#joker x reader request

[dilfhos]

TRAINRIDE

#!WHO; DABI x fem!READER

A! i hope u ignore this cus its stupid but I think dabi/touya being a total scum to huge endeavor fan reader should be a thing

+ (i added my twist to it; at the time this was sent, i was on my dc shit heavy and id already started it)

#!CW: deadoves!n0nc0n, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, implied exhibitionism, gaslighting, touya arc if you squint real close! dabi has dick piercings bc i said so

tagging: @mostlyheinous @scariusaquarius @dabislittlemouse @nyx--knacks @the-grimm-writer @ectologia

Dabi hated taking public transportation, especially now.

It subjected him to having to conceal his identity for one, blending into the fleeting crowds with dark, long clothing. It didn’t bother him as much had it been any other time, one where he wasn’t on constant guard or easily irritated by familiar phrases and his face.

Dabi only gave a quick glance to the glass behind him, eyeing the way his big hood hung low on his head, hand deep into his trench pocket as the other supported his balance. He drew his hood lower at the glance from a man on his left.

The train eased to a stop and the doors slid open as the crowd swarmed to bring in and send out more people. When the doors closed and the train began to move again, he found himself being thrown forward. A small yelp came from the woman in front of him, turned partially.

He was about to mumble something before his eyes made contact with what she was wearing.

Seeing that you were brazenly adorned in merchandise of the number one hero, he scrunched his nose up at the sight of your complimentary accessories before finally settling on your face. Preoccupied with your phone to notice his oggling, you shifted, body moving with the force of the train as it started moving.

Dabi didnt mean to look, but the subtle quake of your chest piqued his vision and he wished he wasn’t met with those same fucking eyes. How cringe you looked with the familiar navy phone-case you had on the back of your phone to match.

In fact, if Dabi wanted to, he’d stand there and count every one of Endeavor’s paraphernalia and the number could be well over three. You really walk around like that? Parading your favorite hero on your body like a fangirl poster.

He chuckled darkly before rolling his eyes. Yeah, you probably had one or two of them in your room that you fuck yourself to at night to boot.

The train was only a little crowded but not enough to fully obscure your body from his view. You were dressed in jeans, the denim pairing with a snug t-shirt that sculpted your chest perfectly under his gaze. On the back he could see the familiar bright flames. They were disgustingly familiar, completing the stoic features of the hero on the front.

“Endeavor, huh?” You finally glanced up, a bit surprised to find barely anyone on board at this point. A few men sat adjacent, some sleep, others occupied on their own devices and papers or simply dead in gaze as they awaited their respective stops.

Then him, of course.

Turning fully around you face the source of the comment and your heart began to hammer.

Under a subtle glance or two, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary. Dark pants, shoes and a coat on his back, he could’ve as easily passed for some unremarkable human being cold and exhausted from days events. However, under the certain proximity, you had a clear view of his face, unmistakably his metal-littered, scarred face and the dangerously piercing gaze to match.

You parted your lips but he held up a finger, silencing you before you could squeak a sound. He glanced around toward the few other occupants in the car, noting them to be of no significance until his eyes returned back to yours, the silent threat of impending danger weighing heavily in the air around you.

“Are you-are you going to kill me?” You finally said, voice sickeningly timid. Wide eyes peered up at him, height clearing yours as he slowly backed you towards the side of the car.

“He your favorite hero?” Dabi ignored your question, eyes flickering to your chest before his hand followed. You squeaked in surprise as he boldly placed his hand against your breast.

Jerking away, you prepare to to defend yourself when he gripped your wrist.

“To answer the question, I’m not gonna kill you. ‘M just gonna hurt you real bad though,” You’re spun before another word is uttered, the rattling of metal against wheels loud enough to drown your protests.

“Please don’t do this,” His hands were exploring your body, running up your thighs and cruelly pinching at the skin on your sides before settling on the hem of your jeans.

“Please don’t,” You whimpered shakily, meeting the villain’s eyes in the glass.

“I just feel like ya personally insulting me y’know?” He grunted over the sound of his belt clinking. His hand was back on your side now, nails digging into the meat of the exposed skin until drawing a wince.

Dabi shuffled forward until your hands were pressed against the wall of the train, steadying yourself. His other made quick work of yanking down your jeans until they rested around your thighs, panties on display before his hungry gaze.

“D-don’t. I’ll scream.” By now, you’d been reduced to a whimpering, teary-eyed mess, your frantic gaze shifting through the other riders for a witness to what was going on.

But they were all too preoccupied to care.

“Yeah, for who?” The passengers that did notice were the wrong ones.

You met the greedy eyes of the man closest to you and the way his own dropped down to your connected bodies. Dabi was quick to notice that and chuckled before leaning down toward your ear.

“Still your idol, doll? This is his society, you know? The one on your ridiculously, ugly top,” He snickered, his fingers hooking into the side of your panties.

Before you could cry out, his scarred hand clamped over your mouth at the same time as his cock breached your cunt. You tensed, nothing escaping you but a muffled gasp as he shoved himself past your tight ring of resistance. Your eyes were wide, peering back at you in the glass, reflecting off of the pain and horror present.

“Mm, so tight.” He licked the shell of your ear and you release a shuddering sob. He began a snappy, brutal pace, the thick cock dragging heavily through your dry walls. Every time he pulled away, you felt every vein, every metallic orb scraping against gummy insides.

He slammed back into you at the same time the train screeched over rusted tracks, grunting with every stroke, his thin hip bones snapping against your ass.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist, his wrist only flicking to push and pull you back onto his dick. His other hand remained pressed against your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. You reached behind to at least try and push him away, alleviate the grating pain he was causing but your attempts were laughable as he only slapped away your efforts.

Dabi sped up, stumbling forward until your front was pressed against the metal interior, body squished between hot and cool. The hand over your mouth dropped to hang loosely around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his. The hood over his head only served to make him all the more menacing with the shadow that casted over his grotesque features.

“What do you think Mr. Endeavor would say if he saw his biggest fan being defiled like this? Probably be disgusted huh? I mean, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you on public transportation.” Your eyes closed as you imagined the twisted look of repulsion on your favorite hero and the image brought you to more tears.

You hiccupped as he trailed fingers down in between your legs to brush against your clit, missing the way his grin widened at the way you suddenly tense up. You released a pained moan at the way your pussy clamped down on him.

“So sensitive,” He chuckled at the way you try and bite down your orgasm. He could feel you start to relax, your cunt pulsating around him as your juices started to slick him up.

Overhead, the sound of the loudspeaker crackling at the next stop had Dabi’s eyes glancing up, as if now aware of the time. Releasing you, his hand fell to your other hip where his blunt nails dug as his pace quickened.

“Stop’s coming up,” He mumbled. You didn’t really hear him though. You were busy trying not to give in to the way his cock was filling you up, the pain parting into pleasure, your juices beginning to fall and squish around his dick.

Your head hung low; you couldn’t even look at your reflection in the glass anymore, at the way your brows furrowed over glossy, blown eyes. The way your wet lips part to release silent moans. You were despicable. You couldn’t call yourself a fan of the great Endeavor anymore, not after this.

Not after him.

Dabi’s feet planted firmly, his hips suddenly stuttering to a halt. He was quick to conceal your squeal with his hand again as his dick twitched in your cunt. Your teary eyes widened as you felt warmth flooding you, too horrified to even move save for your trembles.

He was still going, slowly rutting his nut back into you with shallow strokes. It was only until you heard a chime overhead that he pulled away with a content sigh.

Dabi eyed the way his cum was beginning to seep down your thighs, dripping into your bunched up jeans and an idea formed in his head, one that had him grinning sadistically.

A moment later your trembling legs finally gave way allowing you to sink onto the floor.

He began to fix himself, adjusting the hood on his head. He threw a cocky salute to the man eyeballing him earlier and a final disgusted look down at those eyes on your shirt. He then shook his head with a forming smile, walking away and leaving you on the floor of the cold train. The whooshing of the doors were deafening in your ears as you looked up to greedy eyes.

Back at the hero agency, Endeavor’s phone lit up and a notification from an unknown number had his brows furrowed in confusion at the link. His scowl only deepened after further investigation.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content—current or archival.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

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.

~~~

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. 

~~~

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.

~~~

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.

[dorayakichan]

I love your writing and that you're doing wind breaker content!! Would you please write more content for Joker? Man's is beautiful and I headcanon he's a sweetheart with the right people 🫶

Joker(being a lovely boyfriend) x gn!reader (Fluffy, slight angst)

“Does falling in love make the world a better place?” you had once asked yourself while watching another one of those cute romance kdramas where the female lead and the male lead were able to save everyone and have a happy ending. Yet, for as long as you had lived which I would say wasn’t that much you had not been able to give a proper answer to that question until you met him.

Joker wasn’t the normal type of bad guy you had more than once encountered in your life. He worked hard, he was ruthless. To add to that he surrounded himself with the worst kind of people, yet that wasn’t enough to define him. How could such a background define the man you had fallen for anyway?

If it was true then you wouldn’t have even thrown a glance at him the first time you both met. You wouldn’t have rushed to help him when you once saw him bruised after beating down some guys who had tried to ambush him. You wouldn’t have smiled at him so sweetly, giving sweet words of encouragement every time you encountered each-other in the streets and you noticed his lifeless expression.

Maybe it was you who had given life to his once dull world. Maybe it was the warmth your eyes expressed when you gazed at him. You were not sure. But one thing was for sure Joker was nothing but the softest when it came to you.

“Can I come with you today?” You had asked him once as he was living for his job. That was when he found out how you entirely dominated his soul and body with your existence. It was hard for him to say no to you, not because he couldn’t but because the glimmer in your eyes, the sweet melody of your voice, the electricity of your touch, was able to enchant him to a point where he knew he couldn’t go back from anymore.

He didn’t want to anyway.

And even though he was worried, he had no doubt, that if even a wrong look was thrown at you he would beat down to a pulp anyone who dared. He was ready to protect you, even if it wasn’t the best idea even if it wasn’t safe he knew he would do anything so he could keep that smile on your face.

Even if it meant going against Wooin he would in a heartbeat for you. That’s why he had tried so much to keep you as far away from him as possible even when he got to know about your existence. It all was going well until that one day. As he had beat another opponent he was about to open the door of his changing room when he heard Wooin’s voice coming from inside.

“You know he is not on the same level as you. None of this is on your level anyway. This place, this lifestyle, and your boyfriend too.” “Speak clearly, what do you want? And what do you mean not on my level?” he heard your anger filled voice asking Wooin.

“Can’t you see that you are a good girl, with a good family, a good life, and a promising future? Yet, you follow Joker around. Can’t you see you are way above him? Way better than him?”

“First off, what does our background have to do with me dating him? And why are you even telling me this?"

“Cuz it looks like you’re playing with him and it’s not like I care much about that fact. You can do anything you want. But because of you he has become softer and can’t do his job right.”

“What do you mean by playing with him? Why would you even say that? In fact, I don’t care what you think or say I’m not breaking up with him or listening to whatever you’re spewing out of that mouth of yours. So get out!”

“Hah, you really…” But Wooin was unable to finish his sentence as Joker opened the door right that instant. Both of you stopped talking as he entered inside.

“And here he comes,”

Wooin smirked, noticing Joker’s facial expression. A thud was heard, startling both you and Wooin as your eyes fell on the wall, smashed by Joker’s powerful hit. Blood started gushing out of it, as you gasped.

“Get out!”

Joker’s words were demanding and concise, filled with rage as he walked past Wooin sitting on one of the stools, in the changing room.

“GET OUT!”

he shouted with a scary expression on his face as he glared at Wooin. “HAH…sure sure! Have it your way!” The man went out leaving both of you two as complete silence reigned over the room.

“Your hand.”

Your trembling voice was the first to break the silence. His previously lowered head didn’t move as he let out a sigh. “I...I don't know if you heard everything or not but I would never play with you.” You continued. “I...I love being with you, you are important to me you know that.” Still no response, as your eyes welled up.

“I..” the broken sound that came out of your mouth was what made him raise his head, wide eyes staring at your teary face.

He came rushing to you, engulfing you in a hug. “Shhh, don’t cry!” “I know, I know I have never doubted you.” You stilled, hearing those words.

“Then why are you…” “Because he is right, I’m not good for you. You deserve way more than me.” You pushed him a bit coming face to face with Joker. “What do you mean you are not good for me? You are perfect, there is no one better than you for me.”

“I can’t make you always smile, I can’t give you whatever you want. I don’t have enough money to take you to expensive places when we go on dates. I don’t even have enough time for us to date. I can’t make you as happy as you deserve to be…” he clenched his jaw, throwing his gaze at the floor unable to stare into your eyes.

“I understand.”

His heart stopped hearing those words for a second afraid of what was to come next.

“I understand how you may feel but haven’t you realized it yet?” His eyes fell back on yours.

“Realize what?”

“The efforts, the thoughts and determination to make me happy, the way how you’re changing, slowly showing more of yourself as you can see that I like that. Don’t you realize that what you are doing makes you already a perfect boyfriend? The most perfect boyfriend out there! Materials, wealth we can work on that part slowly together. You don’t have to be well off for me to be good enough. Because for me you already are.” He couldn’t say anything as each and every single word of yours made his heart beat faster and faster. You were his blessing, the greatest blessing of his life!

“I love you!” He told you as he proceeded to kiss you. 

And you finally found the answer to that question you had asked once a long time ago.

Falling in love didn’t precisely make a better place, but falling in love made a person's point of view about the world change for the better. And that was all both of you needed.

[justanoasisimagines]

Jealously Headcanons

Hey my lovelies back with another Headcanon, been rewatching the Dark Knight a lot reccently. The Joker and the Temptress Part 2 is coming, it's just taking a while. My requests are open! My guidelines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider and the divider!

❀The Joker is an extremely possessive and jealous man. He refuses to let anyone get in between the two of you. he doesn't care about their intentions. If they're getting too close to you Joker is going to deal with them plain and simple.

❀Many factors cause Joker to become jealous. He doesn't let people stare at you, or make comments about you. He doesn't like people making comments about your relationship. He doesn't want to hear people doubt your abilities or your relationship. It's none of their business. It never stops people, however.

❀Joker doesn't hide his vicious jealous streak. He wants people to know what kind of man he is. Especially as his numbers begin to grow. They need to be fearful of him. They will know two things. One, they will not cross him if they want to make it out alive. Secondly, if anyone dares mess with you in any regard, he'll tear them apart.

❀So it goes without saying, that Joker makes his jealous revenge a public spectacle. He is going to set an example, to ward off anyone doing anything again. If they do so, then they are a fool for not heading his warning.

❀The encounters are violent and bloody. Joker speaks very little as he makes his claim on you. In Joker's mind, they might as well have injured you. His wrath is mighty as it is almost certain the individual dies. Anyone who dares to try to take you from him is an enemy of his.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

It's Not Funny

Fandom: DC, Batman, Jason Todd, Red Hood, f!reader

Summary: When you are kidnapped by the Joker, Jason is frantic to get you back. But once he finds you, things might be worse than they first appear....

Word Count: 1590

TW: angst, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, poison

Notes: A big thanks to @writercole who requested "Jason Todd with the words afraid, funny, and sleep." Not sure if this was what you were expecting, but I really like what I came up with! I hope you do too! 🥰

Jason tears open another door, curses loudly as he sees the empty room, and takes off down the hall for the next door. He has to find you. Soon. The Joker had grabbed you on your way home from work and there was no telling what he had done to you since then. And if he is too late…

Wrenching open the next door, he freezes as he notices a motionless body crumpled in the corner of the room. The person’s back is towards the door, but he immediately recognizes your work uniform. He is across the room in three long strides, yanking off his helmet, dropping to his knees and sliding the last few inches towards your body. As gently as he can, he rolls you over and lifts you into his lap. 

Physically, he can’t see anything wrong with you. Your hair is slightly messier than usual, your makeup is smudged and running (presumedly from your tears), and the sleeve of your uniform is slightly torn. But otherwise, you look like you could be sleeping peacefully back home in your shared bed. 

Running his fingers across your cheek, Jason murmurs, “Baby, please wake up. Come on, open those gorgeous eyes for me. Or how about one little smile?” But you don’t stir. You just hang limply in his arms, your head tilted back towards the ceiling. 

Trying to swallow the lump in his throat, Jason tries again. “Hey…. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me, but right now, I need you. I need you to wake up and tell me you’re alright. Please.”

He buries his face in your neck, breathing in the lingering traces of the perfume he got you for your birthday. He remembers laying in bed this morning watching you get ready and smiling at him in the mirror as you applied it. Had that really only been this morning? The Joker had only taken you a little over an hour ago, but it seems to Jason that anything that came before he got the call was a lifetime ago.

“J..Jay?”

Jason’s head snaps up. You had managed to lift your head slightly and are staring at him through hazy, half-lidded eyes. He has never felt such relief in his life. He presses his lips firmly against yours before muttering, “Oh, there’s my girl. God, you scared me for a minute there.”

You had kissed him back almost on instinct but now blink in confusion as you struggle to sit up. “Wh-what happened? Where are we?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I was at work. I had just finished my shift and was walking home when—” Your eyes double in size as you bolt upright, the terror of remembering what had happened clearing the fog still clinging to you. “Oh my god! He found me! The Joker! Jason, he grabbed me when I was just outside the apartment.” 

Your fingernails dig painfully into Jason’s arm to the point they break skin, but Jason ignores it. Instead, he runs his hand over the back of your head and softly murmurs, “I know. I’m so sorry, baby. He left a message for Gordan who then called Bruce. That was about an hour ago. I tried to find you sooner, I’m sorry.”

He started to hang his head, but you tilt his chin up. “No, it’s okay. You found me. That’s what matters.” You let out a little hiccupy laugh of relief but then your face falls. “But how did he find out about me? I thought we were careful. No one outside of your family were supposed to know we were dating.”

Jason shakes his head. “I don’t know. But I swear to you, I will find out and it will be dealt with.”

You flinch at the cold darkness in his tone, but don’t ask him to elaborate. You tolerate his more aggressive approach to vigilantism, but Jason knows you don’t approve. However, whoever tipped the Joker off put your life at risk. And for that, they would pay. 

Letting out another small nervous half-sigh, half-laugh, you shift in Jason’s arms. “Can we get out of here? I don’t know where he went or when he’s coming back.”

“Of course.” Jason helps you carefully to your feet. “I’m gonna take you to the Batcave just to have Alfred look you over and make sure everything is alright.”

“I’m really tired. Can you just take me home?” You lean your head against his shoulder as if to illustrate your point. 

Jason kisses the top of your head, takes your hand, and leads you towards the door. “It won’t take long. Just draw some blood, a quick once over, then we can go home. But I need you to stay awake until then. I can’t have you falling asleep on my motorcycle.”

You laugh, the sound loud and boisterous. But almost immediately, you freeze, your hand slipping from Jason’s as you stop walking. In a tiny, quivering voice, you whisper, “Jay…”

The tone of your voice has him on edge. Turning back to you, he asks, “What? What’s wrong?”

“That wasn’t funny.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, so? I didn’t mean for it to be.”

“And I didn’t mean to laugh.”

Just then, another loud chuckle escapes your lips and you clamp your hands over your mouth, your eyes wide in shock. Jason’s blood runs cold as the truth of the situation dawns on him. Taking your face in his hands, he examines you closely. “Did he spray you with anything at any point?”

“Um, yeah. He brought me here and he went on a long monologue–” snort “–but I don’t really remember it. Then he sprayed something in my face and–” giggle “–I passed out. The next thing I remember I was–” chuckle “–waking up in your arms.” 

A loud burst of laughter tears from your mouth. It sounds like your normal laughter but there is a slight hysteric, fearful undertone to it that sends a chill up Jason’s spine. Your lip begins to tremble as you gaze up at him through damp eyes and whimper, “Jason, what’s happening to me?”

Jason didn’t know what to say. While he has figured out what the Joker did to you, he isn’t sure how much to reveal. How much will just add to your already obvious terror. So, instead, he says, “It’s gonna be okay. Just let me call Bruce, and he’ll be able to fix this. Wait right here and I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You nod as another fit of laughter overtakes you, your face momentarily morphed into a wide, toothy grin. But as soon as it passes, the fear returns. However, this time it doesn’t last long. Even before Jason can walk away to make the call, you begin to laugh again. There isn’t much time….

Jason squeezes your hand then hurries off to the far corner of the room. There, he pulls out his phone and quickly dials a number from memory. The phone begins to ring. And ring. And ring.

He curses to himself and mutters under his breath, “Answer your phone, goddamn it.”

Finally – finally – he hears the phone pick up followed by a gruff, “Anything?”

“I found her. We’re in the abandoned office building next to the river by the park. But you need to get here now.” From behind him, the laughter has become almost constant. And in those few brief seconds when it stops, he can hear you sobbing in fear.

“Did he hurt her?”

Jason takes a deep breath as he tries to steady his voice. “She was dosed with Joker venom.”

Silence. Then, after a beat, “Which version?”

“I don’t know. But even if it’s the non-lethal stuff—” Jason can’t say it. He has seen the horrific aftermath of the victims of the Joker venom more times than he cared to remember. And even those who survived it usually ended up with brain damage or worse if they didn’t receive the antidote in time. “Will you just get your ass over here? I know you always carry the cure with you for emergencies.” 

“I’m on my way. But Jason–”

“I know,” he snaps, his voice cracking. “Just get here.”

He hangs up, turns back to you, and his heart sinks. Your hands are clasped tightly over your mouth yet the constant almost inhuman laughter can still be heard spilling from your lips. Jason can see the first signs of the manic, unnatural smile the serum causes starting to peek out from behind your hands, though it seems impossible for someone to be able to smile that widely. And your eyes… your eyes are the worst part. Because without the smile, all Jason can see is the absolute terror shining there. Unable to stop laughing long enough to speak, your eyes plead with him to help you as tears stream down your face but until Bruce arrives he knows there’s nothing he can do. 

Walking over, he pulls you into his arms. Your entire body is shaking with the force of your laughter. He tries to hold you still as much as he can, but it does little to help. Soon, you’ll start convulsing and gasping for air, but the venom won’t let you stop laughing enough to breathe properly. If Jason doesn’t get you help by then, you’ll suffocate on your own laughter. Just one more victim on the Joker’s ever-growing list. 

Squeezing his eyes as tightly as he can, Jason silently begs.

Please, Bruce. Hurry.

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Joker's New Girl - Joker x Reader (SMUT)

(Mention of past Reader x Grabber) Summary: Reader is dressing up nicely to match her boyfriend, Joker. He approves, they get a bit of intercourse going on, and J swears to take revenge on the ex who treated Reader badly.

Fandom(s): Joker/Marvel & Black Phone (2022) Pairings: Joker x Reader (Mention of past Reader x Grabber) Rated: Explicit Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content. Reader Curses. Reader got the hots for J, mention of past relationship/bad treatment(kidnapping)/reference to the insomnia fic with the Grabber)/Implied Reader being badass/ Implied Grabber is Murderer and J is unaware.

The hum of machinery filled the air, a constant background noise in the modern factory where you stood. Everything around you gleamed with cleanliness, not a speck of dust to be found. You felt both out of place and perfectly at home as you began to slip into your new costume.

It was colorful, designed to be both provocative and playful. The tight corset hugged your curves, its vibrant hues of red, green, and yellow contrasting sharply with the white lace that adorned it. Skintight thigh-high stockings followed, patterned with bright diamonds, each one shimmering as you moved. Over these, you donned a short, flouncy skirt that barely covered your hips, teasing glimpses of bare skin just above the provocative leggings beneath.

"I just want to look good for him," you murmured, examining your reflection in the polished metal surface nearby. The revealing cut of the costume, combined with the playful clownish design, felt both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

As if summoned by your words, the Joker appeared in the doorway, his green eyes taking in every detail of your appearance. You froze, heart pounding in your chest, as he drawled, "Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Your lips curled into a smile, warmth spreading through you at his approval. He sauntered over, green hair catching the light overhead, the red of his suit a stark reminder of the danger that lurked beneath his seemingly playful demeanor.

"Really?" you breathed, allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every detail of your new attire.

"Absolutely," he purred, closing the distance between you. His hands found your waist, fingertips dancing along the exposed skin just below the hem of the costume. You shivered at his touch, aching for more.

"So I did good?" you asked, seeking further validation from the man who had become your entire world. “We match now?”

His laughter bubbled up, sudden and unexpected, but you knew it wasn't genuine amusement – it was his unique way of expressing emotion, part of the Pseudobulbar affect he suffered from.

"Darlin', we already match in so many ways,” the last few words came out as a hoarse rasp, his voice dark and seductive. "But I like this. You fit right in my twisted little world."

You sighed in relief, a thrilling shiver running down your spine as his hands traced the lines of your costume, fingers lingering on the lace and satin. You hardly noticed how he started to undo the laces of your corset, loosening it up.

"Thank you," you whispered, words barely audible over the roar of the machinery around you. But he heard, somehow, and grinned that wicked grin of his, green eyes alight with fire.

"Anything for you, my love," he said, his voice low and seductive. His hands slid up your body, slipping beneath the fabric to cup your breasts. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within you that burned with an intensity you'd never known before.

You met his gaze, emerald eyes full of desire and madness. The moment hung heavy in the air, a smoldering ember threatening to ignite a raging inferno. Your heart thundered in your chest, your breath hitched as you looked up into Joker's piercing green eyes, full of desire and madness.

His hands lingered on your skin, the corset loose enough that it slid down to your hips. But he kept his hand still, cupping your breasts, thumbs upon your nipples. An agonizing pose.

Because you wanted more.

"Mister J," you purred, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. "I want you. Now."

His eyes widened for a split second before clouding with lust. "My pleasure, dear," he growled, his voice husky and low.

In an instant, he had you pressed up against the cold, metal wall of the factory, roughly palming your breasts until he drew a moan from your lips. You threw your head back, basking in the bliss of his touch while his nipples finally stroked and pinched past your skin. Your nipples tweaked and desire spread like a hot liquid inside your abdomen.

Joker’s lips curled like a grin against your skin, smearing red paint past the sensitive skin of your neck, covering your pulse in dabs of fake blood.

You felt his hands tugging at the remnants of your clothes. The sound of fabric rustling filled your ears, mingling with the distant hum of machinery and barely registered the chill against your exposed skin because he distracted you, his lips moving up your neck and cheek until they found yours. The kiss hard and demanding.

"More," you panted, consumed by the flames of your desire. Joker obliged, his hands exploring every inch of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He flipped your skirt, pulling your panties aside with an audible tear. You knew they had not survived the action, the lace ripped apart.

Oh well, you’d buy new ones. His fingers dipping into your awaiting wet cunt was more than enough to make up for the loss of your underwear. Your fingers curled in the fabric of his red coat while you gasped, begging him for more and ‘right there’, spurring him on.  His fingers dug into your flesh, claiming you as his own.

"Mine," he growled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine because he sounded so possessive. You nodded, wordlessly urging him on, your fingers already doing a little dance between your bodies to uncover him from his confinement. His flesh pulsed hot and heavy underneath your fingers, the skin flushed and head an angry purple, dripping at the tip. The sight made your mouth water.

He was ready.

You tried to lean forward to take him into your mouth, but a lean hand stopped you by pressing against your bare chest, fingertips brushing deliberately past your nipples once again. You looked up at him, giving him a questioning look, only to meet his smoldering stare.

Wordlessly, he pushed you back up against the metal of the machinery – the metal no longer cold. He hitched your legs around his waist, pressing himself against you. Your world narrowed to the sensation of his cock as it slowly stretched your walls, him filling you – a perfect fit that left you gasping for air.

"Fuck," you cried out, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him. You could feel the grin against your neck, felt his hips snap a little harder against your own.

He set a punishing pace, driving into you with a ferocity that made your vision blur. So deep, so good. You could hardly remember ever having been plowed this good before, feeling his cockhead deep inside, the strokes of throbbing flesh stretching your narrow walls and sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

All that existed was the two of you, locked together in a dance of passion and primal need.

"J.. please..." you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you. He responded with a feral grin, his thrusts increasing in intensity until you were teetering on the edge of oblivion.

You were seeing stars, the feeling inside of you building up to something strong and eruptive. An orgasm waiting to happen, a really good one. You bit your lip but a moan still managed to escape, licking your suddenly dry lips afterwards while your hips tried to meet his. Your pussy pulsed around his hard cock while you fisted the fabric of his coat, hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I’m gonna come,” you managed to bring out, pussy pulsing wild around his cock, already in the process of milking him dry.

The only thing you were aware of was how his cock hit you deep inside. Each thrust another reminder of how everything felt so fucking good. You would orgasm soon.

As you crashed over the edge, you felt him follow, his own release claiming him with the same ferocity that had claimed you. Your body shook, little tremors racked through it as you came down from your bliss, hearing Joker’s laughter in your ear.

In the aftermath, you clung to each other, breathing heavily. Joker cradled your face in his hands, then pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

The cool air of the factory caressed your sweat-slicked skin as Joker slowed his movements, still buried deep inside you. You felt the tender brush of his lips against your forehead, a surprising contrast to the heated passion that had consumed you moments before.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, concern etching lines across his painted face.

"Better than okay," you murmured, running a hand through his now disheveled green hair. "That was... incredible."

He grinned at you, a genuine, warm smile that seemed almost out of place on the face of Gotham's most feared villain.

He helped you to your feet, steadying you as your legs threatened to buckle beneath you. His hands were gentle as he smoothed your skirt until it hid your core once more. He was taking his time to make sure you looked presentable, fastening buttons, helping you with the laces of your corset, and straightening seams until you looked presentable once more.

"Perfect," he declared, admiring his handiwork.

You smiled back at him, grateful for the care he had shown you in the aftermath of your intimate encounter. Joker may have been a monster to some, but to you, he was everything.

"Knowing I have just been inside of you is the icing on the cake," he grinned, his jealous streak showing through by his words and the dangerous glint in his eyes. “Let others gawk at you and know that I am the only one who can ever have you.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, his chest heaving as the remnants of your passionate encounter still lingered in the air. His eyes, usually so full of mischief and malice, were now clouded with jealousy.

"Mine," he said through gritted teeth as a memory rose to the front of both his mind as well as yours. “I’ll forever protect you from the likes of him,” and he didn’t need to say the man’s name for you to know who he meant. Your ex. Albert Shaw. The magician's name left a bitter taste in his mouth so he opted to never say it. "That cheap knockoff clown who dared to call himself your boyfriend."

You shuddered at the mention of your ex, Denver's Grabber. You hadn’t known it at the time when you had started dating him. But you found out when he had thrown you in his basement after you tried to break up with him.

A sadistic monster who preyed on innocence. But that was something Joker didn't need to know about – not yet, anyway. Or he would question how you escaped him.

And you were not ready to talk about that yet.

"I'll make him pay for what he did to you, love,” Joker’s words were harsh, his expression even harsher. “No one hurts my girl."

"Hey," you said softly, lifting your hand to gently stroke Joker's cheek. "At least you put me to bed with a bedtime story and don’t fuck me to sleep,” like that bastard had done.

The corners of Joker's painted lips twitched into a menacing grin, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "You're right, doll," he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. "You're mine now, free from that sorry excuse for a man. And I always protect what’s mine… fiercely. "

"Only yours," you agreed, feeling a thrill course through your veins at the possessive tone in his voice.

"Damn right," Joker murmured, his green eyes seeking yours. You felt you could get lost in their green depths, swirling around for all eternity in a sea of deep emotions.

“I love you, J,” the words came out as easily as breathing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling when he dipped his head forward, making it easier for you to capture his lips with your own.

The kiss was sweet and full of promise. You had found the love of your life; he stood right here, willing to take you along on this journey through life.

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It's Not Funny

Fandom: DC, Batman, Jason Todd, Red Hood, f!reader

Summary: When you are kidnapped by the Joker, Jason is frantic to get you back. But once he finds you, things might be worse than they first appear....

Word Count: 1594

TW: angst, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, poison

Notes: A big thanks to @writercole who requested "Jason Todd with the words afraid, funny, and sleep." Not sure if this was what you were expecting, but I really like what I came up with! I hope you do too! 🥰

Jason tears open another door, curses loudly as he sees the empty room, and takes off down the hall for the next door. He has to find you. Soon. The Joker had grabbed you on your way home from work and there was no telling what he had done to you since then. And if he is too late…

Wrenching open the next door, he freezes as he notices a motionless body crumpled in the corner of the room. The person’s back is towards the door, but he immediately recognizes your work uniform. He is across the room in three long strides, yanking off his helmet, dropping to his knees and sliding the last few inches towards your body. As gently as he can, he rolls you over and lifts you into his lap. 

Physically, he can’t see anything wrong with you. Your hair is slightly messier than usual, your makeup is smudged and running (presumedly from your tears), and the sleeve of your uniform is slightly torn. But otherwise, you look like you could be sleeping peacefully back home in your shared bed. 

Running his fingers across your cheek, Jason murmurs, “Baby, please wake up. Come on, open those gorgeous eyes for me. Or how about one little smile?” But you don’t stir. You just hang limply in his arms, your head tilted back towards the ceiling. 

Trying to swallow the lump in his throat, Jason tries again. “Hey…. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me, but right now, I need you. I need you to wake up and tell me you’re alright. Please.”

He buries his face in your neck, breathing in the lingering traces of the perfume he got you for your birthday. He remembers laying in bed this morning watching you get ready and smiling at him in the mirror as you applied it. Had that really only been this morning? The Joker had only taken you a little over an hour ago, but it seems to Jason that anything that came before he got the call was a lifetime ago.

“J..Jay?”

Jason’s head snaps up. You had managed to lift your head slightly and are staring at him through hazy, half-lidded eyes. He has never felt such relief in his life. He presses his lips firmly against yours before muttering, “Oh, there’s my girl. God, you scared me for a minute there.”

You had kissed him back almost on instinct but now blink in confusion as you struggle to sit up. “Wh-what happened? Where are we?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I was at work. I had just finished my shift and was walking home when—” Your eyes double in size as you bolt upright, the terror of remembering what had happened clearing the fog still clinging to you. “Oh my god! He found me! The Joker! Jason, he grabbed me when I was just outside the apartment.” 

Your fingernails dig painfully into Jason’s arm to the point they break skin, but Jason ignores it. Instead, he runs his hand over the back of your head and softly murmurs, “I know. I’m so sorry, baby. He left a message for Gordan who then called Bruce. That was about an hour ago. I tried to find you sooner, I’m sorry.”

He started to hang his head, but you tilt his chin up. “No, it’s okay. You found me. That’s what matters.” You let out a little hiccupy laugh of relief but then your face falls. “But how did he find out about me? I thought we were careful. No one outside of your family were supposed to know we were dating.”

Jason shakes his head. “I don’t know. But I swear to you, I will find out and it will be dealt with.”

You flinch at the cold darkness in his tone, but don’t ask him to elaborate. You tolerate his more aggressive approach to vigilantism, but Jason knows you don’t approve. However, whoever tipped the Joker off put your life at risk. And for that, they would pay. 

Letting out another small nervous half-sigh, half-laugh, you shift in Jason’s arms. “Can we get out of here? I don’t know where he went or when he’s coming back.”

“Of course.” Jason helps you carefully to your feet. “I’m gonna take you to the Batcave just to have Alfred look you over and make sure everything is alright.”

“I’m really tired. Can you just take me home?” You lean your head against his shoulder as if to illustrate your point. 

Jason kisses the top of your head, takes your hand, and leads you towards the door. “It won’t take long. Just draw some blood, a quick once over, then we can go home. But I need you to stay awake until then. I can’t have you falling asleep on my motorcycle.”

You laugh, the sound loud and boisterous. But almost immediately, you freeze, your hand slipping from Jason’s as you stop walking. In a tiny, quivering voice, you whisper, “Jay…”

The tone of your voice has him on edge. Turning back to you, he asks, “What? What’s wrong?”

“That wasn’t funny.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, so? I didn’t mean for it to be.”

“And I didn’t mean to laugh.”

Just then, another loud chuckle escapes your lips and you clamp your hands over your mouth, your eyes wide in shock. Jason’s blood runs cold as the truth of the situation dawns on him. Taking your face in his hands, he examines you closely. “Did he spray you with anything at any point?”

“Um, yeah. He brought me here and he went on a long monologue–” snort “–but I don’t really remember it. Then he sprayed something in my face and–” giggle “–I passed out. The next thing I remember I was–” chuckle “–waking up in your arms.” 

A loud burst of laughter tears from your mouth. It sounds like your normal laughter but there is a slight hysteric, fearful undertone to it that sends a chill up Jason’s spine. Your lip begins to tremble as you gaze up at him through damp eyes and whimper, “Jason, what’s happening to me?”

Jason didn’t know what to say. While he has figured out what the Joker did to you, he isn’t sure how much to reveal. How much will just add to your already obvious terror. So, instead, he says, “It’s gonna be okay. Just let me call Bruce, and he’ll be able to fix this. Wait right here and I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You nod as another fit of laughter overtakes you, your face momentarily morphed into a wide, toothy grin. But as soon as it passes, the fear returns. However, this time it doesn’t last long. Even before Jason can walk away to make the call, you begin to laugh again. There isn’t much time….

Jason squeezes your hand then hurries off to the far corner of the room. There, he pulls out his phone and quickly dials a number from memory. The phone begins to ring. And ring. And ring.

He curses to himself and mutters under his breath, “Answer your phone, goddamn it.”

Finally – finally – he hears the phone pick up followed by a gruff, “Anything?”

“I found her. We’re in the abandoned office building next to the river by the park. But you need to get here now.” From behind him, the laughter has become almost constant. And in those few brief seconds when it stops, he can hear you sobbing in fear.

“Did he hurt her?”

Jason takes a deep breath as he tries to steady his voice. “She was dosed with Joker venom.”

Silence. Then, after a beat, “Which version?”

“I don’t know. But even if it’s the non-lethal stuff—” Jason can’t say it. He has seen the horrific aftermath of the victims of the Joker venom more times than he cared to remember. And even those who survived it usually ended up with brain damage or worse if they didn’t receive the antidote in time. “Will you just get your ass over here? I know you always carry the cure with you for emergencies.” 

“I’m on my way. But Jason–”

“I know,” he snaps, his voice cracking. “Just get here.”

He hangs up, turns back to you, and his heart sinks. Your hands are clasped tightly over your mouth yet the constant almost inhuman laughter can still be heard spilling from your lips. Jason can see the first signs of the manic, unnatural smile the serum causes starting to peek out from behind your hands, though it seems impossible for someone to be able to smile that widely. And your eyes… your eyes are the worst part. Because without the smile, all Jason can see is the absolute terror shining there. Unable to stop laughing long enough to speak, your eyes plead with him to help you as tears stream down your face but until Bruce arrives he knows there’s nothing he can do. 

Walking over, he pulls you into his arms. Your entire body is shaking with the force of your laughter. He tries to hold you still as much as he can, but it does little to help. Soon, you’ll start convulsing and gasping for air, but the venom won’t let you stop laughing enough to breathe properly. If Jason doesn’t get you help by then, you’ll suffocate on your own laughter. Just one more victim on the Joker’s ever-growing list. 

Squeezing his eyes as tightly as he can, Jason silently begs.

Please, Bruce. Hurry.

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[noforkingclue]

Hey! I’m not sure if you write for Ledger!Joker, but I was wondering if maybe you could do a “loyalty scene” type thing like Leto!Joker did with Harley? But instead of acid, it could be like branding his initials into the readers skin or something? And then maybe some fluff like comfort and reassurance that even though it hurts, he gives reader little kisses and then wraps up the wound and tells her it’s going to be ok! And that he’ll take care of her even with his psycho ways.

(Quote from the dark and dirty prompt list) “It hurts.” “I know.”

Just something along those lines! I hope that’s ok!! Ledger!Joker is my number one favorite DC super villain and I haven’t see many stories of him:)

Note: requests are currently closed

So I didn't make this fic really soft because this is the Joker. So this is still a very fucked up and unhealthy relationship.

Title: Marks

Warnings: the Joker, unhealthy relationship, branding, mentions of suicidal thoughts, Stockholm Syndrome

DC tag list: @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

All you could think about was the pain.

The searing pain in your arm that coursed through your veins and turned your blood to fire. Your mouth was open in a scream but you couldn’t hear anything. All your focus was taken up by the metal searing itself into your flesh.

You were vaguely aware of a surprisingly cool hand brushing itself against your sweat covered forehead. You opened your eyes a crack but all you could see was a white blur. You rested your head against something warm as you felt yourself once again slip into the darkness.

However, a light tap on your cheek dragged you back into the waking world. You were once again forced into opening your eyes only this time your vision cleared. You were lying on a sofa, your arm dangling limply off the side of you. You let out a groan and when you tried to sit up you couldn’t. It was like your body had been filled with lead.

A strong hand placed itself on your shoulder and pushed you back down against it. You looked up into the face of the Joker. A face that terrorised so many people and yet, and yet to you had shown you nothing but a twisted kindness. You didn’t know why the Joker had chosen to save you all that time ago. In the beginning you thought it was just some sick joke he was playing but now you had hoped it had developed into something more.

Hands that had caused so more pain and misery gently raised your arm as he started to clean the brand. Mutters of how he wouldn’t allow this to get infected, not after he put so much work into you.

Work into you.

See, he did care! In his own way, the Joker was capable of caring for others.

You were too weak to do anything but let him clean and dress the branding. A permanent reminder of who you belonged to. Of who you promised to remain by his side even if it killed you or you ended up in Arkham. That was a risk you were willing to take. After all, the Joker had risked so much by making sure you survived, even through the times you wished you hadn’t. Surely that should inspire some loyalty?

A sudden grip on the branding had you crying out in pain and shock. The Joker leant down and grazed his lips against the side of your cheek. A mockingly intimate gesture. He only really did that when he wanted you to do something for him. You forced yourself to look up at him, unshed tears swimming in your eyes. As one slipped down your cheek the Joker raised a hand and brushed it away.

“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he said, “So you’ll never forget.”

[helpfandom]

I write for:

Stuff I write for // Things I enjoy

I WRITE FOR EVERYONE. EVERY CHARACTER.

TMNT. The series I write for are 2007, 2012, ROTTMNT, and Mutant Mayhem / NEW STUFF: First nineties movie! TMNT 14 (first movie as well.).

Batman: Batman the Animated series, Christopher Nolan Trilogy, The Batman 2004, 90's batman films [1989 to 1997].

Spiritfarer: A steam game about loss. I recommend it.

Killer Frequency: Another steam game, but about saving people from a killer.

Borderlands: Borderlands 1, 2+ Tiny Tina's DLC, 3+ All DLC, Tiny Tina's wonderlands, Tales from the Borderlands.

Barbie: Only accepting Platonic currently. The barbie movie only as well.

Stardew Valley: All except for Vincent and Jas. tf is wrong with you.

Portal: 1 and 2.

What Remains Of Edith Finch. (NOT writing fanfiction for, just enjoy it. I may write an analysis or something of the like. I would love to talk about this to be quite honest.)

Glitter Force: I know it's a niche community.

The anime 86. It's about the military. iykyk.

Girls and Panzer. iykyk.

Overlord: The anime and Overlord the Undead King Oh!.

Demon Slayer: I haven't finished yet though, so I will reject them until I am finished.

Tinkerbell: The movies only. Neverbeast broke my heart. :'[

Jim Carrey CHARCTERS: I have seen almost all of his movies and dear lord I love Jim Carrey. :]

Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood.

Steins; Gate. (And Robotics; Note)

The Devil is a Part-Timer!

Glitch Techs

Television Show Suits

UglyDolls [The movie]

Rise Of The Guardians / Guardians Of Childhood: the movie and books included!

Penguins of Madagascar

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Batwheels

Gravity Falls

I'll update this as I think about it

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Almost Eye To Eye - Joker X GN (Tall) Reader

Title: Almost Eye To Eye

Joker X GN (Tall) Reader

Additional Characters: Batman (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon!

WC: 1,138

Warnings: Reader is 6 foot, Joker being Joker, "threats" teasing, taunting, slight insecurity mentioned, grumpy J, slight suggestiveness, mini angst, unsuspecting kiss, and fluff

You stared into the almost black eyes of your Joker, arms crossed with a slight smirk on your lips. He stared right back, trying to intimidate you as you had distracted him from his planning. But, it wasn't your fault that J would plan for hours and hours. You just wanted to spend some time with him. It was hard when he'd leave your home for days upon days only to come home and hide away in the office you gave him and plan his next chaos-filled action. And this whole staring contest was because you couldn't stop rambling about the one-inch height difference between the two of you, distracting him from his work. You just loved how close in height you were, teasing the Clown of Crime about it often.

"If you don't stop staring at me..." He paused, licking his lips, "I'm going to have to make you." J's voice rang out deeply, unnerving.

You just continued, his words getting less menacing the more he spoke, "And what exactly will you do?" You asked, half-lidded eyes leaving his own and trailing over his features; his painted face, his nose, cheeks, mouth, and scars. It was all quite beautiful really. He was beautiful. From the way his eyes glinted darkly at you to the way his almost shoulder-length, green hair shined in the sunlight that shone through your window behind him. Either way, it suited him and you loved every bit of it.

His lips quirked up slightly, and a menacing look engulfed his entire face as he leaned closer to you, "You won't like it." He spoke slowly, and you rolled your eyes, your smirk growing.

"Oh? And what makes you think so?" You challenged, stepping forward until your noses were practically touching. Joker stared at you, narrowing his eyes as he let out a small huff before turning away and sitting back down at his desk, making you laugh lightly. "J, honey, you know you love me."

He didn't answer, but you knew what the answer was. You leaned the palm of your hands on the desk, leaning over as you stared at Joker's work. Normally, J wouldn't back down from a fight, but this time he seemed to be ignoring you. He did this rarely, but when he did, it took a bit for him to open up again. You smiled down at him and rolled your eyes, biting your bottom lip. You moved around the desk, standing beside J's chair as you peered down at his paperwork scattered across it. 

"You know I love you, right?" You muttered, only to get no answer, like always. You didn't mind it though. You knew Joker cared about you, and you hope to some extent it was love. Why would he stay at your home, put up with you, and come back to you... If he didn't care? Why would he kiss you so passionately, hold you protectively at night in the same bed, and love you if he didn't? It didn't make sense if he didn't. And yet you found yourself clinging onto each word he said; even after his anger or annoyance had simmered away. "J?" You murmured, not knowing what else to say. Finally, you heard him hum, still refusing to meet your gaze; his hair covering the side of his face.

You wandered behind him and his chair, pulling the fluffy scrunchie off your wrist and onto your hand. Slowly, as if to pick up or pet a cat, you moved his hair from his face. Joker tensed as you pulled his hair up and tied it up with the scrunchie, fashioning him a small ponytail. Joker almost growled, but quickly held it in, turning his head slightly towards you before letting you pull away. With a sigh, he looked down at his papers once more.

"You look beautiful." Your tone softened, and Joker froze. You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders from behind, the soft fabric of his purple shirt soothed you as you leaned your chin gently on the top of his head. When he didn't move, you continued, "And your hair out of your face is a bonus, now you can continue working without it getting in the way." You spoke softly, pressing a quick kiss to his scalp. 

"You are trying my patience." J finally spoke up, drawing out his words, and you hummed, nuzzling your nose into his hair. 

"So what am I supposed to do instead? Sit here and watch you work? Because that's not gonna happen." You chuckled quietly, rubbing your cheek against his head. Joker sighed heavily and continued to loudly scribble on the paper before him with his pen. “Your mind amazes me.” You sighed.

"You're impossible." He groaned, and you laughed, kissing his temple.

"But you love me anyway." You whispered, and again, you got no answer. Taking in a big breath, you let out a sigh, before you slid off him. Wandering back beside him, you peered down at him with a small smile. "Well, I guess, I'll finally leave you in peace. I just wanted to spend some time with you before you left off into the night to try and stop the Batman." You shrugged, before turning to leave when suddenly you felt something pull your back and around, J's hand tightly clenching around the back of your shirt.

Eyes wide, you stared at J as he stared right back up at you. Saying nothing, he trailed his hand up your side and grabbed onto the collar of your shirt, pulling you down and smashing his lips against yours. A shock ran down your spine, and you gasped softly, allowing J to deepen the kiss. The kiss broke when J pulled away, turning back to continue his work. You stood there for a moment, frozen and blinking, before your brain finally caught up with your body.

A wide, lovesick grin stretched over your lips, slightly splotched with red and the tip of your nose white with greasepaint, you practically skipped out of the office, feeling happy and giddy from the kiss. You plopped on your couch, legs up against your chest as you fiddled with the necklace J obviously stole for you. Your lips tingle and burn from his kiss. You giggled slightly and shook your head, grabbing the tv remote and turning on a favorite show of yours.

You missed J a lot when he hid in the office, but you treasured all the time he did spend with you. No matter if he spent an hour with you or a whole day, you wouldn't trade the moments you spent together. The thought made you smile, and you soon found your attention drawn to the television once more. You couldn’t wait until J was done working. 

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“Gotham Masterlist”

Jerome Valeska🃏

Jerome with Gordan’s daughter - “Star Cross’d”

[justanoasisimagines]

The Joker and The Temptress (1/?)

Summary; After robbing the Mob, Joker crashes into her. His world is turned upside down. He's besotted from the moment they meet. His Temptress, he doesn't know why but he's going to keep her anyway. Pairing; Joker x Female Reader (Temptress) WordCount; 1,659 Warnings; Use of Y/N (Although it won't be in the second part), kidnapping, murder, strong language! A/N; If you liked this, the second part will be posted next Sunday! Also, as always my requests are open! My guidelines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banners and the divider!

A busy Arkham street in the middle of the day can appear to be like any other. Taxis deliver people to their destination. People talk animatedly amongst themselves. Traffic was hectic.

However, for Y/N it was anything but. Her heart raced as she pushed through and swerved people on the sidewalk, keeping her face forward.

She could feel his presence lurking behind her like a monster in the night. She broke out into a light jog in an attempt to gain some distance between them. She was in danger. No safe place to go. No visible place to hide.

Running from a crazed ex wasn't something she'd intended to do today. Yet a decision to have a sandwich for lunch had forced her to this. Then she found herself running again. As history decided to repeat itself.

She'd gotten away once. She could do it again.

Joker pressed hard on the horn. Paitence wearing thin. He needed to get away. No one decided to move. In a fit of rage, he slammed his fists down on the steering wheel three times, before he decided to swerve into the other lane of traffic, pressing hard on the accelerator at the side of a clear road.

As Joker drove down the long straight, he relished in the freedom. He'd be gone in no time. When a woman carelessly wandered into the road. It was clear she wasn't paying attention. Her head turned back. Unaware a speeding bus was heading towards her.

Joker had been focused on his mission A pang in his heart. Stop! His mind told him. She was a beauty. A shining light. A beacon.

He had to have you.

The bus collided with her forcing her to the ground. Joker wasn't concerned. The hit wasn't too hard. Joker opened up the double doors as he exited, taking one step at a time.

Y/N's eyes flickered up. Her body was sore, and her ankle hurt. Her eyes flickered over to the side, her ex stalking towards her. Someone cast a shadow, she glanced up a man in a blue suit wearing clown makeup loomed over her.

Could someone give her a fucking break?

With all her might, she attempted to drag herself away. She couldn't give up now. Her attempt was futile. The clown pulled her into his arms, she was quick to fight back, throwing and flailing her arms and legs around. Who did he think he was grabbing her like that?

Joker remained conflicted. He didn't know what he was doing. Which was usual, but he'd never felt himself so compelled to protect another person before. She struggled against him, as his grip tightened.

"Oi, don't you touch her." Joker rolled his eyes in response. Now her actions were explainable. She was running from him.

"I don't have time for this. So I'm going now." Joker intended to walk away. The woman trembled in his arms. When the man stepped forward, she leaned into Joker. There were no other options available to her. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Literally.

"Drop her freak." Joker's next movements were swift. Placing the woman down on the bonet of the bus. He caged her in his arms. She leaned back in response.

"Shh, Shhh, Shh. I'm not gonna hurt you, Sweetheart. Are you running from him?" She nodded. Joker turned swiftly, he placed his hand in his pocket.

"Now give her to me."

"She's mine now." In a fit of rage, the man launched himself into Joker's space. The man lunged at Joker who at the last moment pulled the knife from his pocket. Staggering back, the man's face dropped as he covered his stomach. Joker crossed the short distance, as he stabbed the man repeatedly. Until he dropped to the ground.

Y/N's screams were piercing.

Joker turned back to her. From paralyzed by fear to utter desperation. Desperate to get away, she launched herself off of the bonnet, landing on her sprained ankle. She fell to the ground in pain. Yet she stood and attempted to hop away. Joker stood back and admired her. He liked her fire.

"Sweetheart, don't you run from me, I'm not gonna hurt you. Besides I killed him for you." Joker captured her in his arms, she thrashed around.

"I like that fire in you Sweetheart." Joker's raspy voice whispered into her ear. Her blood ran cold. Her fight and desperation became rejuvenated as she screamed and battled.

The crowd did nothing.

Joker would have torn them down either way. His brain was conflicting. He couldn't think straight. What was he doing? Why had he become so taken with her?

Joker didn't know. He was going to protect her; anyone who dared to hurt her would perish.

Stepping onto the bus, he dragged her to the driver's seat. As he took a seat, his arms tightened around her waist. Positioning his feet on the accelerator and brake. Using one hair, he moved the hair away from her shoulder.

"Have you driven a bus before?" Y/N shook her head. "You're about to. Turn on the ignition." Y/N's hands trembled as she turned the key. "Good, good. Now I'm gonna control the pedals, while you drive the bus. This is gonna be so much fun!" With no choice. No route of escape, she placed her hands on the wheel. "Keep going straight. There we go!" Joker rested his head on the top of her shoulder, slowly tapping on her hip.

"Forgive me beautiful, I didn't ask for your name. My name is Joker, but I'd prefer it if you call me J." Y/N swallowed, her throat dry. "Come on sweetheart." "Y/N" "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman I'm going to give you a name for me and me only. What should it be? Turn right here." Joker contemplated for several moments. It had to roll off the tongue, something fiery. It had to show everyone she belonged to him. Darling? No? Treasure? Way too plain. Beautiful? She is beautiful and even though he'd cut anyone who called her that. But no! Buttercup? Sugar? Wildcat? Little Mouse? No! No! No! No! A lightbulb might as well have lit over Joker's head. Temptress. She'd lured him in. She called to him. Temptress indeed.

"Temptress." It was smooth off of Joker's tongue. For another forty-five minutes, they drove in silence. They drove until they reached a dust-abandoned lockup. "If you run, I'll catch you. I'm going to place you right here while I'll lock this away." Joker proceeded to haul the duffle bags into the lockup. Temptress did not move. Temptress looked around the old lock-up. Joker had placed her on a piece of wall. There is no point in attempting to escape. She couldn't run, she had no idea where she was. Her shoulders slumped she leaned forward resting her elbows on her thighs. One moment she was fleeing her deranged ex, the next she'd been hit by a bus with a man wearing clown makeup who called himself the Joker. Said man didn't think twice about murdering her ex in the middle of the day? Was she having a nightmare? She tapped the side of her head several times. A pair of hands overtook hers, blocking her from hitting herself any longer. She didn't look up, she knew who it was. He'd quickly become infatuated, but what would happen if he grew tired of her? Surely he'd kill her.

"No, no Sweetheart, you or no one else gets to hurt you," Joker remarked as she glanced up at him. His brown eyes had softened a little. "What about you?" Temptress didn't know where the courage had come from. Joker felt thrilled it was the most he'd heard her talk. Her voice was angelic, a beautiful melody he'd longed to hear. Joker made a mental note to get her to talk more. It was going to take time. She needed not to fear him first. Joker grabbed Temptress's face by the chin. She refused to look at him. Eyes moving around, not focusing on a particular area. Using both hands, he forced her to look at him. "Look at me Temptress…Look at me." Her eyes landed on his brown ones. His rough calloused thumb rubbed her cheek. "I'm not a planner. I'm like a dog chasing a car. If I caught in I don't know what I'd do with it, but you are something special. I don't know why. I don't know how but all I know is you and me are something. I'm not gonna hurt you as long as you don't run. Don't run from me." Temptress nodded as he raised from his crouched position.

Joker needed to locate a safe space to sleep. His usual spaces were no place for someone as special as his Temptress. He'd also need medical supplies the ankle needed to be strapped. He needed something. He couldn't take her to her in case the cops were watching. "Temptress, we need to go find a place to lay low for a while. Someplace safe." Temptress glanced up at him, she knew a place. There was no way he'd ever agree to it. Her hand tapped on her leg repeatedly observing every move. She knew there was no getting away. She couldn't control a thing, yet perhaps he could listen to her if she brought up a viable suggestion. "I know a place." Joker's eyes snapped up as he approached her slowly stalking his prey. "Go on." She swallowed attempting to locate some salavia for her dry throat. "I have a house located in the woods. It's supposed to be a holiday home, but I always keep it stocked with clothes, and food just in case things get bad in the city" Joker's eyes widened. His Temptress was already proving useful. Now all he had to do was get them both there.

[rosiestalez]

Hello readers and snoopers. I wanted to make a post about rules, upload schedule, and a little more things

Rules-

•This is the internet I can’t control what others do on here, but I don’t tolerate hate of any kind, so if I see any of it on my page you’re getting blocked.

•I prefer that you be 18+, and I will tag it as such.

•I will write for anyone that are fictional characters, I get real uncomfortable writing for real people especially because sometimes they have partners and we need to protect our peace.

•Please assume F!reader unless stated! I’m sorry I only write for what I know! Feel free to request gender neutral, nonbinary, or male and I will try my hardest!

•Characters under the age of 18 will be aged up to around my age or older (I’m twenty).

•I don’t write about S/A or abuse, but a character may have a past, but nothing will be mentioned. This is a safe space!

I believe those are all the rules, if not I will keep this post updated!

Schedule-

I am in college, and I am super duper busy with the start of my Junior year. I want to post at most twice a week preferably Sunday and Wednesday. This isn’t set in stone, but I know consistency is KEY!! If I miss an upload there will most likely be an explanation as to why in the A/N. I like to take breaks to avoid burnout, as a college student and a writer it will be inevitable so I apologize in advance.

Others-

I write on my phone, so grammar and formatting errors may occur, I use Chat GPT to help with grammar, but it flags me for violating community guidelines. So I’m sorry.

At the moment my inbox is open so I am taking requests. Please read rules before messaging me.

I think that’s it! If I have anymore to say I will keep this post updated! Thank you all for your time!

-A🫶