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35. Joker - Safe With Me

*Warning: I’ve incorporated characters from both Gotham and Suicide Squad. Mention of Violence. Abuse. Legal Age Gap. Whatever else is considered a warning.*

Synopsis: After one of the most intense beatings she’s ever experienced by her father, Paisley runs away; only taking a pre-packed backup with her and ditching her cell. Not wanting to go to the Joker, afraid of what he’d do to her father if she did, she goes to an abandoned building instead. But being the property of the Joker means that he knows where she’s at at all times.

* Paisley’s p.o.v *

It was the worst it had ever been before; and even though it had been two hours since I had just experienced the most gruesome beating in my life, the pain was still fresh. The bruises formed almost immediately, and there were popped blood vessels in my eye coloring the white part red. My face was sticky with old tears, new ones adding to the mess as I looked at the mirror in my room. I hadn’t done anything wrong that warranted this type of outburst, in fact, it had nothing to do with me at all. Apparently, dad was going through some things at work that had him considering leaving Gotham; which I found out meant that he might lose his job if he stayed. He was so stressed out that he drank too much before coming home to take his drunken frustration out on me to make himself feel better.

   I moved some of my blonde hair out of my face; dry blood had crusted into my hair from the cut that it hid. My other hand reached up and touched my busted lip, wincing as I felt the sting of how fresh it was. I tried not to look at the thousands of bruises littering my body or the sharp pain in my ribs that might indicate a broken bone. The only thing I could think of the entire time I cried and looked at my wounds was that I couldn’t do this anymore, and that I deserved better than what I was getting. So I quietly opened my closet door, listening intently to the television downstairs, then grabbed my pre-packed bag out from underneath a few extra quilts and blankets. I was never worried about dad going through my belongings, I was worried about Freddy going through my things and finding stuff that I didn’t want to have to explain to him or my dad.

I didn’t plan on taking my cell phone with me, so I made sure to block the Joker’s number and hope that when I did see him again, he’d understand. I even deleted our messages so no one could go through them when they realized I was gone. I opened my underwear drawer and pulled out a wad of cash that I had been saving up from allowances. Once I had everything that I needed, I opened my window and crawled onto the extended tree limb that normally helped me sneak back in after my nights with Mister J. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I took off down the streets as quietly and quickly as I could. I didn’t want to catch anyone’s attention. All I wanted to do was get away from this man who was no longer my father.

    There really wasn’t anywhere I could go where someone didn’t recognize me; the whole city practically knew who my dad was, even the criminals knew. I’d go to the Joker later but right now, I was afraid of what he’d do once he saw me in this state. In the meantime, I dodged anyone I thought could recognize me and call home to inform my dad that I was wandering the streets of Gotham late at night. After some time, I had managed to walk my way into some abandoned building that I’d never noticed before. Glass covered every inch of the ground, mixing with the gray sand and dead grass, all of the windows were boarded up and I wondered if maybe the windows were broken on purpose when they closed down. It also could have been teenagers breaking in, similar to what I was doing. I could read the sign that was painted on the moldy bricks because it was too faded.

  “God,” I mumbled, “This is definitely how people die.”

  But even that was a better fate than being alive and beaten.

Taking a large breath, I made my way into the building. There were no lights on but the small cracks in the foundation allowed a few slips of moonlight to give me direction. In the distance, I could hear a small bubbling sound coming from a room. A green, illuminated light peeped underneath the door that contained it. Swallowing hard, I shuffled to the door and pushed it open; an eerie creek echoed off the empty, damp walls. Leading through the room was a high pavement of metal that looked wet like everything else in the building, however, surprisingly it wasn’t rusted. I placed my foot on the metal carefully and listened for anything that would indicate I’d fall to my doom. When I was reassured that it was safe, I started walking further into the room. Underneath the walkway were enormous vats of green, steaming liquid that I recognized easily; the only reason I knew what it was was because of the lesson we did in chemistry class. It was acid. I was quickly reminded of Harley’s beginning, how it all started for her here. Part of me always wondered if the Joker kept me around to fill in the hole Harley left, if he really cared about me at all or was he doing it all to help him then toss me to the side. I was afraid to tell him that, to see what his reaction would be. Would he hit me like my father did when he was angry? Would he just leave me? Would I ruin something that I considered perfect in its own way?

    I eventually made it to the edge of the path and peered down at the rolling acid beneath me. I remembered telling Mister J that I didn’t want to end up diving into a pit of acid and becoming the new Harley, and he had been okay with it but I still wondered if that were the case. Sighing gently, I sat down and let my feet dangle over the edge. The drop looked further than it probably was, like if I was peering down at the mess beneath me from a tower. More tears slid down my cheeks and I buried my head into my hands as I started to sob uncontrollably like I had at home.

Time seemed to speed by while I sat alone, crying and wallowing in my own self pity. When I was officially cried out, I wiped all of the tears away as well as the small amount of snot bubbling at the end of my nose. I was so preoccupied that I didn’t notice the door opening or feet approaching me until I had a feeling someone was standing behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, sending a rush of fear rolling through my body. I was afraid that my dad had found me here and that I would receive more than what I’d gotten earlier. But that fear was tossed out the window when I heard the Joker’s voice.

   “What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, angry by the fact that I had blocked his number.

 “I just needed some time to think,” I whispered, never making eye contact with him so he couldn’t see my face.

  “You blocked my number,” his breathing was huffier, angrier, “Is that your way of telling me you’re done with me?”

  That time, I couldn’t even form the words to explain myself. All of the emotions resurfaced as I began to choke on sobs again, covering my mouth to quiet them to no avail. Mister J kneeled beside me, gripping my shoulders hard and forcing me to look at him. His eyes were cold and hard, dangerous and calculating; probably all of the ways to kill me. Then they softened and relaxed when he saw the condition I was in.

  “I had to leave,” I cried, “It was so much worse than…than before. And I had to block your number so he wouldn’t see I’d been speaking to you, in case he found me.”

 “Why didn’t you come to me, Paisley?”

 “Because I don’t want you to kill him! He’s my fa-father!”

I buried my head into the silk of his shirt, gripping the leather of his jacket while more sobs escaped. Drool started gathering onto his shirt creating a wet stain but he didn’t say anything. Instead, Mister J wrapped his strong, thick arms around me in comfort while brushing my hair with his fingers. When his fingers found the blood tangled in my hair, he froze but still kept whatever was brewing in his head to himself. Once again, I felt cried out so I pulled away, wiping away the drool and tears from my face as well as his shirt, at least the best I could.

  “I sh-shouldn’t have blocked you,” I croaked, “but I didn’t know what else to…to do. I’m so tired. Drained.”

  Mister J sat beside me, keeping his arm around me firmly.

 “Luckily,” Mister J muttered, his voice still rough with anger, “I know exactly how to find someone when I need to.”

 “How did you find me?” I asked, sniffling.

 “Someone I work close to saw you walking down the street with a frightened face. I figured it was because you were scared of me finding you but now that I’m looking at you, I know that wasn’t the case.”

  Mister J pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and clicked around before putting the phone to his ear. I stared up at him, wondering who he was calling right now.

 “Frost,” he said, answering my unspoken question, “Go to Paisley’s home and collect the rest of her things to bring back home. And take her dad too.”

My eyes widened and I tried to tell him no or anything else that would get him to leave my dad alone. When he hung up on Frost, I pushed him off of me angrily.

“I told you I didn’t want you to kill him!” I snapped.

  Mister J stared at me with a large grin on his face. His silver teeth glowing in the moonlight and the green, illuminating acid. I shook my head; it felt like he wasn’t taking any of this seriously. I climbed to my feet and grabbed my pre-packed runaway kit then started to leave. Mister J was quick to his own feet and grabbed my arm to keep me from leaving.

 “He hurt you and he continues to hurt you. He wants to take you away from me too, and I can’t allow that. I won’t allow that. As long as you and I are together, Paisley, you belong to me, and I won’t allow anything to happen to you like with Harley. Especially when I could have put an end to it. I listened, I didn’t go near him and I didn’t kill him like you asked but enough's enough.”

  My bag slipped off my shoulder, hitting the metal with a loud thud.

 “But I…what will I do?” I whispered.

 “You’ll come stay with me like we’ve talked about.”

 “People will come looking for me.”

 “We’ll fake your own death. They’ll think you and your dad died.”

 “What if I want to go out and get coffee or just for a walk or to pick something up?”

 “Then you’ll go with the guards so they can watch and protect you, otherwise, you’ll be with me. You’ll be safe, Paisley.”

I wiped away the remaining tears and looked up at his icy blue eyes with my own. He was watching me, reading everything he could off my face to see if I’d agree or not. How could I say no? He’d always taken care of me before, he listened and didn’t act when he discovered my dad was beating me or that he wanted to take me out of Gotham. Mister J had never given me a reason to distrust him, even his anger and the way he acted sometimes didn’t scare me because he didn’t take his anger out on me. In fact, he treated me like a princess all the time.

  I reached out and took the hand that wasn’t grabbing onto me. It was covered in tattoos and thick calluses. I led him back to where we had been sitting and pulled him down beside me. I rested my head against his shoulder and sighed. Our outer thighs touched and I kept our hands entwined with one another.

   “Okay,” I said, “I’ll come stay with you. But I swear to God, if you ever lay your hands on me the way he did…”

  No more words left my mouth as Mister J burst into laughter, the sound stretching across the room creating an echo.

  “I’m serious,” I protested.

 “I know,” he laughed, “that’s what makes it hilarious because you think I’d stoop so low as to hit someone as pretty as you.”

  “You’re so unlike yourself when you’re around me.” A giggle left my own lips.

 “Is that so?” He hummed.

I nodded.

And it was true too. Everyone knew how the Joker really was to people; he was a ruthless killer who had no problem manipulating his way out of any situation so he could get what he wanted. But that had never been the case with me; he had approached me, he asked me to be with him, and he continued to see me afterwards without asking for anything besides my loyalty. I didn’t even have to get him out of Arkham when he wound up in there, I just had to promise to come see him on the days I visited my mom and had to be with him once he got out. It was like our relationship was purely based on a need for someone to love him because he didn’t have that anymore. How he ended up falling in love with me was still a mystery but I knew how I fell in love with him. And I didn’t regret being in love with him. If Mister J swore he was going to take care of me and treat me the way I deserved to be treated, then I didn’t mind the darker side of him.

   “Paisley,” Mister J called out.

  I looked up at him and hummed in acknowledgment.

   “I love you.”

  It was the first time he had ever said that to me before. I smiled, nibbling on my bottom lip as I felt happiness erupt inside me.

  “I love you too, Mister J.”

  He climbed to his feet and held out his hand. I didn’t hesitate to take it and he easily pulled me off the metal platform. Not another word was spoken between the two of us as we left the abandoned building. And for the first time in a long time, I knew I was going to be able to sleep peacefully without the fear of being woken in the middle of the night to be punished.

 It was refreshing.

Taglist: @w4nt-h1s-d1ck @leaveitbythewave @ellatitanium @gaymistakeboi @erika-solic @weepingwitchofthewest

[freckles-things]

Introduction / Masterlist

So, I guess it's finally time to introduce myself. It might be 7 years too late, but better late than never, right?

Julia | 25

Pan, so this blog is lgbtqi+ safe :)

This is my side blog, so I follow and like from @potterheadandsherlocked

I love writing, art and travelling. I also enjoy reading and appreciate photography and architecture.

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I am open to meeting new friends/mutuals and talking to others on a personal level. Please do not send unsolicited nsfw messages or content to me.

This blog might contain nsfw content, and is not suitable for users under the age of 18.

Asks: Go nuts! Question about my works? Yes! Request for a little drabble? Sure! Imagine requests? I will try, but I am a very slow writer. :’) 

Fandoms I write for: Criminal Minds; NCIS; BBC Sherlock; BBC Merlin; Harry Potter; Good Omens; The Sandman; Enola Holmes; Bridgerton; Outlander; the Black magicians guild; Top Gun; Supernatural

I also write for celebrities as long as they haven't explicitly stated that they're uncomfortable with it. If in doubt just message me and I'll let you know if I know who the person is and if I will write for them.

The same goes for fandoms. If there's a fandom not listed here you can always just ask. Chances are that I might know the show/film/etc. and feel confident that I might be able to write for the requested characters. The above list is just an indication for the fandoms I'm definitely comfortable writing for.

Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner

Camera Roll Materpost

Criminal Minds

Losing the Shadows (Aaron Hotchner x reader) | part 1 | part 2

In the Eye of a Hurricane (daughter!reader)

Imagine Hotch comforting you (platonic)

Imagine embarassing Hotch in front of the team

Imagine giving Hotch a sassy answer

Imagine secretly dating Hotch and him always teasing you when the team is around

Imagine Hotch looking at you walking towards the altar

Signs of the Past (Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader)

Derek Morgan

Of Dates and Cases

Imagine Derek calming you down (platonic)

Imagine being best friends with Derek and pranking Reid (platonic)

Something Domestic

Spencer Reid

Imagine having a nightmare and calling Reid (can be read as paring or platonic)

Imagine meeting Reid and going to be his best friend (platonic)

You are Weird | part 1 (platonic)

Imagine Reid trying to save you from an unsub

Imagine surprising Spencer on a hard day and giving him a backrub

Imagine Dating Reid

David Rossi

Imagine bickering with Rossi

BAU!Team

Out of Time (BAU!Team x reader) | part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Moodboards

Harry Potter

Severus Snape

Imagine duelling with Severus Snape

Draco Malfoy

The Beauty of your Smile (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Imagine Draco always sending you hidden messages

BBC Sherlock

James Moriarty

Imagine dating Moriarty

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock stopping work at crime scenes to answer your text

Imagine Sherlock telling you that he loves you

Imagine being Sherlock's and John's roommate

Stolen Love (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Fantastic Beats

Imagine having a pet niffler

NCIS

Nightly Disturbance (Jenny Sherpard x Gibbs)

Anthony DiNozzo

Imagine being Tony's best friend and getting sassy with Gibbs (platonic)

Ziva David

Being best friends with Ziva would include

Abby Sciuto

Imagine Abby calling you in to help her with a computer problem to McGee's dismay (platonic)

The Joker

Imagine the Joker having a soft spot for you

Lucifer (TV)

Lucifer Morningstar

Rescued by the Devil

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TDK (NOLAN'S BATMAN) TRILOGY AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR TDK TRILOGY

Bruce Wayne

Jonathan Crane

The Joker

(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

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Also, if you're wondering, requests are ALWAYS open and you're welcome to leave one or multiple. Just remember to read my rules and pick a request type from this list.

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Mirror, mirror on the wall" - Keoghan!Joker x Detective!Reader

[TW: scars, mentions of past abuse]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: A scar is not equal to another scar. Despite that, survivors are pretty much the same. Joker meets a detective who's not so easy to impress or intimidate.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.6k

A/N: got inspired by playing 'Still Life' for the hundredth time. Old game but still great and highly replayable.

Gordon wasn't one to joke around, especially when it came to the life and safety of Gotham and its citizens. Still, you couldn't believe he was absolutely serious:

"Look as much as I hate to say it if there’s someone who can get some sense out of that madman, it’s you," Gordon confessed.

He's been at this for the entire week, no matter what excuse you gave him. Normally, he would be a lot more civil and drop the subject the moment you said "no" for the first time but, unfortunately for you, he was a little too desperate. You knew he simply cared and felt like there was nothing else he could do to push the investigation forward. It was that uncharacteristic pushiness that made you question your own will - if there truly was no one else and Gordon was crumbling feeling powerless, maybe you could take a leap out of your comfort zone and into the deep, dark chasm of uncharted trauma.

"Why me, Gordon?" you asked in a weak voice. Truthfully, you weren't sure why you were even asking him that question - you knew perfectly well why.

"You've been through shit, detective. Shit I can't put into words. You got a good look into a psycho's mind and came out alive. You survived history's worst and that changes people."

Elegant euphemisms were one of the reasons Gordon was so good with people. He knew that "change" barely scratched the surface of what happened to you.

"What about your bat partner in crime?"

The officer stood with his hands on his hips. He shook his head slightly before answering you.

"Batman may be good, really damn good but he lacks your self-control. Get him in a room with that guy and he’ll scream and bang on the glass like he did with the Riddler. Maybe even worse. And that ain’t gon’ get us anything useful out of him."

Gordon was right. You knew that, although didn't want to admit it as admitting it would rid you of all of your excuses and you'd have to face and make use of something that murdered a part of you years ago. A scar had to become a medal.

"Alright," you said quietly. Gordon's shoulders momentarily slouched. "I'll try but no promises."

"Good enough for me. Thank you, detective. I know how much this costs you."

"No, you don't, Gordon."

He didn't try to argue or reason. There was no way in which he could relate to your experience - to that dark basement and rusty chains. Although it gnawed at him, that he couldn't offer genuine understanding and sympathy to someone he cared about, Gordon was secretly relieved, even happy, that he was unable to. He saw how those terrifying days changed you, made you into an entirely new person and he lived in fear of what they would have done to him.

You would live a happy life never stepping foot on Arkham Island. The barbed wire, neogothic buildings, unkept gardens - all of that painted a grim picture of an already unwelcoming place. Arkham Asylum looked like Tim Burton's theme park joke was taken too far.

"My condolences, ma'am," the guardian who was leading you said. "Over here, we do everything not to end up in the same room with that freak and you came here willingly."

"Wouldn't call that 'willingly'," you said under your breath. Had Gordon appeared any less desperate or powerless, you wouldn't have agreed.

"Warden Sharp agreed to one hour interview," the guardian continued. He stopped in front of the door to the visiting room, his hand resting on the door handle. "If you need more time, your supervisor gotta send in a query. I know you probably know all the rules but I'm still required to tell you them, so: don't touch the divider, don't provoke him, don't hand out any prohibited objects. The guards are authorized to step in and immediately end the interview should they deem the situation dangerous for either party. Good luck with whatever you have going on, detective."

The guard gave you a sympathetic look and pushed the door open. For some reason, the lighting was outstandingly dim inside the room. While the side where the prisoners sat was bright, the visitors could barely see anything on theirs. Without a hint of anxiety in your step or facial expression, you entered the visiting room.

Once he got to see your outline in the corridor lights, Joker's eyes kept following each of your movements and microexpressions. Even when the bizarre darkness made you disappear for a moment, it felt as if he was still capable of seeing not only you but through you. There was a mischievous yet amused smile on his face. His visual did not terrify you - it no longer could. One simply cannot get scared of clowns after playing statues with the Devil himself.

"I'm a detective with the Gotham Police Department," you said as you sat down and pulled out the file you brought. "We're investigating recent bombings happening throughout the city."

"Sorry, sweetheart, can't remember making anything go ka-byool lately." His handcuffs rattled as he waved his fingers to accentuate his point. Joker's hands were drenched with already dried blood. That sight hit a little too close to home for you but you took a calm, deep breath and didn't let your sudden uneasiness show.

"Maybe not you but one of your old friends possibly had."

You pulled a few papers stuck together with a paperclip out of the police file. Carefully, you slid the small dossier through the small opening in the Plexi divider. It was a very 'train station booking office' design.

At the very top of the papers was a mugshot. The picture presented a heavily tattooed man with a bizarre haircut and a harelip: Cooper, who used to be something akin to an underboss before his boss, Joker, got locked up. Curiously, Cooper seemed to literally vanish off the face of Earth as soon as that happened.

Joker barely spared a glance at the picture when he voiced an opinion with utmost certainty:

"Nah, it's not him."

He pushed the papers back towards you with disinterest. It shouldn't be surprising: he surely knew more about Cooper and his possible associates than the police did. You couldn't tell him anything new.

"What makes you say that?" you asked. Joker only laughed.

"He's an absolute, complete, useless moron. He lacks the, hmm... " he paused looking for the right word while waving his hands, "sophistication for something this big."

"And yet he was your go-to for so many years. How did that work out?"

"Darling, you know what's great about working with idiots?"

"They don't ask questions?"

"Oh, you were so close!" he exclaimed giddily. "They don't question."

Were all antisocial people so nitpicky?

Although the building was old and made of stone, the air inside was very warm. Feeling a little hot, you rolled up the sleeves of your shirt, reluctantly presenting the very thing that made you eligible for that lovely interrogation you were conducting: various burns and scars left from chains digging into your skin. At least once a day you considered getting full sleeve tattoos to cover them up but it wasn't considered exactly professional among higher ranked police force. You didn't need another stigma following you and your career.

"It's you." Joker cackled with mysterious satisfaction. Was he expecting you? Truthfully, it wouldn't be so surprising: your survival made national news and the demimonde, directly connected to your capturing, could only be equally interested. "Please, indulge me, princess peach."

"How about you tell me what you know about the bombings and I'll tell you about what gives me sleepless nights."

"Aw, you're trynna tease me, officer?" His pronunciation of the title was at least mocking. It didn't impress him one bit and neither did the badge. "I don't like teases. They ruin the fun."

"Treat it as a fair exchange. Intel," you pointed at yourself first, "for intel." You pointed at Joker to make your point.

"And what if you're boring, princess peach?" he asked with a whine in his voice. "Who will guarantee my fun time?"

"No one," you answered with a shrug. Although that wicked smile never left his face, you thought that a shadow of viciousness appeared in his eyes. Something about your aloofness was getting to him. "You either play with fire or there's no deal. Just you and your sad little life in your sad little cell. No fun for either of us."

"Risky business, princess peach," he sang to you.

You had to make him cooperate somehow or anyhow. Momentarily, you leaned closer to the Plexi divider. The tip of your nose was nearly touching it. Joker's smile only widened.

"You tell me what I want and I'll tell you everything you want to know," you said quietly. "Every darkest, most fearful memory I have. You want to hear what he did to me and how? How loud I prayed to God to finally kill me? First, you gotta tell me about Cooper and who he could be working with."

Joker was quiet but appeared very cocky in his silence. For a moment he was simply staring at you, his eyes studying your face - he was evidently waiting for something.

"I'm looking forward to our little dates, sweetheart."

It was suspicious to you that between you and Joker, he was the one imprisoned and yet he seemed to be the only one enjoying himself. He wasn't stupid - he knew you needed him more than he needed you. In fact, he probably had figured out that if Gotham's police goes to him for help, you must be in a really hopeless place. Joker was going to milk your little arrangement as much as he could - that you were already certain of.

[80s4life]

Arthur Fleck & The Joker Jealousy Headcanons

Word Count: 477

Status: Requested!

Ask: If you’re down, I’d LOVE some possessive/jealousy headcanons for Joker+Arthur because I’m a sucker for the trope hehehe 🤭

@: A smoking hot anon!

A/N: Hopefully, I read this correctly, and placed them as separate people!

Fandom: Joker 2019

Relationship: Arthur Fleck x Reader, The Joker x Reader

Warnings: possessive tendencies, insinuations of sexual activities, claimed ownership, fluff, jealousy, horny Joker

Masterlist DC Universe Masterlist

{gifs are not mine, credits go to original owners -> @animusrox @stuart-townsend}

Arthur Fleck:

Artie is more laid back at first. If anything, he comes off more proud than jealous. What can he say? He knows you're gorgeous, but you're all his, so what's the bother in fighting over it? He knows who comes home with him at the end of the night.

Now, if the situation is different and people who are flirting start making you uncomfortable, Artie has little tolerance and self-control.

He'll come up with excuses like needing you somewhere else or pretending he hadn't known where you'd ran off to, only to stand either beside or behind you, hand on shoulder, and blue orbs staring holes into your suitor's unwanted attention.

However, there are many instances where simply no one is flirting or even remotely interested in you, but they're very brief if that.

There'll be cases where Artie hasn't seen you for a long time, he's tired, or just extra clingy; anything and everything will piss him off and he'd want you all for himself.

He's actions typically are the same, finding excuses to make you leave, and then becoming a jolly little child after he's finally got you in his grasp.

He'll briskly apologize after all is said and done, though. He knows when he can be a little too...Artie.

The Joker:

Almost a perfect example of polar opposites, yin and yang, black and white, Joker is by far different than Arthur.

He's jealous, extremely so, and is not too keen on making his actions light and subtle.

While he still knows that you only have eyes for him, Joker doesn't like anyone's eyes on you and believes you should only be for him to marvel at. This causes many arguments between you, but you ultimately can never refuse him as you tend to see from all sides and know he only wants the best in a way.

Joker asserts himself in drastic ways when jealous, walking up to innocent civilians or potential suitors and just laying his hands on your hips, head dipping to capture your lips. He basks in the utter shock of the random viewers and even holds your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away. Always the charmer.

When, in most cases, no one truly wants anything more than innocent chatter, and Joker senses the person's presence for too long, he's not too nice at pulling you away.

He'll stomp up to you like a child, even, grab your hand, and stomp away if need be. Or, his hands are all over you, undressing you with his eyes and hands playing at things he really shouldn't in public.

In any of these cases, even if the night ends in an argument, he always makes it up to you in intimate settings. He's got a kink for being punished and he's no better than a man.

[iraniq]

RAVINGER

A.N. My fave Joker story so far. Contains gore, torture and mentions of suicide.  Read with caotion!

Everyone knows the Joker went ballistic after the tragic death of his fiancé Melisa Wayne. He was known to be insane before, but now he is unstable to say the least. He maintained appearance and a specific level of style, that came with his class. The suits, the jewelry, the hair. The purple Lamborghini, all custom made, paid with the blood money he made.

No one knows how he met Melisa. Some said he kidnapped her, some said she was tired of being raised in the glass castle with golden chains. She was never harmed and was often seen shopping with Oswald and Ed. Even baby clothes trips for Two Face's youngest adoptee Janus. Even Dr. Crane was seen with her on one of the fancy underground parties...

Then one night, one simple, chill late spring night all changed. The city woke up with the screams of the dying and blood was raining on the streets. Melisa was dead. And he went after everyone. Some suspected gang war, but T monster's last will, read 2 days after the Blood Morning, swore he was innocent and pleaded his people to leave Gotham for good.

Penguin and Riddler was missing. Probably ran away the same night, since they were the closest with Ms. Wayne.

Freeze was found half melted on the street with the scalp of his wife stitched to his hand...

Two Faced survived the longest - 3 days. Ended up setting his house on fire and burning in it with his wife and 4 children. People suspect he drugged them to bring them calm and burned them all to spar their corpses of the wreckage.

Nightwing and Batgirl were hanged and gutted in the backyard of the Wayne mansion... right on the sunset of the 4th day, when Mr. J announced to all Bryce was Batman.

Some suspected The Bat killed his own daughter after he found out she was pregnant with the Joker's kid.

The butler, Alfred was also missing.

There was a firm graffiti from Red Hood. There he confesses that he was Jason Todd, former Robin, who gave up on Batman after he was not too much pleasant than the Joker who almost beat him to death, right before he took off his mask and recognized his old time friend. He said that The Joker is beyond reason, that all citizens must evacuate, people must leave Gotham, and leave him be for his remaining time on Earth. It said he is leaving and will help the evacuation.

5th day was the quiet before the storm. The city was full of police and military. No one listened to Jason. Most ended up chewed to death by Killer Croc, who was Mr. J's personal pet on drugs. He experimented with the poor being to the moment where it  answered only to him with little to no care of it's own life.  Oswald and Edward came back, offering themselves to save the people.

Some people suspected they were responsible for Melisa's death, but if they were the Clown would not accept their offer.

Om the 6th day at noon most people were evacuated, some chose to stay, Jason went back to be with his friend, although some people plead him to leave. He responded with "he has no one, and he was there for me when i had no one". That was the last time someone saw or heard of him.

Dr. Crane was there too... too drugged by his menace gas to be adequate enough, he helped the joker make a zombie like army to scout around the city looking for alive people...

The cruel, but rather beautiful paled man with vivid green hair, silver teeth and always sharp purple outfits... looked more like a homeless drug addict now... dark messy hair, skinny, limping... he put so much make up on his face he looked grotesque...

Two weeks after Day one, as people called Blood Morning. Gotham got a radio signal. Single message from and unknown voice, saying "it is over" then muffed crying and radio silence.

When the police came back thy found literal wreckage of the city, took them almost all day to find the source. The message came from under the Wayne manner... in the tunnels... single big cave... untouched. An old man was sitting on the ground, crying. The police identify him as Alfred Pennyworth, Wayne Family butler. And later reviled as Batman's assistant. He was inconsolable. He kept on rambling and had to be sedated. The cave was untouched, so was the house.

People suspected it was because this was where she lived. One more week of cleaning and assessing the damage. The new mayor spoke with the poor old man.

People say that the young man came out of this room 10 years older... People suspect that whatever the old man had said must have been horrible... Alfred never spoke again and in 3 days passed away peacefully in his sleep. He was named hero. All consider the poor man who fathered orphan billionaire child was the one who killed the Joker. Since Melisa was too attached to the old man for the Mad Clown to kill him.

No one knew that after their conversation the mayor wrote everything down in an attempt to get it of his head... only he knew his wife accidentally saw it and could not take it and drown herself...

No one knew, he burned the note and was the one who cut the ribbon of "Pennyworth" memorial, appointing the everyday people who do good as the real heroes. People say, Gotham is safer now, the safest city even.

No one knows that it was the mayor who paid a gang to set the Wayne manor on fire, burn all evidence. No one knew one of the kids found Alfred's voice recorder on what happened...

 < i am so sorry, so so sorry so sorr ... *cuts in tears*

I had no idea it would have happened like that, to whoever finds this, please take my life at sight, i cannot live like that anymore... *coughs*

She... Mel came back late again... Bruce was not at home... i spoke to her, she seemed agitated. We had just... *coughs* received an anonymous note on who her secret boyfriend is... Joseph... son of Jack Napier... the original Gangster named Joker. This one... he was born bleached skin... *laughs* I... i could not believe it.. i yelled at her, could see the pain in her eyes, i never yell at her... i would never… *cries* we argued... we were at the stairs... oh God... my baby... j am so sorry… *cries again, coughs* i got her hand, was trying to get her in her room, her dad was about to some shortly. We were gonna sit and talk... but she was no 14 years old girl anymore... i... i pulled her too much, she pushed away she... *laughs* she fell... *cries and laughs* she fell down the stairs... my baby... *cries*

It happened on … on last day of April…. She …. *cries* I barely listened to her … I never do these days … I am so consumed by the DAMN BAT’S VENGANCE *yells* I barely pay attention to my other child …. *cries* I raised her, she is …. She is my baby *cries* I … *recorder drops on the floor* *recorder is picked up* I didn’t listen … she said she love him, I asked how could she, after all his dad did to hers… kidnapping young Ms. Vale and forcing her to birth him a son … she protested, said Vicki ran away from Bruce… and was in love with the old gangster … this girl *coughs* she kept on speaking … I was so mad … I grabbed her hand … *muffed sounds* I … *cries* she fell … *coughs* I … might have pushed her … it was an accident I swear … I … *coughs* God spare this world … *cries*. He … he came the next morning, it was too early … no … Bruce came back in several hours, found me holding her already cold hand … I just nod my head … I could not say it … what I did *coughs* … *cries* they are both my children … *coughs* The Clown came in several hours … Walked through the door. Yelled “papa I am home” and laughed …. She must have told him… although Bruce suspected he knew way before that and that’s why he seduced Melisa … he was asking for her … he saw us … looked … that DAMN BASTARD LOOKED LIKE HE IS *yells and coughs* looked like he was at his own place … then he said, he was here for the breakfast … Bruce had no idea what he was talking about … she might have said something about it … I did not listened *cries* the Clown explained Mel wanted to gather us all to meet and to have an official meal together…. he even took his jacket off to show he had no guns *cries* he had come in the house of his greatest nemesis unarmed, out of the love for my granddaughter the one I … *cries* Bruce said she was indisposed, the clown said “yah I know, it has been  while” then I knew … *several seconds of silence* and right after me … he knew as well. He spared no time in talking, hit Bruce with the vase and kicked me in the guts.

We woke up in a cell in the cave the same night. He came back … was even paler, his face looked like his nerves had been frozen in some weird sad mad grin… he had locked us and went on a killing spree, starting with the nearest houses, the streets were in literal … *cries* he gutted monster T strangled him with his … *coughs* insides, since he always smiled at her …. *voice shaking* he brought a radio, and emergency line was ongoing telling every detail, he said he gave them their life back, but they must tell everything every little detail. He was completely mad … I had no idea he was sane before … everyone thought he was … *cries* the 2nd day he tortured one of his best friends and his wife, he could not stand them happy … he killed her, made him watch … then sewed her face on his … the news said it different, but I know what I saw, he showed us the pictures he made *cries* every time he killed a person he cut a piece of Bruce … cooked him and ate him … in front of us … he was inconsolable … was looking for the Riddler and the Penguin… Two Faced killed his family and burned them, to spare them the pain … he knew the monster would come for his children … on the 4th day we awoke with the hanging  Richard and Barbara … he had written “Bruce Wayne is batman, and non of them can keep his kids alive” *cries* he cooked Bruce’s leg that night … with mushroom sauce… *cries*

Jason came at some point, tried to reason with him, they talked, screamed, Jason gave up and left … *coughs* was allowed to leave. I don’t know in which life hey were friends … *cries* I don’t know how it all went down …

On the 5th day Os and Edd came in the cave … they offered their lives … were brutally …. Were killed I wanted to look away, but he made me … they looked each other, smiled even … *cries*  the tenderness and love in their eyes … *coughs and cries* he had the same expression hen he came to look for Melisa that morning *silence* …  they saved the city, because of them almost all manages to escape … *coughs* whoever stayed was a pray for Killer Croc, he was drugged with something, poor creature *laughs* I wished him death for so long, but when I saw what the Clown did … dr. Crane was there too, Joker tortured him into madness, he made him kill his clone … his own son and laughed about it laughed while repeating how much Melisa liked the little boy … Bruce … Oh Bruce *cries* he was dead … I don’t know when it happened *laughs* the bastard kept on eating him …

*coughs* he was changed … he ate … we ate the last of Bruce and the last night, 6 days after it all started he confessed he made a deal with a demon out of this world … right after he knocked us out … he asked for the strength to kill everyone involved in her death … the demon said the price is great *laughs* the Bastard just shrugged, his wish got granted, the price … the price… *laughs then cries* he was rotting alive … he had no need of me to live, could kill me … but no *laughs* had to make everyone suffer and barely hurt me. The next morning he untied me… he wore so much make up and his hair was almost all fallen of … he smiled, his teeth were all gone, he then started screaming and his cheek fell off … *cries* I begged him to kill me … then he said “no”, he just sat next to me, said nothing, we stood like that, for 5 min or 5h I don’t know, a black smoke came ... I shat my pants, he just laughed … then this wild disconnected from the world man, got up, fixed his suit and said “ I am ready “ and walked into the black mist. Before he disappeared at full, he told me the radio is working and I can let everyone know it was over … I stayed there for a long time, hoping to die … but I did not, my greatest pain was that all suffered because of me … *laughs* it all went down *cries* because I refused to listen to… *cries* then I called the radio… I got saved from the slaughter … and so many more died *cries* please … whoever finds me, just save me from the misery … end my life … I am recording this, since I don’t know how long I will be consciousness or alive … but I … *cries, laughs and cries again* I am so sorry my dear … I am … *cries* *recording disconnects*       >

 No one knows it was Jason who found the shocked boys on the verge of madness and shot them, setting the mansion on fire himself.

People suspect Jason Todd, known as Red Hood, killed himself by poison after witnessing his only true home burning in flames.

No one knows it was Jason who found the shocked boys on the verge of madness and shot them, setting the mansion on fire himself.

People suspect Jason Todd, known as Red Hood, killed himself by poison after witnessing his only true home burning in flames.

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Gotham is an environmental NIGHTMARE⚠️

This may be a really niche topic, but my degree is currently in Environmental science, so this is on my mind constantly.

Think about it:

The Joker is constantly messing with the air quality with his "laughing gas".

Poison Ivy's pheromones are definitely going to end up in the water supply.

Killer Croc lives in the sewers? Imagine having to deal with a sewer emergency and your boss goes "Dammit Waylon. Again?"

He's not even the only person who lives in the sewers canonically.

Bruce Wayne is constantly flying private. Don't even get me started on Batman and the Justice Leagues carbon emissions...

The Joker is constantly crashing planes/ cars into Gotham Harbor. You know that water is polluted beyond repair. Imagine having Aquaman step in because all the fish are in Gotham are dying...

Not to mention, Batman's rogues are constantly poisoning that water supply.

The Rogues' are also poisoning themselves by working out of old abandoned buildings that are riddled with asbestos....

On the topic of my girl Poison Ivy...

Can you imagine having this woman in class? Freshman year she teaches the hardest intro level botany course offered. You spend every week going to her office hours hoping to pass her class, then a decade later she is bullying you for not remembering the exact equation for photosynthesis while you clean up the mess SHE MADE. The drama.

Might write a fan fic about this in the next couple months. Comment if you would be interested!

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More stuff from my day as Jason Todd incorrect quotes:

Jason, talking to batman: Okay let's play a little game, you tell me why you think we should let the joker live, and I'll try to guess what fucking drugs you're on.

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32. Joker - Tell Me Again

* Warning: I incorporated characters from both Suicide Squad and Gotham, some violance, attempted sexual assault, some blood, kissing, legal age gap, bullying, whatever else is considered a warning because I’m bad at warnings *

* Paisley’s p.o.v *

Wet sneakers squeaked harshly against the tiled school halls as students made their way through the building. It was the end of the school day, and rambunctious teenagers were shuffling their way out of the building to enjoy the start of their weekend plans. I was shoving books into my backpack while listening to Freddy go on and on about his family’s plan to travel to Long Island and visit their ailing grandmother. Freddy had mentioned to me, through tears, that he wasn’t sure when she’d pass so they wanted to spend as much time with her as physically possible. Even though I knew I should have been listening more closely, I wasn’t really interested in hearing Freddy tell me about his weekend plans for the third time today. Instead, I just kept placing my belongings into my bag while mindlessly tuning him out, only humming once in a while to make him think I was more interested than I actually was.

  “You aren’t really listening, huh?”

 “Mm-hm.”

   The sound of my locker door closing snapping me out of my daze as my eyes widened at the realization that he had asked a question. He was watching me with a slightly arched brow.

 “Sorry,” I apologized, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

 “No apology needed,” he laughed, “I’ve been going on and on about my weekend plan, I never really asked you what yours was.”

 “Nothing really. Probably just sit at home, watch some boring drama, and read.”

Of course I had plans but they were with the Joker so I couldn’t just give that out. I’ve done pretty well so far in hiding my relationship with the criminal clown and I planned on keeping it that way.

  “You could always come with me to my grandmother’s, if you want,” Freddy offered.

 “That’s okay,” I assured him, smiling kindly, “sometimes it’s nice to spend the weekend alone. I’m able to relax and ease the stress from the week.”

  “I can understand that. You know it’s only been a month since you’ve been allowed to come back to school. I never asked how you were feeling.”

He didn’t ask, so I never bothered telling him. Honestly it was stressful; there were a lot of things I had to catch up on even though it didn’t feel like I’d been gone for long, and despite the class load I was catching up on, there was also the problem with Daniel and his friends eyeing me down every chance they got. One time I even thought they had followed me so I made a detour from my house to the police station.

  “Maybe it’s just me,” I muttered, “but since I’ve been back I feel like Daniel and his friends have been watching my every move.”

  As if right on que, just as Freddy and I walked out of the school building, we saw Daniel standing by his friends staring at me. His arms were folded across his chest, and while most of his wounds had healed, there were still some deep, purple bruises on his face. The bad bruises would take longer than a month to completely go away.

I could hear Freddy visibly gulp as well as gripping the straps of his own book bag.

  “He might still be mad at you,” Freddy said, causing me to look at him, “you know, because you embarrassed him when you beat him up.”

 “He started it.” I couldn’t even stop the childish words coming out of my mouth even if I wanted to even if it was technically true.

  Freddy and I started walking towards the street so we could head to my house and do some homework. He didn’t have homework, no one normally did during the weekend, he was just kind enough to help me with the work I missed. It wasn’t that I needed the help, honestly I could finish the work all alone, I just didn’t want to. On the way back to my house, we stopped at Starbucks to get a little pick me up since it’s been such a long, drawn out day. Freddy got his normal order which was an iced coffee with almond milk and caramel drizzle while I got my typical, boring order: a vanilla, iced latte with caramel drizzle. I guess we both loved caramel. With our coffee in hand, Freddy and I made our way down the block to my place. I was fortunate to have a Starbucks so close to where I lived; it made it easier to get a cup before my therapy sessions or when I wanted to study, a nice place to relax outside of my bedroom.

   I pulled my keys out of my bag and unlocked my door, letting Freddy go before me so I could relock the door once inside.

For the next few hours, Freddy and I tackled the piling pieces of school work that was crowding my bedroom desk. Fortunately for me, we were able to get most of it down because Freddy remembered going through them in class and was able to tell me about it. By the time he had to leave, I had ten more assignments to do out of the thirty. So overall, it was productive and time well used. When Freddy was gone, I stayed in my room waiting for my dad to come home. He always came home before going back to work and spending the next two days there.

  I picked up my phone and went to my messages with the Joker, silently thanking that my dad wasn’t the type of parent to snoop through my phone when I was asleep. As I smiled down at the previous message he’d sent me, just a simple goodnight, I sent him a new one. It had been a while since the last time we spoke; a week if I remembered correctly.

Paisley: Where should I meet you tonight?

   It was short and to the point which was the result of many of our messages. And unless he was busy working, he always messaged back incredibly fast. A little ding came from my phone, the flashing light telling me that I had a message.

Mister J: The park.

  Short and to the point.

 He didn’t even have to tell me which park, I already knew he meant Gotham Park. It was normally dead in the evening time, no one bothered to go there because the woods made it incredibly eerie for the average person.

Just as I finished reading his message, the front door was opened and closed. I could hear the sound of my dad’s heavy shoes assaulting the carpeted ground as he made his way into the house. He’d be here for almost an hour so he could make himself a lunch box that would last for the next two days, gather some clothes in case he started smelling too ripe for his and his colleagues liking, and whatever else he’d need. I left my phone on my bed and made my way down the stairs, just wanting to see him before I couldn’t.

  He stood behind the kitchen counter already preparing himself a sandwich. His eyes looked up at me when he noticed I was standing at the entrance.

 “How was school?” He asked.

  There was no warmth in his words, and I knew he wasn’t asking because he cared, he simply wanted to make sure I wasn’t stirring up trouble again.

 “It was okay,” I answered, “I’m catching up on everything I missed.”

 “Good.”

He turned around and opened the fridge, pulling out the Dijon mustard then going back to his sandwich. I sat down at the kitchen table and folded my hands in front of me. I liked our relationship more when neither of us spoke to each other. It was almost as if we were normal, that we didn’t harbor any dark secrets from our friends. It was almost as if he loved me again.

  “I’ve been thinking,” he muttered, catching me off guard, “maybe we should leave Gotham.”

  My eyes widened in shock. I pushed a bit of my blonde hair out of the way.

  “Wh-where would we go?” I questioned.

 “Back to Texas.”

  “What about mom?”

   I could see his bicep flex as he clenched his jaw which was a normal sign that he was getting annoyed with all of my questions.

 “Don’t worry about your mother.”

 “Don’t worry about mom? You’re talking about leaving Gotham! Does that mean you’re leaving her too!?”

 “Paisley!”

 “No! You always do this! You never want to tell me anything and that isn’t fair. It’s normal for me to have questions! That’s a normal family!”

  He slammed his butterknife down and glared at me, “we aren’t a fucking normal family!”

He came around the counter inching closer and closer to me. I took several steps back until I was standing in front of the kitchen entrance again. My tiny fist balled into a fist as I felt waves of anger and fear. It was never my intention to piss him off, I just did that naturally by still existing. I watched as his nostrils flared, his dark, cold blue eyes staring down at me before a quiet sigh left his mouth.

  “Go to your room, Paisley,” he said, “I don’t want to see you.”

  “You never do,” I muttered, turning on my heel and running up to my bedroom.

  I laid on my bed, my arms spread out as I stared up at my rotating ceiling fan, listening to the noises coming from downstairs as I waited for him to leave. In the meantime, I thought about what he said about leaving Gotham. There were so many things running through my head: Would mom be coming with us? Would he be divorcing her if she can’t come home with us? What about my siblings? What about the Joker? He surely wasn’t going to be okay with that at all. He’d made it pretty clear that I wasn’t allowed to leave, that I practically belonged to him now. But I couldn’t not tell him, he’d find out eventually if my dad was serious about the move. There was also the question as to whether or not everything would go back to normal. Would I be beaten almost everyday like I was here? Would everything be normal again? I just didn’t know and he wasn’t going to tell me.

 About an hour later, I finally heard my dad leaving the house. He wasn’t going to tell me bye, and I was use to that, so I waited until I heard him pulling out of the driveway. When he was gone, I peered over at my alarm clock and saw that it was almost nine o’clock. Who would have thought time would go by so quickly?

I shot the Joker another message saying that I was heading to the park, not even bothering to check his message when I heard the ding echo throughout my bedroom. Instead, I brushed out any knots in my hair and touched up on the small amount of makeup I’d chosen to wear today. Opening my drawers, I took out some clothing for the weekend and placed them into my bag. I just used my school bag, it didn’t make people wonder why I was out so late; they either thought I was heading to the library or coming home from the library. People in Gotham were nosy. After I sprayed myself down with some of the Joker’s favorite perfume, a perfume that he kept in stock in case I ran out which was nuts considering it was pricey, I gathered the rest of my staying the night items and headed out the front door, locking it behind me. I peered down at my phone, reading the message the Joker sent me, before being on my way. For the first time in a long time, I was happy and there was a genuine smile on my face.

   Halfway to the park was when the real problem started.

 “Well, well.”

  My body froze and I refused to take another step forward. I immediately recognized the voice, and I nearly cursed myself outloud for not paying better attention to my surroundings. Turning slowly, I came face to face with Daniel and only one of his four friends. That was a relief in itself.

 “Paisley Mayflower,” he chuckled, “what are you doing out so late?”

 “Fresh air,” I lied, “not that that’s any of your business.”

The longer it took for me to see the Joker, the more aggravated I grew. Which I’d learned wasn’t a good thing, even my therapist noticed it when she tried to hint at something I didn’t want to talk about. Boys, my family, my dad.

 “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day,” he hissed.

 “What do you want?”

 “Payback really. Getting your ass kicked by some psycho freak who’s barely even 5’5” does some harm to your reputation.”

 “Especially when that person’s a girl,” his friend added, not really helping much.

Daniel glared at his friend, who merely shrugged his shoulders. I rolled my eyes. There wasn’t enough time in the day for me to deal with this. And even if there was, I didn’t want to. However, taking my eyes off the violent person in front of me was never a good idea so I had to mentally cuss myself out again when I felt a hand wrap around my neck. He was squeezing pretty tight too, and I could feel the air being pulled from my lungs. They felt like they were on fire too, a burning sensation covering my entire body as my vision started to blur. Mustering as much energy as I could, I slammed my knee into his crotch making him drop me. A sharp pain shot through my wrist as I landed on my ass, catching myself with my hands. My bag slipped off my shoulder momentarily but I just shoved it back into position. Daniel was cradling his crotch as his friend tried to make sure he was okay. It was a tough blow. While they were distracted, I climbed to my feet and took a few steps back.

  “Stop fucking worrying about me,” Daniel hollared, “and grab that bitch!”

 “Right.”

  When his friend looked up at me, I took off running. I could hear the sound of their shoes slapping against the pavement as they chased after me. I was surprised that Daniel was even able to run after that.

  I could feel a bruise forming on my throat, a burning itch in my skin even when I swallowed, trying to moisten my dried esophagus. People watched as I was being chased by two much larger men, no one stepping in to do anything. I just needed to reach that damn park.

As if my prayers had been answered, I made it to Gotham park. I didn’t think they’d follow me in, no one ever came here in the middle of the night. I barely stopped running when I was tackled to the ground, pain bolting through my body as someone heavy sat on top of me. Daniel turned me to face him, throwing my backpack to the side while pinning me down with only one of his arms. His friend, seeming frightened once he realized where they were, stood behind him panting.

  “Get off of me!” I screamed, thrashing myself around.

 “You’re gonna fucking regret that, bitch!” He sneered, “Guess you need to learn a lesson.”

  He started lifting my shirt up and as I tried to scream and pull away, one of his hands clamped over my mouth. My screams were muffled, tears started to spill from my eyes. It was too dark for anyone to notice, and no one would because they avoided the area completely. All I could do was wait. This would either happen before the Joker got here, or he’d walk in on it. Until then, I tried to fight him off as his hands wandered over my exposed chest before trailing down to my jeans. I squeezed my eyes shut, everything going numb until the sound of a gunshot rang throughout the park. Daniel’s movement stopped as birds took off from the trees. Daniel turned around and I peered over to see his friend on the ground with a bullet through his head.

  “Holy f-fuck,” Daniel whimpered.

  Standing beside the deceased was the Joker; his gun pointed at where the other boy had stood, his arm still hanging in the air as his dangerous eyes stared deeply into my own. I could feel the inside of my chest throbbing painfully.

 “Joker,” I choked out, my voice strained from the lack of air and screaming.

It was loud enough for Daniel to hear but not loud enough for the whole world. Daniel turned his attention to the tattooed criminal standing an inch or two away from one of his closest friends' unmoving body. His scared eyes widening at the sudden realization of who murdered his buddy. The Joker’s eyes wandered over to him watching as Daniel tried to put some space between himself and the clown. I pulled my shirt down, wincing at the sudden movement as I felt the aftermath of being tackled and manhandled. Pulling myself into a standing position, fighting every urge to burst into tears with each aching movement, I looked at Mister J. My face felt sticky and wet with fresh tears. The Joker let his hand drop as he made his way closer to me, Daniel watching every step with fear. Getting up to run would be a bad idea, it would just make the Joker kill him instantly. Though I guess it didn’t really matter because he was going to die either way.

   Mister J lifted my chin up with his rough hands, they were cold to the touch. His eyes looked over my entire body taking in all the damage. They lingered a little bit at my neck before he used his thumb to wipe something off my face; I thought it might have been tears he was wiping away but when he pulled his thumb away, I saw fresh blood. He pulled his hand away, and despite his hand being cold, I missed the subtle touch, wanting desperately to pull his hand back to my face. The Joker turned his attention to the still frozen high school boy.

  “Mmmm,” he hummed, approaching Daniel like a predator, “What do we have here?”

  Daniel couldn’t even talk, his mouth was only hanging open but no sound came out. I didn’t blame him, up close the Joker was incredibly intimidating. Mister J squatted down beside him, close enough that he could reach out and grab him. His decorated gun grazed the tip of Daniel’s shoe. I wiped my face feeling the blood under my nose.

 “Cat got your tongue?” The Joker muttered, tapping the gun against the tip of Daniel’s shoe.

 “We…we were just messing around,” Daniel said, his voice quivering, “isn’t that right, Paisley?”

  Daniel’s eyes shifted over to me, pleading for me to save his life. The Joker craned his head back waiting for me to answer Daniel’s question.

 “Well doll?” He questioned, “Should I let the poor boy go because you were only playing?”

  I couldn’t help myself and inadvertently rolled my eyes.

 “What a stupid question?” I snapped, gesturing to myself before crossing my arms, “Do I look like I was playing around?”

 “P-Paisley,” Daniel stated, “come on. We were just fooling around with you.”

  But I ignored him, instead, I went over to my discarded backpack and picked it up then swung it over my shoulder. Joker reached over and ran the gun against Daniel’s chin, his painted red lips stretching into a wider, mischievous smile. His silver teeth sparkling in the bright moonlight.

  “Hmm. I think I’ll take ya home with me. Have a little fun with ya. After all, I can’t have you running around terrorizing my sweet, little girl.”

 Daniel was quick to his feet and started taking off towards the street, his eyes darting back ever so often to see if the Joker was following him. And Mister J wasn’t. He didn’t run after his prey, that just wasn’t him. So I was surprised when Daniel ran right into Frost and some more of the Joker’s henchmen. I couldn’t help but wonder where they came from. Were they waiting over there this whole time? Frost lifts a black pillow case up and wraps it around Daniel’s head before allowing one of the other henchmen to knock him out, using the butt of their gun. Daniel’s body crumbled to the ground and all Frost did was point, telling them to deal with him. No one argued, they just did what he said. While they did that, Frost nodded his head towards Mister J and walked away with the others. That left Mister J and I alone.

  “Let’s go, doll,” he stated, not even looking at me as he headed over to his parked, purple Lamborghini.

I didn’t argue, I just ran after him ignoring the waves of pain bolting through my body.

* Joker’s p.o.v *

The entire car ride back to my place, I watched Paisley out the corner of my eye as she tenderly touched the forming bruise wrapped around her neck. The darker it got, the more it looked like a handprint. Just the sight of it made my fingers tighten around the steering wheel. She hadn’t told me that prick had been bothering her, and now look, she was all marked the fuck up. And that wasn’t even the concerning part of it all; if I hadn’t showed up when I did and came to her rescue, that piece of shit would have done more than just fondle her. I didn’t keep the bastard alive because I wanted to save Paisley from seeing me kill him, no, he was only alive because I planned to do all sorts of heinous things to him. Before he died, he was going to beg me to kill him.

    When we arrived, I told Paisley to wait for me upstairs in the bedroom as I went with Frost and the others to my special room that I normally kept prisoners in. Just as he began to wake up, Frost had finished tying him to the chair and removing the black hood off his head. He blinked a few times as he searched his surroundings, his eyes finally landing on me and Frost.

 “What’s his name again?” I grumbled, approaching him.

 “Daniel Anderson,” Frost answered, “he’s that boy from the video that was on the news a month ago.”

 That much I knew.

  I gripped his dark brown locks between my scarred fingers and yanked his head back so that he was looking into my eyes. There were fresh tears forming over his waterline as he tried to force himself not to burst into tears. It was very manly of him.

  “Almost in tears,” I grinned, “I have to applaud you for trying so hard to be brave despite the position you’re in. Though manliness won’t be getting you out of it.”

 “P-please,” he pleaded.

 “P-please,” I mocked, laughing menacingly, “pathetic.”

I threw him back causing him to topple over in the chair he was strapped to. A quiet thud filled my ears as I heard the sweet sound of my new toy whimpering, silently praying that he’d be saved. Unfortunately for him, no one, not even Batman, would be coming to his rescue.

    In my bedroom, I saw Paisley staring at the large window that overlooked a lot of the city. My house was far from Gotham but not far enough that you couldn’t see it from my high up window. It was a pretty view but definitely not as pretty as the one I was staring at right now. At the sound of my footsteps, Paisley turned to me with a grin on her face. I didn’t move, instead, I extended my arms out welcomingly and she ran into them. Her arms wrapped around my neck while her legs tightened around my torso.

  “Even all bruised up you look pretty,” I chuckled, “shame I had to get you this way though. Poor girl.”

  Her fingers ran through my styled, green hair causing it to come undone. Her pretty, ocean blue eyes never tore away from my own eyes, her smile never leaving her face as she took in everything at once.

  “I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to mine.

 “I’ve missed you too, doll,” I muttered, leaning forward, letting my lips graze hers, “How long do we have together again?”

  “Two days.”

 “Not long enough.”

  And just like that, I saw the light in her eyes disappear as she dropped to the floor. Her hands stayed securely on my chest as she looked away from me. I lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at me. We didn’t say anything just yet, I just walked causing her to move backwards towards the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the thick, king size mattress then pulled her to sit on my thick thigh. She was so much smaller than me, barely even covering up my leg when she was sitting.

  “Something the matter?” I questioned.

 “My dad,” she answered, learning a while ago that I didn’t like liars, “he wants to leave Gotham and go back to Texas.”

  My grip on her thigh tightened causing her to flinch a bit in pain but she never pushed my hand away. I grinned, remaining as calm as possible.

 “He can leave all he wants,” I stated, “but you aren’t going anywhere. You made a promise.”

 “I don’t want to go anywhere,” she replied, “I was hoping you’d have a plan to keep me here.”

 “Of course I do.”

  Of course I did. If that bastard was planning on leaving Gotham with her while she lived under his roof, then I was just going to have to snatch her up right underneath his nose. Slowly but surely I’d just have to move her in, have her disappear so that no one could find her. Anything to keep her here with me.

  “But we’ll talk about that later. Right now, just relax.”

 Paisley nodded her head, her blonde hair bouncing at the sudden movement. A smile returned to her face as she tackled me to the bed with a soft laugh leaving her lips. I chuckled softly, letting her have her moment on top of me. The smile on her face never left as she played with my hair once again. After ten minutes, I flipped us over and pinned her onto the bed; one hand tangled into her hair so she couldn’t look away while the other caressed her chin as my elbow kept me from putting all my weight on her.

 “Mister J,” she said, her voice soft.

 “Hmm.”

 “I love you.”

Her words made my heart throb, it was a different feeling compared to before Harley died.

  I leaned forward, letting my nose touch hers, our lips incredibly close.

 “Tell me again.”

“I love you.”

There was no hesitation when she said it, it was like she already knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid to claim it. I let my lips touch hers fully. She moved them in sync with mine, her eyes fluttering close as we kissed. I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip, earning a sweet moan from her. Her fingers tugged at my hair as the kiss deepened. I pulled away, causing her to whine a little.

  “Again, doll.”

 “I love you, Mister J.”

  I sighed contently before dipping my head back down, allowing my lips to engulf hers all over again. I pulled her close to me, her chest pressing against my own and I couldn’t help but notice her size all over again. God, she was so little against me. When I pulled away again, I noticed that a bit of the red from my lips rubbed off on hers. I just ignored it, nudging my head into the crook of her neck and pressing wet kisses against it. Her fingers dug into my bicep.

   There was a knock at my door and I growled against her skin, opening my eyes and seeing the red on her purple neck.

  “What?” I growled loudly, keeping Paisley pressed against me.

 “Boss,” Frost’s voice called on the other side of the door, “you shouldn’t keep your prisoner all night. Someone will be expecting him home, so we have to get rid of the body quickly.”

  “It’s always something,” I muttered, hauling myself off of her, “I’ll be right back. Stay put.”

Paisley nodded her head, not moving from her position as I walked towards the door. I straightened myself out before opening the door. Frost wasn’t standing in front of my door when I opened it so I assumed he went back down to the prisoner. That was fine with me.

  “One more time,” I said to Paisley.

  She sat up, placing her hands prettily in her lap as she crossed her legs.

 “I love you.”

*Tag list* @w4nt-h1s-d1ck @leaveitbythewave @ellatitanium @gaymistakeboi @erika-solic @amirra88

[demonadelem]

The funny part is that I will always find someone in the fandom that denies the sibling dynamic because B doesn't think of the caretaker as a parent. Buddy, B doesn't need to.

[angelltheninth]

DC Characters + Romance Tropes

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul x Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, flirting, cuddles, misunderstandings, sneaking around, identity reveal

A/N: I haven't done this for DC yet so here goes.

BRUCE + GRUMPY X SUNSHINE

You're one of the few who can see behind his happy playboy mask with ease. You know that deep down he's the complete opposite of what he makes other believe so you take it upon yourself to make him smile as much as you can. It's a little hard when he comes home with bruises and cuts and broken fists but even if you can the tiniest smile from him, a real smile you consider it a win.

DICK + CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS

It was obvious that he had a crush on you for years and you kept waiting and waiting for him to confess. Now you're both adults and he still hasn't made a move on you. At this point you doubt he ever will. It's up to you then. When you ask him out for a movie he tried to sneakily hold your hand during romantic moments but he hid his face during the kiss scene. The last thing he saw coming was you pulling him in for a kiss too.

JASON + SECOND CHANCE

You'd been on and off for a bit before he vanished for years. Honestly you thought he died or something. But the fact that he came to find and talk to you again after all these years warms your heart. He's not looking to start a relationship with you if you're already in one but if you're single he'd love to take you out and see how things go.

CLARK + ACCIDENTAL REVEAL

Usually he's good st keeping his identities separate. Been doing it for years but you kissing him made his brain short-circuit. As soon as he saw you the next morning he mentioned wanting to kiss you again. Only your kiss was with Superman. It was about that time that he wished he could rewind time. Not only did he reveal his identity but he also did it in the stupidest way. This whole time... Superman was a cute dork.

SELINA + FAKE DATING

She's dating you only to have someone to bring to big social events. You barely spend time together when you're not at a party. The only time after that is if you go home with her and she's feeling like cuddling with you. After all it would look bad on her if she's seen bringing other people to her house when she's dating you. She does like kissing you for the cameras, and lately the kisses seem to last longer.

TALIA + ENEMIES AND LOVERS

It was hard enough to decide if you wanted to fight her or kiss her from the moment you saw her, it's even more annoying when she tells you she's only letting you live because she thinks you're too amusing. You were honestly a little hesitant to get in bed with her and with good reason, she could kill you in your sleep. Well that wouldn't be interesting, besides she's not sure she wants to kill you but she does like fighting you a bit too much to make piece.

[undiscovered-horizon]

+ Idle hands are the Devil's best friend + A collection of songs to bring the streets of Gotham to you.

▷PLAY

TRACKLIST:

Message Man - Twenty One Pilots

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

KULT (feat. Jesiah) - Steve Aoki, grandson, Jesiah

In the Shadows - Amy Stroup

Guns for Hands - Twenty One Pilots

Bad - Royal Deluxe

Street Fight - 167 Gang

Machine - Imagine Dragons

Smoke on the Water - 2WEI

Alive - Daughtry

Fire - Barns Courtney

Polaroid - Imagine Dragons

Control - Halsey

Play Dirty - Kevin McAllister, [SEBELL]

Troublemaker - Garena Free Fire, Hidden Citizens, Tyke T, Tim Halperin

Animal in Me - Solence

Villain Of My Own Story - Unlike Pluto

Ave Maria - 2WEI, Ali Christenhusz

Requiem, K. 626: Lacrimosa - Academy of Ancient Music, Choir of King's College in Cambridge, Stephen Cleobury

DARKSIDE - Neoni

Voices - Hidden Citizens, Vanessa Campagna

The Purge - BIG Naughty, GroovyRoom, HAON, Jay Park, pH-1, Sik-K, TRADE L, Woodie Gochild

Daniel In The Den - Bastille

Dream - Imagine Dragons

Four Walls (The Ballad Of Perry Smith) - Bastille

Despicable - grandson

Hungry Like The Wolf (2020 Remaster) - Hidden Citizens, Tim Halperin

Beware of Darkness - Hidden Citizens, Ranya

Can't Go To Hell - Sin Shake Sin

I'm A Wanted Man - Royal Deluxe

Little Poor Me - Layto

Side by Side - BewhY

Mad World - 2WEI, Tommee Profitt, Fleurie

Teeth - 8 Graves

[80s4life]

Arthur Fleck & The Joker Dating Headcanons

Word Count: 688

Status: Requested!

Ask: ✨ may I request dating hcs for Artie/Joker? ✨ 🏖 what’s it like going on dates with them and what activities are done? 🏖

@: a cute little anon!

Fandom: Joker 2019

Relationship(s): Arthur Fleck x Reader, The Joker x Reader

Warnings: insinuations of sexual activities, risky situations, illegal crimes and actions, fluff, Joker (he's his own warning)

Masterlist DC Universe Masterlist

{gifs are not mine, credits go to -> @justiceleague @jokerous}

Arthur Fleck:

Artie is a SUCKER for romantic! The whole deal and then some!

Spending lots of his time watching movies with his mother, especially romantic comedies and dramas, has taught him to be chivalrous, thoughtful, sensitive, and most of all, so kind and romantic!

For the first date, Artie is the simple suit and tie with a matching set of your favorite flowers in hand before taking you on a nice night out around the city and a candle-lit, cozy restaurant dinner. He tries the basics first and loves to hear you talk, so he just let you be comfortable in your own skin, get to know each other, and show each other what you enjoy to do with your free time in the city.

As the dates drone on and the relationship lasts longer than the first few honeymoon-phased dates, Artie still remains romantic, but he's more laid back and calm around you. He still considers what you enjoy and paves the dates to fit exactly that. You like the park, lets have a little picnic. You like the beach, we'll eat pizza on the pier and go swimming under the hot sun. You want to stay in your pajamas, we'll put on fluffy socks and order out while we watch our favorite movie.

He's simply the cutest man to exist and it means all the more to know that the littlest things are picked up and mentioned later. You could make a simple request or joke and you'll find it brought up in conversations; Arthur truly just wants to hear your thoughts on the topic or see that surprised recognition in your eyes.

For the general dating portion outside of dates, Arthur loves to just generally be around you. To lazy days on the couch to cute little walks around the pond.

He loves to hold your hand, no matter the place or what you're necessarily doing. Feeling your smaller hand in his makes him feel at home in a sense; it brings a sense of security and promise that you're still there when no one else is, putting at ease almost instantaneously.

He's very caring and he wants you to know you're loved. Always.

The Joker:

The Joker is also caring, but in a more extravagant and boastful way. When you go on dates, you need to feel that familiar thrumming in your chest, jolt of adrenaline, and a fear of the unknown outcome. He wants you to feel free to break out of your shell and show the world how grand you truly are.

There really wasn't much of a first date and more of a publicity stunt-turned-make-out session and common occurrence. You see, you either know the Joker through Arthur's alter ego or the insane legend that killed infamous Murray Franklin.

Your first encounter was the huge breakout on the streets where you'd ran into him just as he was on his way out of the party, running away from the cops. He'd tried to hijack your motorcycle, in which you fought over, but slipped on behind him; somehow coaxing you on 'the ride of your life with a real life celebrity.'

You'd met him more frequently as crime increased, always finding yourself stuck in the mix petitioning or throwing shit at cops. You caught his eye, how could you not, and continued to seek you in crowds. He would claim he needed a ride out and you always ended with speeding down the high way with police riding your tails.

After those sort of encounters and becoming more than acquaintances, you bask in other thrill-seeking activities like skinny dipping at night along the beach (and of course, indulging in the privacy), hijacking cars you can't afford and driving them off buildings/cliffs, but never anything of the formal type.

If he gets desperate and runs out of ideas for the time being, you'd even just go to the carnival or amusement park just for the thrill.

Just know, getting into a relationship with the Joker is never a dull moment and the sex is wild!

[iraniq]

Surreptitious

It was a normal morning, it waking time could be called a “morning”. The underwater reek was specifically strong today, but you were used to it by now.

The breakfast was something between puke and partially molted – delicious for this geographic place. The biggest terror was the boredom, nothing to do here, but slowly perish. But today was a good day – you all would have a new toy to play. They announced their arrival last night to agitate you. The simple mined ones were in fact eager, you – not so much!

621 to population! – the warden yelled as he pushed a man inside.

He was rather skinny, some punk boy who had recently discovered he was born wrong, because this is where the defective ones go.

The Box was the most underrated metahuman prison in the world. Simply because men/women did not know of it’s existence. Men/women who were born “wrong” thought the bullets will kill them, but death was a blessing. Here … here was the real Hell.

The skinny boy just stood there, looking around. Some of the simple minded attacked him. He turned out to be quite skilled fighter … for someone his size.

Skinny punk boy spend the next year participating in the underground fights and won a higher place in the prison community. You assumed he was some kind of a gangster outside, since he had the thinking of one – establish power, learn/earn advantage – use it to become lethal.

No one bothered you tho. Not after what happened 4 years ago. It was yet another sunny /artificial lights have been replaced and now the dim light was blinding/ afternoon when appeared as dark haired, but not actually, boy approached. In the close distance you saw he was actually a grown man, mid 30s maybe, which explained some of his skills. One that come with specific age experience. And the brown hair was actually dark green.

So what is your deal. – he casually sad, sliding an orange pudding your way.

The orange colored were the least gross. He was obviously properly schooled by whoever ratted.

You just nodded and started eating with less than a zero care.

I learned you are one of the bosses around, since I became one last night … - he waited, for what, you to congratulate him, you just shoved another spoon of the orange goo in your mouth. – Well  figured we might team up. I have the lizard people and the molesters … - you choked, really, the molesters … - Yeah, yeah I know … he put a strand of his hair away. They want to leave the most. So … I was thinking, you might want to join us too.

Do you even know who I am.

You are her, the one who ate an alive human 37 years ago, you are an urban legend.

Am I .. you air creatures definitely need a hobby.

We do have one … urban legends.

Do you know what happened 4 years ago?

You killed some extra strong freak of an experiment gone wrong metahuman with 2 hits. Been a fan since I found out! – you make him choke on his blood while munching on his liver, so yes,2 hits. He was technically right!

So you do have a type! – you motioned to the snake eyed girl that has been tailing him the last several months.

Oh no … I don’t  do attachment. We are just having fun!

Well … then I a hard pass!

You want to date me peach, I am flattered.

You choked on his silly joke. Poor skinny punk boy had no idea who you were.

Tell me your name skinny punk boy!

The one and only – Joker. – he dramatically pointed at himself – Also know as The Clown Prince of  Crime, Ace of Knaves, Harlequin of Hate, Mime of Destruction, Grand Mogul of Mountebanks, Thin White Duke! – the last one fitted his skinny ass.

Excuse you, but the one One who wears the “Thin White Duke” is David Bowie.

Where do you think I stole it from! – he proudly winked at you.

You forgot “Jester of Genocide” and “King of Gotham”.

So you know me.

I was bored … - and the orange goo was over. – I will listen to you when you get me a new one. – you just got up and walked away.

You did not see His Royal Majesty for a while. Then one day he popped up, extra happy … happy for this place, this man was nuts!

Ready peach? We drift off in 3 days.

You know I can rat you on the guards right. I will be getting my orange pudding for a week.

Come on sweetheart, you look bored, tell me there are better places to be than here.

You know how I got here?

He shrugged.

I chose to! The outside world was too chaotically boring. I like the order here.

Wow … so very dramatic? Are you joining us or what.

I told you, tell me your name!

I did!

Not the one you chose for yourself, the one your poor single dad gave you, after your mom overdosed at the factory she worked in and died, also there, on that heat summer night. The last one Gotham had … in 29 years. – the pale punk boy got even whiter.

How …

I am special, this s a metahuman prison after all. You have less than zero powers, why are you here?

I …

Careful! – you pointed at your lips – lies cost lives here!

Normal prisons can’t hold me, Gotham’s wanted me permanently dead and since they failed at doing so, they send me here.

Ah yes, the scar!

How do you know!

Your mane boy! – you raised your voice and half the creatures around just left the place.

Wow …

Name!

He sighted, like the effort of revealing was physically painful!

Jack Joseph Napier.

Sweet! So you know who you are, you are sane, so sane it makes you nuts to live in this world, that feels like a delusional dream!

So you are here because of this!

Yes! And to answer your questions, I see your soul. And your life until this very moment, like I am watching a movie … not gonna talk about the lizard thing..

Please don’t! – he laughed, and for the first time in 67 years you felt a person being genuine about something.

I can’t leave and be outside in the open air alone, I need a soul to be bound to, since I don’t have one. I was created by … the last semen of a dying man and some virgin to be  prostitute when the first artificial insemination was created.

Wow … like that book “Alraune” by Hanns Heinz Ewers.

Where do you think they stole it from! – it was your turn to proudly wink at him.

Neat! So you can hypnotize people to do your bidding?

Sort of! I also consume one’s essence for a living.

So what, you eat souls?

Sort of, I consume the soul and the life spawn of the creature with it.

How old are you?

Don’t you know to never ask a lady this!

The process was created in 1922… so 100?

Close, 93.

So… how…

One bonds to a soul!

Yeah?

You pledge yours to me, I will bite out of it and place it where mine is supposed to be.

Kinky … buy why you don’t have one.

A Soul Eater powers is unlocked by one eating their own.

Not so kinky! – he made  face like the food in his imaginary plate was gross.

You laughed, this was a funny one.

How did you get in and how will you go out.

My ex – Harls got herself a new lover, her so called best friend Gre… Pamela. So now my arch nemesis Batsy will get me out. Since I am the only one that can help him against the League of Shadows…

Shush… too much info! Fine … we will make a deal, you give me a bite of your soul and a ticket out and I will help you in your endeavors.

You will be my bad ass sidekick.

You rolled your eyes.

No…you are a sneaky one … I will present you as m weird talisman, you will barely say a thing and all will think I kidnapped you or something, they will think you are of value … will try and quite possibly grab you, offer you deals, include you in big plots, confess their love …

That is so boring. – humans always thought love was something important.

They will tell you some fancy stories, their deepest secrets even … you will be on 1st row of all the drama … you love it don’t you!

Yes! – and for the 1st time in 37 years, since you came in, a sparkle bloomed into you. Finally a nice drama to involve yourself in.

What do I win tho? – he got the dirt out of one of his nails.

Immortality. I am an eternal entity who can not die. As long as I am pleased with the surroundings of mine. You will share my immortality and higher for humans strength and healing.

Wow … and all this for a tiny piece of my soul.

Yes – you smiled wickedly.

What if you get bored?

I will consume your essence and move on to another.

Then I will make sure to keep you entertained my darling.

You smiled, baring all your teeth.

I’ll be damned. I am in. – he stretched his hand. – should we seal the deal with a kiss? – he joked.

Yes, yes we should! – his surprised lasted less than a half blink and then your lips crashed his.

He did not felt anything. Even laughed about a kinkier sensations. You smiled and breathed in.

Three days later, as promised his weird bat fetish friend unsealed the hatch and fresh air came in – no hallucinogens and sedatives. You felt it, it was the middle of the night on your schedule, but it was a bright afternoon for the rest of the world, their last one.

The Box’s inmates were awoken by a scream. A scream like nothing else, even you got the chills. You entered their dreams, feeding on fear, then enter their waking minds, shifting reality. Then you absorbed their souls and nothing but dust was left. Your new friend told the sad dressed in black child that some experiment gone wrong was horror  downstairs “no one can be saved”, he said, not knowing there was nothing to be saved. You consumed them all! He sort of felt it, as your essence flew by him … like the ashes you left behind you, you roamed the open world, looking for some innocent girl’s body to inhabit, as you and J had agreed upon the settled scenario!

Let the games begin!

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inspire by @diyunho 's story vibes!

@loki-hargreeves i know you will like it

haven't done that in a while ... dunno who to tag. Enjoy you all i guess!

[little-pondhead]

Danny moved to Gotham.

Freakshow is touring in Gotham.

Freakshow knows Danny is in Gotham.

Danny knows Freakshow is still after him.

Danny's faith in heroes has been shattered.

Danny turns to the only person powerful enough to run Freakshow out of town, hopefully for good.

Danny turns to the Joker for help.

The Joker is looking for a new punching bag sidekick after Harley Quinn left him.

Danny is just the perfect person to be shaped by the Joker's hands.

Danny becomes the new Joker Junior.