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shivering-isles-cryptid · 2 years

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DC Villains With Your Interests

Ive based each reader for each villain on what I thought would be fun, like the reader for Mad Hatter is based off Cheshire, and the reader for Killer Croc is based off Poison Ivy. As well as some that I thought would be good opposites, like the reader for Zsasz is based off Catwoman, and the reader for Two Face is based off Giganta. The readers for each are male.

Warnings: Graphic violence, comic book violence, language

Two Face - Chemistry

When he met you, he was still Harvey Dent and you worked at ACE Chemicals.

He was there to fund a new serum that should give the same effect of a steroid with none of the negative side effects.

You were the lead scientist there, and the board of directors told you to show him the lab and introduce him to the current research in order to convince him.

They told you to get his funding by any means necessary.

When he arrived for the tour, he was instantly infatuated with you.

He thought you were beautiful and he had to have you by any means necessary.

You walked him through the lab, explaining everything you could in great detail.

He could hear the love and joy in your voice as you described your work.

He decided then that he would do anything in his power to hear that in your voice again.

After he agreed to fund the research, he made sure to visit the lab every chance he could, each time spending it with you as you described your current experiment.

He bought every Chemistry book he could find just so he could keep the conversations going.

When he did become Two Face, he flipped his coin on whether or not he should risk scaring you just to see you again.

It landed on tails, meaning he would risk your fear and disgust just to see your face one more time.

That's when he found out about your powers.

He broke into the factory to find you in your lab, sitting on the floor of the trashed room. Dents and crack in the walls and furniture.

You had ripped clothes and messy hair and were balling into your knees.

He placed a hand on you, his normal one, and when you looked up, instead of pulling back in disgust, or flinching in fear, your eyes filled with joy and comfort as you launched yourself into a hug.

You cried into his shoulder while explaining what happened.

Your partner got tired of waiting and experimenting on rat, so he strapped you to a table and injected you with the serum, giving you the power to grow to the size of a building.

Harvey calmed you down and brought you to his house, where you two would live the rest of your evil lives together.

He would have his goons steal any chemical you wanted so you could keep experimenting.

You made him gas bombs, poisons, and any other concoction he asked for, giving him a special one that would melt half a person's face off for your 5th anniversary.

He still adores listening to you talk about Chemistry, the two of you spending hours at night just laying in bed and talking about your lateat experiment.

Due to Harvey's high school level of Chemistry knowledge that he got from his desire to bond with you, he understands what your saying some of the time, but most of the time he has no idea what you're talking about.

But he will still listen to you talk, or watch you as you make his weapons cuz he just loves the amount of joy it brings you.

Reader inspiration: Giganta

Bane - Swords

You two met when Bane was robbing a weapons shop.

He did it just so Joker, Two Face, and Scarecrow wouldn't get their hands on any of the items.

You were there doing some retail therapy, since today was the "There's A Blade Pressed Against Your Throat, So You're Going To Give Me Everything I Ask For" discount.

When he showed up, you just kept throwing swords that interested you into your cart, along with the different oils needed to keep them clean, and some cool stands.

Bane tried to take the items in your cart, but was not so pleasantly surprised when you fought back.

He kept trying to land a punch, but you were faster and more agile.

When he went to activate his serum, you wrapped your legs around his neck and placed a sword under the tubes, threatening to cut them if he didnt let you out of the store with your loot.

The next time the two of you met was at a League of Villains meeting.

He wasn't so pleased to see you, but you were definetly happy to see him.

You kept gropping his arms and very blatantly flirting with him, which weirded out everyone in the room, but was just surprising to Bane.

You two frew closer, Bane eventually falling DEEPLY in love with you.

He would watch as you fought Wonder Woman and Batman, your fighting style matching the twos almost perfectly.

He defiently wouldnt understand your fascination with blades, especially when he found your Sword Room.

But he still watches you with adoration as you train with them or clean them, and will even let you spar against him.

He'll hold back since he doesn't want to damage your Sword and risk you going into a rage driven frenzy, stabbing him in places that not even he could stand.

Reader Inspiration: Talia Al'Ghul

Zsasz - Jewels

Your first meeting was when your current boy toy, Black Mask, hired him to be your muscle on your heist to break into the Gotham Museum to steal an Ancient Emerald.

When the two of you met face to face, you felt an immediate attraction.

He was defiently off put by your very, VERY blatant flirting, especially since Black Mask referred to you as "Baby Boy", but he had to admit, you did look really fine in that leather cat suit.

It turns out, you would have no use for him since you were such a good thief that the heist only took a minute and a half, but only because you took a small detour to also steal an Ancient Egyptian cat statue for your living room.

You made sure that Zsasz stayed in touch, hiring him to be your muscle on jobs that both of you knew wouldn't need any.

Black Mask was obviously suspicious of your relationship, especially when he found out that Zsasz was stealing jewels with out you, and those jewels were somehow ending up in your possession.

Eventually, you ended things with him. Zsasz doesn't know how you did it, but you were also able to get him to leave both of you alone.

Zsasz would always come home with a new jewel for you. Big or small, they were always real gems.

You did t ask how he got them, but you always you d out by the latest news story.

'Lady found dead, ruby necklace worth millions missing!' The news said as Zsasz put your new red necklace on your neck.

'Home of Millionare Veronica Cale robbed last night! Only thing missing, a decorative swan made from a mixture of white diamonds, sapphires, and onyx!' You heard while clearing room on your mantle for the jeweled bird Zsasz surprised you with.

Character Inspiration: Catwoman

Killer Croc - Plants

You two met at a protest.

It was released that ACE Chemicals was experimenting a steroid on rats, and then releasing the ones who lived into the sewers and turned the dead ones into fertilizer.

Waylon was there because the new, buff mice were messing with his home, and you were there because you found out that they were selling the fertilizer to the Gotham City Park, and it was having.... Side effects on the plants.

Waylon showed up with a sign, ready to have a peaceful protest to convince them to stop.

You showed up surrounded by vines, tearing cops and security guard in half.

He fell in love with you the moment he saw you use your powers to shove two tree roots down someones throat, out their ass, and then rip them in half.

He followed you to Eden, the forest grown by Poison Ivy.

When you stopped walking, it was becuase you were confronting him.

You had wrapped a vine around his legs and pulled him upside down.

When you saw his face, Waylon was ready for you to scream in terror, or disgust, but instead, you put a hand on his face and rubbed a circle into his cheek before setting him down.

The two of you spent the night together, you introducing him to the different species in the forest and him telling you about the different types of animals out there that are often confused for crocodiles.

You two did come across Ivy once, but when she saw you two together, your hands intertwined and your head in his.lap, just just smirked and winked at you befire walking away.

You two met up everyday, each time you taught him abiut a different carnivorus or poisonous plant. First day, Sundew. Second day, Hemlock. Third day, Pitcher Plant. Fourth day, Poiosn Oak.

Waylon would get one of the girls in the League of Villains, probably Cheetah, to get him some books on botany and plant species.

He would learn whatever he can so he could impress you.

Character Inspiration: Poison Ivy

Obviously

Joker - History & Mythology

You met when he was robbing the same museum as you.

He wanted the jewels and such, you wanted the ancient scroll that depicts a ritual to summon an army of spirits to do your bidding.

Obviously Joker was annoyed when he found some dirty boy in a loincloth standing with his back to him.

That was until black smoke and golden sparks floated from your hands and tore the sealed down off the wall and crumpled it into a ball the size of a mango.

At that point he was impressed as shit.

When you were escaping, he grabbed your hand as you were about to teleport away.

He tried charm on you to get you to join him in taking over the city, but your fave remained cold and uncaring.

You flicked his chest and he flew back, smoke and embers swirling around him.

He pulled a gun and pointed it at you head, but then he heard you whisper something, and your form changed to a much cleaner version of you, wearing sweatpants and a tank top.

You ran to his side to make sure he was okay, and decided to join him.

He would make sure to grab a few scrolls or stone tablets whenever he robbed a museum or archive, and if he didnt, he'd stop at a bookstore and grab you a book on Ancient Mesopotamia, or a book on Ancient Celtic Folktales.

He had saved the scrolls you stole when you first met, but you told him to burn it so your other side wouldn't use it to, you know, enslave the entire planet including him.

He readily agreed.

When he's had a long day, he would be the little spoon as you whispered taled of ancient gods, or evil monsters into his ear.

Alot of times that would be the only thing that could quiet the laughter.

Character Inspiration: Enchantress (Mostly Suicide Squad version)

Mad Hatter - Assassination

You met in Arkham.

You were assigned as his cellmate, the warden probably thought he was funny.

Little did he know that you two would become best friends.

This was, lets say uncomfortable, for both the guards and the other residents.

The World's Greatest Assassin and a man with the ability to control minds.

When you escaped, and you both began doing your villainy again, Jervis was co fused by your methods.

He appreciated your stealth in getting to the victim, but you also killing them without even letting them know? He doesn't get it.

He lets you do your work, occasionally lending you his mind control gas, but only if you join him for his next game of Hatter and Alice.

Character Inspiration: Cheshire

The Riddler - Acrobatics

You met because he pissed you off.

You figured out his riddle in about 3 minutes, and his latest target was the Gotham City Gymnastics Center.

You basically ripped the doors of his lair off the hinges and threw the now dedused bomb at his feet.

He was impressed with you, but also annoyed.

You're so smart, but you ruined his plans.

He was about to have his goons kill you, but you grabbed his tie and pulled him to his knees, telling him to leave the center alone.

He agreed.

The next time you met was at a bank.

He was about to rob it, then he heard the alarm go off and saw you running from it carrying two trash bags and carrying a baseball bat.

He followed you to your apartment and broke in.

The next riddle he gave you was sappy and simple.

But it was cute, so you let him live. And come back.

He isn't the most limber person, so he is definetly impressed when ever he sees you stretching, or when your doing an entire gymnastics routine to get away from the Bat.

He was even more impressed when he watched you kill 5 Arkham guards while wearing a straight jacket, and then getting yourself out of the jacket.

He loves your flexibility, but he does find it a bit unnerving when he can see the back of your legs, but is looking you in the eye.

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narcissistshandler · 2 months

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Hello! Can you make a Joker(windbreaker)X top male reader? Where the reader becomes jealous because Joker is always with Wooin and pays little attention to him and as a form of punishment he fucks Joker and makes him cum several times. Please!

𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗬

pairing. joker x male reader

warnings. sub!bottom joker, top!dom! reader, amab!reader, anal fingering, overstimulation, anal sex, jealous!reader

a/n. hope you like it ♡

From the beginning, you knew you weren't Joker's number one priority. There was a list with several names and even though yours was in a high position, you weren't in first place and despite accepting that he had his brothers to take care of, you absolutely couldn't bear that Wooin was apparently more important than you.

The motherfucker.

If you could, you would have long since cut off the relationship between the two, but Joker wasn't willing to talk about that, that wasn't a viable discussion. And Wooin, how amused he was knowing that not only did you not like him, but you were jealous of him and he reveled in that fact. At this point, only Joker seemed oblivious to the tension between you and Wooin.

But fuck Wooin, he couldn't have Joker and he couldn't have him like only you could, sprawled out on the bed that seemed small beneath his stature, his feet right on the edge and his head reaching the headboard. Completely naked, for your eyes only, sweat forming on the muscles of his stomach.

"One more?" you asked, tone slightly breathless just from watching Joker like this, supple, relaxed and submissive in your hands. His legs were spread around you, draped over your knees, and you watched in pure delight as his well-worked muscles bounced as your three fingers plunged into his red hole, which tightened and made a wet sound in response.

Delicious.

Joker turned his face into the wet pillow, avoiding eye contact, the messy silver locks falling over his dark eyes helping to shadow his expression of pleasure. "Uh- yes," he said, his low, husky voice eliciting a twitch from your cock. Who knew Joker could be so shy in bed? But shyness had never stopped him from surrender completely to your desires.

Everything Wooin said was ridiculous, but he wasn't completely wrong when he said that you were completely in love with Joker. The slightest thing about Joker used to make you crazy and almost instantly hard — which wasn't much fun when in public.

Your fingers spread inside him, stretching his insides, that cock lying beautifully on his stomach and over the wet puddle that grew every minute, contracted, expelling even more fluid. Sweat and semen accumulated from all the previous two orgasms.

"Of course you would say yes. You'll be able to handle as many orgasms as I want to get out of you, right, love?" you asked, sounding amused and Joker made a sound in response that might have been a laugh or a grunt, but that was immediately cut off when your digits curved and hit his prostate. "Look at you, so eager to be good."

His lower body left the bed, teeth pressing together to stifle the sounds that wanted to come out as without mercy, you attacked his swollen prostate, again, again and again. The liquid that had collected like a puddle on his torso quickly ran down his sides, dripping onto the bed. Free hand on the curve of his hip, you tried to keep him still, but Joker was stronger than you even with the tension coursing through each of his muscles and you could only watch as the violent pleasure passed like a shock through him; the bed beneath you creaking with his struggles, threatening to break.

Joker's cock jumped, strong legs twitching, feet digging into the mattress as he worked both against and away from your fingers. Obeying your desire to make him cum until nothing else came out even though sensitivity attacked all his senses. He would let you mistreat him without a word against it and today you would take advantage of it.

"You're so fucking hot," You said, watching pre-cum drip like water from the red tip of his member, "Don't hold back, I want to see you cum for me again."

Joker grunted, fingers turning white where he gripped the pillow and sheets, "Ah, f-fuck." His legs tightened around you, tensing so hard it must have hurt, his hole clenched sensually around your fingers and with a snap, he obeyed and spilled once more onto his own stomach, a tremor shaking his entire body. Small gasps and grunts left Joker's mouth, his toes curling as his cock struggled to spill something.

"[name], oh, I d-don't think I can-"

It was cute how he didn't ask or order you to stop, but instead merely tried to convince you. Adorable really, but it only made you want to ruin him even more. Maybe then, he would remember who he belonged to and maybe then, he would listen to you when you told him to keep his distance from Wooin.

"You can," you cut him off, slowly easing your fingers out of him through the contractions of his core. "See you're still hard as a rock. Don't give up on me now, I'm not done with you yet."

Joker merely nodded in weak agreement, the aftershocks of orgasm passing through him and his cock visibly twitching as it failed to expel any liquid other than the small amount that now dripped from his belly button.

Your eyes ran through him, watching the tension and residual pleasure dance across his firm muscles, the hole struggling to close around nothing, lubricant leaking from him. You were once again reminded of your own cock, painfully hard between your legs.

A ring then sounded from the nightstand and Joker immediately stirred, trying to sit up to reach his cell phone. You pushed him back, making him lie down.

"Did I say you could get up?" Joker looked from you to the nightstand and then shook his head. "Well then, lie down, I’ll see who’s calling," you said, briefly pushing your need to the side in favor of reaching for the cell phone, knowing it could be an emergency.

"[name]," Joker has rushed, discontentedly lying naked and with his legs tensed around your hips. "Who is it?"

You turned his phone so you could see the screen and the ringing seemed to become even more unbearable when you read the name of the contact who was calling. Wooin.

"Who is it?"

"No one important. Spam," you replied through gritted teeth, quickly declining the call before Joker could ask to see for himself and putting the phone back.

You repositioned yourself between his legs, feeling anger stir in your chest as you aligned the head of your cock against Joker's smooth hole and with one push, sank inside. Joker's eyes rolled back into his skull, one hand shooting out to grab your arm in an attempt to anchor himself, to hold on to something, anything. But it was a vain attempt.

Damn Wooin, you thought, teeth clenched, fingers and nails digging into Joker's lean hips to keep him still as you fucked him, hard and deep and brutal. You knew that if you told Joker that it was Wooin calling, he would definitely want to answer, if Wooin called him somewhere, he would immediately go. It could be a temporary resolution, which would only work today, but whatever, later you would remind Wooin that he didn't own Joker and today you would remind Joker who did.

Joker's sweet hole convulsed around your cock, the wet glide allowing each intense thrust to be smooth and slick. After the long hour you spent working your fingers inside him, the friction and stretching was practically nil, it was easy to ravage his hole like that. As always, his body surrendered under your attention, his cock pathetically verging on a semi-hard state, wet like a woman, twitching non-stop but not splashing anything.

Underneath the blood rushing through your ears you heard your cell phone start ringing again. Joker opened his mouth, attention shifting to the source of the sound, but you cut him off before anything was even said:

"Touch your dick."

He was still looking at the nightstand, but seeming like a purely instinctive reaction his hand left the pillow and reached for his cock, the sensitivity making him hiss through his teeth, ass clenching like a glove around you. Still, he pulled his overstimulated member through slow, tight pulls, stopping himself from going limp, without questioning even as his entire body contracted, trying to shrink and escape the stimulation.

"I don't... I don't think I can c-cum anymore," he said, those black eyes finally shifting to meet yours. Sweat stuck to his hair, a trail of drool running down his scarred chin.

"No? Now come on, if you can still talk you can still cum, am I right?" you asked through gritted teeth, each word dripping with venom as you continued to move, slamming into him hard enough that each time your crotch met his ass, the painful shock of impact went through you.

Joker just nodded in response, vertebrae flexing around his length. Seeming to notice that you weren't going to let him go anytime soon, this time he spared his words, he didn't even beg or ask for mercy, he would let you go as far as you wanted, you both knew. Fuck his ass raw? Stimulate his dick until he couldn't even get hard again? You could, always, he was yours.

You grabbed his thighs and pushed them towards his chest, moving him into a position where you could reach deeper and fuck Joker until he forgot how to talk.

"Ugh- ah, [n-name]," Joker whimpers, softly, teeth sunk into his thin lower lip.

You lean in to take his mouth for a kiss, forcing his legs even more, whether it hurts or not he doesn't say, he just parts his lips for you and looks at you with those normally cold eyes, now full of unshed tears. Your amused laugh fades when your mouth connects with his, feeling his hand working on his cock rubbing against your stomach.

The muscles grow hard beneath your fingers and tension runs through Joker's entire body as the new position makes your dick briefly touch his prostate and a new wave of tremors shakes his bones. Contained and silent sounds leave his mouth and invade yours, hoarse moans dying in his throat as another orgasm passes through him, heated and brief, like a warm-up for what would follow.

Your tongue flicked against his, saliva mixing. You didn't even notice the sound of the wood giving way and creaking, not until the thud sounded and the bed gave way under the violence of your blows. Joker pulled his mouth away from yours with a surprised exclamation at the same time the legs of the bed buckled and the structure fell.

"The bed broke."

"It's okay, leave it alone, I'm not done with you yet." The bed didn't matter, what mattered was fucking Joker to the point of exhaustion and just like that, your hips shot up, back inside the cozy heat of those sweet tight walls.

The incessant sound of the cell phone ringing occasionally faded under the sound of bodies meeting and creaking wood. Joker coming apart beneath you like the submissive puppy he was, a vision that only belonged to your eyes.

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bluetooththereptile · 4 months

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Joker is Robin?!

I mean the film theory on YouTube had the same theory that joker had died and the new joker was actually the Robin that was supposedly dead. What if I write a fic about a Robin, a boy that was there before Jason, and he was kidnapped and imprisoned by the joker to be tortured? Only Bruce, Dick and Alfred know of the boy and everyone else thinks the boy was actually Jason but with a different suit, and Jason himself thinks the boy before him was a kid that had given up his place as the Robin.

Now years has passed and joker is making father and son face each other. But Bruce this time has a belt full of vials and a very very warm and cozy place for him in the bat cave, he will take his boy back.

Maybe Harley after her breakup is clinging to the new joker hmm?

#blue talks #yandere batman #yandere dc #yandere x reader #yandere batfamily #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere damian wayne #yandere #dc #dc comics #batman x joker #dc joker #joker x reader #male reader

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amourlyns · 1 year

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⟢ 𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐅 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐉𝐔𝐖𝐎𝐍 + 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐗 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • FEM!RIVAL!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF. ⟢ 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒/𝐎 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐉𝐔𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐅 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 wooin • GN!READER | N/A.

You’re Jay’s best friend. And you somehow stumble into Wooin, turns out you guys have the same taste in suckers.

⟢ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 joker • FEM!READER | FLUFF.

You have an arcade date with Joker

⟢ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 vinny hong • GN!READER | FLUFF.

You end up spending the night alone on the beach with Vinny.

⟢ 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 harry shepherd • GN!RIVIAL!READER | N/A.

You and Harry are both on Light Calvary team, and despise each other.

⟢ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 jay jo • GN!BESTFRIEND!READER | FLUFF.

You and Jay have been childhood friends forever, apparently he’s developed some feelings within that time.

⟢ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐃 harry shepherd • FEM!READER | ANGST.

Harry has been cheating on you for months now, you decide to confront him

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tielwrites · 11 months

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BAT!DAD finding out Jason’s death.

I was inspired by Neytiri’s rage in ATWOW, like damn that is a parent’s anguish and rage. So for now let’s bask into the grief.

WARNING: ANGST, CHARACTER DEATH, VIOLENCE, and BLOOD.

M/N paces around the living room in the manor, waiting in on the update about Jason’s whereabouts. He tries to will himself to calm down, however his patience is running thin from his worry. Every second that he does not hear anything about his son.

The father deeply sighing, remembering what he saw earlier in the bat cave. Joker’s maniacal laugh blasting from the speakers as he shows a beaten up Jason on the wheelchair.

His face was branded with a ‘J’ on his left cheek, nose dripping with blood. His face black and blue, face streamed down with blood. Making M/N gag at the pool of blood on the floor.

His Jason, his son, tortured and kept down in the chair.

Oh how M/N wanted to grab him from there and free him, holding him and protecting him from this evil bastard of a clown.

But no, all he could do is watch as the villain bashes shadow with a crowbar on his hand, the crack of the bone going around the cave, making M/N’s stomach churn and his chest going tight at the horrid and cruel scene.

“You have one hour batsy!” The Joker says with a manic smile, eyes staring at the camera as if looking at the two parents.

Bruce takes off with his Batmobile to wherever Joker’s whereabouts were. Leaving M/N staring at the screen, now black, his heart pounding fast and ears ringing.

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An hour has passed and M/N is biting at his nails on the couch. No updates yet, the wait is grating on the male, making his stomach churn in worry.

Alfred goes to him, seeing his state, the butler walks towards him stopping a few feet away from the man.

“Would you like some tea Master M/N? It could help you.” Alfred says.

The father looks up at the butler and sighs, willing his heart rate to calm down.

“Yes please Alfred, thank you.”

Alfred nods and goes to the kitchen to prepare the herbal tea. M/N now pulls his knees to his chest to curl into a ball. Trying to calm himself.

It wasn’t until the door slams open, making the father jump from the seat in surprise.

Bruce is here.

M/N races to the front and as he nears the hallway, he comes into a sudden halt. His eyes wide as he stares at the two figures at the entrance.

Bruce carrying Jason in his arms.

Dead.

His sweet boy in his husband’s arms. Bloody and DEAD.

The male raises a shaky hand to cover his mouth in shock and anguish.

“No, no, no, no,” M/N says softly, eyes starting to tear up, “no, Jason, no.”

Bruce still looking down, not daring to look up to see his husband’s grief stricken face.

“No, no, NO! NOOO!” The father screams out as he moves forward to get closer to his husband and son. His boy, who was far too young to be taken from this cruel world. It was as if a part of his heart was ripped off his chest.

“JASON! NOOO, MY SON!” M/N continues to scream as tears started to stream down his cheeks, ears ringing and legs shaking from the sight.

M/N drops to his knees on the ground, Bruce going with him. The father takes Jason from the vigilante’s arms and hugs him close. Bruce lets him as he now stares at his bloodied gloves.

“NO, MY SON. NOT MY SON. GOD WHY. WHY!?” The grieving father continues to scream out, his voice straining.

M/N continues to rock his body, his son close to his chest, his arms tight around the cold, dead body. His shoulder’s shake from his continuous sobs.

Alfred saw the whole scene with shock, as he hears your anguish wails echoing in the corridor.

The butler steels himself and goes to the pair, he kneels down and placed a hand on the crying father, making him turn to the butler.

M/N let’s out a loud wail, as he looks up, his eyes blurry from all the hot tears flowing out of him.

“Master M/N,” Alfred says softly, “we need to bring him to the cave to clean him.”

M/N bawls out more as he presses Jason closer to his body. Not wanting to let go of him. His cheek onto the boy’s hair.

“No, Alfred. Please, don’t take him away.” M/N sobs out as he starts to cough, his throat scratchy from how tight and strained it has become.

Alfred sighs as he turns to the quiet vigilante, still out from the world. Wallowing into himself in his head.

“We must clean his body from the blood Master M/N so Master Jason can finally rest.”

The father shakes his head and grits his teeth.

“You can carry him, I will not take Master Jason from you, we will just need to clean him in the bat cave.”

M/N starts to consider it in his hazy mind, as he tries to calm his cries down. He coughs out as he tries to clear his throat, he turns back to Jason in his arms and bites his lip to not let anymore cries out.

“A-Alright.”

Alfred then stands up straight and waits for M/N to stand up, he then turns to Bruce.

“Master Bruce.” Alfred calls out.

Bruce finally looks up at the butler and sighs out a shaky breath and nods. He turns to his husband and helps him up as Jason stays in M/N’s arms. Bruce looks at his husband’s face, eyes red and swollen, tears staining his cheeks.

Grief has over taken his love.

How could he have let his son die at the hands of his nemesis.

Bruce cups M/N’s cheek and the other looks up at the vigilante with tired and grief filled eyes.

Oh how the world is cruel.

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Hello so here are the things that happened and some headcanons:

Batdad was at the brink of divorcing Bruce when the other refuses to kill Joker when they capture him.

Tensions were high at the manor at all times, it always ends up with a full blown argument between the two.

Dick regularly visiting Batdad to keep him company and to comfort him.

Ever since Jason’s death Batdad has withdrawn to himself, blaming both himself and Bruce for not being able to protect him. To save him.

Bruce letting his rage and vengeance fuel him to keep patrolling at night, sometimes not even coming home to sleep, just to stay at the bat cave just to watch the city.

When Bruce adopts Tim, Batdad at first couldn’t bring himself to welcome the young boy with open arms. Jason’s death still taking a toll on him.

But within time Tim was able to worm his way into Batdad’s heart.

When Batdad found out that Tim was going to be the next Robin. All hell breaks loose in the manor. A screaming match between the two.

“YOU WANT TO LET ANOTHER BOY DIE IN THE HANDS OF THE JOKER!? HAVING ANOTHER BLOOD SPILLED IN YOUR HANDS!?”

“HE WANTED THIS M/N! I NEED HIM TO KEEP THIS CITY SAFE WITH ME.”

After that it strained M/N’s relationship to both Bruce and Tim.

When Jason come’s back as Red Hood from the dead, and you reunite with him by saving Batdad from some villain when you got kidnapped.

After that encounter Batdad would always meet Red Hood at night. Visits him at the enterprises, after the visit it leaves the man feeling as if he was talking to his dead son.

After it was confirmed that Red Hood was Jason from one of their visits. Jason taking off his red helmet, and of course getting an armful of his father. A tearful and sweet reunion.

I’m gonna leave it at that, you can imagine the rest. Thank you for reading hope you enjoyed it.

#batdad #batfam #jason todd #Bruce x Male reader #batman x male reader #Batdad x batfam #angst #whump #death #bruce wayne #male reader #male!reader #dc universe #ARKHAM UNIVERSE #the joker

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five-miles-over · 2 years

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Yandere!Arthur Fleck Headcanons

TW: Stalking, intrusion/breaking in, obsessive/controlling behavior, possible violence

A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested this. I hope you like it!

Arthur Fleck is definitely a jealous, obsessive type of yandere.

Due to his job(s), Arthur wouldn't be able to keep a constant eye on each and every move of yours.

Still he would find a way to let you know that he was always watching you.

After following you to your workplace/school once, he would make a habit of leaving you small notes there. The notes would be things such as "I'm watching you <3" or "You our so pretty" or "Can't wate to marry you :) "

How did it all begin, you ask? Well, it all started when you showed up at his doorstep on a plain Thursday night. An envelope - perhaps a bill - addressed to one "Arthur Fleck" was delivered to you by accident. So, you took it to the address listed on the bill, and found yourself face-to-face with the tall, green-eyed, thin man.

You gently told him what had happened, handed him the bill, and politely bid him goodnight.

Taken aback by your willingness to do the right thing, Arthur became intrigued with you. After you left, he wanted nothing more than to see you again.

The next day, you met Arthur by accident at Pogo's, a comedy club within Gotham. Drinking a bottle of inexpensive liquor or beer, you sat at a table alone...when all of a sudden, you saw Arthur take the stage.

His jokes were...fair. You liked some of the things he said about his schooling. So out of support, you laughed along with him with the best grin that you could muster.

You thought it was just harmless encouragement. But to Arthur, that was the confirmation to solidify what he already believed: you were made for him, that you were an angel sent from heaven to bring him joy in this dreary life of his. And that he could never let you be hurt by anyone, including himself.

Much of what Arthur did was...rather tame. In addition to leaving you notes, he would surprise you while you were on the way back from work/school. He'd give you a spontaneous song-and-dance routine, something inspired from an old film or one of his jobs as Carnival.

When he had a little extra money, he would leave a cheap, small box of chocolates or candies at your workplace. Along with a crude drawing of you and him as stick figures, holding hands surrounded by hearts.

It was easier not to take it personally, even though something in your gut felt very, very wrong about Arthur. He needed help, he needed a professional intervention from a therapist far better than the shoddy ones in the city. Still, a part of you thought that maybe he was just having a little crush, and that it would pass.

But everything changed one Saturday night. It was after the famous talk show host Murray Franklin was assassinated on live television by a comedian known as the "Joker" wearing a colorful costume and clown makeup.

Coincidentally, Arthur was mysteriously gone from you life. He was nowhere near you, much to your surprise. Relieved a little, you relaxed in your apartment with your favorite comfort food and a feel-good television show.

Just then, there was a knock. A familiar voice, calling your name.

Annoyed, you opened the door with a huff. "Arthur, how the hell did you- " At your door stood the same man who killed Murray Franklin, clown makeup dripping in all of its maniacal glory.

"There's no one to stop me now, doll," the Joker sweetly spoke, entering your apartment with a confident stride. "We can finally be together."

You trembled, trying to think of an escape route, any way to get out of this situation. "Arthur, please..."

The Joker slammed your door shut, and turned the lock. "I'm not him anymore, doll. I'm your world now. And don't even bother calling the police..." He pulled out a gun from his pocket and fired two shots at the door, causing you to scream.

"Now, now..." the Joker knelt, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're mine, remember?"

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mrmaybank · 1 year

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FEM ALLEGED DNI

Fandom: DC

Title: You can’t stop DNA

Character(s): Joker, Jason Todd, Damien Wayne, Tim Drake

Request: No

Genre: angst

TW: kidnapping, mental torture, vomit,

A/N: (Y/B/M) means your birthday month quick heads up

Masterlist

You weren’t a hero or a vigilante or a villain. You were (M/N) Quinn, the boyfriend of Jason Todd. And the son to Pamela Lillian Isley and Harleen Frances Quinzel or Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. You lived with your aunt Selena until you turned seven when you move in with your moms.

Neither of your moms were a big part of your life in those sevens year, sure they visited but they never stayed for long and they didn’t visit often. Who did was your dad, Jack Oswald White or the Joker. He would visit you ever month on the first Saturday of the month and the last Saturday of the month. But in (Y/B/M) he would stay the whole week of your birthday.

He was your whole world until your moms revealed to you the truth of what they did. The truth of who your dad really was, you didn’t believe it at first but then you saw him the Gotham news and you knew. You began to spread the two people your dad was.

When he was with you and making you the happiest kid alive he was Jack, your dad. But when he was out there terrorizing people, he was joker. They were two different people because Jack was your dad the Joker wasn’t and he wouldn’t ever be.

“Hey,” Jason spoke, as he entered the room decked out in his red hood gear. He had everything on expect for the hood which rested in his arms.

You looked up from your phone and smiled at him, “Hey, I thought you guys left to go on patrol ten, fifteen minutes ago,” You replied.

“Yeah, were about to leave, but Damien then threw up. So he’s staying here and since Alfred is out of town were wondering if you would watch him,” He replied.

“You of course, I will,” You got up from Jason’s bed and placed your phone in your pocket. You got up making your way over to the door frame, Jason currently resided.

“Thank you, love you,” he leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“Love you too, don’t get your ass sent back to the grave,” you laughed.

He shook his head, “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied. You watched as he made his way down the hallway and eventually out of sight before making your way to Damien’s room.

The door was opened but you knocked anyway, “Damien,” you called. You didn’t get a response, only hearing the familiar sound of someone emptying there stomach. You walked into the room entering the same bathroom, where Damien currently leaning over the toilet.

You sat down next to him, rubbing his back. This went for awhile until the poor the kid finally stopped, “i’m gonna go get you some clothes to change into. Go jump into the shower,” you were honestly surprised when Damien didn’t put up a fight like he would usually.

A couple minutes later after Damien took his shower you both were laying his bed, watching some random TV show. Everything was fine until you noticed Damien become tense. At first you thought nothing over because the kid was sick but something just didn’t seem right about the way he was acting. “Are you okay?” You asked.

He looked around the room, “something isn’t right,” he told you. You cocked an eyebrow at the boy as he stood up walking over his desk, you were quick to follow.

“Damien-,” you began but were cut off by the sound of glass breaking. The window above Damien’s bed had shattered as a sliver canister was thrown through it landing on floor just in front of Damien’s bed.

Before either of you could react gas began flooding from the canister, you quickly covered your nose with your shirt. Damien doing the same but it didn’t help and the whole world slowly went black.

TIME SKIP

You groaned as you slowly came into consciousness your head hurt like hell. You went to move your arm but couldn’t you slowly looked down and panic set in as you realized you were chained by your wrists and ankles to chair.

Okay what happened last? You asked yourself. Everything came flooding back to you, you tried your hardest to look around the room. You began to calm down a bit when your eyes landed on Damien. He looked perfectly fine from what you saw, “Damien,” he didn’t move. “Damien,” you shouted once more.

This time he did move, he opened his eyes a couple of times. “(M/N)?” He asked in a soft voice, he went to move only to find out he was in the same predicament as you.

“just stay still,” you told him, “Bruce and everyone else will get us out of here,” you turned from him to ceiling of the room and began speaking again not exactly sure who too. “You hear that fuckwad, Bruce is gonna get us out of here. He’ll send the whole fucking justice league if he has too,” You exclaimed.

“I’ve beat them before,” someone spoke. Someone you hadn’t seen in years, he revealed himself from the darkness and smiled at you. It was the joker, “You don’t look happy to see me Kiddo,”

“What do you want?” You fought to keep your voice steady. He just smiled at you as he made his way over to you, he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“don’t fucking touch him,” Damien shouted. He turned to Damien and smirked, before turning back to you. You fought to get out of the grip but his hands only tighten.

“You know, you look so much like me,” he smirked. You didn’t have time to respond before his knee made contact with your stomach, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

He tsked as he removed his hands and moved back from you, “but your just as pathetic as your mother,” he laughed, an evil laugh that sent chills down your back. “You know you would a make prefect little me, I’d just have to toughen you out,” he told you.

“I’m nothing like you,” you hissed.

“Oh but you are, you are my son. Were bounded by blood and your blood is filled with-“

You cut him off, “stop it!” you exclaimed.

He just shook his head, “Your blood is filled with evil,” a few tears escaping the hold you had on them slowly streamed down your face, He smiled at this, “you see it’s true,” he laughed.

“It’s not!” Damien exclaimed, “he’s nothing like you!” The joker’s attention was now fully on Damien.

“Oh but he is, it’s in his blood. Before his moms were one, I am one, and his pathetic little pussy of an aunt was too. It’s just about time before he caves and becomes one as well,” his watch beeped and the looked at the two of you, “Well I must be off, i’ll see you soon (M/N),” and with that he was gone. Like he was never there in the first place.

Only a second later did a down in the corner of the room open to reveal Jason and Tim. They were both dressed up in there respective superhero outfits, but instead of wearing his red hood helmet Jason wore a domino mask. Jason quickly ran over to you and untied you from the chair. As soon as he did you wrapped your arounds his chests and began sobbing.

He wrapped his arms around you rubbing his hand up and down your back. He looked over at Damien who mouthed the words ‘Joker is an ass’ to him. Jason rolled his eyes at this before turning back to you, “Look, I don’t know what he said or what he did but I can assure none of what he said was true and you sure as hell don’t deserve anything that he did to you,” Jason told you.

You wanted to believe but you couldn’t. You really just couldn’t.

#jason todd x male reader #Joker x Son!reader #harley quinn x poison ivy #Harley Quinn x son!reader #Poison Ivy x son!reader #tim drake #jason todd #damien wayne

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montimer · 11 months

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Insecure

Arthur x gn reader

Summary: you are insecure about you're body, Arthur will change ur opinion.

Hc's

Warning: a bit angst,fluff,comfort

You were feeling insecure. You didn't feel good in ur body. How could Arthur love you?

It kept you up at night. Hes perfect,and ur not. He deserves better.

It made you cry. Why? Why are you like this?

You heard ur door open. Shit

"Y/n? Are you alright,i heard something?" His sweet voice hit ur ears. You were showing ur back to him. "Im fine" you managed to say, tears still falling from ur eyes.

You hoped he would leave, oh but you knowed he wouldn't. He was more concerned now.

"Are you sure?...Y/n,talk to me please."

You finally turned to him. Ur eyes were full of tears. You looked so broken.

He quickly went to you and hugged you close. His head was full of toughts. Why are you crying? What or who made you cry? Was it him..? And most importantly,were you hiding it from him?

Once you calmed down you explained to him why you were crying

He would be mad at himself. Did he not made it clear enough how much he loves you? All of you.

So he would kiss you. All over ur body.

He keeps on telling you how much he loves you. How he thinks and knows that you are the most beatiful person in the whole world. That you are his one and only.

After a while you'll stop doubting and instead you start giggling and smiling.

He would start to tell you sweet nothings.

Hes so happy he made you feel better. He promises, you never have to worry about these things ever again. There is no way he would leave you for anybody else. You are perfect.

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weyirn · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you could write about how the DC villains would react to their S/O is really random and would yell random things at them like how cute a deer is 🦌.

DC Villians x Male!Reader

DC Preferences: They React To You Being Random

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Slade finds it a little funny and cute, and he likes how you're just being yourself. When you would just shout out random things, he finds it a little amusing, and just lets you ramble on about the things you see.

(Oof, Perfect match) He's just as random and unpredictable as you are, and he just thinks that you're just perfect. (Yes, you two would literally make plans just to surprise everyone and doom the earth lmao). When you would just comment on random things out of nowhere, he would also join in and literally comment on things he sees that interest him or just talk about what you just shouted out.

Joker would think it's amusing and interesting. He watches you, also listening to everything you say. Joker would chuckle whenever you would shout out random comments, finding it interesting how you notice every little thing.

Jonathan thinks it's amusing on how random you are and literally wonders how long you can keep this up (to him, at least). He listens to whatever random thing you say, not really minding it.

Bane finds it's interesting and tells you to use it to your advantage to identify anything suspicious, any threats, etc. He doesn't mind that you shout out random things (even if they don't help lol), as long as it's not during meetings.

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god-complex-12 · 1 year

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Cigarettes

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Pairing: [Joker] Jack Naiper x reader

Pronouns: he/him

Fandom: DC

Quote: “Call me Joker.”

Description: Y/n gets a new housemate.

Disclaimer: Boring story, the story and Joker is just completely based on Chaz frome When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris. The chapter is called The House. Great book. Recommend, but this story is almost exactly like that.Joker comes off creepy. It doesn’t really clarify if y/n really likes Joker. Joker is referred to as Jack. And cigarettes.

Master list

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An old building, it was. An old building, but y/n found it homey. An old building, filled with crazy people, and cluttered with antiques. It was more of just a big house. Y/n has lived there for awhile, it wasn’t the best place, but he couldn’t complain. He usually kept to himself, not talking with anyone that much.

He did know the drama. For instance, he knew that a student was moving out to go to college. He also knew someone was moving in. A guy named Jack, and y/n so happened to see him in the hall. No, he wasn’t moving in, he was just renting the room. He wasn’t to stay permanently, at least, that’s what y/n thought.

“You wanna help?” He asked.

Y/n didn’t talk much to him, he kinda just examined the man. He was slender, and handsome. He looked perfect, so y/n started to try and focus on his flaws. He has freakishly pale skin. His yellow teeth. But if you asked y/n, he found those things more appealing.

“You looking for something?” Jack asked, he had a cheeky smile.

Y/n didn’t respond. He just went on talking about something else. Jack wasn’t the nicest. He was pretty rude.

“Anyways, I don’t have to chit-chat.” And then he walked away.

He liked to do that. Leave the conversation early, like he wasn’t the one to start it. It was kind of annoying, but y/n couldn’t do anything about it.

Before Jack, everything was quiet. Now, the day consists of old 90’s rock music. It’s not that bad, it’s good music, but all day? It was annoying. Sometimes, Jack would come to see y/n. Knocking on his door asking for a cigarette. Y/n would cave in, handing him one, and Jack would stand there and smoke it. Y/n had to stand at his doorway and watch. Jack would complain about y/n’s room. Y/n didn’t think anything was wrong with his room. It’s clean. It’s neat. But Jack didn’t think so.

The longer Jack lived there, the more things y/n started to notice. Jack lost his job, supposedly because he was too good for it. Y/n doesn’t really know if he got another one.

Jack began to knock on y/n’s door more often. He had no care in the world for the time. He’d always have so many stories or some stupid conversation to say. Y/n tiredly listen.

Jack wasn’t the most stable person, and they came more apparent when he’d angrily throw stuff out his window, or break something and spread all of the pieces around staring at it. Sometimes you’d see him with a beat up face, he’ll say he got in a fight and won, other’s say he got jumped.

A lot of times when y/n would open the door, Jack would drag y/n out of the wrong, by aggressively grabbing his arms. Jack would control each of his limbs as a puppet. That was when it clicked something was seriously wrong with this guy. Y/n didn’t notice as fast as he’d like, maybe he thought someone so good and clean looking could be so lost.

Jack would even go as far as shoving notes under y/n’s door. They were creepy and unsettling. “I can die and be born again on the same day.” or “You’re my favorite, I’d keep you.” The writing was if it was written from blood. The dark red ink (If it was ink) was off putting. Y/n heard he didn’t to someone else in the house too, but it wasn’t as bad. That was when the landlord told him to leave. Jack had no choice but to agree.

Someone had come by to get his stuff and had said he was put into a mental institution. Said that he was schizophrenic. y/n wasn’t shocked, in fact he felt a little sympathetic, and even went to see him one time. “I knew you loved me. That’s why you were my favorite.” He’d say.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep it to yourself, Jack.” Y/n grumbled.

“Call me Joker.” He said and it seemed more of a threat than a request.

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marksbear · 1 year

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Hey Mark! I just finish watching Joker for the third time or so and was wondering if you could do Male reader x Arthur fleck. Just bit angst and large amount of fluff. Reader and Arthur are boyfriends but one day while having a visit with his therapist Arthur told his thearpist about reader, however his therapist convince Arthur that he is just hallucinating to the point where he really think that reder is not real. Arthur have a breakdown when he got back to his apartment. reader comforts arthur.😊

-B

Hey B! Hope you enjoy my friend.

Warnings! Fluff to angst back to fluff, Y/n is an uncle in a big family, Old lady manipulate Arthur/

ARTHUR FLECK X MALE READER

Y/n and Arthur truly did love each other. Y/n was always with him during his good and bad days. He always made sure Arthur felt good and happy for almost everything. Y/n supported Arthur during everything even when he tried to be a comedian he was still there for him. Y/n even fought for him but Arthur doesn't know that!

Right now the couple is bowling with Y/n family. Arthur was a bit nervous at first with Y/n family but was quickly accepted by the family. Y/n parents calling Arthur son and Y/n siblings and their kids calling him "the extra L/n" Which was cute to the couple.

Arthur didn't realize what was the time until Y/n dad asked his wife what was the time. "Uhh its 3:45 hun." She says to her husband. Arthur quickly freaks out and walks to Y/n who's talking to his niece that's on his lap. "Y/n.. I gotta go to y'know..." Y/n looks at his boyfriend and nods "Okay kid go to your other uncles." His niece hops off his lap running to her other uncles to bother them. Y/n takes Arthur's hand gently tells his family. "Okay everyone I know yall are gonna miss Uncle Arthur and I but we gotta go." They all say bye to the couple and the couple leaves the building going into Y/n car. Arthur gets into the passenger seat while Y/n starts the car and drives to his boyfriend's appointment. As they drive Y/n places his hand on his boyfriend's small thigh turning to him a little with a smile before kept focusing on the road.

Once the couple gets there Y/n stops the car and turns it off and gently wakes up his sleeping boyfriend. "Hey Art we made it." You whisper into his ear before tickling him awake. Arthur quickly wakes up giggling and gasping Y/n to stop. Y/n finally stops when he sees Arthur's eyes begin to water. "Good morning handsome." Y/n says teasing his boyfriend leaning to him kissing him.

Y/n leaves gentle and soft kisses all over Arthur's face as encouragement for him during his session. Arthur gladly takes his boyfriend kisses. "Okayy! Y/n I have to go!" Arthur makes sure he has all of his things with him and gives Y/n one passionate kiss on the lips before getting out of the car. "Wait Art!" Arthur turns around facing his boyfriend about to shut the door. "I love you!~" Y/n sings to him with a loving smile. "I love you too!" Arthur says back closing the door.

Y/n watches Arthur enter the building before starting the car again driving back to the shared apartment.

Arthur walks to his therapist room apologizing for being late. The session starts as regular questions and all that. Like "How are you Arthur have you been taking your medication?" and "What have you been doing this whole week." And Arthur answers with his usual short answers. But the woman notices some of the stories are missing some things and asks "Who were you with during this past week. Some of your stories are missing something or well really someone." Arthur stares at her for a while before a small smile appears.

A real smile escapes from his lips and mumbles under his breath. "Y/n and his family." The woman almost didn't hear it but she caught it. "And who is this Y/n?" Arthur face beams with a smile of the mention of Y/n. "Hes my boyfriend." Arthur says all giddy about his boyfriend. "When did you two meet?" She asked. "About six or seven months ago...but we just got together about like three months ago." He answers fidgeting with his hand and smiling down.

The woman opens her flies about Y/n and scans through them. "Arthur are you sure hes real. I mean you'd never mentioned him once and all of a sudden hes here now." Arthur gets taken back by the question but quickly answers with "Yeah hes real! i'm not that crazy... Hes my Y/n I even met his family!" "Arthur. For the past months you've been saying that you felt alone in this world. Maybe now your mind is making you imagine this "Y/n" guy as a defensive reaction so you won't go fully mad." Arthur stares at her before quickly standing up pacing around the room mumbling "Liar" and "No,no,no" The woman tries to get Arthur to sit back down but fails once Arthur runs out of the room.

Arthur goes to the bus stop still repeating "No,no" under his breath shaking and almost crying at the point that he actually is mad. Once the bus comes he goes to the back crying to himself on the window that Y/n his perfect Y/n isn't with him. Once it's his stop he rushes off the bus going to his apartment. He looks around for Y/n car but doesn't see it anywhere. He quickly gets in the apartment rushing to the elevator and basically smashing the buttons to go to his floor. Once they arrive at the floor he runs to his room unlocking the door and closing it and locks it behind him. "Y/n! no no noo! Y/n where are you!" He walks around the apartment looking for anything that proves that you're actually real.

But he sadly doesn't find anything and falls to the ground crying and beating the floor. He lays there for hours crying onto the floor not noticing the door being unlocked and a "Art you here?" Y/n walks around the place looking for his boyfriend but once he finds him almost half passed out gasping for air and crying. You quickly wrap him in your arms and your hands running up and down his back. "Shh. Sh. Baby don't cry what's the matter?"

Once Arthur hears your voice he immediately brings Y/n into a tight hug whimpering and crying onto him. "Y-you are real..." Y/n hears him cry into his shoulder. "Yes baby... I am real and I don't plan on going anytime soon.

THE END

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hvman-scvm · 5 months

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circusdexxter · 7 months

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I highly doubt anyone is gonna see this, but I read an Arthur fleck x reader (I don’t remember if it was gn, male, or fem reader) fic recently, where the reader comes home and searches for arthur, and ends up finding him in the fridge. I CANT find it, and I don’t remember the author 😭😭 If anyone can help me out and knows who the author is, please send me a message, I’d appreciate it so much.

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have you considered taking requests? Your writing is wicked good and I get it if you don’t. If you’re interested/ I was feeling a role reversal with a male Y/N being the civilian to joker’s female?

Hello anon I love you so so much!! First things first I never considered taking requests (I didn’t think anyone cared😭😭😭) but THEN I read yours and I went down a spiral! You didn’t give me any details or perimeters, just an idea and I just took that as a sign to go crazy go stupid! It is my first time writing for a M!reader so please forgive me if I screwed that aspect up! I got carried away and I’m not ashamed!!

I’m so sorry this is almost three weeks old! I promise I didn’t put you on the back burner.. I just didn’t now where to go at one point SO! without further ado *drum roll*

Role Reversal

Please note I was kinda inspired by The Neighborhood. I can envision Joker walking into this song sooo bad! Enjoy! 🖤✨

It was like any other day. Long hours spent sorting and moving heavy shipments within the warehouse.

Everyone had a role and stuck to it while maintaining playful banter whenever there was downtime in between work. You worked third shift, being wide awake when the common civilian was fast asleep. You handled the unseen portion of society's cycle of commerce. If you didn't work, these important goods would never arrive on time to where they needed to go.

A lot could happen overnight. It was your goal to make sure it did.

It didn't matter what was inside the boxes, your job was to prepare and load them into trucks. In your division just about everything from household electronics to stationary could pass through.

Tonight you signed up for misc. overtime. Ten hour shifts with your fellow co-workers packing who knows what. It could be anything passing right under your nose.

Your manager; who's attitude was infamous within the warehouse and aptly nicknamed Frost, vaguely confirmed some goods were hot and reminded everyone to keep their heads down and not ask any questions tonight.

This was Gotham City. Not everything being moved was legal but a job was a job and this one paid the bills very well. You learned to keep your mouth shut a long time ago about the things you saw. The company had lawyers on standby should there be any liability issues. You wouldn't need them.

You were almost done with your shift without touching any hot items when a new order was assigned to your line in redacted print.

"Great." You sighed and waited for the goods to arrive. In the meantime, you read over the shipment details.

They were bound for a southern shipping container truck. It was common knowledge that the south warehouse processed all of the illegal goods. Walking back there freaked you out and you didn't like to stay longer than necessary to get a job done there.

The new order consisted of ten big wooden crates with ominous fragile stickers plastered all over. You programmed your mind to ignore the contents and simply do your job.

"Whatcha think is inside of 'em, huh, Y/n?" Your buddy Jazz asked. He'd been with the company for three years and still asked stupid questions. It was a miracle he was still employed.

You matched the serial numbers to your portable power pad and scoffed. "Don't know, don't care."

You read the loading bay, 3B, and called it out. "On me. Three, two..." You were flexing your muscles to lift on one when a loud blast came from the main entrance.

It brought with it a cloak of smoke but you could hear the various shouts and rapid gunfire closing in on your location. "Jazz! Get down!"

You dove to tackle him and avoided the spray of bullets that hit the wall behind you.

"Yo! What the f__k man!?" Jazz shoved you away to scramble to his feet. You were confused as to why he was so calm until approaching footsteps stole your attention.

They were calculated and sharp on the ear, almost like heels, which made you stop and think.

What sane woman would walk through gunfire? Let alone be at a warehouse this late at night. Regardless, three figures emerged through the smoke.

One was a tall man who carried an assault rifle and another who preferred a standard pistol— but both flanked a woman whose presence stopped your heart.

Gotham City's most notorious psychopath was here and she looked every bit the crime boss she claimed to be.

Her stilettos could kill a man while simultaneously adding height to her petite frame. The tailored pinstripe suit she wore was a deep plum with subtle details but it was nothing compared to the complex character wearing it.

Joker's long hair was dyed her signature forest green and tonight she kept it pushed back— so her face could be seen.

The scars. They were hideous and yet one couldn't look away no matter how hard they tried. Some accounts reported an ex lover did it, another rumor claimed it was self-inflicted. Why any woman would carve her own face was beyond you.

Paired with her ghastly white makeup and dramatic smokey eyeshadow (that accented her light green eyes) she looked every bit the scary clown found in movies.

Joker came to a stop in front of Jazz and for a moment you thought she was gonna kill him outright until she smiled wide.

Her glossy black lipstick highlighted her unnaturally white teeth. "Well, well, well! Someone's been a very good boy."

Seeing coverage of her on tv was one thing opposed to the real deal. So many cops and eyewitnesses claimed she sounded like the devil, low and fierce, a true menace when demanding things yet if you closed your eyes, there was a slight childlike quality to her voice that put your mind at ease.

Delicate and alluring until she proved otherwise.

"Y-Yeah, I told ya I'm good for it! Don't believe me? It's all here." Jazz swept his arm towards the crates you two were supposed to be moving.

It took you all of three seconds to realize he was in on this. You decided to stay hidden behind a nearby forklift and listen. Joker nodded at her lackey to inspect. Thankfully he only cared about checking the goods and not looking over the side to find you. You saw him nod and move along to check the other crates down the line.

Jazz must've been promised compensation beforehand or he was simply one of the most cockiest dealers you ever seen. "Soooo. I helped secure the goods, gave solid intel." Joker's eyes darted over to him. "What's in it for me eh?"

Joker quickly replied. "I don't follow."

It was too quiet in the warehouse. The lackey finished his inspection and gave the all clear to his boss before resuming his flanking position. Everything was accounted for.

More men appeared from nowhere and began manually moving the crates into the 3B container. You looked on in horror as they added two more large crates into the container before closing it shut.

The truck was already backed into the loading bay. It wouldn't be hard for them to drive off with whatever was inside. What was Jazz thinking, messing with this lot? You peeked out of your hiding spot at the shakedown wrapping up. They were blocking the only exit and from here, things weren't looking too good for Jazz. He was outgunned and outmanned.

Joker had a frown on her face and from your position, you saw her acrylic nails twitch on the trigger of her gun.

The safety was off.

You knew Jazz had a hot temper and it didn't take much to set him off. You saw the signs in his posture. He took a deep breath and ticked his head to the side before speaking. "I'm askin' heh, where's my cut?"

You facepalmed. Jazz was incredibly stupid and Joker thought the same.

"Oh. Oh! You want a uhhh.. percentage! You hear that? He wants a cut!" Joker directed at her lackey holding the rifle. He chuckled and shook his head at the audacity.

Her heels clicked loudly on the warehouse floor as she walked closer to Jazz. Without warning, she grabbed his face and used her other hand to brandish a knife to it.

"You wanna cut? I'll give you a cut. You think I'd pay a lowlife informant like you?! Ha! Now, don't get me wrong. I'm veryyyy thankful for the intel. Really! I am! But uhh.. I don't need you anymore."

Joker spoke with such conviction she almost sounded sympathetic using her airy voice. It was like an angel speaking on the devil's behalf.

"And when I don't need things, they become loose ends! You wanna know what I do with loose ends?" She paused for dramatic effect.

Jazz looked ready to piss his pants but still had the balls to answer her. "N-No. No I don't."

"Of course you don't know! So lemme tell you!"

You began to hyperventilate to the sound of Jazz choking on his own blood. A feminine giggle was also heard right before your co-worker's body slumped to the ground.

"I get rid of 'em." Joker replied to no one. "You three handle the rest and move out."

They all replied with their affirmatives and the area suddenly became vacant. You thought they were gone and opened your eyes.

You were still behind the forklift but took a peek around. The coast was clear. You breathed a sigh of relief. Tonight's shift was insane and you didn't know how to proceed any of it. How would you report this to HR?

You turned around to catch your breath but you saw Joker crouching down in front of you. "Holy shh.."'

Your heart was in your throat watching her stare at you. Up close like this you could really appreciate her domineering presence in all of its glory. She applied both fear and seduction to rule Gotham City and it worked wonders in her favor.

Before her disfigurement you had no doubt she was beautiful. Hell, to an extent she still was.

Full lips stained a jet black curled naturally at the corners. Joker had a heart shaped face with soft features but her eyes... God, her eyes. They drew you in with their pale color and they were framed by thick, dark lashes.

They brushed against her high cheekbones with each exaggerated blink. "That's it. Breathe for me now..."

Her voice coached you into regulating your heartbeat. She didn't seem hostile at present but you knew her reputation. Her mood could flip at the drop of a hat.

"Better?" She asked. Your voice hadn't returned yet so you nodded frantically. It seemed to appease her. "Good, that's good."

Her hand came up to cup your cheek and brush some of your h/c hair off of your forehead. She cooed at you gently when you flinched away from her touch.

"Now, now. None of that." Her heavy lidded eyes were all you saw this close up. You chose to ignore Jazz's blood splattered across her face. She smelled like lighter fluid and roses; an obnoxiously sweet smell that clouded your senses.

You began to crave more of it against your better judgment.

She glanced down at your uniform and spotted your ID. A purple nail scraped the plastic surface right above your heart. "What are you so afraid of, Y/N L/N?" She even pronounced it right on the first try!

You stared straight into her eyes and answered truthfully. "You."

You were graced with her smile. It didn't matter that it was slicker than oil and also the same shade, it was the last thing you saw before you lost consciousness.

Your body felt groggy as if it were moving through molasses.

There were lights overhead that kept fading in and out. It felt like a weight was on your body. Like down feathers you wanted to cuddle into. Sure it was comforting but something told you the pressure it was wrong. It didn't belong there.

Your instincts were correct when it kept touching your body unprovoked. It glided over your chest and arms and moved to the nape of your neck almost affectionately.

You shook your head, groaning, which only made the feeling worse. The unknown was kissing you and you couldn't deny that it felt absolutely amazing.

"Wait..." you slurred. Your hands moved through the heavy fog and came to a rest on a set of hips.

They began moving in earnest once you squeezed them tight. No amount of force could make them stop. Overtime they grew tired of your useless efforts and relocated your hands above your head. Then all bets were off.

You protested but a gentle voice shushed you. A lingering kiss burned your cheek as you slipped back into unconsciousness.

You woke up in the back of an SUV. The lights you saw before were street lamps shining through the sunroof.

Your head was still foggy but all of the night's events came back to you when a weight shifted on your chest. You looked down in horror as a head of green hair nuzzled in closer to you. A rush of roses hit you right as Joker glanced up at you.

How could someone so beautiful cause so much mass destruction? Surely this was a dream.

Without thinking about the consequences, you brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. Two seconds later she had your wrist pinned to the headrest and a knife at your throat.

"Aht aht, don't get all sentimental on me alright?" She eyed your lips hungrily until you threw all caution to the wind.

"S-Sorry it's just, you're so pretty. Wait, f__k! That's not true! Wait, you are.. but I mean that's not.." She watched you struggle with words with a raised brow.

"And I'm the crazy one." Joker murmured under her breath. This was pathetic to watch. "Spit. It. Out!"

You looked at her, ready to reply, when the entire SUV suddenly lurched forward. You were protected by your seatbelt but Joker almost went airborne if not for your quick response. You caught her around the waist and dragged her back down before she was sent flying towards the front.

"Have you ever heard of a seatbelt before?" You asked offhandedly. She rolled her eyes at your lame joke.

"Hey Boss! Your lover boy is here!" The driver shouted over his shoulder. It was like a switch went off.

Whatever cheeky moment you had with Joker was cast aside, the second her crush/enemy was confirmed tailing the SUV. "Bats?"

Joker instantly got excited and dove forward to program the sunroof open. The vehicle was going over eighty mph and the sudden wind spun her seaweed hued hair about like a hurricane, giving her perfect bed head vibes.

She ducked down to ask you. "How do I look?"

Your e/c eyes traveled from her toned legs in those sexy heels, to her clenched waist, all the way up to her deadly smile waiting for your opinion.

You couldn't lie no matter how dangerous it was to tell the truth. You were a warm blooded male for crying out loud and Joker was every bit an ideal female. Well, minus the face and personality. But her body?

"H-Hot. You look.. hot."

You waited with bated breath to be stabbed or worse, but Joker simply laughed and stood on the seat to poke her head out the sunroof.

What followed was typical Batman and Joker behavior. She taunted the caped cruiser while shouting out declarations of love, (it didn't make you jealous..) while firing off an array of guns which surprisingly included a bazooka, at the hero.

You panicked when the front seat passenger loaded it up inside the SUV before handing it off to Joker. "Hey hey hey hey! What the f—!"

The shockwave it made as it went off caused the SUV to lose control for a few scary minutes and it left you little choice but to wrap your arms around Joker's legs, lest she hurt herself in the chaos.

Her jovial laughter sent a clear message that she was having way too much fun to care about safety.

If Batman's swanky tank of a car wasn't enough, two GCPD cruisers flanked the speeding SUV and rammed both sides at once. And poor you was caught in the middle, swearing at the top of your lungs. More gunshots decorated the body of the car, one of them piercing through the back of the passenger's seat.

Joker's men in the front were mocking your attempts to get her to stop this madness and pull over.

She kicked your arms away and continued her antics until you had enough. You never thought things through during intense situations. You adopted tunnel vision until the problem was resolved.

You tuned out the police screaming to ceasefire as you poked your head out of the sunroof. Your voice lowered an octave as you yanked Joker's arm down. "Get back inside the car now!"

Her minty eyes were wide like saucers witnessing your dominant display and if you were more focused, you would've seen the incoming missile hurling towards the SUV. It obviously came from the Batmobile and in any other scenario, the shell would've been harmless.

Joker was a tough cookie and so were her goons. They could walk away from anything unscathed. You couldn't.

The missile hit dead on, sending the SUV swerving straight into a GCPD car and both flipped over multiple times upon impact. The crash site was hauntingly quiet.

The other police cars set up a perimeter a respective distance as the Batmobile screeched to a halt behind it. As broken glass and smoke settled, you came too fairly quickly. More quick thinking on your part saved you and Joker's life as you pulled her inside and shielded her head the moment her driver shouted, incoming!

You wished you kept your seatbelt on but things weren't always perfect in near death situations.

You took majority of the impact and knocked out your shoulder to save Joker's more fragile body. You lost your grip on her during the second roll and you had to wait until the SUV came to a stop, on its driver's side, to call out to her.

All she did was groan and turn her head away. Not good.

You saw a sea of flashing lights and wisely crawled out the door for help. This was supposed to be an average night at work, clocking overtime, not witnessing your co-worker make a bad arms deal and be actively involved in a high speed police chase. Wait till your friends heard about this on the eleven o'clock news.

You were still wearing your work uniform but the police still shouted at you to stop moving and put your hands on your head. You didn't get offended; you did emerge from The Joker's getaway vehicle. You could be hostile for all they knew.

Orders were orders and you raised your bloody hands up slowly but that didn't stop your mouth from moving.

"My name is Y/N L/N I work at Dixon Shipping Co. I'm unharmed! She's inside and unresponsive! Please... do.. something.."

You sighed as two officers made their way to your side. Too little too late. They fell dead from two gunshots each. It caused another wave of panic and you turned to watch a disoriented Joker pick off the remaining cops like flies.

Her head was bleeding and she was missing a shoe but god did she look drop dead gorgeous in her element. Her hair was a mess blocking her vision, but she made it to your side without any issue.

You thought the worst when she yanked you up to your feet and shoved the barrel of her gun to your head. Great, so her mood had turned sour, again.

This time Batman himself entered the scene. "Let him go, Joker." His modified voice sounded way cooler on GCN..

Joker wheezed out a laugh. "Oooooh! Is my Batsy jealous?! Don't know why, since you SHOT A MISSILE AT ME!" She pointed her gun at the dark knight. "You... hurt me.. Bats. All the time! Over and over! Y/n would never hurt me. Right, Y/n?"

Batman gave you a look that clearly meant, play along or die.

You watched as another fleet of cops arrived on scene. Batman waved them back. Joker was far more hostile than she'd ever been and her head injury was only making her current episode worse. She kept blinking her eyes and swaying on the spot, but she was in control as long as a weapon was in her hands.

You played along and made sure to establish physical contact with her. "That's right J-Joker. I would never, um h-hurt you. Ya gotta believe that baby." The endearment left a sour taste on your tongue but if she was buying the lie, hey.

You felt the gun waver on your temple and you cautiously moved to twist Joker around so she was facing you. She felt so small wrapped up in your arms, you never wanted to let her go.

You fussed over her wild hair and sucked your teeth at the nasty gash found on her head. "I told you to wear a seatbelt."

"Shut up." Joker groaned. You were only one privy to the tiny smile pinching at her black lips.

"I'm giving you one last warning, Joker. Let. Him. GO!"

And all of your hard work went down the drain.

Joker screamed and restrengthened her grip on the gun, now pointed squarely at your forehead.

"Or what Bats? Huh? Or what? You're gonna punish me? Ohhh I do love it when you do that." Joker tipped her head back and laughed. Each tap of her gun to your head felt like a code but you wrote it off as a coincidence.

Maybe she was growing on you or maybe she was just predictable. Fat chance of that. But either way you felt safe being held at gunpoint by this madwoman. You knew she wouldn't pull the trigger. Her finger was nowhere near it.

"I'm not here to play games, Joker."

Joker scoffed at her adversary. Batman was no fun; you however were. Joker gave you a lazy, pained smile and out of the blue kissed you right there in the middle of the street. You were too tired to deny her.

A spotlight highlighted the bizarre moment and made you pull away to look up at it.

A helicopter was hovering above and within seconds a rope was tossed over, headed your way. Joker used your dazed expression (her kisses were that electrifying) and the shock factor from her audience to grab onto the rope. She fire her automatic at the police department to make her grand escape. They never saw it coming.

One bullet clipped Batman's breastplate, stunning him if anything, but the effect was all the same. It bought her some time to make it a few feet off the ground to get away.

Joker's sultry laugh quickly drew Batman's attention. "Have fun boys! Don't hurt each other too much fightin' over little 'ol me!"

More gunshots and laughter rained down as you dove for cover and stumbled across a broken piece of mirror. Black lipstick marks were all over your face and neck. No wonder GCPD officers saw you as a threat before.

Joker sent a clear message: you were her new plaything. And you were quite fine with that new title.

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