#hl!joker

[mcnoliap]

On 6th June, this guy was born to cause chaos.

Happy Birthday, Amnus Mephisto ✨

[manticorecure]

ever since zam brought up the possibility of solarflare teaming in s7 i havent been able to get them out of my head again. PLEASEEEEEE COME ON IT WOULD BE PEAK. DO IT FOR ME. PLEASE. IF FOR NO ONE ELSE FOR ME PLEASEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

so anyway these are my current pretend s7 designs . if i cant have s7 devotions i WILL manifest purple/red solarflare i swear. my design rationale will go under the cut bc its too long for notes ^_^

the rationale for me giving zam a purple outfit was because 1) red/purple pairings are like. actually just iconic on ls and I NEED MORE SOLARFLARE CONTENT I NEED THEM I NEED THEM and also. 2) zam has had a history of wearing purple at particularly impactful moments of her life- see eclipsefed, void ponies, gay joker, and she has a lot of purple people in her life who have particularly changed her mindset in s6 specifically: subz and wemmbu i think are the first to pop into mind for me, but vi too, and arguably ro is also purple but she hasnt been a big s6 change i just miss s4. i feel like itd fit s7 zam well, if she decides to follow the change of heart her s6 self has just had to go back to purple and show that shes once again rediscovering the paths she wants to take. that miiiight just be me tho. id originally wanted to go with blue to match her realm design more closely but then i remembered her first realm appearance was ALSO in purple... sooooo....

also the flowers in zams hair are forget-me-nots and the purple i picked is deliberately very close to my ro design. i figure i should mention that ^_^

there isnt really much thinking that went into flames fit if im TBH. i just wanted to make him sexy because i like men. my princess gets all the analysis knowledge i got from hl english and flame gets the typical gooner gacha game treatment

[callmegaith]

I want to know more about your rebels. From the art I've seen, they look very interesting. Tell me more!

ANON 😭😭 THATS SO SWEET OF YOU THANK U SM!!

Well, there are 4 characters that make up a squad. You have:

Pete:

The muscle of the group. He's a hot-head with a shotgun. Pete is the character I use to explore the world of HL the most, since he's the one character I can truly call an oc. He used to be a bit of a scardy cat growing up but when the war happened, being isolated and removed from his family and being forced to work for the combine, his fear turned to anger, and he's got A LOT of it. A bit too much, in fact. The moment they put a gun in his hands and he's had a little bit of that power trip taste, it was over. He no longer had a reason to feel helpless and be scared of the combine, now with his trusty shotgun, he could get up close and personal and make them go bye bye, which he probably likes an unhealthy amount. In his head, though, he thinks it's fine. He's fighting for the good guys, after all. He's doing the right thing. So his violence is justified. And that's sorta the central plot of his character "when do you become the same monster as the ones that hurt you?" Hurt people hurt people, and Pete has been hurt a lot. Though, he believes he's different because unlike the Combine, he loves and cares. The combine wouldn't know what that means, so in a way, his love for Nate and humanity in general, is what he believes keeps him from becoming as bad as the Combine.

Nate:

Nate is the youngest in the squad and the most naive. All he wants to do, really, is survive this whole thing. He just wants to see the sunrise on a brand new day where the Combine no longer exist on earth. He's pretty optimistic about it too which Pete and Marcel often disagree with but ya know, let the man dream. He's the chill laid back joker of the group and the life of the party. The most social out of them but not necessarily the best talker... And he talks... A lot. Like, nonstop. Marcel thinks it's because he's constantly trying to fill his mind with other stuff other than their shitty situation cuz the moment he shuts up he's gonna have to think about it and he's going to collapse. So they just let him ramble. He's a big fan of collecting things (both he and Pete are but he started their collection) some might even view him as a hoarder. Like you'd find him collecting pizza boxes and other useless things simply because... Well, those things don't exist now. They're "relics" of a life pre-war. And he finds that interesting, it brings him comfort even. He's the group's mechanic and the best at handling firearm since he's had the most training, having joined the Rebels before the others.

Marcel and Kit:

2 for one, those two cannot be separated (for Marcel's own good)

Marcel is the medic of the group. He's the oldest in the squad and the most pessimistic. Kit met Marcel when he found him dying on the ground (that's a comic you may or may not have read. I'll link the comics at the end of the ask) after saving his life, the two became inseparable. Marcel is in a very dark place mentally and thus has become extremely fragile. If you ask him, he'd tell you he's not suicidal, he just wouldn't mind not waking up the next day. Kit keeps Marcel safe, both from the Combine, zombies, and whatever threats, but also from himself. Kit wants to give Marcel purpose and a reason to keep living, something to make the days easier to get through, and becoming a medic was that for Marcel. He gets to save lives and it gives him a sense of meaning. It doesn't make him value his own life or anything, but he's at least living to do something good.

Marcel might come off as hostile and aggressive or just very uncaring but, in fact, he cares a lot. You just have to get past his nonchalantness and dig pretty deep to find that part of him. Kit understands he's probably just building walls to protect himself. He doesn't want anyone getting close so no one would miss him when he's gone. But obviously that doesn't work cuz, lmao, Kit ignores that. Tbh Kit doesn't need to bind life force with Marcel to die if Marcel dies. If Marcel dies Kit will likely just die of a broken heart.

That aside, Marcel finds Kit's views on life very intriguing, he's very interested in the Vort philosophical approach to life and death, and the way they form bonds, more spiritually than anything else. And he does end up having that bond with Kit, something so connected to what feels like a greater and higher thing than they are. So cosmic in its nature that it is hard to comprehend. To him, there's something so beautiful and profound about that. It's the idea that one day they will be embraced by that greater thing, so they may become a part of it, but it will happen when their time comes and they're called upon by the cosmos. He's just waiting for that day to come now.

If you'd like to see more of the characters you'll find everything under the tag (HL: change begins with us) or specific characters under: ( oc: Pete, Nate as male 07, Marcel as male 09, kit the Vortigaunt)

If you haven't seen the comics and wanna give em a read:

This is one lore dump and a half but hope you find it interesting, anon. :D again, thank u sm for your interest and curiosity. It means a lot to me!!

[girl-named-matty]

HL + Batfam crossover-ish?? (idk atp)

Because I'm back in my Batfam era, I want to randomly blab about who my HL OCs would get along with the best.

(Disclaimer: My interpretation of the Batfam characters is a mix between fanon & canon because they are both "either one or the other," so I try to find a good middle ground for my headcanons LOL.)

Matty: Dick Grayson

I did mention this once a few weeks ago, but honestly, they'd be such good friends. They both have that outward appearance of being really sweet and silly but protective, but inwardly, they have their inner conflicts that make them the person who they are. They both also have that super motherly attitude (Matty to her friends & Dick is that way to his siblings) and are basically willing to do anything for them. But on another level, they know when to treat someone with a more motherly/older brother attitude or a more equal ground one. (Basically the oldest sibling staple, despite the fact that Matty is an only child, lol.)

Not only that, but usually they are the ones to find a good common, usually moral, ground in situations regarding the oppositions they face. However, if pushed hard enough/it's needed, they will NOT hold back. (ex: Dick killing Joker in honor of Jason & when he thought he killed Tim in "Joker: Last Laugh #6 & Matty killing Charles & Tana in ITSOM ((Arguably self-defense, but it was quite brutal, lol.)) It's never the want to take someone's life, but they are willing to make sacrifices to protect their loved ones or those who cannot protect themselves.

Similarly, they both love nerds. 😂 (Sebastian and Barbara((I'm more of a Dickori shipper, but in this case I'll use Barbara.)

Killian: Jason Todd

These two, I swear. I don't base my characters off of already existing ones; rather, I find similarities only after I create the character, but I swear if I had, Killian would've been based off of Jason. Both had a rough home life, and once they got a new one, it didn't go the best either. Killian is more similar to Red Hood Jason than Robin or Pre-Robin Jason, but my point still stands.

Both of them were driven to a point where being a loner was better than anything else, and sometimes, morals just had to be thrown out the window (Killian more often than Jason, lol.) They can seem hardened and intimidating—which they do on purpose—but under the gruff surface, there is something else. Just like Jason has a certain soft spot and focus on protecting kids on the street, just like he was. Similarly, Killian's focus was on protecting his younger brother, Silas, when nobody else was there to do so, even when he left school because he knew it'd be better for Silas, yet still keeping tabs on him to make sure that he was okay.

And when presented with an offer of a better life, both were somewhat backstabbed and their trust broken, further leading to the way they are now.

So, under all the intimidation and roughness, they are just conflicted characters faced with impossible situations who have to choose one way or another.

Theo: Timothy Drake

Okay, honestly, these two have their similarities but can be POLAR opposites in the way they deal with situations sometimes. If there was a chart of nerds, Theo would be on the soft, timid, and quiet side, while Tim would be on the crazy, outspoken, gremlin side. Theo believes in a good sleep schedule and that it has good health benefits. Tim could literally not care less and will be up at three am doing who knows what on the batcomputer, and there is no stopping him.

While out of all OCs/Batfam characters, they're all around the most "normal ones." Neither of them has a super athletic build; however, they do take good care to make sure they can get up and moving. They are both extremely passionate about what they do, and passions cannot be stopped. (Tim is very ambitious, hence why I HC him to be a Slytherin, and while Theo is a Hufflepuff, sometimes they are a more similar house than people let on.) They were both raised in pretty respectable families, and the way they speak reflects that. Tim, raised by a rich family, was tutored, and his speech reflects that, while Theo was raised by two intelligent parents, and his speech reflects them.

If the cheesy trope of "Say all of that but in English, please" after some nerdy explanation could be applied to a human, that'd be them.

Both of them struggle with anxiety and facing change—after all, both of them are 17-year-olds—and they often work hard to distract themselves from those struggles, whether that works or not.

Callan: Damian Wayne

Well, the first obvious thing is their families. Damian was born and raised in the al Ghul family, and Cal in the Gaunts. You can certainly see the similarities between the two if you know anything about either family, lol.

Now, Cal and Damian are a bit of a different story because they aren't super similar in their personalities. Damian is usually reserved, well-spoken, and a bit distant; Cal is loud, outgoing, and usually speaks first and thinks later. But I think with the similarities in their past, seeing how they'd both handle it later in the future would definitely crack open some sort of friendship.

Cal would definitely be encouraging him to break out of his shell and, because Damian is still young, to enjoy the youth he has now that he's not involved in the al Ghul's work anymore, just like how Cal learned to be himself once he came to school and no longer had his parents looming over him all the time, making sure he stayed in line with his behavior and their beliefs. And perhaps Cal's "childishness" would help Damian realize that it's okay to act his age. He's a kid, after all.

So while their personalities are opposite, that might just be what the both of them need.

Silas: Duke Thomas

Duke and Silas are very similar down to their very core. Most of the time, they are pretty laid-back, usually in good moods, and are very approachable. They're very willing to put others before themselves and are very selfless individuals. Another trait they share is their very strong moral compass that sometimes conflicts with those around them.

Both of them are very friendly, and their kindness knows no bounds to those who need it. Essentially, these two would absolutely be BESTIES if they existed in the same universe. And while Duke had a very average upbringing, Silas had a very rough one, but I think Duke would be impressed by the way Silas turned out despite all of that (especially seeing the route Killian, his brother, went down on.)

Both Duke and Silas also went down career paths with the intention of helping those who couldn't help themselves. So pretty much, same person, different font, and totally besties.

Helena: Alfred Pennyworth

I mean, does this even need an explanation? 😂

Both of them take on a huge parental role and are, for some reason, really skilled in several things. They both have that past that people couldn't have guessed that they had, but that past contributed to their skill set and them being overall really knowledgeable.

They're amazing comforters and guides. Of course, like any parent would, they get concerned when their kid (or grandkid, in the sense of the batboys, lol) is in conflict or struggling, but they're always there to be a shoulder to lean on while still teaching life lessons.

These two are totally meeting up for tea on the weekends, no questions asked.

Blair: Stephanie Brown

Blair and Steph are so similar in terms of personality. They're both super witty and quick with their replies; they can be outspoken and pretty loud, but that's what makes them so fun. Sometimes, they can both be a little impulsive; however, they're good at making sure it never goes too far.

The dares would be CONSTANT between these two, and honestly, other people are probably going to get roped into it, but they know their limits. Both are VERY headstrong, but that contributes to them knowing what they want. But they also are very positive individuals who prefer to try and keep their feelings high; under pressure, sometimes this cracks a little, but hey, they're really just girls who are trying their best.

They'd have similar senses of humor, which would set up a lot of jokes. And you'll never actually get them to stop, LOL.

If you somehow made it to the end, wow?? Thank you! Thanks for listening to me blab about my interests. xoxo😌

[nshi-ao3]

Courtesy of my sister: https://www.instagram.com/planetstarhiphop/reel/DEeYzmGREGt/?hl=en Joker and G'raha at any given moment

[rosetta-j-stone]

Rest of Joker Out: Bojci, you really should have a bit of a lie down now and then

Bojan: Like this?

Rest of Joker Out: NO

Fans: YES

( Original photo: https://www.instagram.com/vita_orehek_photography/?hl=en )

[adelaidedrubman]

opening hl&s for the first time in a few weeks only to realize oh my god. the joker was me

[cnl0400]

VIP bonus Before vs. After

They got rid of Karma... 🥲 I guess It makes sense since it's an useless currency? (I mean, since when was the last Time they gave Karma a purpose? Most límited Time ítems aré bought with real money, and they haven't released another ítem since September? I Guess they werent that popular) The Magical notes are fine for farming in HL, and they give more raven and grimm but... I Guess I expected More? They could have thrown a Ur+ joker... Two jokers a month for $9.99...

[thegrimdog13]

New couple

Nina x Jeff is the final winner! Thanks to all who voted and there was a tie between Jeff x Nina and Jeff x Eyeless Jack but in the end.In my story it makes more sense. For Nina and Jeff to end up together or in a interesting dynamic at least.

This pose was inspired by a piece made by Hethe Srodawa! It is Harley Quinn and Joker fanart here is the link to check it out! Btw it’s not going to be perfectly the same hence the word inspired.

link-https://www.google.com/search?client=safari&sca_esv=557804163&hl=en-us&q=joker+and+harley+quinn+fan+art&tbm=isch&source=lnms&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjrg8bSleSAAxVQj4kEHbX_CicQ0pQJegQICxAB&biw=414&bih=715&dpr=2#imgrc=lK9UZaLcdHwXaM

[h-2-h0eee]

What's a "weird" or "off" kink you have?

dunno if it's in that category but I love yandere or villain stuff. Obsessed with HL joker, JP Commodus - anyone with a power imbalance You've made wanna reread a fanfiction I was obsessed with when I was younger: https://tinyurl.com/fanficjoker

[makingspiritualityreal]

Joaquin Phoenix’s square shaped face is much more reminiscent of UBP than the more oval fish shaped revati. Very vague point I know, but his face definitely makes me think more of a dragon/serpent than fish. His strong eyebrows bring more attention to his eyes and in some pictures you can see his lower face is more triangular, but this prominent eyes + pointed chin combo is very characteristic of his Swati sun in my opinion.

It’s also interesting how you brought up Angelina Jolie because she is also a Saturn nakshatra native with Saturn conjunct the ascendant. In both franchises they’re mainly accompanied by a highly delusional Swati moon (Lady Gaga, Brittany Murphy) who is more able to leave the institution seemingly because of privilege and her relationship with her father.

Previous Jokers like Heath Ledger and Jared Leto both have UBP mars in common. JL is solar with saturn close to the ascendant, HL has 3 saturn nakshatras total including his lagnanesh with sun conjunct the ascendant. So they kind of mirror eachother weirdly.

But then HL is a revati sun/asc which is debatably an argument for JP being a revati moon.

Another thing to note is that *all* the people mentioned as well as other people involved like Margo Robbie and Winona Ryder, all have prominent saturn nakshatras or saturn close to the ascendant or making an aspect from the seventh house. A lot of them also have 12th house placements and swati nakshatra in a number of instances.

Sorry this became a tangent, I’m not sure what my point is anymore haha. In conclusion I agree with you

Happy to help !

[rebeleden]

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[hybristoo]

To Know Him is to Love Him [1/3]

Summary: The Joker kidnaps the reader in the interest of using her as blackmail. However, it doesn’t go as planned.

Words: 1663

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There was nothing really special about that dark November the 5th evening. You left your job, walked home to the Narrows and then you were promptly knocked out, dragged someplace else and woken with a bucket of cold water.  

In this way, there was no discernible difference between how you met the Joker and how most other people met the Joker; violently, dismally and suddenly. A grotesque overwhelming of the senses which could not be rubbed out.

First, it was your sense of touch. Your body convulsed as if dancing to an irregular disco beat, your skeleton launching itself forward to escape its skin. Second, it was your sight. Opening your eyes, you were met with a bright light and a dark face; eyes hollowed and smile red. Third, it was your sense of smell. A horrid concoction of the smell produced by the grease filter at work and the mountain of dead rats in the malfunctioning freezer. 

Your body shook like a field of grass in the wind and you coughed violently, your feet producing a light tapping sound against the floor as your legs bounced up and down, the algidity sticking to you like gum.

Your ears experienced a cacophony of song and nails on a chalkboard as the Joker obscured your view of the room with his looming silhouette and gruffed out: “Good morning, sweetheart. You don’t mind, do you?”

He sat down across from you, the light above him accentuating the artificial darkness around his eyes. 

You opened your mouth planning to say a number of normal, rational things; What do you want from me? Let me go. Don’t do this - but instead, it came out as one, even sentence, more like a sigh than a plea. 

“If this has anything to do with Boyle, sorry to break the news, but I’m the wrong person to kidnap.”

You weren’t surprised by your words, only disappointed. I wasn’t your first time being kidnapped, threatened or used as a bargaining chip. It had become a habitual tradition - at least once a year or the economy must be in the shitter. You were hoping when you saw the Joker was your captor, that your mind would resume itself to the comfort of crowd uniformity. That your reaction would be something worth recalling to authorities, like something straight out of a crime novel. 

On the other hand, this lament of a reaction came from a mixture of experience and apathy. The knowledge that screaming, crying and pleading would only worsen the overall experience by leaving you with injuries. Injuries you’d have to be hospitalized for - pay for. The very least kidnappers could do was give you 50 dollars to pay the hospital bill. 

The Joker let out a wheeze of a laugh, a cackle building up in his throat which bounced off the walls rhythmically. “Alright,” he hummed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Let’s say,” he licked his lips, pausing, “that you just look an awful lot like the gal I’m lookin’ for. How many times must you have been mistaken for her to react like that?”

There was a sharpness to the way he articulated his words. Like a cold December’s gust, biting at your cheeks. 

You opened your mouth to explain, but you were silenced when he stuck a knife to your cheek. He shifted in his position, slouching forward. You gritted your teeth. You weren’t afraid. Not really, anyways. You were afraid of getting hurt - much like anyone, pain wasn’t your forté, but no matter what, your heart wouldn’t speed at the thought of suddenly dying - perhaps too savoir-faire.

He moved the knife to the other cheek, this time applying more pressure. He regarded the droplets of blood which escaped from the narrow wound, then your eyes, and finally, he moved the knife to your jugular. He repeated this motion a number of times as if he was trying to determine where he’d make his incision. 

Just as he seemed like he was going to make his decision, you decided to speak, knife comfortably tucked against your jawline. “If you’re not going to cut my throat,” you looked at him meaningfully, “I want to get this over with.”

He studied your eyes, continuing to hold the edge against your throat. He applied more pressure. You closed your eyes. You noticed your leg started bouncing again. Were you afraid of death? You weren’t sure. After a failed attempt you had never attempted at taking your own life again, but that didn’t mean the want had vanished. That you wanted to keep trudging through life like a zombie. That you had anything to live for. 

Right when you were sure he was going to slice your right open, he removed the knife with a snicker. “I like you, doll” he crooned, “I like you real good.”

The rest of the night you considered rather standard. He got out a camera, shoved it in your face, pulled your hair, slapped you while yelling a number of things which only served to make you dizzy. At one point, you decided you would cry some, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this time your tears would tug at your father’s heartstrings and he would actually comply to whatever it was the Joker demanded of him. 

For days you stayed in captivity but it seemed dear dad was as heartless as ever. Nobody came to help. 

In that time, you worked on your whistling - the goal being to whistle Beethoven at the end of it all, but when the Joker stuck his head in that last day, you only knew Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. 

“Say, Hummingbird,” he purred as he walked in, “do you know… how many days it’s been?”

You thought about it. “Three.”

“Good girl,” he walked over to you and put his hand on your head. You expected him to pet you like a dog, but instead, he gripped your hair and pulled your face forward, putting it inches in front of his. You hissed, shifting uncomfortably. “And do you know what’s happened?”

He tilted his head, cocking his eyebrows. You thought once more. “Nothing?”

“Jackpot!” He laughed and let go of your head, letting your body, and the chair which it was tied to, fall to the ground. You let out a suffocated wheeze as the air in your lungs took flight. “Last question,” he circled around you, immobilized on the ground. “Do you know…” he inhaled sharply, “What I promised I’d do if nothing happened?” He crouched down beside you.

This time, you didn’t think before you answered. “You’d kill me.” 

“You’re so clever, hm?” He patted your cheek with a gloved and then fished out a gleaming dagger from inside his jacket. “Now, how shall we go about this?” He moved the dagger to multiple spots, making a thoughtful humming sound all the while. Finally, he lodged it into the side of your mouth. “How about we give you scars like mine? You are, after all, a woman after my own heart, Hummingbird.”

You stared at him. Really, you weren’t sure if he actually wanted to kill you. You weren’t sure you wanted to die, either - you were rather taken with your new whistling hobby, weren’t you? Right. 

“If you need Boyle’s - my father’s, attention, l can give you some advice.” You looked up at him. “He doesn’t care about family. He may make it seem that way - even to his wretched goons, but deep inside, he only cares about money.” The Joker tilted his head, an amused expression on his face. “He has a vault on 22nd Street, under the strip club.” Then, you let out a wheezy laugh, your breathing affected by the awkward position of your body. “You should hold that thing hostage instead.”

The Joker looked down on you as if he was assessing your sincerity. Rest assured there was nothing insincere about you, in spite of your bloodline. You had nothing to do with all that schmuck. For the most part. 

In a moment of bathos, the Joker silently picked up the chair, setting you upright. He fished out a knife from the inside of his shirt and showed it to you. 

“What do you think? Good enough for ya?” He circled you, putting the knife to your throat. You held your breath, the tremble of your lip showing you a truth you had wanted to know for many years; you did not want to die. “It’s been fun, Birdie.”

Your vision went black.

When you did eventually come to, your first reaction was that it was not hell, heaven or purgatory, but the room you had just been in. The difference was the acute, pounding headache and the lack of restraints around your arms. 

It did take you a moment to realize that you should not dally, but leave right this second, or else the thirst might kill you before any clown with sharp objects does. And so you did; standing onto buckling knees, walking out of the compound like a deer on ice. 

A breath of fresh air hit you as the metal door creaked open, a chill rocking your spine. The air smelled acrid and noisome - and that’s how you knew you were still in Gotham. Still in the Narrows. A shy smile placed itself on your lips. It was… Good to be back.

However, there was a problem. After identifying that you were, in fact, on a roof, and not in some underground compound, you found the closest ladder, which you planned to descend, but with just one glance, you recognized there were only two steps to the ladder before a long fall. You cursed, turning to find another exit when you stubbed your toe on a rock. Looking down, you saw a card - the Joker card, pinned down by the rock. There was cursive writing in sharpie which covered the image;

‘Hope you know how to fly, Hummingbird.’

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Next Part

[toruhalo]

Wildcard (1/?)

Pairings: Ledger!Joker x Reader

Word Count: 755

Warnings: attempted assault, violence, murder, explicit language

On the corner of Van Beuren and S Franklin St, you were waiting for the light to turn into a ‘WALK’ sign. You examined the time on your watch; you were five minutes late.

Your boss was not going to be happy.

You leaned up against the light pole and sighed. You were taken aback by a man dressed in a dark gray suit shuffling up to the corner of the sidewalk, carrying a dusty blue duffel bag and a clown mask. You couldn’t really make out his face as he stood with his back to you, but he had neck-length fading green-dyed hair. He could’ve been a robber, so you opted to stay quiet and mind your own business.

The sound of people walking and minding their own business filled the silence, causing you to wonder why no one else noticed this man.

You heard tires screech and an old Chevrolet Suburban came to a halt at the corner where you and the man were standing. He swiftly put on his mask and hopped in the backseat, before speeding away.

A feeling of relief washed over you, but was soon replaced by panic as you realized you missed the time to cross the road.

“I’m so sorry I’m late-”

“You’re fired,” he casually said before lighting up a cigarette and taking a puff.

You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach, “Please, sir. I need this job, I promise this will never happen again."

He cackled and leaned back in his oversized leather chair. "That’s what you said last time. Now scram.” He didn’t even spare you a second glance as you shifted in place and shuffled out the door with tears in your eyes.

You sighed and dragged your feet on the sidewalk, wallowing in self-pity. You could feel the world crashing down on you, as if it was mocking you for being a failure.

Very abruptly, the sound of crumbling bricks broke you out of your trance. Up ahead you saw a school bus driving out of Gotham National Bank, blending into more school buses. You couldn’t believe your eyes as you stood in shock. You tried seeing who the bus driver was and made eye contact.

His face was covered in a cracked and runny layer of white clown makeup, his sunken eyes thickly rimmed in black. A sloppy red grin was painted across his mouth and cheeks, partly obscuring scars. And his hair was stringy… and green.

“Get OFF of me! Help!” You scream from the top of your lungs while scratching and clawing at your attacker.

“No one's gonna help ya here. You’re all mine…” The man in a black hoodie sneers while restraining you against the alleyway next to your apartment building. The stench of his alcohol stained breath was making you gag. Tears began streaming down your face; the man had previously kicked your purse away which unfortunately held your pepper spray. The hooded man overpowered you in terms of strength; therefore, you had no chance of getting away. He had pinned your hands by your side and locked your legs in place with his own. Your arms and legs began losing the battle of protecting yourself. Your breath was shortening, and your head lolled back against the wall.

Out of nowhere a gunshot rang through your ears, and hands left your body as you heard a thud. You glanced down, and the man was lying lifelessly on the ground with a bullet hole in his temple.

Trying to see who your savior was, your eyes moved onto the other person in your presence. The green-haired man.

Your eyes widened in shock, as you couldn’t conjure up any words to escape your lips. The man, your knight in shining armor, smirked and flicked his tongue to wet his lips. He lets out an airy laugh as he begins walking away.

“Wait!” The white-faced man paused his footsteps.

You ran up behind him and shakily rang your hands together. “I-I should at least thank you somehow. You saved my life.”

He giggled and turned to look at me. “It uh… wasn’t for you. He stole something of mine.”

Of course he didn’t do it out of kindness. Stupid of you to think otherwise.

“Well, you still deserve a reward of some kind.” After seeing him up close you noticed a huge gash on the back of his right hand. “I could help sew up that cut you have,” you pointed.

His eyebrows pushed together in confusion. “Oh. Didn’t even uh… notice.”

“Wait right here. I live in this building, I just have to grab some things then I’ll stitch you right up,” you said with a bright smile before running up to your apartment.

Why am I helping a mysterious stranger?

He saved my life.

But he said he didn’t do it for my sake.

But he’s kinda hot.

Your face burned up at the last thought; your mind was all over the place.

After gathering the medical supplies, you ran back outside. You were half expecting him to be gone, but shockingly he was still there. You gestured for him to sit against the brick wall, and he slowly slid down with his legs stretched out. He resembled a child with how loosely he was holding himself.

You crouched beside him and lifted his injured hand, which was covered in dry blood.

“Do you uh have a name?” the man asked while I blotted his hand with alcohol.

“Y/N. Yours?”

“Joker. You’ll uh… be hearing it all over the news soon,” he says with a chuckle and another flick of his tongue.

He’s probably talking about the bank.

You have a crush on a criminal.

"Oh. Why’s that?"

He looked you in the eyes, which caused you to get lost in his own dark brown ones. He startled you by suddenly speaking, "I think we uh… both know why, doll.”

Your face grew heated as he laughed under his breath.

“Surprised you didn’t, uh, report me.”

The warmth from your face spreads to your body. Why didn’t you call the police?

“You a uh… nurse or somethin?” He asked while examining the particular stitching pattern on his hand.

“No, I went to medical school for a year, but dropped out because of financial reasons,” you sighed, “since I was little, I always wanted to be a nurse or doctor, but now it seems like the world is telling me not to be.”

“The uh world is a cruel place.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” You both laughed. After your laughter had died out, you were met by a comfortable silence. You’ve never felt this relaxed with someone you only just met in your whole twenty-four years of living. You gradually began packing your supplies back into your first aid bag and stood up.

“Well, now we’re uh… even,” he smiled at me, “see you around, doll.”

He left before you could respond, leaving behind the scent of gunpowder.

[dammjamboy]

finally finished this.. hi

[rosetta-j-stone]

Joker Out, to Käärijä:

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