises in question.

"Not necessarily. I made up a spell to whisk me away to safety and left it up to the Fates to decide where to stash me. Apparently they thought that safe place was here. I'm sorry for intruding."

"Oh, Satan, no." Zelda's eyes widen as she mockingly swoons, though you're nearly a hundred percent sure she's not doing it in a mocking manner and is just that dramatic. "The Fates? You're not a-"

"Child of the Night? No," you gulp. "You have your Dark Lord and I have my many Goddesses. I don't look down my nose on those you worship, so I'd appreciate it if you can do the same for me."

"Of course, dearie. A witch is a witch after all," Hilda says, bringing over a cup of what smells like tea. She hastily kneels and shoves the cup into your hands. "Now drink up. I added a little spice to speed up the healing."

"Thank you."

As you're drinking, Hilda and Zelda give you a look-over. Ambrose comes back into the kitchen, hands shoved into the pockets of his pajama pants. He raises an eyebrow at you and squats at your side. "How did you know about us?"

"You're joking, right? If it weren't for the obvious witchy ingredients you have on display in plain sight, then the calming draught Hilda slipped into my tea when I was making arrangements for my mother was a dead giveaway." All eyes dart to Hilda and she sheepishly giggles. "Now if someone can please help me to a sofa, I need to concentrate on healing so I can get our of your hair and go ward my home from anymore demonic assholes breaking and entering."

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