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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Broken Glass On The Floor - Joker X GN Reader

Title: Broken Glass On The Floor

Joker X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Batman (Mentioned)

Requested by @getmesomethingreal!

WC: 2,592

Warnings: Fighting (verbal), angry J, J doesn't like feelings, J also hates being wrong, death mentioned, the ending of TDK mentioned, J's in love and he hates it, anxiety, hurt/comfort, angst, and a fluffy ending

You hummed a soft tune as you adjusted the beautiful bouquet of flowers into your favorite vase. The vase was a tall one, with lovely shades of blues and greens to complement the pale yellow roses that sat inside perfectly. It sat in front of your window overlooking the small garden behind your home. A few pots of sunflowers and irises were scattered throughout, giving off a relaxing scent. It felt perfect for the springtime season. The vase was your most prized possession, it was the first item you bought when you got your first apartment, and it had been with you for years ever since; plus, you greatly admired the way the blue and green swirled and contrasted against each other. You smiled at the memory as you put away the remaining flowers, turning to see Joker enter your home from the back door, slamming it shut.

Your smile dropped, watching as the Crown Prince of Crime stalked angrily to his office, completely ignoring you, slamming the door shut. Your shoulders drooped, biting your bottom lip as you wondered what happened while he was out. You wanted to do something for J, to make him feel better, so you wandered over to his office door. You paused at the door, letting out a small breath before you knocked. Now, you weren't scared of J, you never would be, J never turned his anger toward you so you didn't hesitate in helping him when he was angry. Normally when he did come home angry, you'd let him calm down a bit and ask him if he needed anything, or even, rarely, you'd hug him. Even though he normally didn't hug back, you felt like it helped him; to an extent.

You slowly opened the door, spotting J sitting hunched over at his desk, hands in his hair; the dim light made the room a little eerie but you ventured in nonetheless. You hated seeing J so upset, you loved him, so you wanted to help him in some way. "J?" You softly, not wanting to startle him. His head whipped up, his eyes dark as he glared at you, slightly startling you but you continued, "Was it the Batman again?"

Joker practically growled as he dropped his hands and clenched his fists, "Are you trying to mock me?" He asked through gritted teeth as he drew out his words, voice rough and laced with anger.

You frowned, "No, I'm not, J." You said, walking slowly to him. "I'm just worried about you. If you need anything, or if there's something wrong, you can talk to me-"

"I don't need your help. In fa-ct," He licked his lips slowly, "I don't need you." Joker interrupted, standing abruptly as you bit your lip to try and hold in your tears of confusion and rejection.

“You… You don’t need me?” You asked softly, voice breaking slightly before J pushed past you and out of the office.

You turned, following, your heart hammering in your chest and eyes widening as J stormed back over to the back door, backhanding your precious vase off the windowsill, causing it to shatter on the ground below. J then left the house, leaving you all alone again. You stood frozen where you stood in the hall, staring dumbly at the shattered pieces of glass and petals in front of you. You couldn't believe what just happened. Tears pricked your eyes as you sank to the ground, burying your face in your hands. This isn’t fair... You thought, tears spilling down your cheeks as you sobbed quietly, mourning over your now broken vase.

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J didn't come back for the next couple of days, probably staying over at that abandoned warehouse, and you were actually glad he wasn't home. You didn't want to see him. Even though he broke your treasured vase, you still loved him. You would never stop loving him.

You sighed, staring blankly in your bed, unconsciously cuddling J's pillow to your chest, curled up into a ball as you replayed over and over your vase falling to the floor. You sniffled, tears stinging your eyes once more. “I can’t believe he broke my vase…” You mumbled to yourself sadly. “I really loved that vase...” You trailed off, sighing sadly once more. J had never done anything like that before, yeah, sometimes he let out his anger, but he never broke things.

Sitting up, you sit back against the headboard of your bed, lazily grabbing the tv remote and turning it on; maybe your favorite show or movies are on. Flipping through channels, you stopped at the news when you saw a glimpse of your Joker on the screen. You watched as police helicopters recorded Batman dropping J off the high skyscraper, before catching him with some device and just letting him hang there. You felt as if your heart fell to the pit of your stomach. J almost died. He was caught by Batman, his plans were foiled, that was why he was so upset.

You shook your head, that was no excuse for J to snap at you and break your vase. You sighed again, feeling defeated. You didn't know what you should do or what to think. What you did know was that you still didn't want to see him, no matter how much you missed him.

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The next day, J finally came home. His gloved hand holding a piece of paper, he went straight to his office. Dropping the paper on his desk, he exited and looked around the living room, not seeing you anywhere. The room was deathly quiet except for the sound of the occasional car driving down the neighborhood road. You didn't even have the radio playing. J narrowed his eyes in thought, normally when he came home you were doing something in the main room, reading, cleaning, watching tv, dancing even, humming while you put those flowers away in that dumb vase of yours... J turned his head to where the vase had been, the windowsill was empty and the wooden floor underneath was clean. J didn't mean to break your vase, he was just blinded by his fury and the vase was just there. Batman had ruined his plans and destroyed everything he worked so hard for... He was just so angry he needed to do something.

But J would never hurt you. Never. You were his and only his. Though he would never admit this out loud to you, and it bothered him just thinking about it, he cared about you, enough to probably call it love, but J hated that word. And he knew you loved him too, since you told him all the time. But, he hated how weak it made him feel, he hated how weak you made him feel. It was disgusting. It made him feel terrible, he'd get this weird icky feeling in his stomach around you, and his heart would hammer in his chest from just you smiling at him. Disgusting. Though the thought of you with someone else made his blood boil, he wouldn't let anyone else touch you, he wouldn't let them get close. You were his. Only his and no one else’s.

So, where were you?

J wandered around the home, slowly, his defense up just in case, J checked each room, before stopping at the bedroom. The door was closed and J tilted his head to the side as he stared at the dark oak door. It was usually open during the day, so why was it closed? J licked the scars on the inside of his cheek, glaring at the door as he heard a tv playing on the other side. You were there. Normally, J would just enter the room, but when J tried to turn the door handle, it wouldn't budge. Locked? He thought, staring at the door a little bit longer before heading back to his office.

A few hours later, heading to the bathroom, J passed you in the hallway. Stopping he turned and watched as you ignored him, making your way down the hall and to the kitchen. J continued to stare as your body turned the corner, confused, before he continued to the bathroom.

A couple hours later, J couldn't find you again, and you weren't in your room, his mind racing as to where you could've been before he found a Post-It on the fridge . At least you told him you were at the store. He'd have to send a goon or two to watch over you.

And only later, when you came back and were reading in your favorite chair and he had entered the living room, only then did Joker realize that you were actively avoiding him as you got up from your chair and left the room, almost as quickly as he entered.

Now, Joker hated being wrong, being stubborn, but what he hated more was you ignoring him. After spending so long getting used to your presence after all these years, you were always with a hand on his arm or doing some sort of physical contact, only to now be ignoring him... It was irritating. He hated it. It made his skin itch. No matter how much he hated it, he knew he had to do something to try and get you to talk to him again; look at him again. He was becoming restless. Obsessed with the thought of you as he thought up a plan. So, J did what J thought was best, went out into the Gotham streets.

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You sat in your chair, a few hours since J had left again, and you let out a sad sigh. You had been finding it harder and harder to distance yourself from J, but you had to do it. You hoped he'd understand that you were angry and that you were hurting because of him. You did want nothing more than for him to apologize, but you didn't want him to make an attempt to comfort you if he didn't actually mean it, you didn't really care anymore. You knew deep down under that hard exterior, under the mask, J loved you. You knew it. That was all you could ask for.

You sighed, watching the sun begin to set over the horizon, turning the sky a pinky-blue. You wanted J to come back and hold you and kiss you... And tell you that you were his, something you took as his way of showing that he loved you; along with his very actions alone, the way he held you told you everything. You didn't want an apology, all you wanted now was for your Joker to come home and for things to get back to normal.

As the minutes passed and your eyes began to droop, you heard the back door open. Opening your tired eyes, you slowly blinked, your neck straining as you sat up in your chair after falling asleep oddly on it. Looking over at the back door, J stood there, watching you. You felt your stomach flutter softly at just the sight of him, you were happy he was back. You both said nothing as you adjusted awkwardly in your seat, pushing your legs out from under you as you stood, eyes raking over him as you looked at his overall appearance. His hair was all over the place and the grease paint on his face was cracked and slightly smeared. Looking closer, it seemed that he was holding something, his arms up in an odd way that looked like he was crossing his arms; dare-say like he was holding a baby.

You watched as J slowly walked over, stopping before you as you looked up at him with a small frown. You stared at him as he did the same to you, silently asking him to speak up first, along with asking him where he had been. With no answer, suddenly, J opened his arms slightly, revealing a small gray kitten with little black stripes and bright blue eyes. You gasped lightly, staring at the baby cat in his arms as the kitten meowed; looking up at J, you could tell he was uncomfortable with the little animal on him, so you took the cat into yours. The kitten meows again as you hold it to your chest, feeling the kitten nuzzle its head against you. You couldn't help but smile down at the little one, before looking up at Joker, who just stared at you and the feline in your arms.

"J..." You whispered out, tears forming in your eyes as you tried to push them down, only for J to let out a gruff hum in return, reaching his finger up to gently poke the kitten on the head, as if he was trying to pet it. It was adorable. You then looked down at the kitten, your mind racing with different name ideas as you thought about all the things you now needed to get, like cat food, a fluffy bed, treats, toys, a food dispenser, and maybe even a cool cat tree. You looked back up at J, a small shy smile growing on your face, "Thank you." You went on the tip of your toes to press a soft kiss onto his lips, your cheeks flushing as his hands immediately reached to your sides, pulling you flush against him, one hand going behind your back and one hand weaving through your hair as he possessively kissed your soft lips. Your eyes slid shut as you melted against him, kissing back as passionately as he kissed you. As the kiss slowly died down, you let out a small laugh, J's finger coming up to brush against your bottom lip, smearing the red grease paint that transferred there.

You hummed happily before hearing the kitten meow, looking down, you scooted the kitten to one arm, the kitten's tiny claws digging into your sweater lightly as you grabbed J's arm with your free hand.

"Let's go to bed. I'm going to make the baby's bed and find him some food." You spoke, your voice mimicking a child's as you merged to talk to the kitten, "Yes, you are so cute, the cutest of cutes. Who wuvs you, I wuv you!"

As J watched you from the doorway of the bedroom, he placed a hand over his heart, rubbing the purple suit slightly as he felt the faint rapid beating of his heart. His eyes almost softened as he continued to watch you interact with the kitten, seeing that smile on your face, the red grease paint still on your lips, he wished you would keep that paint there forever, showing that you were his. J swore he would protect you from anything and everything, not even Batman could get close to you. Mine, mine, mine, mine. With those words echoing in his head, he entered the bedroom, getting rid of the grease paint on his face before joining you on the bed, and taking you in his arms. You smiled as J buried his now clean face in the crook of your neck.

"I love you." You mumbled, your hand going behind you to brush your fingertips against his cheek briefly as your eyes began to drift close, sleep beginning to take over.

J kept his eyes shut as he felt your breathing slow into a soothing, peaceful pace before he opened his mouth only to close it a moment later; pulling you closer into his chest.

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daddy-issues-99 · 1 year

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Joker x Abandoned Batkid

Gender neutral reader, strictly fluff

1.5k words

You missed your old bed, the one at Wayne Manor, it was warm and coxy and, most important: Safe. You missed it there but you didn't miss the person you shared the house with.

At first Bruce seemed like an amazing person, courageous, protective and generous enough to take you under his wing, both literally and figuratively. He made you into a smaller version of him, or at least tried to. You weren't prefect, far from it but you could get the job done, but not without some scrapes, you still have a scar from your first mission, a small cut on your lower lip where your mask couldn't protect you. You didn't mind it though, you thought it made you look cooler but it did come with a price of being recognized by people you've fought.

Bruce always pointed it out during training saying that ‘that’s what happens when you let your guard down’. It got annoying after a while. In fact everything seemed to get more irritating and hurtful the longer you stayed in the Manor. He got stricter with the training and missions, treating you more as an obstacle in the way of victory rather than the sidekick you were. The once constructive criticism turned to insults. The gentle pats of the back turned to shoves and hits.

The final straw was on a mission trying to capture the Joker. You were chasing after him through one of his many warehouses when he took a small explosive out of his pocket and threw it back towards you. You jumped out of the way as quick as possible barley escaping the blast and hitting your head hard against the concrete pillar letting the Joker escape once again.

You looked up to see Bruce standing over you with a furious expression on his face. You quickly pulled yourself up from the ground “Bruce, I’m sorry, he threw a grenade at me and-” “I don't need your excuses!” “I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean for this to-” “Would you just shut up for once in your life you little bitch!” He said as he punched you in the face full force. You stumbled back falling into the pillar falling back down to the floor hearing muffled curses coming from Bruce. You looked at you hand that was covered in blood that was slowly running down your face and onto your suit.

“Why cant you do anything right?” He asked angrily. You didn't even respond you just stumbled to your feet and ran out of the warehouse. You hadn't talked to Bruce sense.

That's how you ended up here, walking around the streets of Gotham looking for a place to stay and some unsuspecting victim to mug. You walked for a while longer until you came to a familiar warehouse, ‘seemed like a good place to spend the night’, you thought to your self. You knew the layout so you knew the most secluded places to hide away for the night. There weren't any lights that you could see so you walked up the stairs to find an empty supply closet you could call your bedroom for the night.

You started to hear noises on the floor above you, it sounded like talking. Realizing your analysis of no one being in the building was wrong you slowly tried creeping back down the stairs not wanting any trouble tonight but you were caught off guard when you felt someone grab you from behind. He was much bigger than you and there was no way you could fight him off. He called for a few more men to come over and help carry you up to where the talking was coming from.

The man carried you up the stair as you still tried to kick your was out of his grasp. He grabbed an old chair and held you down so the other men could tie your hands and feet to the chair. It took them a few minutes to finally hold you still enough to tie you up.

You still continued to struggle against the ropes as the men stood there laughing at your struggle. They went quiet suddenly when they heard someone coming up the stairs, you followed their gaze to see an all to familiar face turn the corner. You locked eyes instantly and regretted ever looking up. “Well well, who do we have here?” He said kneeling down to get a good look at you. He soon noticed a familiar gash on your lower lip. “Ah, your the Batman's little sidekick aren't you?” You didn't respond just quickly glanced up at him and the men behind him. He noticed your glance to the group of men behind the two of you.

“Our guest seems a little shy, I think some one on one time is best” He stood up and ushered the men out of the room. The door closed with a click and he kneeled down once more to be at eye level with you. “So, where's the Man?” You simply shrugged still looking at the floor. “Why should I care?” You said bluntly.

He simply nodded “You and the dark Knight not on the best of terms?” He asked licking his lips. You didn't respond but that was all the answer he needed. He simply sighed and stood up. You looked up to see him pulled out a switchblade from his jacket pocket. You instantly stiffened showing your nervousness, leaning back in the chair trying to get away. He walked over to you and you shut your eyes tight as if trying to avoid your fait. “Relax kid” You opened one eye to see him go behind you and start cutting the ropes. You hands soon fell free and he cut the ropes at your feet. You instantly shot up stumbling over the chair behind you sending you to the floor.

You pushed yourself away until you were cornered up against the wall. You looked up at the Joker unable to hide your fear at this point, he just looked down at you waiting for your next move. He lifted his arm and you instantly moved your arms to cover your face trying to avoid any attack. “What happened to you kid?” He said simply putting his blade back in his pocket. “The first time we met you were so eager to win the battle but now your just the shell of that kid.” You stayed silent. “Batsy isn't the best mentor is he?” He asked looking down at you with a sympathetic look.

You looked up at his seeing his expression and were unable to hold in a sob. A tear rolled down your face as you tried to bring your legs to your chest trying to make yourself seem smaller. He looked down at you realizing how bad you actually had it working with the Batman. He sighed, kneeling down and extending his hand. You looked up tears still streaming down your face. “You know, Batman isn't the only one in need of a side kick.” You tilted your head in confusion “Look, its tough doing the job I do but there is room for some extra help around. Ill make you a deal. You can come and work with me by my side, Ill take you under my wing and give you what you need. If you don't like it and want to leave I wont stop you. Deal?” He said extending his hand further “Come on, what do you have to loose?”

You quickly wiped the tears off your cheek and grabbed his hand as he helped you off the ground. He pulled you close draping his arm over your shoulder, you surprisingly felt comfortable. Who knew being this close to the Joker would feel safe? You leaned in to his embrace as you waled down the stairs and into a nice car parked at the back of the warehouse. One of the men opened the door for the both of you giving a confused look but hid it when the Joker gave him a look.

You climbed into the back seat with him and you were off. You still could believe that you were in the Jokers car, was this a trick, will he hurt me? You were pulled from your thoughts when you were handed a bottle of water, “Relax kid” he placed the water in your lap “Your safe with me” He said playfully ruffling your hair. You smiled, who knew the person you’d feel safe around was the person you were trying to catch. You rested you head on his shoulder and he put his arm around you “Tired?” You nodded “You got around an hour before we get to our destination, take a cat nap.” He said patting your shoulder. You slowly began to drift off to sleep with a single thought in your head ‘I am safe’.

#heath ledger #joker #the dark knight #heath ledger joker #batman #batkid #bat girl #joker x reader #joker x y/n #gn #dc #joker fanfiction

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likesofsue · 1 year

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- Masterlist -

Welcome to my masterlist! Here you can find all my written pieces. At the moment I will only write for Eddie Munson. English is not my native language, so I apologize for possible mistakes. Thank you for reading ♡

!PLEASE READ WARNINGS WITHIN!

@jslittlebirdie - my main blog (self shipping and writing for Heath Ledger's Joker)

@sues-photography - photography side blog

Drabbles

Eddie helps you braid your hair.

Eddie lets lets you cuddle him when you are tired.

Your Light At The End Of The Tunnel - Eddie has seen enough of how burned out you are and decides to take you to the trailer so he and Uncle Wayne can take care of you. - personalized piece but still Eddie x gn!reader

Eddie picks you up after a long and exhausting day at work. - personalized piece but still Eddie x gn!reader

The Sam to your Frodo - Eddie comforts you when you can no longer hide your pent-up feelings.

Headcanons

Eddie doesn't like to eat vegetables until he tries your cooked meals.

Eddie gets sunburned quickly and you put sunscreen on him.

Taglist

If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my taglist, feel free to send me an ask. I would be more than happy ♡

@these-written-reveries @alittlesmartcookie

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darklylucid · 1 year

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For The Love Of Duality...

So...I was doing some (early) Spring cleaning in the computer room and found an old shoebox filled with a veritable tangle of miscellaneous cables, two dusty modems, a broken gaming mouse and one CD-R curiously labeled, ‘Pics & Docs 2008’.

Back in 2008, I wrote a rather eclectic collection of what I call ‘fic bits’ that basically read like excerpts from completed stories from both the Marvel and DC comics universe, ‘Halloween’, ‘Friday The 13th’, and even one from the 1990 Liam Neeson film ‘Darkman’.

Now, I’ve loved Heath Ledger’s Joker from the 2008 film ‘The Dark Knight’ from the moment I saw him (despite not having much of a love for ‘clowns’), but when you combine that with my long-standing love for another of DC comic’s most iconic villains, Two-Face, and my strong ‘Polyamorous inclinations’, is it any wonder that I came up with one hell of a sexy thought involving the two of them?

Cheerfully posted for the love of sexy murder men and because I *knew* @frenzy-b would appreciate it, here’s something I wrote way back in 2008.

Enjoy!

Warning - slightly NSFW Heath Ledger Joker x Two-Face x GN reader content under the cut, slight fear play, knife play...

You're in the middle of a huge bed covered in expensive black silk sheets and you're sitting in Harv's lap, your legs wrapped around his waist with your hands fisted in the collar of his shirt and he's kissing you so hard, so ruthlessly you're convinced your mouth's going to be bruised in the morning.

For a moment you forget that there's someone else on the bed besides you and 'Big Bad Harv', but when you feel the ice cold edge of a knife blade edge delicately up your spine, you can't help but jump, break the kiss and let out a frightened gasp.

You'd nearly forgotten he was there, kneeling on the bed behind you because he's so damned quiet, and you shiver when that cold blade comes to rest at the nape of your neck, just pressing lightly against your sensitive skin.

To be honest, you're DAMN afraid to turn your head and look behind you. You've always been afraid of clowns, ‘Coulrophobia’ your psych called it, and the Joker, well, he makes himself up like a clown to scare people on purpose. That’s why it took so damn long to convince him to come ‘au natural’ tonight...he’s frightening already, and you had made it very, VERY clear that if he wanted in, he’d either come sans makeup, or he could stay the hell away from you.

However, neither of you had even considered thinking of placing restrictions on ‘toys’, so when you press your face into Harv's shoulder and literally cling to his shirt, simply needing the reassurance that he’s not going to let anything bad happen to you like he promised, you can feel the tension rise in the room.

You hear the Joker licking his lips, running his tongue along the scars along the inside of his cheeks, a habit of his you're almost ashamed to admit is a little kinky, and you hold your breath when you hear Harv give a low threatening growl. You've heard that noise before, and it’s not hard to imagine that every time he's made it, he's killed someone who’s pissed him off.

You can feel his body tensing and his body start to shift when the knife suddenly slides down your neck, around to the front of your body and the flat part of the blade caresses gently down your side, and you don't have even a moment to think before you’re letting out a low breathy moan and unexpectedly arching your back in pleasure.

You open your eyes to see Harv alternating between giving you a confused look and the man behind you one that promises a slow, painful death if he makes one wrong move. Harv's got a temper on him, and you KNOW that if you don't do something fast, there's gonna be one hell of a bloody mess to clean up later.

Taking a slow shaky breath, you reach up, cup your trembling hand against the ruined side of Harv's face and force him to look only at you. "I...I liked it..." you manage to gasp out, shivering slightly as the Joker takes a little initiative and begins trailing the fingertips of his gloved hand against your other side, goosebumps erupting all over your body as a wave of chills moves through you.

For a moment, you can actually see a war waging in his eyes. On one side, the unblemished side, you see Harvey peering out at you, concerned, worried and hesitant, but only for a moment. With a fluidity and swiftness that frightens you, Harvey's suddenly gone, and in his place Harv slowly forms a wolfish grin and chuckles darkly.

"I always knew you were a kinky bitch" he rasps lowly, his face twisting into a horrible parody of a smile before he's kissing you again, and this time he holds you still when you writhe against him as the Joker begins a thorough exploration of your vulnerable, exposed back with the pocket knife he always seems to be playing with.

It's only when your lungs start screaming for air that you're forced to fight against him, clawing at his chest and leaving scarlet nail marks that he relents, allowing you to slump against him, gasping and twitching. You feel the Joker shifting around on the bed behind you, and you moan low in your throat when he reaches forward, places his hands on your shoulders and slowly begins pulling you backwards towards him.

You're surprised and even a little shocked, he's never allowed you to even so much as touch him before, and now he's encouraging you to do just that. Not wanting to make him think that you're ungrateful, you relax and allow him to pull you against him until your back is pressed against his chest, and, feeling a little brave, you tilt your head back and to the side and press your cheek against his shoulder.

At first, unlike Harv, who smells like expensive aftershave, cologne, cigar smoke and gun powder, all you can smell is the residue of the makeup he removed earlier, the lingering, mingled aromas of white face paint, cherry red lipstick and black eyeliner.

However, when you close your eyes, tilt you head up a little higher and inhale deeply with your nose pressed close against his bare skin, only then do you catch the scent of the real him, something reminiscent of an open dirt road in the summer, dry, dusty and earthy, and you like it. If Harv is refined, Joker’s wild, and you’ve always been a fan of contrasts.

'He's gone this far...how far will he let ME go?' you wonder just before you flick out the tip of your tongue and taste him, and another chill runs down your spine when he lets out a surprised laugh.

Opening your eyes you notice that Harv's still grinning at you, and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when he begins stripping his shirt off, taking his time and undoing each button slowly, and with every inch of skin that he reveals you can feel yourself getting hotter...wetter.

Unlike Joker, who's not about brawn so much as brains, Harv's definitely got the edge in physical strength, and your fingers twitch with the need to run your hands over the newly exposed expanse of smooth lean muscle, but the instant you try to move away from Joker, it's the knife blade suddenly at your throat that stops you, freezes you in place.

AND...that’s all I wrote of it.

I’m such a tease, aren’t I?

#DC comics #Heath Ledger Joker #Two-Face x reader #Joker x reader #Two-Face x Joker x reader

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nofoundboy · 2 years

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HELLO THERE 👀

Masterlist

Ao3

(in ao3 I just work with my ships)

First:

I write only for male/nonbinary/gender non conforming readers. Transfem readers are welcome too if they want representation.

All the hcs and imagines and stuff are female and as a trans dude myself, I want to write for the ones who struggle to find things with male/gn pronouns.

If you're female I can't stop you to interact here but please, don't be disrespectful. This profile is a safe space for all the LGBTIQ+

Requests are: OPEN

Current Requests: 5

Kiss Prompt thing

Who I write for:

Slashers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Michael Myers

RZ Michael Myers

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Billy Lenz

Poly Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Mickey Altieri

Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

Jesse Chromeans (Chromeskull)

Leslie Vernon

Billy Chapman

Kurt Kunkle

Josef (Creep)

Pennywise (2017 version)

Norman Bates

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Martin (1977)

Ash Williams (I know he's not an slasher stfu)

Star Wars

Obi-wan Kenobi

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Lando Carlisian

Qui-Gon Jinn

Rey

Jynn Erso

Marvel

Peter Parker (any version)

Stephen Strange/Dr Strange

Otto Octavius

Arthur Harrow

Khonshu

Bucky Barnes

Pietro Maximoff (any version)

Loki

Sylvie

Mantis

Deadpool

Joker/Arthur Fleck

Joker (Heath Ledger)

Jerome Valeska

Edward Nygma/Nashton (any version)

Oswald Cobblepot (any version)

Jonathan Crane

Abner Krill (Polka Dot Man)

Harley Quinn

Barry Allen (Ezra Miller's, I didn't watch the show)

Ratcatcher 2

Bruce Wayne/Batman (any version)

Clark Kent/Superman (any version except Smallville one)

Other characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Eddie Munson

Beetlejuice

Dewey Riley

Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman

Hutch Mansell

Dewey Finn

Tommy Bomowski (Coach Boomer)

Jareth The Goblin King

Abe Sapiens

Jason Dean

Robert Van Helsing

Dennis Rafkin

Ships I write for

Zsaszmask

Vigilmaker

Nygmobblepot

Octogoblin

Lokius

Stuilly

Batjokes

Harlivy

Stucky

Jinnobi

Sambucky

Harkrill

Danbert

Spideypool

Josef x Aaron

Josef x Sara

What I write

Headcanons

One-shots

Fluff

Angst

Nsfw

What I don't write

Full fics (only one-shots and headcanons)

Incest

Omegaverse

P3d0phil14

Any bathroom kink.

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montimer · 11 months

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can i request a tdk joker and how he would react to a reader who was kidnapped by a enemy, or batman, or something like that. and how he would react to the reader being severely injured from it (like maybe they end up in a coma or something). (but the reader survives) 💞💕

Sure!

Reader getting kidnapped

Tdk Joker x gn reader

Warnings: mention of death(of others) + injured reader,

Hes suprised when he doesn't find you home this late.

Then he founds a letter 'We took y/n,pay up or see the consequence. It won't be nice'

He is outraged. Anyone that gets his way,he will kill them. Hes too angry to deal w/ their shit

He would send his best people to find you,also he will find you himself

After saving you. And ending the kidnappers life not so nicely

His heart hurts to see you,in blood,beaten up. He swears you won't get hurt like this again. You can see in his eyes,like he is about to cry. He won't. But almost.

His voice is so soft while talking to you. Telling you it's gonna be okay. That he will save what's his.

He will patch you up. Help you shower. Anything. He will bring you anything you need.

He will shower ur face w/ kisses. Give you big hugs. Sloppy kisses to ur forehead.

He will come home to you more often. Tell his hench mans to keep an eye on you,and if anything bad happens to his Y/n he won't forgive them.

He will keep you safe.

#heath ledger joker x reader #the dark knight joker #tdk joker x reader #heath ledger joker x gn reader #ledger joker x reader #heath ledger #ledger!joker x reader #ledger joker #heath ledger joker #tdk joker

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Strange - Joker X GN Reader

Title: Strange

Joker X GN Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

Requested by Anon (Thank you for requesting! this was a cute one to write, I hope you like it!)

WC: 1,177

Warnings: Reader gets lonely, J doesn't like feelings but J likes you, knives mentioned, J trying to be threatening, possessive J, slight angst, and fluff

The night was young. The soft sounds of the city could be heard throughout the quietness of your room. You continued to flip through your magazine, shuffling deeper into your bed, head resting on your soft pillow as you read something about the top ten trending hot topics. Halfway through the article, you began to get antsy, shutting the magazine. You let out a tired sigh, tilting your head back to look at the ceiling. You stared at the ceiling fan, spinning round and round as you just sat there. Looking beside you, you brushed your fingers over the cold side of the blanket; a deep purple, almost royal. It reminded you of him. You looked over at your door, slightly ajar.

You felt an immense feeling of loneliness sweep over you. It was strange that it came with such ease. J was still in his office, working on some plan to terrify and terrorize the entire city of Gotham. You sighed again before pulling yourself from your bed and walking over to your door. Pushing it open you slid your tired feet across the hall, being careful not to actually slip against the hardwood floors as you gracefully headed to J's office.

Your hand hovered above the handle, hesitating for a moment. J hated to be disturbed when he was working, but you wanted to see him, you needed to see him. Turning the handle, you slowly slid the door open, peeking your head inside. J was hunched over his desk, scribbling down something as he worked. His desk was dirty, covered with piles of papers, maps, and even one of his knives just haphazardly tossed around. J didn't look up as you wandered over, hands clasped behind your back as you walked around his desk, peering down at his work as you stood beside him while rocking on the balls of your feet.

Your hands were itching to touch him, it had been hours since he came home and shut himself in the office, and you wanted to cuddle with your Joker. "Hey," You said quietly as you leaned down and kissed him on the cheek; hopefully not getting any of his grease paint on you. J only grumbled, giving you a glare with his dark chocolate eyes before he resumed his writing. You bit your lip before you threw caution to the wind and grabbed J's free arm, lifting it up as you ducked under; sitting down on his lap. J growled, almost threateningly, before you let yourself get settled, wrapping your arms around his neck. His free arm looped around your waist, holding onto you tightly; possessively.

You snuggled closer to him, the smell of gasoline, gunpowder, and grease paint; It calmed you down and made you feel safe. You smiled softly as you sighed, the tips of your fingers running through his slightly greasy hair. "You need a shower, J… And new dye." You commented only to get a low hum from J as he concentrated on the notes and maps on the table before him. His fingers tapped against your waist, beating to an unknown rhythm as he worked. Oh, how you wished you could see into that brilliant mind of his. To see the inner workings, and find out what he was really thinking. You shook your head lightly before nuzzling into his cheek, inhaling deeply; enjoying the smell of smoke.

His eyes flicked away from his notes momentarily, "You got somethin’ on your face, doll.” He mumbled deeply, before going back to his work.

You sighed, leaning closer to him, closing your eyes. "Don't care, just want to be close to you."

J clicked this tongue to the roof of his mouth, "Well, aren't I lucky." He trailed off almost sarcastically, but you knew he felt differently as the arm around you gently tightened.

You grinned softly, your chest and cheeks feeling warm before leaning back further, your legs draped over J's. "I missed you…" You mumbled, your lips brushing against his shoulder, the material of his green vest scratching against your lips. Your voice sounded so small, like a child's. J grumbled, going back to his work, scribbling more nonsense down on a piece of paper fiercely. You sat there, your cheek resting on his shoulder as you shut your eyes; sleep slowly, peacefully overtaking you entirely.

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J let out a small sigh, dropping his pencil on his desk as he looked down at you. Asleep in his arms. He felt his heart skip a beat as you shifted slightly in his arms. His fingers reached on their own accord, gently tracing your flushed cheek, watching as your eyelashes fanned over your cheeks; ticklish and fluttering. He scowled deeply, pulling his hand away. He hated the way you made him feel. Hated the way you got under his skin. How easily you could make him melt with just a look or whisper of your voice. Hated how he had no control over himself when you were around him. But most of all, J despised how much he cared about you. He felt weak.

He wasn't going to leave you though. You were his. No one else's. Ever. J gently moved his arm underneath you, scooping you into his arms bridal style before heading for the bedroom. You stirred briefly in his grasp but stayed asleep. The corner of his lips quirked up, eyeing the sight of his white grease paint on your lips and your nose. His eyes glinted mischievously, he'd wait until the morning to say anything.

Setting you down on the bed, more like tossing, you somehow stayed asleep as J grabbed the blanket and tossed it over you, making sure you were covered. J watched as you softly snored, turning in your sleep to his side of the bed unconsciously. J sighed, heading to the bathroom; shutting the door as he showered and washed off all the grim of the day away. Only fifteen minutes later did he emerge from the bathroom, hair dripping and a small towel around his neck. His purple t-shirt clung to his chest slightly as he tossed the covers open on his side, getting in bed beside you.

J laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he quickly felt you slide closer. Your arm wrapped around his waist, one of your legs hooking onto his waist as you practically laid on top of him. J pursed his lips, his tongue running along the scar lines in his mouth as he thought, before, like he usually did, wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. His breath hitched a little as your hair tickled his chin, smelling strongly of strawberry shampoo. J nudged your head up with his nose before pressing a big wet kiss to your forehead. “Mine.” He grumbled lowly, staring down at you as you mumbled and smiled in your sleep, cuddling further into him. J felt that strange warm feeling wash over him again, filling every empty space he never knew existed.

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