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remembered that one time i wrote smut abt y/n killing the joker đ§ how did yall not react to that
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i am LATE but @skkye asked if I have a Wattpad, which I technically do but haven't published anything. HOWEVER consider this an announcement I am going to be writing some spec ops guy fanfiction cuz... i will hihi
To Know Him is to Love Him [1/3]
Summary: The Joker kidnaps the reader in the interest of using her as blackmail. However, it doesnât go as planned.
Words: 1663
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There was nothing really special about that dark November the 5th evening. You left your job, walked home to the Narrows and then you were promptly knocked out, dragged someplace else and woken with a bucket of cold water. Â
In this way, there was no discernible difference between how you met the Joker and how most other people met the Joker; violently, dismally and suddenly. A grotesque overwhelming of the senses which could not be rubbed out.
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training turned tension starters
Or more specifically, âtwo characters who have been sparring or in combat training together and almost kiss at the end of their practice fightâ. As requested ! Feel free to make any changes.
âIs that the best you can do?â
âI wonât go easy on you.â /Â âIâll go easy on you.â /Â âQuit going easy on me.â
âHit me with your best shot.â
âYou need to do better if you want to meet your goal.â
âIâve been wanting to kick your ass all week.â
âIs this necessary?â
âTry again.â
âYouâre pissing me off.â /Â âIf youâre mad, why donât you use your anger? Beat me at least once.â
âHere, let me show you how.â
âWoah! [falls on top of __]âÂ
âNice moves.â
â[pins __ to floor]â / â[pins __ to wall]â
âYouâreâŚreally close right now.â
âGâget off of me.â
âYouâre heavy.â /Â âYouâre crushing me.â
âSorryâare you okay?â
âYouâre really red right now.â
ââŚDo we always end up on top of each other?â
âAre you still panting?â
âI told you, it was an accident.â
ââŚWhy donât you just kiss me?â
âIâll consider kissing you if you can beat me.â
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Cupid Carving His Bow by Italian painter and late Renaissance artist Parmigianino.
It is currently being housed in the Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna, Austria.
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âŞBanquet of Anthony and Cleopatra. Date: ca. 1630 Artist: Claude Vignon (French, 1593-1670) Medium: Oil on panel
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To Know Him is to Love Him [3/3]
Warnings: Implications of abuse and self-harm
Words: 777
Part I / Part II
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There was a knock on the door and a man said, âItâs time to leave.â I said, âNo, please let me stay.â âYou canât break the rules, you must leave,â he said. I raised my hand up as though to pray, and thatâs when it happened. I slowly disappeared into the darkness of the cabin, never to be seen again.Â
James Tate
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You had always yearned for love. Maybe in absence of fatherly love you had to prove to yourself you were loveable. Maybe thatâs why, before you even knew why people kissed, you would put on red lipstick and kiss the first boy at school who asked nicely. You would press your lips so aggressively against the first willing that you werenât sure if the red were remnants of attempted maturity or bruising. You yearned for the feeling, illusion, that the bruises which appeared on you(r lips) were an indication of reciprocation.
You loved; thought of; romanticized, the boy Ălmos the most because he dared show affection outside of the alley where he unbuttoned your shirt and squeezed randomly, pinching at whatever mound his chubby hands could find. In your diary: I love Ălmos, we are going to get married one day.Â
But you never saw him again because your father pulled you out of his arms, out of school, when he heard about the rumours (truths) which surrounded you even at that tender age. You would never forget the look of antipathy which you thought indicated something about love.
But Joker was different, wasnât he? Yes, there was nothing elementary about this love. Red and dangerous like the jaws of the Hodag. There would be a look of egoism if he could see you with him, even if the bruises hadnât changed much. In your diary: I love Joker, he cares about me.Â
You did anything he asked because there would be no diversion from this path. A path that with enough rationalizing seemed wholly good and accomplished.Â
It started small. Be a bit naughty for me, birdie. Your fingers would clam up but you would wear the vaguest smile. Let me see you flap those wings, hm? Some lax agreements: okay, yeah, sure. You stole a pearl necklace. You knew Gotham Jewelers were struggling yet you walked out with wobbly knees and quickened pace and the distinct sensation that you had felt. It was a good path to follow, one which did not force you to rely on pain.Â
But it had quickly devolved and now you were standing on a marble floor with blood on it - a metonymy you had only ever heard and never realized how horrible it was to see. The alarms and gunshots were terrible sounds, but even worse was the fact you held the gun. Even worse were the dozens of doe eyes which looked up at you and reminded you of Someone.Â
âYou are such an awful karmic God.â
You looked to Joker, of course, because he would part the Red Sea for you, showing that path. There was a knowing in his eyes which should have been comforting.Â
You followed him deeper ones the screams were subdued. Further down. Down. Scrolling further down, revealing more. He pulled you closer by the waist, hand on your backside. You guzzled it all, leaning into his sweaty neck. There was a rancid stench. In confidence, I tell you-
The vault was everything you didnât expect. Somehow just like in the movies but so different. It was intimidating, grander than you would ever be. Joker guided your hand around it. Just as we practised. You had never practised, only gone through those motions so he would be happy. You squeezed his hand just as he was about to let go. He gawked with fascination before digging his nails into your hand. You saw it as reciprocation.Â
It was strange how casual it felt when the Joker left you to open the vault. Like you were just a wife tending to the house, bidding her husband adieu and a good day at the office. You kept the house tidy by opening the vault with the grotesquely loud machine whose name you couldnât even place. It blared in agony its message. You would open the vault. A nice meal for your returning prince. His favourite.
Considering the deafening sounds, it was no surprise you didnât hear the sirens - distinctly different from the shrill alarm. Nor did you hear the bundles of footsteps and lack of fight as it approached you. Or maybe you chose not to hear it. Maybe thatâs why when you busted into the vault, you did not run to tell Him, but went inside and stared into the reflective surfaces. The metallic cold told you a truth.Â
You were not surprised you werenât crying. You were not surprised you didnât feel the stab of betrayal. You had realized something. And as you were dragged away by your arms, you didnât kick or scream.
In your diary: I love Him, my unrealistic chimaera.
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when did I get 250 followers đłđł im sorry I never post đâď¸
xoxo clown girl
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people who reblog fics are the real ogs not gonna lie
but I also love all the people who like. idk you're all gorgiz luv đđźââď¸đ¤Ş
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I loved the vigilantes fanfiction about HL joker! you're writing is amazing, you should make that one a series! keep it up xxx
oh, thanks a ton! itâs nice to hear!! i wasnt planning on making that one a series but if thereâs a lot of interest i could consider it :- ) <3
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The Jokerized trailer for The Dark Knight. (x)
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Vainglorious Vigilantes
Request: âok ok⌠so I was sitting there hot sauce on my tiddies and I thought of a request. So Iâve never really seen this done before and hopefully I explain this in a way you can understand because I have dumb bitch syndrome. anyways, maybe the reader could mayhaps be batman and joker ( whichever of ur choosing ) could just subtly flirt with them. And reader is just done with his shit but also flirts back. This is a mess Iâm sorry LMAO! ty tho!â
Synopsis: Reader is a vigilante, and tonight, they have to protect a criminal from the [Heath Ledger] Joker.Â
Words: 1â849
Protecting-Gotham-and-its-people-itâs-STUPID WHORE
Such were the words plastered on the publicity poster. However, it being defaced, both your caricature (drawn brawnier and mightier than you actually were) and pseudonym (certainly not âStupid Whoreâ) were scribbled over with red sharpie. Your eyes were crudely crossed out and there was a bullet wound etched on your forehead. The dysphemism for you was written in scraggly letters.Â
Perhaps you would have found this vandalization disturbing if youâd had any hand in making this poster. However, as the logo in the bottom right suggested, it was commissioned and distributed by the RGC - the Royal Gotham Coalition, where Royal is written in obnoxious cursive. A group of rich Gothamites who liked to pat themselves on their back and would rather spend money on propaganda such as this than actual improvements.Â
Disturbing or not, it did tell you something about the man you were begrudgingly protecting: he was not a big fan.Â
âI see youâve found my art. Do you like it? Should I start a gallery perhaps? I have one for all you types. Iâll call it The Vainglorious Vigilantes.âÂ
It must be common knowledge at this point that anybody working for the Boyles must be in some way vile. That they must have some deep-rooted moral sickness. However, to say that you didnât have a particularly negative bias towards Elijah the Nose, consigliere of the Boyle family, would be a lie. Perhaps it was his high ranking position, his ability to escape justice, or that terribly grating voice of his. Regardless, it was an understatement to say it took every nerve in your body to resist punching him right then and there.Â
You glared at him, lips pulling into a tight frown.âHave you no sense of self-preservation? Gratitude?â That you had decided to defend him was beyond your own comprehension; a disjoint decision made by the angel on your shoulder.
âI didnât ask for your help. I donât need your help,â Elijah asserted, spitting on the ground and leaning further into the leather couch. It would have been convincing if not for his bouncing leg.Â
âYou did ask for trouble, though,â you walked over to him, hovering above him. âCrazy fucking clown? Thatâs really what you decided to call the Joker? For everyone to know?â You crossed your arms. Admittedly, hearing about it had been funny. But if the guy was going to die for insulting someone, make it creative.Â
âYouâd do the same in my position.â He furrowed his eyebrows, a flame igniting in his eyes. âHe stole our fuckinâ plans. Executing them one night before us. Heâs toyinâ with us. That money was ours.âÂ
âNo, it was the property of Gotham Jewelers. You were going to steal it.âÂ
Elijah released a frustrated roar, pushing himself onto his feet. First, he paced towards you, making your hands twitch towards your weapon, then he paced to the other side of the room. He continuously peaked out of his curtains, biting his nails. It was plain to anyone watching he was more nervous than he would admit despite the dozens of soldati he had stationed below.
Considering the fact that he hadnât even locked the windows when you snuck through them, you could understand why. Was he, in what could be his last moments, introspective enough to understand his own limited intelligence was not nearly enough to protect him? (You doubted it).
Not inclined to set him at ease, you plopped yourself into the couch, only subtly looking around. Youâd already rigged the room and told Elijah to dismiss every soldati in the room. You knew Joker - or at least you liked to think you did. He wasnât crazy, he was astute. To assume him a raving madman was a one-way ticket to a broken collarbone (you spoke from experience). Although you felt the room was quite Joker proof, relax was the last thing youâd do.
You wanted to catch him and lock him up for good. Gotham deserved that much.Â
And maybe that was why you decided to protect Elijah. Not in a sudden action of complete martyrdom, but to use him as bait. Or maybe, somehow, youâd grown attached to him and his complete inability to commit crimes which made your self-imposed job easier.Â
One thing that could be said about Elijah was that he liked to live lavishly. His bedroom, in which you now resided, was an eclectic mix of authentic victorian and contemporary styles. It was a constant reiteration of Is-That-A-Rembrandts and Thatâs-Worth-More-Than-Mes. It made you frown to think it was made off the backs of Gothamâs people.Â
No, it definitely wasnât attachment to Elijah which made you stick around.
You were staring at what had to be a recreation of Klimtâs The Kiss. You werenât exactly an art appraiser but it struck you how authentic it looked, how authentic it smelled when you got too close.Â
âOhh, Klimt. Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.â
You whipped your head around, your weapon entering your grasp before you could truly process what was happening. It was disorienting, the way your courage dropped into your stomach when you saw Elijah in the Jokerâs grasp. A stalemate was immediately introduced as a knife was pressed to Elijahâs jugular. He cried out, a serenade of hopelessness.Â
You were less focused on Elijahâs safety and more focused on the Joker, however. But did the Joker know that? Or could you use that? Damn those indiscernible, dark eyes.Â
âI didnât know you were a man of the bible,â you hummed as you tried to glide closer, shuffling your feet.Â
The Joker made a whistling sound. âIâm full of surprises, snookums.â
You resisted cringing, hiding it with a smirk. âOh, Iâm sure, snugglekins,â you breathed, your eyes flickering. Taking the chance, you kicked the coffee table separating the two of you into his shins. He was immediately thrown off balance, just enough for you to dive and grab Elijah, ragdolling him out of the Jokerâs grasp. âBut so am I.â
The Joker attempted to grab you, his hand leaping for your arm, but you narrowly took a step back last second, almost tripping on the couch.Â
âOh, honey-darling, youâre going to break my heart,â he cooed.Â
You were both still for a moment, before he lunged at you, grabbing your shoulders and throwing you aside, attempting to break your balance. You knocked your head against his, hearing something crack - you werenât sure if it was you or him. You were aptly disoriented when you slashed a dagger his way, only to realize he was out of reach. A punch found itself in your abdomen before you could register it was coming.Â
You hunched over, gripping your stomach and letting out a hoarse cough. By the time you had oriented yourself onto your feet, the Joker had Elijah in his grasp again.Â
âIs your ego so fragile you walk right into this set-up just to get this man?â You hissed. You slowly backed yourself towards the bookshelf parallel to the Joker, slipping your hand between the books. âYou take me as a fool if you think Iâm going to let you kill him and walk away.â You pressed the button, sending the entire house into a frenzy. The alarm set-up was hastily made, but it seemed it worked.
He made a whistling sound, his eyes glistening as he listened to the sounds of dozens of soldati moving around in the rooms surrounding them. You couldnât hold back a smile, as if to say, your move.
âWhoâs to say Iâm here to kill him? Maybe I just wanted to see you,â he purred, the knife closing in on Elijahâs throat. You took a daring step forward, testing his limits. âA-ta-ta, one more step and the curtains wonât be the only red thing around here.â Did you even care? Maybe not, but if Elijah was alive what would stop him from attempting to leave? You needed to corner him and fast.Â
âI, ah, yes, as I was saying,â he cleared his throat, using his free hand to comb his hair out of his face. âI wanted ta see you. Not that stupid mask of yours, hm? Let me see whatâs behind all of,â he made a circular motion with his knife, pointing at your face, âthat.â
âOh yeah? Are you going to reveal whatâs under all the paint, then?â
He chuckled âUnlikely.âÂ
You trudged towards him as he trudged backwards, despite his warnings. âIs that a no?â he hummed, watching you closely. You, on the other hand, were watching where he was going. You were hoping he was going to set off one of your traps. You didnât say anything, trying to push him just a little further.
âThatâs a shame.â You were pulled out of your focus as blood spurted onto the floor. Elijahâs blood. You were shocked - somehow you didnât think heâd do it - not yet anyways, and there was esotericism to seeing Elijahâs limp body crumble onto the ground. He was dead. The Joker, on the other hand, was way less concerned with that.Â
âWell, the partyâs over,â he sighed, âYouâre no fun at all, Kitten.â He continued backing away, now at a much quicker pace. He was heading for the windows.Â
âYou thought it would be that easy?â
âNo.â
You growled, sprinting towards him. He tried to push the windows open, having opened the lock at the bottom. The brief look of confusion was too satisfying. You grabbed his collar and shoved him up against the wall. âYour reign over this city is over, Joker.â On cue, sirens appeared in the distance. âThe soldati wasnât the only thing alarmed.âÂ
The look on his face was indescribable. You were expecting disappointment, anger, fear even, but instead, he had this crazy look in his eyes and a grin only widened by his scars. A laugh bubbled from his throat. âYou ever played poker, Doll?âÂ
You furrowed your eyebrows. You had no idea how to answer. This was no doubt a part of his anticks but, you couldnât help but listen.
âWell, in the business, we say: As long as youâve got âa chip and a chairâ, thereâs still hope.â He let out another howling laugh. You shoved him onto the ground, moving to put him into binds when you felt a sharp pain at the back of your head. You toppled over, falling onto the ground with a thud. Your vision was a pool of colours and vague shapes. You felt how the Joker hovered over you, a blur of red, white and green filling your vision.
âYou do well to remember that next time.â You tried to push yourself away, trying to orient yourself in the expanding room. The other person, Jokerâs helper, who were they? Where were they? You looked around, the world remains a blur.Â
The Joker grabbed your face, forcing you to turn his way, and as your vision sunk into darkness, you heard a collection of last words. âLetâs see whoâs under the mask.âÂ
#there's a bunch of references in here skpskdps#find them all and win a prize!#anyways i hope this is good wdkpkwpd#i have NO CLUE what im doing but UwU#joker fanfiction#request#joker x reader#joker imagine#ledger!joker#im a talentless freak of nature
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