#-angel joker? I should do that. Yeah.'

[tallemy]

If you don't mind. who's your not cup of tea IDV ships? What's your thoughts of them? You can say anything the platonic about your not cup of tea IDV ships.

Oh no, I do not mind! I tend to not mention them publicly because I do not want people to believe that I am hating on their ships, sadly, but I do have a fair number of them. orz

I think the only strictly notp that roots from lore reasons is jokermargie and I even tend to avoid people who try to make it cute and fluffy, because it's actively denying their shared lore and the mutual abuse they push on each other to the point it results with Margie's death. Margie went to Joker, because she knew that he already had negative feelings towards Sergi after he had taken his spot in the circus, and used this initial bad impression to get his help. Joker was nothing but a nameless clown in her life, far too easy to control in order to get her freedom. On the other hand, Joker completely misunderstood her reasons and thought that Margie has genuine feelings for him, hence why he went completely mad and started paradeing around like her ex-husband/abuser when he realized this was not the case. His mental health only plummetting further when Margie tried to set him up against Mike using the same method she had in the circus.

Afterwards, the bitterness he had kept bottled up over the years shattered the moment he was forced to face reality and refused to accept that a woman who is nice to him might not have any feelings towards him.

The general theme of their meeting is that Margie turns Joker into a monster and then dies as a result, because she falls victim to the monster she had created for her own survival. COA3 is basically the retelling of this through the Museum and the Netherwalker who got corrupted by the woman he fell for, while the woman only wanted to spread Abyss in the world. Even the recent event has her using Moonlit Shoal's willingness to help and then this causes the death of an entire group. 👀 I think it's an interesting topic to study in the psychological horror way, but definitely not something that should be presented as a fluffy love-love relationship and Netease repeatedly makes this clear in their AUs and in their canon game. :') tl;dr I like both characters but I think they should be happy with someone else or even be alone for their own sake and because what Joker did was selfish and wrong to begin with. Even if Margie did bad things, at the end of the day she was a woman abused by her husband but she never even GOT the chance to mentally heal from that trauma. (+ the fact that Joker wanted to be the hero of the story so bad, that he had went up to someone's abusive husband after Margie had spent the night at his tent? That's just turns the victim's life a living hell. He never even took Margie's side into consideration. Not in the circus and not in their game) The rest are just "I mute these ships and do not seek interaction due to past experiences with shippers." But I do not really have thoughts about them. Maybe I would have enjoyed them, but due to the behaviour of their fans, the ship sailed without me.

[alarmsofmyheart]

Alright let's start.

Jack and Joker U Steal My Heart

Ep 5

Hoi cares more than anyone.

GODFUCK! I had to pause. I've never seen an actual wine bottle be broken on anyone's head. The closest I saw that was in Doona and he used helmet. But damn. Joker sure loves Jack alot.

I'm stupid what did I expect when Joke returns the ring.. I just didn't think, if I saw it week after week, I might have thought so but yeah..

Sweet he bought medicine.

Ajajshssh Aran becomes the bait now.

Wound cleaning!!!

Mark looks so royal and pretty!!!

God Yin the acting🤣 Jack was so over the top!

Omg are the wearing the same outfits

What is this cat fight 🤣🤣🤣

Jack, your eyes, can't be hidden by that scarf mask. I'm reminded of that one episode in word of honor where they used a barely hiding scarf as mask, but this is atleast black in color.

Are they idiots or what?? Oh they just hate each other.

Hope knows what he likes - Save, beating up people, graphic designing.

Well Joke didn't have a nice dad or brother to learn driving from. And yeah he was in jail too.

Not them using a BMW to learn to drive😭😭😭

Nice sneaking way of listening.

Stop smiling Jack. He stopped.

New disguise 🥸🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

It's nice to see him act different roles in same show.

Aran roaming around with three buttons of that jacket is cute.

Did Aran just smile at Tatoo?

The number of times Joker got choked, if I drank each time in today's binge watch, I would have been drunk by now.

Did Jack just take over the call from Tatoo.. aw..

War's wig is bouncing with every step haha

Why is that place empty?

Awww Jack showed up! Oh it's the same bar!

Same, if everytime Joker got kicked in stomach and I drank, I would have developed acute liver failure by now.

Not Aran getting slapped twice. Boi you should not be fighting. That's why you have bodyguards😭

Did he just throw Aran on top off Tattoo and walk away🤣😭

Tooth and Tongue by P'Bird 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Did he stab Jack???

Double kick was so well shot. In sync. Dk how many takes it took, but it was good.

Jack, Joke and Ama sound the same because they both love you, you idiot.

Did Tatoo steal it again? What's wrong now??

Awww povidone in :) shape

More Wound Caring 🩷

War's eyes. Crazy mad Joker.

Joke forgave. ???!!!!!!!!!!!!

Terrace! Is it terrace or parking area!! Or both.. this is reminding me of Vee Mark terrace scene. Yin War - They have both grown up a little.

OHmy Jack forgave!

Does that mean more than what he means?

Oh damn my tablet died.

Not the 'theres a lot to eat, do you want to come over' cliche cutest thing

Awwwww Kicking my feet in the air, they are restarting. Gosh those few minutes was so good SO GOOD. I could write about it more and more but the rest of plot also takes up space. I will probably write about in rewatch sessions.

(Now I regret not watching the show since it was airing, this would have felt so much better if I had been watching and waiting for a month.)

The issue with not registering the marriage sure shows up in hundred different ways in the next generation's life. It's sad.

It's sad to see Rosé walk all over Aran, because yes, she has more money and legitimacy. Fuck all these hierarchies.

Aran being a decent boss' son by covering up this and that and everything was actually very angel baby of him.

Not Jack getting caught out of all those people. But it's for plot purposes. Let's wait.

So the preview shows Jack introducing Joke to his home tuition kids and then sleeping together. I'll pretend that information is not yet processed and I shall wait peacefully for the next episode.

[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse: Mind Games (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Mind Games

series summary:  

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?

chapter summary:

The mind is a dangerous weapon, you should know this firsthand. Surely this all can't be real? But if so.. then who's lying? And who's telling the truth?

author's note:

Its been far too long loves! I'm back with a new update and boy is this one a doozy! Forget everything you thought happened last chapter and just read from the top! Things will slowly start to make sense or trick you. I hope you enjoy either way! I had a song selected for this chapter but in the end, it didn't fit the overall mood. Maybe next time.

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When did your mind start playing tricks on you? Did you hallucinate the entire conversation or just bits and pieces? When did it all go horribly wrong?

Your head was pounding and you didn't remember a thing after Bruce stepped closer to you.

When your back hit the balcony railing, it set off a trigger that made you instantly disassociate. You didn't hear Bruce's smooth voice after that as it was replaced with another from your past— one that you tried so hard to forget. It was sickly sweet and made you feel dirty inside and out.

Words and phrases were twisted around until you didn't know what to believe anymore. The background changed from your rooftop balcony to that damp and dark alleyway and that's when you knew nothing beyond this point was real.

Deep down you knew Bruce would never be this cruel but you couldn't be too sure. He was a gentleman... this wasn't real, but your mind made it seem very realistic.

Your memories from that night were back and you couldn't bear to relive it again.

'It's not real.' You repeated over and over as your mind spiraled out of control.

Bruce noticed you were shivering and covered your shoulders with a heavy blanket. He sighed when you tensed up and wrapped the fabric around yourself like a shield. You were so jumpy lately, it really had him concerned.

He didn't understand why you were so distant towards him. Bruce could be the bigger person here and ask why despite the awkward tension festering between the two of you.

"How do I say this? You've been distant lately. Especially to me." He said. He wasn't expecting your timid voice to respond so quickly.

"Uh.. yeah? I hope so since I broke things off with you and if you haven't noticed over dinner— I've moved on. You're the one that keeps being nice and trying to get along with my parents.."

Bruce strained to hear what else you said under your breath but he caught your eyes blinking a mile a minute. That was unusual.

"Y/n, are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah." You said without missing a beat.

He frowned and stepped closer, causing you to back away and hit the balcony railing with your hip. You slurred more of your words together.

"Are you sure? You look unwell, Y/n. Perhaps we should get you inside."

You were mumbling under your breath but Bruce couldn't hear a word. He knew something was wrong when you held your head and started hyperventilating. Then it hit him. You were having a panic attack.

His Batman instincts immediately kicked in.

"Breathe in and out, Y/n. Whatever it is, it's not real. Can you hear me? Y/n?" You avoided his touch but Bruce was persistent in trying to calm you down.

"Whatever is hurting you Y/n, please let me inand—"

Bruce never heard a scream as blood curdling as yours.

It's like he said the magic words and triggered old memories, for you immediately began fighting his hold, kicking and screaming with all your might. Bruce was a strong individual, with or without the bat suit, but he struggled trying to keep you still. You were too close to the balcony ledge for his liking so he corralled you back towards the apartment to keep you safe.

Everyone in the penthouse heard your horrified scream and woke up out of their slumber to investigate.

Your mom and dad were unfortunately veterans to this and knew exactly what was going on so they rushed straight to the scene.

Barbara, Morgana, and Dick however stumbled out of their rooms and followed the commotion out onto the balcony, not truly understanding what was going on in.

They all arrived to witness you screaming at the top of your lungs and clawing at Bruce's arms like a feral cat. He was trying to calm you down but the scene looked rather odd without any context.

Your parents would walk in while the two of you were in a suggestive position.

Bruce did a double take at the shocked audience and shouted, "Don't just stand there, help me!" You resorted to biting him and he almost lost his grip on you again if not for his leg pinning you down.

Your mother panicked seeing you in a fit of hysterics and she couldn't blame you. You were being manhandled during such a delicate situation.

"Let go of her!" She rushed to Bruce's side and snatched you out of his hold.

The second you felt a female presence, you stopped fighting back but continued to cry uncontrollably.

Your father slid to your side but kept his distance as to not set you off again. He felt useless not being able to help in your time of need yet your mother quickly stepped up to the plate in his stead.

"It's okay sweetheart. It's over, it's over. He's gone. You're safe now. It's all over." Your mother shushed in your ear. She rocked you like a baby as you choked back tears.

"P-Please stop! It hurts!" You wailed. Your mother blinked back her own tears while rubbing your back in big comforting circles. Your father met her gaze as they held a private conversation.

It's happening again.

"It's not real, Y/n. You're safe now." Mom glanced at Bruce's bloody arms and winced. "Babe, can you go find the first aid kit for Bruce?" She whispered to your dad so you wouldn't hear.

Everyone's eyes focused on the angry red claw marks your nails left on Bruce. Just what happened here? Your father grimaced at the bite mark but stood up to make himself useful.

You pleaded again, trapped in a distant memory and Morgana choked back a sob hearing her friend in so much pain.

It was too much to witness and she turned away to cry. Dick stood off to the side, oddly quiet, but concerned for his sister. Everyone was.

Barbara couldn't stand the silence and cried out, "What happened Bruce?"

Multiple curious eyes watched the billionaire rub the back of his head. Your father came back with the first aid kit and started accessing the damage you left. "She's still a fighter (mother's name). I bet these hurt like a mf, lemme see." 

Bruce had suffered worse injuries but your nails were rather sharp so he let your father dab alcohol on each scratch to flush out the blood. Bruce had yet to answer the question on everyone's mind.

Your mother looked Bruce dead in the eye and arched an eyebrow. He thought he was gonna get the scolding of a lifetime at the intense e/c staring him down.

He started from the top and explained.

"I genuinely do not know. It's chilly out so I came to offer Y/n a blanket. I tried striking up a conversation about what happened over dinner but she started blinking excessively and clutching her head as if she had a headache. Her back hit the railing and I think she began to have a panic attack. When I tried to calm her down, she became combative."

You whimpered in your mother's arms as you finally fell asleep. She sighed in relief and swapped places with your dad.

She knew he felt useless and he gladly held you close now that you were unconscious and unaware of a male's touch. Your mom waved Bruce over and set about applying Neosporin to his scratches.

They were rather deep but they would heal in a few days time. He declined bandaids and she snapped the first aid kit closed and spoke.

"Don't blame yourself for this. Y/n had a very stressful day and her mind isn't functioning properly because of it."

"That doesn't explain what happened? Is Y/n okay?!" Morgana returned to the conversation with tear tracks still visible on her face.

She never seen you so distraught before. It was like a completely different person possessed your body just then. What kind of friend was she to not notice how much pain you were hiding? She wasn't any better than Florence.

Barbara was thinking the exact same thing. You needed solid friends right now and she was the worst one imaginable.

Your mother took a look around and sighed at the somber air on the balcony. She was emotionally drained after consoling you and it appeared that everyone else was drained as well.

"I think it's time to address the elephant in the room." She sighed. Your father shared a look with his wife. "You think Y/n will like that?"

Mom rolled her neck and snapped.

"D__n it, (father's name)! These are her friends! This episode clearly shows she's been suffering alone! They can help if they know what's going on! She can't keep bottling this up forever; it's killing her. Do you like seeing her like this? Reliving that night every time she's touched the wrong way or backed into a corner?"

Your father bit out his reply. "Of course I don't! But when Y/n wakes up and sees everyone eyeing her in pity, she'll recluse herself again. It's why she moved in the first place. Not everybody heals the way y'all doctors assume people should!"

Dick sighed and stepped in between the feuding couple. This could go on all night if someone didn't stop them.

They both eyed Dick, wondering what the charismatic boy was fixing to say.

"Unofficial, but official, adopted parents please. Go get Y/n situated then meet us back in the living room." Dick didn't wait for them to respond, he just asked Morgana and Bruce to follow him inside as he helped Barbara's wheelchair get over the balcony's sliding door hump.

Your parents didn't dispute his request. They got you settled in bed before coming back out into the living room with no further arguments.

Your friends were gathered around your living room in various stages of alertness. Dick handed out drinks to go with the sweets Barbara baked earlier.

After being woken up so abruptly, sugar was vital to stay awake.

Exhaustion was all around but this was an important meeting that was about to transpire. Not a second could be missed.

Your dad sat down with a sigh and pulled your mother into his lap.

They finally looked their age as they gathered their thoughts to begin. The air in the room was heavy for the next hour and a half as they explained everything to your closest friends.

What they had to say was absolutely horrifying.

"You sure you'll be alright dear?" Your mother asked.

She stood in the foyer as Dick and her husband loaded the car downstairs with leftovers early Friday morning.

The morning came with hushed trepidation but the crew was forced to eat breakfast without you.

You had slept on through the night without any other episodes and your mother didn't anticipate for you to wake up until late this afternoon.

Her and your father had to head back to Blüdhaven and Dick offered to drive them so they didn't have to catch a train. Bruce had to head into the office for board meetings and after apologizing to your parents, (your mother assured the billionaire that this wasn't his fault) he left with the promise that he would check on you later today.

Barbara wanted to stick around but she had to return to work herself which left Morgana volunteering to stay at your penthouse to take care of you.

The perks of being your own boss, she joked. 'You make your own hours.'

Morgana smiled at your mother and nodded.

"Yes ma'am, I'll be alright. Dick showed me around so I got a feel of the place. Leftovers are in the fridge so if she wakes up, I'll make sure she eats and provide her lots of emotional support. You told me what to do if she... that happens again." Morgana scratched her cheek, still processing all that was discussed last night. Or rather this morning.

Bruce, Barbara, Dick, and Morgana saw you in a new light after your parents revealed your dark past and they each swore not to cast a shred of pity on you.

You needed them more than you let on.

Barbara and Morgana were beside themselves hearing about your past and they felt awful for almost ruining a friendship over a silly rumor Florence hatched up. That was the least of their concerns right now. Getting you back in high spirits was the only priority.

Morgana called her employees and asked them to deliver a crate of assorted flowers to your apartment building.

You loved her creations so she would surprise you with a giant bouquet for your apartment. It was a tiny gesture in the grand scheme of things but Morgana was willing to do anything to make you happy after last night.

Flowers could liven up the place and ward off bad spirits. She made a mental note to water your sunroom plants while she was here.

"Well dear, you have my number if you need me." Your mother hugged Morgana right as Dick came through the door saying they were ready to go. "You take good care of my baby! We'll be back in a few more weeks." She said.

"Call me if you have a question, Morgana!" Dick offered to the florist.

Morgana waved them both off and closed the door after more pleasantries were exchanged.

Your parents were super cool. Morgana was lucky to have met them even despite the terrible circumstances. She sighed to herself and thought aloud. "What a day.. and it just started."

She had the place to herself until you woke up so she went about accessing the state of your household plants.

They looked a little worse for wear and could stand a special treatment.

The day trickled on and Morgana spent the majority of it working on the lush floral display her employees dropped off at your place. She twisted exotic and local flowers into a gorgeous statement piece but something was missing.

Morgana was wracking her head around exactly what when she swore she heard your bedroom door close.

"Y/n?"

She looked towards the hallway but didn't see anything. A glance at the clock set the day around one in the afternoon.

Your mother was right about you sleeping in. It meant this happened numerous times in the past for her to have a predetermined schedule.

Morgana shivered. How long have you suffered like this?

She saw a blanket-clad figure float down the hallway and set a pink rose down to follow you.

"Y/n are you..." You slammed the door shut right in her face.

Morgana stuttered in shock but pushed it back open only to watch you crawl under the covers. This was so unlike you. "Y/n are you hungry?" She asked hesitantly.

You shifted under the covers away from Morgana's gentle voice.

Your mom warned her that you'd be antisocial for the next twenty-four hours but urged the florist to get some food and water in you. You lost a lot of fluids from crying last night and needed to replenish yourself or risk getting sick.

Morgana sighed at your lack of response but left to fix you a simple plate of food to eat with some water. You were still a hermit when she returned to the bedroom. You were gonna make this babysitting thing difficult.

Morgana sat the glass of water down on the nightstand should you wake up thirsty.

"I left some water and a plate of food if you feel up to it, Y/n." She said.

You remained buried under covers with no plans of returning to the real world. Dick had invaded Joker's room and erased the comforting scent of lighter fluid and cinnamon from the bed sheets.

With the sea of uncertainty floating within your head, you needed something familiar to ground you to the present. You craved Joker and his unique scent but he was nowhere to be found.

You whimpered dejectedly and Morgana's heart went out to you.

She wanted to offer you some emotional support but decided to leave you be. No words of encouragement could help the pain you were in.

She checked on you one last time before leaving your room. Her mind was focused on you and not her surroundings. She received the jump scare of a lifetime when she turned the corner.

"Holy s__t!" Morgana yelped.

Joker pursed his lips and watched your friend try to scramble away. Morgana knocked a figurine on the hallway table over but remained on her feet for the most part. The bauble smashed onto the floor in several pieces and Joker hummed offhandedly at its demise.

"I uh li-ked that one. So! I'm guessing you're the... florist friend."

He blocked her escape and tilted his head in a show of intimidation. It worked like a charm. Morgana's brown eyes were wide like saucers.

"Y/n likes your work. The uhh.. arrangements.. from Arrange Me NoT.. ya see. I wasn't ex-pect-ting visitors so uh sorry bout this..." Joker went to grab Morgana but she shoved the decorative table in his direction and bolted down the hallway.

Joker sighed and gave her a head's start before he easily caught up to her in the living room.

He yanked her back by her hair and Morgana, ever mindful of you trying to sleep, stifled her scream with her palm.

Her back collided with the wall as Joker held a knife up to her throat. It was natural that she panicked but she did so for an entirely different reason.

"You can't kill me, it'll tear Y/n apart!" Morgana looked Joker dead in the eye and pleaded her case. He rolled his eyes and nudged her jugular with his knife.

"S-She's hurting! She's hurting and we didn't know!! If you kill me it'll only make things worse on her! Please, I want to take care of my friend, I won't tell a-anyone! I-I-I promise!" Morgana started to sob but Joker could care less.

He furrowed his brows and gripped his knife tighter, "Whaddya mean.. 'Y/n is hurting?"

Morgana scanned Joker's face. His makeup was more terrifying in person than on tv.

The clown looked serious but she didn't know the guy well enough to know for sure so she asked aloud. "Y-You don't know?"

J rolled his eyes again and smacked his lips. "I wouldn't asK if I diD, now would I? Who. HurT. Her?" Morgana flinched every time he stressed a syllable.

Now, Morgana was a sensible woman. She was book and street smart and used them well in life.

Even with her back literally against the wall, she wouldn't show fear; it wasn't in her free spirited nature. She faced fear with a straight face and dealt with the consequences later, however; this man was worse than fear.

The Joker was unpredictable and unnaturally calm with everything he did. He held her at knifepoint with a lazy grin as if it didn't matter if she answered or not.

She would die regardless.

Her life didn't matter to him so she had to think smart to stay alive. She resorted to her business savvy skills.

Morgana had information that Joker didn't know about and that put a value on her life. It would buy her some time to escape at least.

She nodded to herself and began to work.

"Will you let me go? I-I'll tell you anything, just.. not while being held at knifepoint." Morgana glanced at the weapon resting precariously on her jugular. Any more pressure and the edge would puncture the skin.

Joker narrowed his eyes but guided Morgana over to the kitchen island by her arm after thinking things over. He wanted to hear what she had to say.

He pushed her towards a barstool and leaned down right in her face.

He hoped his fear tactics weren't rusty from misuse yet Morgana looked ready to pass out. His presence alone had her on edge.

"Start. Talking." Joker ordered.

Morgana nodded and closed her eyes. He wasn't giving her any time to react to any of this. She was face to face with the infamous Joker inside her friend's apartment. It was a lot to digest. Just what business did he have with you?

But suddenly, everything made sense.

The reason why you became so secretive out of the blue. Why you denied having relations with Bruce Wayne, how you survived the attack at The Prosperity, and why you wanted privacy at your apartment, now more so than ever. She thought back to when this all started; right after Joker escaped from Arkham Asylum.

You were keeping Joker a secret this entire time right under everyone's nose.

Morgana had to give you props; you did an amazing job but she still had to ask.

"Before I start, I have to know. Are you just using her or are you and Y/n like.. together together?" She made a lewd gesture with her hands. Joker wasn't amused. He clicked his blade back out with a sigh.

"I won'T ask again. Talk or the uhh knife? This one! It comes back." He shook it playfully and its sharp edge gleamed in the kitchen's overhead lights.

Joker wouldn't hesitate plunging the knife into her neck. The clean up would be a pain but nothing he couldn't handle. If she didn't want to willingly talk then things could shift to a more tortuous method of communication.

It was all up to Morgana to decide. Comply or be difficult. He let her mull it over.

Watching Joker's fiddle with his knife was enough to get her talking. This madman would not hesitate in killing her and she knew it. She'd tell him anything as long as that knife kept a safe distance from her. "I'll talk."

Morgana sighed in relief when Joker backed off.

"Okay, wow um, you might wanna sit down for this. It's.. a lot to take in. Ugh, where do I start?"

Joker watched Morgana stall and decided to help her along. He sighed and pulled up a seat in front of her.

"Let's start... righhhht after Florence left yesterday." Joker fixed his suit collar before crossing his ankles. Morgana was in disbelief by his extensive knowledge of the situation.

"How do you...?" Joker sent her a glare.

"You're right, I don't wanna know. Okay, so apparently Florence knows about you and Y/n. F__k, I do too! This is crazy. You and Y/n.. are dating. Anyways, Flo stormed out of the apartment with Neo hot on her heels. It was crazy with everyone talking over themselves and Y/n fainted but thankfully Bruce caught her. We were so worried about her but when she came to, she was still hung up on Florence. Then Y/n and Dick were yelling at each other until her mom broke them up."

Morgana ran a hand through her silk press. This was a lot harder to explain than she thought.

She quite honestly didn't know if The Joker wanted a short summary or a detailed explanation but she continued nonetheless. She chose to info dump to save her own hide.

"We all went into the kitchen– Y/n's parents, Barbs and I, while Y/n, Dick, and Bruce were still arguing in the dining room. Y/n walked past all angry at something Grayson said and slammed her bedroom door close but her mom left us in the kitchen to bring Y/n a plate of dessert. I guess they patched things up. They were up in her room for the—"

Joker had to interrupt. "Y/n let someone into her room?"

Morgana slowly nodded. He had been quiet as she rambled, she wasn't expecting him to interrupt to clarify such a useless detail.

"Yeah, it was her mom so guess it was okay? Well, now that I think about it, Y/n didn't appreciate them 'invading her safe space.' Her words not mine. It was around that time we all decided on staying over for a sleepover and Y/n made sure we were all situated before going to bed. I swear everything was fine when we went to sleep but we woke up to Y/n screaming her head off."

Morgana began to tear up. Joker felt indifferent to the sight since it wasn't your tears. Seeing Morgana's just annoyed him.

She took a deep breath and Joker knew she was getting to the important part.

"When we got to the balcony, Y/n was fighting with Bruce and crying her heart out. She was reliving everything that happened that night and... h-hey woah!! Where are you going?!"

Morgana panicked when Joker shifted to get up from his chair. She blocked his path and he eyed her in disgust.

"Move." Joker could not stand Wayne and his obvious lovesick attraction to you.

You had relations with Bruce that Joker didn't know about and it irked him to have competition for your love.

It was already bad enough that Wayne was at your apartment, that he spent the night, and then had the audacity to put his hands on you. But he messed up by making you cry. The man was begging for death at this point.

Joker would enjoy murdering Gotham City's most upstanding citizen. He already had a thousand ways to do it brewing inside his head. However, Morgana was in his way.

She hesitantly pushed him back and apologized when Joker gave her a harsh glare. Note to self: do not touch the psychotic clown, she thought.

She tried to calm down his murderous campaign by telling the truth.

"It wasn't Bruce! He was only trying to help!" Joker rolled his eyes (what help has Wayne ever been) but she put her foot down and continued.

"IF YOU STOP JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS AND LET ME FINISH, YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND!" She slapped her hands over her mouth and looked up at Joker.

She did not just yell at this man. Morgana did some questionable things in her life but that had to be the most reckless of them all. She glanced towards the bedroom and hoped that she wasn't too loud.

Joker was seriously considering snapping her neck for raising her voice at him.

His patience was thin today and this girl was testing it to the limits. Although he was curious as to why she stifled her voice.

He followed her gaze and eyed her quizzically. Morgana answered his unspoken question.

She dropped her hand, "Y/n is sleeping. It took forever to calm her down last night." 

Joker closed his eyes and sighed. He was so busy handling the Florence situation with Neo last night, he didn't stop and check on you. And that proved to be a big mistake.

Once again, when you needed Joker the most, he was nowhere to be found. His sweet Bunny was terrified last night and had to rely on Wayne of all people for comfort. Joker had failed you yet again. It left a sour taste in his mouth.

He assumed guilt and vowed to atone for his failure in blood.

"Uhhh what, errrr rather who made her cry? Who I'm killing?" Joker asked out of the blue.

He sat back down on the barstool and Morgana eyed him briefly as she thought over her answer. If she told the truth, then he would go out and start a murdering spree.

"No one I think? Like I said, Y/n was in total hysterics last night. Her parents knew exactly what to do to calm her down from her episode. She... she had a panic attack about the night she was—" Morgana stopped and looked away.

The most important part and she couldn't say it aloud. She fought back tears and faced Joker.

He needed to know but the words were caught in her throat.

Joker wasn't a fool. Something was hurting his Bunny that he didn't know about. Correction; He knew something from your past still haunted you for a while now.

There were signs that he picked up during his brief time with you.

You were a recluse despite being so young and you avoided all types of human interaction outside of your close circle of friends. He also noted you did not have any male friends, except for the Grayson boy.

You visibly became uncomfortable around the opposite sex. Him included at times.

Joker knew about your claustrophobia and anxiety in tight spaces. He noticed you would eye him warily when the two of you would take the elevator, or that you preferred open floor plans, and most of all– he remembered the conversation the two of you shared after he rescued you from Two Face's warehouse.

Joker couldn't ignore the fact that another man was on top of you earlier. "Did he.. uh you know.." Joker brushed your thigh in passing.

"No and could you just drop it? I-I don't want to be a victim again."

And Joker would be a fool not to remember the comment you made as he prepared to take you for the first time that same night.

"Um.. almost two years. B-Before I moved to Gotham. It's one of the reasons why I moved." You met Joker's knowing gaze and weakly smiled. "It's in the past. I'm okay. Really. You can touch me.. I ahh I like it when you do."

Two years. You didn't want to be a victim again. You moved to a different city to get away from the trauma someone inflicted on you.

You liked Joker's touch but it took him forever to acclimate you to it without flinching.

You still did every now and then but he paid it no mind since you would relax after a second or two. Joker noticed every little thing about his Light but he dismissed all the warnings signs.

The truth was right there. He was just too selfish to address them.

All the times he was too rough in bed or grabbed you unexpectedly, came crashing down on him. What if he pressured you into something you didn't want? What if he triggered old wounds and made things worse?

His Light, his ray of hope in this bleak existence of his, deserved to be happy and loved.

Without your smiling face by his side, Joker would be a ruthless madman again; only wishing for the world to burn with no true endgame in sight.

He spent too much time bathed in your light to return to his pointless crusade. What a lonely life he lived before you came and gave it purpose.

Joker didn't know what to do with the fact that his Light was miserable inside.

Morgana watched him slip down a mental rabbit hole. He looked lost in thought as a weight settled over his brow.

She wondered what you saw in the man but the longer she stared, she could see some of the appeal. He was hot if she squinted. Joker obviously cared a great deal about you and his eyes were a complex shade of green that Morgana had never seen before.

You had a thing for eyes.. but the fact you made someone like The Joker have feelings for another human being was an achievement in itself.

Morgana hated to interrupt his thoughts but she finally found the courage to continue. She cleared her throat to continue but Joker cut her off.

"Don'T say it. I know. I've.... known for a while now." He swept his arm across the kitchen counter and sent items crashing to the floor.

Morgana jumped at the unexpected action and watched Joker stand up and begin pacing the room, mumbling to himself.

He was about to start breaking more things when Morgana stole his attention.

"Now you see why I asked you earlier?" Joker shot her a glare. She swiftly changed her tone. "Are you just using Y/n... or are you going to be there for her? Y/n needs us, all of us, and if you're just using her, I'm sorry but I can't allow that!"

Joker laughed, "What are ya gonna do, hmm? Stop me? Now.. that? That is funny. But don't worry– I'm not using Y/n.. I lov—"

Joker stopped himself mid sentence and Morgana caught onto what he almost said. Her jaw dropped in disbelief.

You could hear the fridge humming in the background, it was so quiet in the kitchen.

"O-Oh. Well, um that wasn't on my monthly bingo card but alrighty now." Morgana fell back onto the barstool.

This was awkward. She stole a glance at the criminal frozen in place as he registered what he just confessed to.

He finally almost said it aloud. He'd been struggling for days to tell you in person but managed to say it to your friend, no sweat. She had to die now. No one could know he had feelings.

Joker turned his head like an owl and Morgana instantly picked up on his murderous intent.

She moved so there was an island counter in between Joker and her. She valued her life, thank you very much.

"Hey now! No need to get all murder stabby stabby on me! T-That's amazing! H-have you told Y/n yet?"

Joker curled his lip. "No. Where is she?" He glanced down the hall and was about to storm off when Morgana flailed her arms.

"Wait! Don't wake her up!!" Her shout worked in getting Joker's attention but now she had to do damage control. Joker did not like her ordering him around. Morgana could work on establishing an acquaintance later, your health was more important.

"You can't just drop an L bomb after everything that's happened, are you crazy?! Now is not the time and news flash! She doesn't need— Uh excuse you?! Hey, are you listening to me?"

Morgana dashed down the hallway to catch up to Joker. She slipped past him and blocked the door frame with her body. "Listen to what I'm saying!"

Joker eyed her like a pest. Did she seriously think she could stop him?

"Y/n can't stand men right now. She drew blood trying to get away from Bruce and she couldn't tolerate her own father's presence. You don't know what her ex did to her. You don't want to see her like this." 

Joker stared at Morgana as her warning sank in.

If he had any clue what your sorry excuse for an ex did, then you needed someone to comfort you more than ever. Isolation was the last thing you needed right now.

As someone who frequently battled voices inside of his head, silence was the enemy and made matters worse. Joker knew that for a fact that you don't handle separation well, so why did Morgana think leaving you to your thoughts was a good idea?

It was a recipe for disaster.

He understood why you're terrified of men but you never feared him before. Why start now?

Joker smacked his lips and shoved Morgana aside. She yelped as he opened the bedroom door and glanced around.

Same original hardwood floors, same vegan cowhide rug.

The leather couch with two accent chairs, one slate grey, the other sage green, were still over in the corner by the electric fireplace and the view of Grant Park from outside was half obscured by the curtains. A single beam of sunlight was the only source of light within the room.

Everything was the same yet vastly off due to the fact that your aura wasn't thriving in the room.

It felt cold and bereft of life.

Joker was eyeing the open closet door when he saw something shift on the bed.

There was a sizable lump in the middle but he recognized the shape from anywhere. You were buried underneath the covers and doing your best impression of a blanket burrito. He could tell that you were awake.

You were timid but curious of the presence that entered the room. Subtle movements revealed you were tracking his every footfall.

Joker exhaled before walking over to stand beside the bed. He rather rip the band-aid off than freak you out by stalling.

Morgana picked herself up from off the floor and entered the room, only for Joker's eyes to force her back out.

She understood the message within the greenish hue.

"I was neva here." She said as she walked backwards out the door. It clicked shut behind her.

With her gone, Joker could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He wasn't out of the woods just yet since Morgana would surely stay inside the apartment, (little did he know, she was cupping her ear to the door, trying to eavesdrop) but he could be more forward with his actions. It was a relief that your rooms were soundproof; Joker had a lot on his mind.

"I know you're awake."

The pile of covers flinched and shrunk in on itself. Joker shrugged off his coat and tossed it onto the leather couch. It landed heavily with a distinct metal clank.

"You probably need, uhh, space but I can't leave ya alone. NoT now. I'm here. If you need me." Joker sank a knee onto the bed and crept forward until he bumped against you. He heard the sharp inhale you made upon contact and wisely backed off.

You were a gentle soul both inside and out. You didn't deserve to be frightened of something as simple as human touch. He wanted nothing more than to spoil you with affection, however Joker would be patient and regain your trust again. You were worth the wait.

Just like the bunny he named you after, he would wait until you came crawling out of your hiding hole, curious to explore.

And just like he expected, you slowly poked your head from out of the covers before looking around the room. He stayed out of your eyesight so he wouldn't startle you, but somehow, you knew he was there.

It wasn't that dark in the room but he was hesitant to turn on a light until you asked him to.

"W-Who's t-there?" You turned your head and locked eyes with pools of jade.

Joker didn't move a muscle as you lookedbut didn't fully see him. He noticed you shaking. You probably saw someone else with your unstable mind.

"Y/n, it's me." J waved at you but you shrunk back further into the covers.

He had to think fast and jog your memory. He was the one that gave you a slew of nicknames but you didn't have one for him. He was just J.

Not very helpful in this current predicament.

Joker still had his makeup on and it would remain until Morgana left the penthouse for good. It eliminated him from showing you the constellation of freckles you loved so much on his face. That for sure would restart your memory.

What was something the two of you shared that could help familiarize Joker to you?

He had yet to give you anything of sentimental value so he striked that off the list. He was shifting his weight on the bed when you tensed.

Your nose flexed just like a bunny, he thought it was cute.

"I should ahhh–"

You cut Joker off. "Lighter fluid and something.. metallic. It.. it smells like that when I'm safe with.. J? Where, w-where were you? Why didn't you stop him..?"

There were many things in this life that Joker overcame. He been in the world's most toughest jails, endured inhumane torture methods, and fought against the greatest superheroes and lived to tell the tale. Yet despite all of those feats, he was brought to his knees at the sight of your tears time and time again.

They were daggers straight to his heart. He couldn't bear seeing his Light in so much pain but despite the agony, he couldn't look away.

You clung tighter to the comforter around you.

"I-I don't know what's r-real anymore! I can hear him telling me it's okay but it's your hands hurting me. You wouldn't do that! Your hands are warm w-with callouses on the palms and index fingers. I begged you to stop! Why won't you s-stop?! Please.. just.. Why weren't you there when I needed you?"

Joker hated to admit it, but Morgana was right. He didn't need to see you like this.

He was living in a nightmare seeing his precious bunny struggling to see the truth. Your mind was all mixed up, fighting both the past and the present.

He had to do something although he didn't know what.

"I.. I wasn't here last night, but uhh, I'm here now. C'mon, Y/n, tell me what ya need me to do."

Joker would give you the world on a silver platter if you asked for it, but he felt utterly useless watching you spiral into madness. His heart stopped beating after he heard your watery plea.

"It hurts, please stop." You weren't thinking clearly and he began to worry when you started to breathe erratically.

He couldn't sit around and watch you suffer. Joker threw all caution to the wind and pulled you in for a hug, covers and all.

At first you resisted– Joker thought he messed up big time– but you sagged further in his arms and buried your face into his chest.

You grabbed fists full of J's suit and inhaled.

The unique cocktail that only Joker possessed, helped you recognize who held you tightly. You sobbed knowing that your Dark Prince was finally here. You thought Joker abandoned you.

"I don't want him to come back, please don't go!" You looked up at Joker.

Your big e/c were frantically staring into his. He sighed and tucked a wayward curl back into place under your bonnet– for once, you didn't flinch, rather you leaned into his touch. Your cheek felt so cold against his hand.

Something in J gave way to the moment.

"If you'll, uh let meee, I'll never let you go. Is that okay?" Joker asked. You looked away and he quickly added. "I won't do anything else, doll. I just wanna be.. here for ya. Let me ahh hold you so... he.. doesn't hurt ya. I won't leave you."

You bit your lip. Joker's arms were soothing for now but you were wary of them.

He could turn violent at a moment's notice. "You promise you won't hurt me?"

You gasped when Joker rested his forehead against yours. It didn't matter that his white paint transferred onto your skin. You weren't expecting such a sweet gesture from him.

It pained him to hear your plea. He feared you were broken beyond repair. But Joker could fix you; he could fix anything if given enough time. 

"I'd let Bats drag me back to Arkham Asylum before I'd lay a finger on ya. Never again." He kept eye contact with you as he grabbed your hand. You surprised yourself by letting him do it.

Baby steps, Joker thought to himself. His eyes squeezed shut as he kissed the fading scar that he made on your palm.

You saw the anguish take hold of his features. Since when was Joker so open to show his emotions?

Joker dropped his usual dialect and talked to you straight. You knew he was serious when his voice also dropped an octave.

Gone was the clown that Gotham City feared, this was just J, a man secretly in love, speaking to you in the hushed air of your room.

"You're my Light. My everything." He used your fingers in his grasp to wipe your tears away.

More rushed to the surface hearing his sincere words but he diligently kept wiping. "These tears I swear, they'll be the death of me. I know it's scary and you have every right to fear me, but if you don't remember anything else– know this Y/n." He waited until you looked at him.

A kaleidoscope of green greeted you and you swore you would never be the same.

"I will never hurt you again. I promise."

Joker whispered your name when you lost concentration and he patiently waited until you looked into his eyes again.

They pleaded with you to understand the unspoken truths his heart was too weak to voice.

Screw what Morgana said about bad timing. He wanted you to know. He had to tell you the truth. Joker cupped your face, "Y/n, I lo—"

You wanted to hear what Joker had to say but your eyes grew heavy all of a sudden. The last thing you ate was that plate of sugar Mom brought you last night. Your body burned through it and demanded more fuel to keep you functioning.

You were dehydrated and your mind and body were running on fumes. You couldn't keep up, so you crashed.

Joker panicked when your body swayed slightly before you fell back. You were unconscious by the time he could react.

He cursed at his failed attempt but recovered quickly to dote on you. Declarations of love would have to wait. His Light was running the risk of being sick.

Joker laid you down and tucked you into bed properly before heading over to the door. Much to his surprise Morgana was there, doing a terrible job of hiding that she was eavesdropping.

She pretended to straighten the abstract artwork hanging outside the guest bedroom as Joker walked by.

She glanced inside and saw you sleeping but knew something happened behind closed doors.

Instead of being a blanket burrito, you were tucked in bed like Sleeping Beauty with the pillows and covers around you almost picturesque.

Joker had a soft side after all. She just witnessed it firsthand. 

Maybe she should tell him everything your parents disclosed last night after all. By the time she caught up to Joker in the living room, he was mid-call.

He saw her approaching and held up a finger.

Morgana dealt with many rude people in her line of work but Joker was probably the rudest of them all.

"... Mmhm, make sure she's discreet this time. One of Y/n's friends is still here. Yeah.. about that.." Joker locked eyes with Morgana. "She's alive. For now."

She froze on the spot. What did for now mean? Was there some kind of 'how to stay alive' program she needed to know about? He had some nerve and this was the man who claimed to love you.

How comforting.

Morgana bounced on the balls of her feet hoping to be acknowledged soon.

Joker discussed some more minor details with one of his henchmen before hanging up. His eyes then flickered over to the vibrant bouquet of flowers Morgana was working on.

She thought he would destroy her hard work but he leaned over to sniff the delicate flora instead.

"For Y/n?" He scanned the work for any imperfections; there weren't any.

He wanted nothing but the best for his bunny. He stared at Morgana, arching an eyebrow when she didn't respond.

"Y–Yeah." Morgana said, "I'm not finished yet! It's gonna be double in size with more Queen Anne lace and roses to r-round it all out. Y/n loves roses and the Eucalyptus will be good for her exhaustion. Its scent is known for its aromatherapy powers plus its good for rejuvenating the spirit and overall elevating one's mood."

Joker nodded and backed off. It was nice to know one of your friends was looking out for you in your time of need.

He was wary of keeping Morgana alive but she was proving to be 'good people' as you had a habit of saying. A far cry from Florence.

Joker grumbled to himself just thinking about the Haitian.

Morgana jumped hearing a rare chuckle from the dark clown. "She'll like them. Now! Let's dis-cuss you. Sit."

Joker clapped his hands and pointed to the blue couch in your living room. He didn't wait for Morgana to act, he was already walking towards the kitchen to grab a water.

He noticed the leftovers in your fridge as he rummaged around for a drink. You probably needed to eat but he'd wait for the doc to look you over and decide what's best.

He snagged two water bottles and headed back to the living room but arrived to witness Morgana swirling a tumbler glass in her hands.

She took a big swig from it as he sat down opposite of her in an accent chair.

She wiped her mouth and tried to explain, "Don't judge me. I need hard liquor after all of this. Want one? I'm great at mixing drinks." She shimmied her shoulders but Joker wasn't amused.

He heard stories from Y/n about Morgana. Her and Florence were the heavy drinkers of the group.

"Y/n doesn't keep alcohol in her apartment." He noted.

Morgana laughed once and polished off her drink. She set it on the coffee table that separated them both. She noticed the clown was right at home in your place but had yet to find her and Flo's numerous stashes of liquor.

"What Y/n doesn't know won't kill her." She failed to dodge the water bottle Joker threw at her face. "OW! What was that for?!"

He sipped on the water while rolling his eyes. Morgana rubbed at her cheek and waited for the clown to finish. He drank the entire bottle in one pull before recapping the top and setting it down.

"Y/n likes to recycle. Ya know-  saving the.. turtles, uhh, one plastic at a time. That's my Light. Always caring for others; failing to take care of herself."

"Isn't she caring for you until you no longer need her?" She interrupted.

Joker licked his scars. Have patience. No need to take your frustrations out on others, he heard your voice recite in his head. He took a deep breath before smiling at Morgana.

"I'm noT leaving Y/n so that means I have to, uhh, geT along with the people in her life. So! This can be a lit-le experiment of sorts between usss. Let's see how long you can keep your mouth shut and I'll.... see how long I can tolerate you without murdering ya! Deal?"

Morgana was at a loss for words. What kind of agreement was that?

"I need another drink." She sighed. Joker's laugh was far more creepier in person than on tv.

The sound of the doorbell startled Morgana out of her task. She set the spray bottle down and jogged over to the front door to answer it.

She was pleasantly surprised when a beautiful woman was standing outside, chewing on bubble gum with an attitude.

"Can I help you?" Morgana asked.

The female looked up from her phone and glanced down the short hallway, at the elevator, and then back at Morgana.

"Tis boy better not have given me da wrong address. Hold on." She dialed a number and brought it to her ear.

Morgana was left awkwardly holding the door when the mysterious woman began arguing with whoever she called.

The commotion gained Joker's attention all the way in the living room. He recognized the woman at the door instantly. She did the same the moment she spotted Joker.

"Well well! If it isn't my sorry excuse for a patient! I see you're not restin' your leg like I told ya." She sighed.

Joker smiled and leaned on the door frame. "Be glad I didn't kill you after my checK up, doc." He fired back.

Morgana glanced back and forth between the two. "Uhh do you two know each other or something?"

The woman looked Morgana dead in the eye. "I don't know who this man is. I mean, he could be walking down the street, I wouldn't. Sorry to this man."

Joker laughed and she joined along but swatted his hands away when he tried to grab her neck.

The pair walked inside, leaving Morgana utterly confused in the foyer. She watched them talk amongst themselves like two old friends and caught up to them mid sentence.

"..and her hands are sooooo cold, doc. She's been crying her little heart out and passed out in my arms. Whatever can ya do?" Joker pouted as he held the bedroom door open for his esteemed guest.

She walked in and looked around. Leave it for Joker to find some chick with money. She sat her bag down on a nearby table and dug through it for some gloves. 

"Sounds like dehydration. When's the last time she ate?"

Morgana walked in and answered for Joker, "Last night around eight ish? It was a plate of dessert but she ate dinner too. Hi, I'm her friend and you are?"

"Name's Sarai. I'm this idiot's on-call doc." Sarai dabbed Morgana up before facing her employer. "Now, where's my patient?"

Joker was too busy stewing in jealousy. He liked secret handshakes too. What gives?

"You don't do that with me doc. I thought we were errr close."

She eyed him like a fed up mother would her child. "You ain't black, Joker. Now move." She pushed him aside and approached the bed, but stopped as if she saw a ghost.

She treated hundreds of patients a day but she never forgot a face. "I remember her."

Sarai picked up your hands and sure enough, the jagged cut that she treated almost a month ago was still there. Your hands were cold to the touch just like Joker said and also a bit clammy.

"Did you do this?" She pointed at your palms. Joker sat down by your side and had the decency to look ashamed. He sighed before nodding.

Both Sarai and Morgana stared at him in disbelief. He looked so remorseful.

Joker was such a man child at times. One would have thought Sarai scolded him with the way he was acting. She flicked her braids over her shoulder with a huff.

Today they were blonde butterfly locs reaching down to her waist. When she shook her head, they moved with her. Joker eyed them curiously. How did she work in the hospital with such long braids?

"I knew I shoulda filed a police report. Her shoddy story bout mistakin' the pepper grinder for a knife was too sketchy."

She donned her pink gloves before she gently opened your mouth. "Ah, as I thought. She's dehydrated. You want an IV in her?"

Morgana stood on the other side of the bed to watch this interaction up close. There was actually a person not afraid of The Joker!

This supposed doctor was talking to him any kind of way and he paid her no mind. She would demand something out of her bag and he would grab it, no questions asked.

But he pushed Morgana to the ground and threw water bottles at her when she raised her voice at him. This man was truly unpredictable.

Morgana let her intrusive thoughts get the better of her. "So you're a real doctor and you willingly work for him?"

She slapped a hand over her mouth after she spoke but it was too late. Sarai was inserting an IV into your arm but chuckled at the insult. She admired her handiwork before replying.

"Dr. Sarai Obukofe, chief trauma surgeon at Gotham General. Joker's house calls pays more tho. Don't give me dat look. I'm from Blüdhaven, his crimes ain't nothin' n' Jokester here won't hurt friends of da family. Won't ya now?" She nudged his leg with her own.

Joker hummed. It was neither affirmative or negative.

Morgana slowly nodded. She picked up the thick Blüdhaven accent at the door but she was still confused.

"Friends of the family?" She questioned.

Sarai rigged the IV bag to your bedpost. It would have to do since she didn't pack an IV pole. Not like she could.

This was an off the books house call after all. She received a text from her cousin saying to come to an address with her crash kit– strictly on the low.

Sarai automatically knew it was for Joker. She couldn't refuse the job even if today was her rare day off.

She blew a bubble and popped it sharply before eyeing Joker. "How deep is she?" She jerked her head at Morgana.

Joker didn't look away from you to answer. "Accident. I'm con-sider-ing offing her later."

Sarai grimaced and cast sympathetic eyes on Morgana. "Ouch, so an outsider then."

She checked you over when you began to shiver. "Frost mentioned on the phone that she had a 'traumatic experience.' Care ta explain that?"

Morgana had enough. She cut through the air with her hand in a fit of rage.

"No, no! Go back! I thought we had a deal, Joker! We shared a drink together, you said you'd keep me alive if I helped you with this 'get along with others' experiment of yours. Now you're thinking about killing me again? Make up your mind!"

Joker was about to when you whimpered and stole everyone's attention. They were being too loud.

"You're disturbing my patient. Either lower ya voice or move dis conversation elsewhere." Sarai hissed at Morgana.

The florist was trying to keep her cool. These two strangers just barged into your place as if they owned it and had the audacity to boss her around!

She couldn't even defend herself! Morgana wished she'd let Dick stay behind instead. He probably would've handled this situation a bit better than her. Sure he would've fought with Joker and possibly died in the process, but he wouldn't have sided with the madman to stay alive. GCPD would have the place surrounded with Batman en route by now.

She had half a mind to sneak away and call the authorities but one look at you had her second guessing that decision.

The last thing you needed was more stress and strangers surrounding you and your space. You required peace and quiet to heal.

But this clown was on thin f__king ice with her.

It was a lot to handle on a Friday afternoon and Morgana wasn't about to let Joker or this doctor mess with her energy. She took a relaxing breath and found her center.

"I will not let your indecisiveness get the better of me. However if we're to get along– whatever the hell that means, you gotta stop threatening to kill me." Morgana said.

Joker looked at Sarai as if she had the answers.

The doctor was putting away her tools and had no parts in this. She'd stick around until Joker called her back to remove the IV. Other than that, her job was done.

That is until you groaned and blinked your eyes open.

Everyone held their breath in anticipation. You squinted your eyes a few times until you felt a tightness on your forearm.

Much to your horror there was a hospital IV inserted in your vein. You began to claw at it when Joker reached out and stopped you.

"Hey. Hey.. leave thaT alone, baby doll." Your eyes darted up to him.

It took you longer than he liked to recognize him again, but you were slowly coming back to yourself.

"J.. it's cold." Your fingernail picked at the tape Sarai attached to keep the needle in place.

You hated doctors and you hated medical treatment. It reminded you too much of that night and the following weeks thereafter. You didn't want to think about it again, and Joker was right there to distract you from it all.

His hand rested atop yours and squeezed. He felt like a furnace. He sighed, "I knooow but, it's gonna make ya feel better. You uhh want me to hold you? Promise I'm warm, hmm?"

His thumb rubbed circles on your darker skin as you thought over his offer. You relented with a weak nod.

Joker stood up to climb into the bed with you but looked up at something within the room.

"Close the door on your way out. Now."

You wondered who he was talking to and followed his gaze. You and Morgana locked eyes. She was calm, way too calm to be in Joker's presence and the crazy part– he allowed her to be.

Your eyes went back and forth between her and Joker as the wheels in your brain spun out of control. Surely this was a dream.

There was no way Joker would let another one of your friends in on his secret. Then you spotted a third individual standing off to the side. She looked familiar but you couldn't place her at present.

Your mind was too busy grasping at the reality of Joker and Morgana being in the same room without the latter being murdered.

That dream you had of a little boy by the river whispered in your mind.

'She knows and now she has to die.'

He wasn't talking about Florence. He was referring to Morgana.

You shot forward and grabbed a hold Joker's suit vest in a surprisingly strong grip. He looked down at you in intrigue as you started spouting nonsense.

"Not her! Please don't kill her Joker! She's my friend. Y-You promised me!" You were leaving wrinkles in Joker's shirt as Morgana rounded the bed to enter your line of vision.

"Y/n! Calm down, I'm right here! I'm okay!" She stole your attention but it came with a price. You let go of Joker to whirl on Morgana. It was her turn to hiss at your vice-like grip.

"You can't be here! You have to leave Gana. You didn't see nothing! Deny everything! Please.. I-I can't lose you too. I can't lose another friend.. Please."

You sobbed into her arms and she glared at Joker who was still standing off to the side, speechless.

He was coping with the fact you begged him not to kill someone and that he felt obligated to obey.

He wasn't going to let Morgana leave the apartment building alive but the moment you begged him, Joker's hands were tied. He promised he'd never hurt you. That meant physically, mentally, and emotionally. You stopped The Joker with three simple words.

You promised me.

He stood frozen, awaiting your next orders for he truly did not know what to do after discovering the power you held over him.

Morgana managed to get you to lie back on the bed as your burst of adrenaline died out. You felt sluggish all of a sudden.

Sarai stood watch as the pain meds she added to your IV line started to kick in. You fought against the fog and looked over at Joker.

His eyes instantly found yours and thus the staring match began. Your drugged induced gaze had a clear warning in them and you made sure to declare it vocally.

"You hurt my friends.. and I'll never.. forgive you." You fell back asleep and the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Joker feared nothing in this life but your warning hit him like a ton of bricks. He hoped you would forget all of this when you woke up.

If not, then he was in deep trouble.

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/757099430517309440/when-i-said-earlier-that-this-shows-promotions?source=share

Hahahahahah! Sure will scold if it reaches to that. Just kidding but point isn't only about jokers. It's aslo about armys in general. We are really expecting rational thinking from people which I'm sorry to say is not a cup of tea for everyone. Leaving aside a few, don't ask but observe how fandom responsonds to these two ships and these three in general. This may offend some people but majority of fandom is sheeps here. If company shows them taekook are not longer close they believe it, no one bothers about weird angle and set captions. It's not even about believing them as couple but if such a beloved pair seems distant on screen and together backstage there must be something wrong with what is portrayed. Right? But all of these are cult talks for them. Company tells them jkk are always together, share cars and stuff, now this narrative floats and people think it as nature's law. But there is another factor i.e. Taehyung. He is shown to be aloof and not caring of members especially Jungkook. Remember wings tour and JK's injury. Perfect set up for hate. See these things may look small and insignificant but the consistency affects you subconsciously. Result is Tae is most hated and gets the harsher treatment, Jungkook is always hyped but can't get above BTS and Jimin is an angel who needs to be protected.

It's not like JKk became this cult in a day. They were as normal as any other ship (obnoxious yes, but normal). In fact at a time, it was tkkrs who went beyond limits trying to prove their ship when content was lacking in comparison. But this subtle but constant feeding by the company created this cult what we see today. Why do you think most armys prefer Jkk and can come out as Tae anti. Nobody joined fandom deciding this. Now, how does this effect beside member getting hate? They will always move for someone who think is a victim. It affects others image outside fandom, affect charts and opportunities in the long run. Now in this case you decide who is their perceived victim. Why do they do this? Because they want to feel good about themselves. Classic psychology 101.

You may say but a large part of the fandom is not on social media and stan Twitter are more voiced but sorry to say in today's world most voiced is most heard. No one has time for truth. The way armys are working for Jimin they should have worked for everyone. If someone comes and tells me, but every member gets hate, yeah, but not like Tae, I am sure everyone has seen the demo recently.

My whole point is no one gets bersek, they are made like that when they are promised to be fed which company always been doing it and unfortunately Tae will be set up for more hate. I also understand your point that it is an individual responsibility to check themselves but people really understimate external influence and mass opinions.

Sorry for the long text wall but I just wanted to keep my point how company is marketing without thinking of consequences it brings for some of its members or maybe knowing that (who knows with them).

P.S. I don't know if you have ever read works of Daniel Kahneman. He got nobel prize for theory of irrationality which sounds obvious but people understimate it.

Hi again anon!

Let me preface this by saying I am fully convinced that Jk and Jm are genuine close friends. I've gotten a lot of asks from Jkkrs and neutrals (presumably neutrals...?) talking about how us mentioning company content is automatically undermining Jm and Jk's friendship. It is not. Everyone who has watched reality shows (outside of bts fandom) knows how a narrative can be created. Everything we see in offical content has been a choice, even backstage footage we've seen has been a choice. To think that BH isn't aware of that, or chooses to not follow those tactics is naive. There's things they want us to see and there's things they do not want us to see. They show us more Jkk because that is what they want us to see, they show us less Tkk because they don't want us to see.

So I agree with you that there's a certain idea they wanted to get across. I am pretty convinced the company wanted us to believe Tae and Jk were distant. I am very convinced that they never were. I'd even go as far as to say the company is glad that Jkk balances out Tkk in a way. I'd not go as far as to say they want people to actually believe Jk and Jm are together.

The way I've always seen it is that I think they company gives the incentives, and lets fandom take over from there. They pair Jk and Jm up, they focus on them, we get a lot of JmJk moments.. so it's easy for Jkkrs to build on that. I don't actually feel that Jk and Jm have a romantic feel about them, and I think outside Jkkrs people would agree. So basically I think the company just counts on Jkkrs to do the hard work here.

I do blame the company for how it turned out. I think it's safe to say that the extreme hate Tae gets comes from how they've handled this. Tae is called an attention seeker, a leach, a queer baiter.. all sorts of things, and that comes from people believing Tae and Jk aren't actually as close as they are. I think people hating on Jm also comes from the same root. Because Jm does get a lot of hate from Tkkrs who have picked up on how hurt Tae got by seeing Jkk at times. It is certainly unfair and I think it has caused a lot of damage. It is no wonder that Jk is so protective.

I agree that the company wants this ship to thrive. It's good for business. They have a duo with great, genuine chemistry... and they definitely make use of it. I agree that they should have put more boundaries on it though, because I think at this point it has gone too far and it actually hurts Tae, Jm, and Jk. I'm not sure if they can put a stop at it though, unless they would say to Jm and Jk.. no, you can't do this and you can't do that, because Jkkrs have to be put to a hold. I think Jm and Jk wanted to do the travel show, and I do not want them to hold back because of some insane part of fandom. I believe Tae, Jm and Jk would have talked about things like this, and I think they put their friendship and freedom to interact as they want before fandom. Imo, that's how it should be.

Having said that, and yes I'm being glass half full here, I fully expect the travle show to have continueous debunking moments. That is basically what we always see. Jkkrs are going to brush over it ofcourse. But I fully expect to see mentions that point out how Jk and Jm are just friends. Close, connected, cuddly, caring friends.. but friends indeed.

[zeroducks-2]

CW: me complaining about comicbook takes and being generally a bitch.

I have no problem with "bad comicbook takes" in the sense that I'm all for leaving the interpretation of what happened to the readers. That's part of why I tend not to argue with people that say shit like that Jason is wrong to be angry at Bruce. Like, ok. I disagree with you, and I will roll my eyes back into my skull, but that's still just an opinion you know?

Like imagine tomorrow someone said that Joker was right for killing Jason and maiming Barbara because Jay and Babs are annoying, and they deserved it anyway. It would be a batshit nonsense take but still someone's opinion, and I don't... Really argue with opinions? Or anyway I try not to. Think what you will, I have my bonkers opinion on things as well so yeah I get it. There is no "correct way" to experience a story anyway.

What really gets me is when someone reads a comics in which Thing happens, and then will go around saying that "actually Thing did not happen yall are just stupid lol lmao".

You want an example, I know you do.

"Dick is not the person who made Damian Robin, so Tim should not be angry at Dick for that. He should actually be angry at Alfred."

Do you are have stupid. What in the reading comprehension why is this something people are saying. I genuinely don't understand if everyone's just trolling or what.

Yes, Alfred very gently suggests that Damian should be Robin. But:

1 Alfred does not make decisions for the "family", he never has, that's not his role. Alfred exists to babysit and provide a wise word of advice to Batman (and Dick at that point in time IS BATMAN). Alfred has no decisional power over who gets to wear this or that mantle, that's Batman's decision when it comes to his sidekicks (save some exceptions of people doing whatever the fuck they wanted to like Steph or Red Hood Jason, but they still had to fight Batman's autorithy anyway).

2: Alfred suggests this and then Dick is the one who agrees, implements and enforces it. Dick takes away Robin from Tim, because it's on him as Batman to rule over these things. If Dick didn't want to do this he would have simply said "no Alfred the kid can't be Robin" and left everything as it was, but Dick instead heard the suggestion and decided to follow it.

ALFRED DID NOT MAKE DAMIAN ROBIN AND I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS NEEDS TO BE SAID.

"Tim's parents are not abusive, it's a fanon thing"

Okay this partially goes into the opinion category but it needs to be said. Tim's parents were absent for the most part of Tim's life, and that is pretty fucking abusive. Tim wasn't beaten down within an inch of his life by his father or whatever, but dude still ignored him, squandered the family money and then demanded to have a relationship with his son where Tim was emotionally open and available to his father, only then he found a new partner and went back to treating Tim like shit and ignoring him.

All of this is hella abusive and yall need to learn that abuse doesn't only mean beating someone up. Stop fucking say Tim's father was an angel I am going to set shit on fire.

[greenlantern94to04]

Green Lantern #51 (May 1994)

At last, after months of hype, we've finally reached the official debut of DC's sensational character find of 1994: Ohm! You know, Ohm? The guy who fights (and almost beats) Kyle Rayner in this issue?

Oh yeah, and as of this issue, Kyle Rayner is officially named "Kyle Rayner" and not "the rando who got Hal Jordan's ring."

But, before getting his ass kicked by Ohm, the first thing Kyle does with the ring he got in Green Lantern #50 is visit his ex-girlfriend, Alex, who at first assumes this is some practical joke. I guess she's used to Kyle showing up at her door in the middle of the night wearing tight-fitting costumes? Kyle insists that this is real and explains that he got the power ring from a blue little person in a red dress who materialized in an alley, only he doesn't say "little person."

Apparently, Kyle is a bit immature and irresponsible (hence the "ex-" in "ex-girlfriend"), and his job as a freelance artist doesn't seem to be going anywhere, but he thinks the ring represents a chance to get his shit together and make something of himself. He tells Alex he could become a big shot superhero in New York (they're currently in a small town called "Los Angeles," by the way) while she, a photojournalist, could take photos of him and sell them to the newspapers for big bucks. The ol' Peter Parker gamble.

Alex is eventually persuaded by the idea, though I get the impression she's just humoring him because she wants to go back sleep (without him; he's on the couch). The next morning, Alex wakes Kyle up because some nutjob stole one of those experimental armors S.T.A.R. Labs likes to leave laying around and is trying to use it to siphon all the electrical power in LA. Alex tells Kyle to stay in the car while she takes photos and he assures her he won't do anything stupid like, say, try to fight a supervillain with a power ring he's only used to change his clothes and levitate slightly. We already know how that went. Guess we can add "impulsive" to "immature and irresponsible."

That takes us back to the start of the comic, with the ALL-NEW Green Lantern getting pummeled by the mighty Ohm -- that is, until Alex reminds Kyle that he can create stuff with the ring, like a shield to protect himself from Ohm's attacks or a big... stick thing to knock him down. Thirty years later, I still have no idea what this is:

So, Kyle successfully avoids being murdered on his first mission and saves the day as the crowd cheers for "Green Lantern," with only one guy commenting that his hair looks different now. Perhaps inspired by that, Alex later tells Kyle he should put that Graphic Design degree to use and make himself a new costume that will give him his own identity, resulting in the iconic new look that we'd already seen in the cover, and in the ads for this issue, and at the end of GLCQ #8.

(Note that they're at the beach, which means it's possible Kyle couldn't think of anything for the new mask, looked down, saw a crab in the sand, and said "I've got it!")

Meanwhile, at a maximum security supervillain prison known as "the Slab," some poor guards try and fail to contain the breakout of one of the inmates, who turns out to be... our pal Mongul! As in, the one who broke Hal Jordan's arm (GL #46) and helped break his brain by destroying Coast City. And he wants a rematch with "Green Lantern."

Whelp, hope he's better at remembering hair color than the average LA pedestrian...

Plotline-Watch:

According to the DC wiki, this is Ohm's one and only appearance, which I find really surprising. I'm shocked (pun intended) that he survived that period in the mid-'00s when Geoff Johns and James Robinson were going around murdering obscure DC characters for shock (pun intended again) value.

On the other hand, New Jersey's very own Slabside Penitentiary, which also debuted in this issue, went on to become a recurrent location in various DC stories, most notably the Joker: Last Laugh crossover and the Arrow TV show.

Speaking of the Slab, there are a few villain cameos in that scene: a devil guy I don't recognize (is that Nightcrawler's dad?), Shrapnel from Doom Patrol and Suicide Squad comics, and Captain Atom nemesis Major Force. As a fan of the Captain Atom run where MF was introduced, I was thrilled to see him here and wished DC put him to use more often. (Somewhere, a monkey's paw curled.)

I will echo Neil's comment on the post for GL #48 that the timeline for Kyle and Alex's breakup doesn't make sense. In this issue, Alex says they broke up "last week" and doesn't even wanna let him in, yet they seemed pretty chummy in #48, which seemed to take place only a few hours ago. The only way I can make sense of it is that it took longer than implied for Ganthet to crawl out of that pile of bodies and travel to Earth. Future issues do reveal that he made some other stops before settling for Kyle, so it's possible he spent several days offering the ring to random people in alleys before someone finally said yes.

I like that not only does the crowd mistake Kyle for Hal, but Kyle himself doesn't even remember the Green Lanterns were a thing until Alex reminds him, and he was already wearing the costume. This acknowledges Green Lantern's status for casual comics fans as a guy you kinda sorta know but don't really care enough to fully remember. That was definitely the case for me, until this run changed it.

No Guy-Watch this time... because he's getting his very own post! Coming soon.

[detective-inspector-her]

Incorrect Quotes: Alive Gordon AU that I semi-abandoned but want to share the dynamics for.

China: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: I desire moisture.

Desmond: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

Desmond is helping Skulduggery break out of prison

Desmond: Sooo… Does this make us partners in crime?

Skulduggery: Don’t push it.

Desmond: Oh my gosh, we can be like Harley Quinn and the Joker!

Skulduggery: If you don’t stop talking, they’re adding “murder” to the charges.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club.

Skulduggery: What club?

Desmond: The hating Serpine club.

Skulduggery: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

Desmond: ‘Technically legal’, the two best words in the the English language, right before ‘cowboy spectacular.'

Stephanie/Valkyrie: Dad… I’m bleeding…

Desmond: Oh god… what’s your blood type?!

Stephanie/Valkyrie: B positive…

Desmond: I’m trying to but you’re bleeding-

Skulduggery: Please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do in fact possess what many cultures would call a soul.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: What? “To my knowledge”? Do a lot of people not know if they’re robots?

Skulduggery: Thank you for your confirmation.

Desmond: Oh, so you two are getting along very… cordial now?

Skulduggery: Cordial? Nah, we're friends.

Desmond: Friends?

Skulduggery: Yeah. After you stopped us fighting, we got to talking. Seems like we have some common interests.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: We both love butterflies.

Desmond: Aww–

Stephanie/Valkyrie: And beating people up.

Desmond: Oh, okay.

Desmond: Nice rock.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: Thanks, Skulduggery gave it to me.

Skulduggery: I threw it at you!

Stephanie/Valkyrie: Isn't he the sweetest?

Stephanie/Valkyrie: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Desmond: Which one? I can't do both.

Desmond: How do you want your coffee?

Stephanie/Valkyrie: Black, like my soul.

Desmond:

Desmond: Steph, your soul is a latte.

Desmond: Do you want this handful of moss?

Skulduggery: Why would I want a handful of fucking moss?

Desmond: Damn, you could’ve just said no.

at a zoo

Stephanie/Valkyrie: What are they in for?

China: Valkyrie, this isn't a prison.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: So they can leave?

China: No, but-

Stephanie/Valkyrie, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

Desmond: How do you tell someone their breath stinks?

China: Hey, I'm bored, let's drink mouthwash.

Skulduggery: Valkyrie doesn’t look very happy.

Desmond: She's happy. She's just like that.

China: Alright, listen up you little shits.

China: Not you Valkyrie. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

Desmond, driving and singing to the Little Einstein's theme song: We’re Going on a Trip-

Skulduggery: In our favourite piece of shit!

Tanith: Doing 95!

Stephanie/Valkyrie: We’re gonna fucking die!

Skulduggery: Accidentally indulged in too much ‘free time’, turns out I’ve been reported missing for over six months and presumed dead by most local and national authorities.

Desmond: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times.

China: I hope you understand how food poisoning works.

Desmond: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I never met a burger i couldn’t eat.

Ghastly: Say no to drugs.

Skulduggery: Say yes to drugs.

China: It doesn't matter if you say yes or no to drugs. If you're talking to drugs.. then you're on drugs.

Skulduggery: gets set on fire and screams in agony

Skulduggery: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

Cop: What are your names?

Desmond: Don't tell them, Skulduggery.

Cop, writing: Skulduggery…

Desmond: Crap.

Skulduggery: Nice going, Desmond.

Cop:

Skulduggery: Uh oh.

Tanith: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.

China: What’s the dumbest thing you believed as a child?

Stephanie/Valkyrie: That naptime was a punishment.

Tanith: Sweet dog you got there.

Police: Yes, this is our new drug sniffing dog.

Tanith: Still training huh?

Police: What do you mean?

Tanith:

Tanith: Never mind.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: Can we get a birthday cake?

Desmond: It’s not your birthday.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: The cake won’t know!

Desmond: You believe me?

Ghastly: Desmond, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: Your Honor, I hereby submit the following to the court:

Stephanie/Valkyrie: China, what the actual FUCK?

China: We need a distraction.

Skulduggery: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Desmond, whispering: My time has come.

China: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes…

China: …And violently jerk their head until it snaps.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: …That took an unexpected turn.

Tanith: So did their neck.

Desmond: I don’t know, this plan seems complicated.

Stephanie/Valkyrie: You once said that about an orange.

Desmond: They don’t make sense. Apples, you eat their clothes but oranges you don’t.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

More TEXT CONVOS!! (Also I want you to know that you can disregard the drabbles ! I just hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself  💗💗) 💺 anon

🍊) My little (brat) princess

🍊: I hid a bag in our closet. If you find it, do not open it. 🍒: Well now I kinda want to look for it 🍊: Please don't. 🍒: :( 🍊: I'm serious. 🍒: What even is inside? 🍊: It's a surprise.

🍒: About to take a bath, alone 🍒: No one here to wash my hair for me 🍒: Or leave kisses on my neck and shoulder 🍒: Or run their hands down my body 🍒: HOW ARE YOU AT THE FRONT DOOR ALREADY??

🍊: My love for you is like diarrhea 🍊: I can't hold it in 🍒: Am I supposed to say something nice?

🍊: How would you feel if I shaved? 🍒: Please just tell me you didn't 🍊: Well... 🍊: Yeah I was just kidding love 🍊: WHY DID YOU TELL LEMON WE'RE GETTING DIVORCED?

🍒: How much until your cute ass gets home?? 🍊: I'll be there in less than an hour ❤️ 🍒: Prepare yourself because the moment you step in I'm gonna jump in your arms and attack your pretty face with kisses 🍒: I can't wait to cuddle and hear you complain about the mission 🍊: I'm so in love with you

🍊: [1 image attached] 🍒: Screaming, crying, shaking, shitting, pissing, banging my head againts the wall, ripping my hair out, clawing out my heart, slamming my fists on the table 🍒: You look lovely

🍒: Hello my mandarin 🍊: We're not doing this

🍒: I think Tan hates me 🍊: Excuse me? What made you believe that? 🍒: That was meant for Lem 🍊: Why would you tell him you think I hate you? 🍒: Because he's very funny and I love to gossip with him 🍊: I'm funnier than him actually. And that still doesn't answer my question 🍒: You didn't ask me to be your valentine :( 🍊: That's because we've been married for 8 years, I assumed you're already my valentine 🍒: You have to ask :( 🍊: Fine. Will you be my valentine? 🍒: Yes :) [Tan reacted with ❤️]

[Unknown number]: Hello my beautiful wife. I am curently writing this message to apologize and ask for your forgiveness. Please unblock me. Yours, Tangerine. 🍒: ENOUGH

🍋) Silly goofy guy

🍋: How's my favorite person in the world doing? 🍒: What did you do? 🍋: Jumping to conclusions I see 🍒: Lemon what did you do? 🍋: Promise you won't get mad 😆 🍒: I promise 😊😊😊🔪😊😊 🍋: I broke your heels 🍒: ... 🍒: Well did you at least take some photos?? 🍋: You know it 🤪 🍋: [5 images attached]

🍋: Should we play minecraft? I wanna finish our train 🍒: Tan said he doesn't want to :( 🍋: Tell him to mind his business

🍋: I was drinking bubble tea and choked on the balls so I spilled the drink everywhere 🍋: Now Tan won't even look at me

🍋: I've been looking for my gun for 2 hours only to realize I don't have it anymore 🤣🤣🤣🤣💃🥳😆😼😼

🍒: He's my little anal ☺️ 🍒: ANGEL 🍒: ANGEL I MEANT ANGEL 🍋: THE WAY I SCREAMED 🍒: DON'T SHOW THIS TO HIM 🍋: HE'S LOOKING AT ME NOOO 😭😭

🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl

🍒: Do you ever just 🍋: Yeah, but 🍋: Yk? 🍒: Damn man I sure do 🍊: Is this why you two created this group chat? 🍋: Actually it's so you can like and subscribe 🤯👽❓ 🍒: But first, a word from our sponsor!! 🍊: I'm so done with you both

🍋: Should I dye my hair? 🍊: Absolutely fucking not 🍒: Pookie no it won't look as good as it does now!! 🍋: Love you guys 🫶 🍋: I already bought the hair dye 🍊: WHY DID YOU EVEN ASK? 🍋: I'm in a silly goofy mood 🍋: So green or blue? 🍊: I will smash your head through a window 🍒: LEM LISTEN TO US!! 🍋: Yo I kinda look like the joker

🍒: [2 images attached, it's photos of Tan and Cherry hugging] 🍒: These look so good! 🍒: Lem best wingman AND photographer 🍋: Fucking finally. It was getting annoying 🍊: Would you stop it already? 🍒: Yeah, it wasn't THAT bad 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Tan talking about Cherry to Lem] 🍊: DELTE THST RIGHT FUCKING NOW 🍒: 🤣 🍋: Oh I know you're not laughing Cherry 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Cherry gushing about Tan to Lem] 🍒: THAT'S MESSED UP

+ bonus 🍊: Made her laugh today and I can't get it out of my head 🍊: It's driving me nuts 🍊: I must've looked fucking stupid the way I just stared at her 🍋: Talking about her again? 🍊: Who else do I ever talk about you nob 🍋: So did you ask her out? 🍊: What do you think? 🍋: I'm thinking no because you're a pussy 🍊: Fuck off

🍒: Ok so I was talking to him earlier today and he just put his hand on my shoulder and got really close to my face but I feel like he was mostly looking at my lips. Maybe it was just my imagination 🍒: Anyway, does he do this to everyone? 🍋: Girl

hii angel!!! I really do want to be able to write them for you, I’ll keep them in my inbox and will def try to do one of them, but if not, keep them noted down and I’ll get around to them eventually 💓💓

THESE ARE SO FUN!!!?? loved them all, especially..

^ why would he tell us if he doesn’t want us snooping??????

^ lem would be the mediator, trying to rationalise tan not to shave (even if he was messing) he doesn’t want to see his bro with a baby face

^ ALL OF THAT😭😭 and then, you look lovely. I HAVE A PICTURE IN MY HEAD AND I NEED TO ADD IT bc it works well and obviously bc it’s hot 😩😩😩😩😩😩

^ tan would be acting like he doesn’t know lem😭

^😭😭😭😭😭 we just have random half conversations (but we each no exactly what the other is thinking) and it just annoys tan sm. “what did you think about that thing?” “that was so crazy. what did you think about that other thing? not that thing but another thing?” “holy shit man, but did you see?” “RIGHT? and then?” “omg😭”

^ lem got the receipts 😭😭😭😭

^😭😭😭😭 “bc you’re a pussy” and “girl” lmao

[cookiecomics]

I shan't spam you with every silly thought I have while playing the game for the first time, but! I did want to ramble about something that really is neat that I think you show very well in your story~

The rumors. Oh my god do I love walking around listening to the chatter in the school and city. These people are so fucking rude to each other? I swear I saw one on the day Shiho jumps saying something like 'do you think that delinquent pushed her?' and I had to spin around like 'WHAT?!' It poofed faster than I could grab a screen grab but still.

The more the students gossip, it's absolutely more believable that a Joker who's already struggling and didn't have Arsene would suffer. I didn't even do anything to Shiho and people are already making comments, so the social execution that would start if something like AToTT happened? Yeah no get Ren a turtle and a hug stat. :(

(Speaking of turtles, Robin Jr the plush sits and watches me. He gave me the good luck to grind up Kamoshida's dumb palace out in a day. I wasn't leaving without befriending all the Jacks & Angels I could.)

Its funny you should say that because replaying the game and listening to the background rumors is easily one of my favorite part of replays..People are fucked up in that game lmao.

Thats very cute that you have your own robin :3 robin is based off my own turtle plushie shelly that i had as a kid

[fictionkinfessions]

[Fandom(s) this post is about : «“Persona 5”» ◇｜◇ «“Persona 5 ROYAL”»] [«“Identity V”» mention at the end]

[CW: Mentions of family issues..??]

❂——✧——✧——✧——✧——✧——❂

I remember that I used to have like.. a dog.. and a bunny too. The bunny was named “Churro”, and the dog “Luna”.

I also recall making a whole plan to go to my old home just to retrieve them, and guess what happened???

Sojiro tells me THE DAY BEFORE I FOLLOW THE PLAN THROUGH WITH ANN, RYUJI AND YUSUKE the following:

“oh yeah, your parents gave me your bunny and your dog like a month after you came here just so you wouldn't ‘be so lonely’ or something like that. Not gonna lie, I think they were done with taking care of them and they're just making excuses 😒. Anyways they're at my house right now, and part of the reason I didn't really mention it to you was because you have a cat and because I can't have two animals just running around the cafe. Maybe if you can somehow keep them upstairs I'll consider letting them be here instead of my house, just make sure the dog doesn't bark too loudly during working hours, or outside of them.”

..guess what I did as soon as I could go into that house.

Anyways, doggo always hated me for some reason (I kept trying to show love and affection to her), but was literally an angel with everyone else?? Sure, go be nice to everyone but me, the person that takes care of you 😞💔 traitor dog..

The bunny was absolutely terrifying to leave alone for too long, though, and I always found her biting something or just chilling besides a wall, but was always the center of attention.. makes sense honestly; it's not everyday you just see a rabbit doing rabbit stuff..

I remember that my friends kept getting ambushed by the trio of animals just randomly going up to them and demanding affection, and I think the victims that suffered the most from this were: Akechi, Yusuke, Ann, and Ryuji.

Imagine being on working hours, investigating or doing something REALLY important, then you hear the sound of little paws just going your way and see a rabbit and a dog together along with a guy trying to reach them.. seems like there's something else to add to do “I'm sorry” list.. 🥰

I hate how I'm canon divergent in some areas because wdym I didn't have a rabbit that kept biting my hair and a dog that kind of hated my guts but still liked me enough to accept me giving it affection without rejecting me sometimes 💔

❂——✧——✧——✧——✧——✧——❂

Little extra: I recall having a sibling in my canon, an older one at that, I guess? Anyways he was cool and one of the few reasons I was kinda looking up to going back home post canon 🥰.. emphasis on kinda.

I swear, I'll need to do a whole different post JUST to explain what was going on with my family and home place..

Sighh.. I really don't know if I love them or loathe them with my soul, so considering that.. it's bound to maybe be as long or a little less than the love confession 😥

On a completely unrelated side note: HOW R WE FEELING, IDV (Identity V) PLAYERS THAT ARE ALSO PERSONA 5 KINS / FICTIVES??? 🤩🤩

— #❂🥞🐈‍⬛✮ ( ✧ Ren Amamiya ✧ ｜❂ Akira Kurusu ❂｜♧ “Joker” ♤ fictive + fictionkin)

(does anybody else make sounds out of the blue without really wanting to? Like, little hums, clearing your throat, light whistling.. is that normal? I tried to stop it but it just made a lot of stuff worse and now I don't know if I should keep trying to or what 😥)

x

[nightmare-the-cat]

Crimson Wings

An AU where Hunter successfully kills himself and Belos in TFTM- only to wake up in hell.

Yeah. Yeah this is Hazbin Hotel Hell

Will there be a continuation? Maybe. Is this depressing as fuck? Yes. Is Hunters name mentioned even once in this? No.

Proceed at your own risk

Flit

A streak of red and white darted across the blood soaked street. One would assume it to be a trick of the light, if it wasn’t followed by two foreboding streaks of grey. On this day, they were abundant, striking down anyone that caught their gaze.

The chase was on it seemed. Some poor soul was attempting to flee the Exorcist’s wrath, woefully unaware that superior speed had yet to save anyone. Those hiding among the crevices of the urban hellscape dared not interfere, but only those with the blackest of hearts didn’t pity whoever the victim of the demented chase was.

He just kept flying, panic blinding his sense of direction. The poor boy had nary a month after his manifestation to even understand the dreaded Extermination was on the horizon. He’d been unprepared, hiding out in an abandoned estate when the Exorcists descended, only to be discovered mere hours later, trembling in a corner as the holy executioners circled in.

So he did the only thing he could do, what he had been doing near constantly every day since his death.

He fled.

His speed and experience with evading others mid-flight were his saving graces, dodging every wayward attack thrown his way as he struggled to ditch his pursuers. It would be an impressive show should anyone have been observing, expert dives and weaves like the demon had been born to fly.

Still, pure skill in the air wouldn’t keep him alive forever, he already had a few scrapes from near-misses. Thirty minutes in he was running out of steam, while his pursuers seemed limitless, slowly gaining on him while his wings strained to stay ahead.

So, when he saw a break in the storm of violence that was the Extermination, he took the opportunity and dived, holding his arms up in front of him after he aimed for a window in the near pristine manor below.

CRASH!

The small sinner didn’t waste time popping back up on his feet after the impact, frantically taking in every detail of the cavernous room he’d broken into. Cold coloration framing oddly plain marble doors made the space feel even more hollow than it already was, empty of any decoration or furniture. Dread pooled in the young demons stomach as a panicked check of one of the doors revealed they were locked.

“Ah, you have to love it when the prey corners itself!” One of the exorcists crooned in a high voice, making Hunter tremble as he turned to watch the pair of angels casually slink inside using the window he’d just broken. “Aww, cute, he thought the Fallen One would be stupid enough to leave ANY doors unlocked during the Extermination”

The blondes crimson wings flared, falling into the familiar stance of self defense as one of the Exorcists approached, the mouthy one guarding the only exit. He couldn’t go down without fighting-not again.

A slamming door interrupted the confrontation, light cutting through the gloom, and all three beings snapped their heads towards the newcomer.

“Did you jokers break my window AGAIN!?” An oddly performative voice cut in, the owner looking little more than frustrated despite the carnage going on outside. “How many times do I have to tell you the manor is off limits to you bloodthirsty little cretins?”

“We weren’t the ones who broke the window, sir” the quieter Exorcist hissed, jabbing her spear towards the cowering sinner, stopping just short of piercing his throat. The blonde winced as the blessed metal tip then pressed into the underside of his chin, refusing to break his terrified stare towards Lucifer as his head was forcefully tilted upward. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this quick-“

“Not in here you’re not! I’m the one who’ll have to clean that up” the king of hell snapped, before jabbing the apple head of his cane at the broken window. “Just-get out of here, I can dispose of this one myself”

“Sir-“

“That wasn’t a request- GET OUT” the demon ordered, dropping the aloof tone, and both Exorcists scrambled for the broken window in a panicked haste.

Lucifer Morningstar, for what it was worth, planned to make the intruders execution quick. Many came to his manor expecting mercy before, back when the yearly Exterminations first began, and in a sense they got it. Being instantly obliterated was a better option than bleeding out on the pavement-but the message was clear; Lucifer would not spare any sinner, survival was up to them.

Still, he occasionally got the odd straggler who’d plea for Sanctuary, and at this point he’d heard it all when it came to his “subjects” begging for mercy.

He’d spared none.

Even with all that experience dealing with the scum of his “kingdom”, he was woefully unprepared for this particular intruders reaction when he turned on him.

“No-no, I’m sorry-I was just trying to get away-“ the sinner stuttered, trembling as Lucifer approached, tears forming in his panicked magenta eyes as he fell to the ground. “The bells-The light in the sky-they just came down, started killing everyone! I don’t want to die again, please-“

Lucifer stopped short as the sinner’s begging dissolved into genuine crying, his words becoming indistinguishable among the sobs.

None before him had done that-cried so genuinely. Sounded so confused about the Extermination-even though the date was so heavily broadcasted throughout Pride as the day drew near.

“Are you slow or something?” Lucifer found himself asking, startling the crying sinner quite badly. The tears didn’t stop, but he seemed to be trying to process the question.

“W-what?”

He was scarred.

“You’ve clearly been through an Extermination before, this isn’t fresh” Lucifer pointed out, using the end of his cane to poke at the thick, old scar on his cheek. “Got amnesia or something?”

The small sinners hand ghosted over the old wound, shivering as he looked back outside.

“Not them-I don’t know them” was all he said, wiping the remaining tears away as best he could, taking on an empty smile. “I guess he was right though-nothing I did mattered in the end”

He started laughing.

“I mean-I didn’t see him when I woke up, he’s probably still up there!” He cackled manically, holding his forehead as a wide, disturbed smile finally broke out across his face, stumbling to his feet as he continued to laugh, staring out the window. “He’s probably already doing something like this back home-all because I couldn’t even drown myself properly-“

Lucifer stepped back as the sinner suddenly turned on him, not knowing what to make of anything he was spouting off about. None before him had expressed such genuine regret-ever turned to face him, or their own sins, without excuses.

“I ran from what I rightfully deserved, just because I stupidly thought I could get out, fix my mistakes, save the ones who cared about me….” He was slowing down, the laughter turning into something far more pained. Despair, lifetimes worth of it, echoed in what he said next, the young demon stepping back, bowing his head. “I’m sorry- even now I’m delaying what should have come my way long ago”

He dropped to one knee.

“Please-I deserve no mercy”

His voice was empty now.

“Everything was a mistake”

[samgirl98]

Homeless Angels are More Annoying than They Should Be

Jason's plans for his return to Gotham are thwarted by a random homeless man with black hair and blue eyes.

“I can shoot you where you stand,” Jason told the homeless man.

“Yeah? So can any other two-bit thug on the street,” he sassed back.

“Two-bit thug,” Jason asked, offended.

“Y’aint special,” he continued as if Jason hadn’t spoken while leaning into his personal space.

Jason had finally returned to Gotham to set his plans in motion. He was going to get Bruce to kill the clown one way or the other. The first week had gone well. Jason had made preparations to take over Gotham’s underbelly. He had started fighting against Roman Sionis, aka The Black Mask, to take control over Gotham.

And then he had run into the homeless asshole.

Jason found out his name was Danny, and he would follow Jason around for no damned reason. Not even threatening the guy chased him away. The worse part was that Danny was able to find Jason anywhere.

Case in point, Jason was in his warehouse full of weapons and drugs right now, and the man had found him.

“So, are you gonna let me help you now, or are you still gonna act like a little bitch?”

Jason saw green, and he shot the guy.

Danny looked down at the bullet wound closing with a disinterested raised eyebrow.

Jason’s surprise at the healed bullet wound snapped him out of the pit-induced rage. Danny dared to ask, “Are you done?”

Almost as if Jason had acted like a petulant child and thrown a tantrum instead of shooting him.

“Anyway, I brought you some ectoplasm; remember I told you about it? It’ll help with your anger issues.”

“I don’t want help with my anger issues; I need them!”

“Oh, so you can get your revenge on daddy bats?”

“He’s not my dad!”

“Sounds fake, but okay. Anyway, I also brought you some food ‘cuz I don’t see you eat at all.”

“I don’t need food,” Jason said with gritted teeth. His stomach betrayed him by growling.

“Yeah, sure, Zombie boy. I’ll see you later,” and, as per usual, the fucker disappeared. One of these days, Jason would figure out how to get rid of Danny, but right now, he continued with his plans.

____

“So, what’s your plan here?”

“For fuck’s sake,” Jason yelled, almost dropping his bazooka, “Can you not do that?”

Jason was on top of the building across from Black Mask’s office. He was about to call the man when Danny snuck up behind him.

“What is even your plan here?”

“I’m going to get Black Mask to free Joker,” Jason knew from experience that Danny would discover his plan.

The older man snorted, “That’s stupid. Why don’t you just kill the clown yourself? By the Ancients, I can sneak you in and out without anyone noticing.”

Jason gritted his teeth. That’s not what he wanted. He wanted to know that his da—that Bruce loved him. He wanted his death to mean something. The only way for him to know for sure is for the Batman to kill the Joker.

Jason picked up the phone and dialed Black Mask’s number.

“Well,” Danny said before disappearing, “at least I could talk you out of beating up a kid.”

Jason ignored the man.

____

Jason had fought alongside Batman today, and it had been exhilarating. Fighting alongside him again brought back memories that Jason tried desperately to suppress.

Then Jason had killed the assassins in front of his father—no, in front of Batman.

“What does that make you?” He had asked.

Jason didn’t know. He felt like shit, to put it simply.

Jason removed his costume and weapons and let him fall on the sofa.

“What’s wrong, kid?”

Jason wasn’t surprised to hear Danny by him.

“I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”

“Hmm,” Danny hummed while rummaging through his bookbag, “Here, have some fudge. It always makes me feel better.”

Jason looked at the fudge before shrugging and eating it. It was good.

“Why are you always following me?”

“Because you need someone in your corner. And—and because the living dead need to stick together.”

Jason flinched at the reminder of his death.

“You’ve died, too,” he asked instead.

“Yeah, I’m a halfa—half-human,” there was a bright light, “and half-ghost.”

It was Danny but with white hair, green eyes (like Jason’s now were), and a black and white hazmat suit that had a stylized ‘D.’

“Listen, the dead deserve their retribution, but your actions only make it worse for yourself. Bruce Wayne, the Batman, is never going to kill. Instead of doing this convoluted plan that’s hurting you, why don’t you get your own revenge?”

“I can’t—I’m,” afraid.

When Jason thought of confronting the clown face-to-face by himself, he was that scared fifteen-year-old again that was getting beaten to a pulp by a crowbar. He wanted; he needed his dad to get rid of the monster.

“Here, this is good for you. It’ll help you think clearer.”

Jason looked at the neon green liquid (it looked so much like the Lazarus Pit) and, for the first time, drank what Danny had offered.

It didn’t taste half bad.

____

Jason pulled up to the front gate of Wayne Manor on his motorcycle. He took a deep breath before punching in his old codes. Jason was surprised when it worked.

Jason went up to the front door and knocked. He knew everyone inside knew he was on his way and was half-surprised that no one had tried to keep him out. Jason hesitated for a second and then knocked on the door.

He was welcomed back with open arms and tears.

____

Danny watched as the boy he had met in the Ghost Zone before he had been brought back was embraced by his family.

Danny was glad he had been able to help his friend at least this once. Now, as the King of the Infinite Realms, he had a duty to avenge and protect his citizens, and there remained a dear citizen and friend the remained unavenged. It was time for Danny to visit the Joker. He smiled with too many teeth showing.

There were worse things out there than death.  

Yes, Danny met Jason in the Ghost Zone and befriended him, and he fed him ectoplasm in the foods he was leaving Jason. That's the reason Jason started mellowing out. Danny decided to find Jason in the land of the living and did not like what he saw when he found out about Jason's plans.

Anyway, the Joker is gonna find the King of Ghosts in his cell and end up trapped in his mind for the rest of his life in a nightmare.

Eventually, Jason is going to start remembering his time from when he was dead and bitch at Danny for not telling him that they knew each other.

@emergentpanda-blog @bianca-hooks123 @overtherose @akikkobara

Let’s add a little mix

Danny and Jason meet during Jason’s murder hobo era.

Danny just wants to help this sick dude who keeps lashing out

Meanwhile Jason has no clue how to handle a nonplused homeless dude.

Jason: I can shoot you where you stand.

Danny: yah, so could any other two bit thug on the street.

Jason: two bit-

Danny, leaning into Jason’s space: Yain’t special

Like Hood would have no idea what to do, especially if he does actually try it once only for Danny be like “you done?”

And like any other feral cat in Gotham, Danny will wear them down with pampering and politeness until he gets what he wants.

Jason just suddenly gains an annoying angel on his shoulder that stops all his revenge attempts

[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse: Date Night (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Date Night - Oneshot

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KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Author’s note:

Hey hi loves! Remember Rules? This is a sequel to that oneshot! I realized I haven’t written a date scenario with Y/n and Joker. Gotta change that 🤭 So sit back and see what could possibly go wrong strolling around a street festival with your reckless lover.

(I always feel like I’m a bother tagging ppl. Am I?) 😥

taglist:

@blackreaderatrisk @twinkledinkle @clemdango04 @l3ejm @tears-of-amber @what-an-angel @darthjokerisyourfather @thatsnoteii @dollster @cheetahspy @kaidennnnn @urdariingdoll @motivation-idontknowher

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Your eyes wandered over to the window as the remnants of the sunset faded out of the sky. At this hour Grant Park should be empty but if you remembered correctly, they were sponsoring some kind of nightlife street festival this week to boost attraction to the area.

Suddenly an idea popped inside your head. It had been a while since you and J went on a date. And what could possibly go wrong strolling around a street festival with your madman of a lover?

You smiled to yourself and quickly tossed on a pair of jeans and a flimsy sweatshirt. You grabbed your phone and wallet from the nightstand before leaving your room.

The apartment was quiet as you stepped out into the hallway. You made it to Joker's threshold and caught him pacing and mumbling to himself.

You briefly picked up the words stupid and rules in between your name and sighs. It pained you to see J beating himself up for something that Barbara had already fixed.

You knocked on the open door, startling Joker a bit. He must've been deep in thought to not hear you.

"Hey.. um. I-I'm sorry for lashing out at you. I was stressed because of work and I.. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

You walked up to Joker and gave him your best, I'm sorry puppyeyed look.

He couldn't hold it against you. He took out his frustration with work on you plenty of times. He was only trying to help relieve your stress by cleaning and made this worse. Both of you were in the wrong this time.

Joker wasn't going to verbally apologize though.

He just opened his arms for you to squeal and run into. A hug from Joker was a rare treat indeed. He hugged you super tight to the point it almost hurt. His actions always spoke louder than his words.

He was only trying to help; you meant the world to him.

Joker placed a soft kiss onto the crown of your head as you felt his deep voice ask. "Are ya going somewhere?"

You nodded and tilted your head back, gazing into pools of jade. His eyes were your favorite color now.

"Barbs restored my files and reminded me there's a street festival going on down at the park. I was wondering... if you w-wanted to go. With me. To the festival. Right now."

Joker snorted hearing you stumble over your words. It was so dorky yet indescribably you.

"Now?"

"Yeah! It's a night festival thingy. Food, music, carnival games and other stuff to promote attraction to the area. Not like we need any but.. um. D-Do you wanna go with me?"

Joker let you go to cover his mouth with his hand. He gasped like a schoolgirl hearing the biggest locker room rumor, "Bunny? Are you.. asking me out on a da-te?"

"See. I knew you'd make it weird." You were halfway to the door when Joker spun you around and stole a kiss.

He bent you almost backwards to chase after your lips and thank goodness you were flexible. He could seriously break someone's back playing around like that.

You were a little winded when he parted ways but Joker replied to you with no sweat. "Lead the way, doll."

It took Joker a minute to don a disguise and find his face mask to cover his scars, but the two of you rode the elevator down to the apartment lobby and walked out without being seen.

A quick jog across the street and further down, the Grant Park event schedulers had opened up the block-long festival to the public.

Just as you advertised, it was a nighttime event filled with bright lights, energetic music, and fun for all ages.

Children up way past their bedtime were screaming and laughing and running around with sticky hands whereas couples scrolled about, oohing and ahhing at the various food trucks and other attractions set up throughout the park.

The night was brisk on your arms but you could manage and for once the stars took centerstage in the sky despite Gotham City's heavy air pollution. Although you knew Joker hated PDA, you wrapped his arm around your shoulder and snuggled up to borrow some of his body heat.

J ran like a furnace and for once, he didn't mind the contact.

His eyes flickered down to your thin sweatshirt and huffed. If you got sick, he was not taking care of you.

He subconsciously tucked you in closer to him.

The two of you spent the first half hour walking around aimlessly, taking in the tasteful art pieces the event had on display. Some were up for sale and J noticed you eyeing a cultural piece longer than the others.

You glanced at the price and quickly ushered him along. You were so modest it was adorable.

"If you really want it doll, I can get it for ya."

You fixed him with an incredulous look. "Really?" You whispered and watched Joker nod.

"Mhm. For freeeee." He snickered when you rounded on him with a whine of his shortened name.

You swatted at his arm. "That's not funny. I thought you were being serious!"

You knew that was his trigger word. He grabbed your face to guide your attention towards his endless green eyes. "Hey. Look at me.." You blinked up at him in awe.

"Say the wo~rd... and it's yourss."

Joker slurred his words and like a flash of lightning, your gaze flickered down to his mouth hidden behind his mask. What you'd give to have it gone so you could kiss Joker properly..

He looked around for any prying eyes and was tempted to rip it off so that he could kiss you, but your stomach growled, thus ruining the moment.

Joker arched an eyebrow at the whale sound and you verbally cringed in embarrassment. "I haven't eaten yet."

My, how quickly Joker's mood could change! One minute he was ready to kiss you, the next he was staring at you with murderous intent. How many times had he punished you for not eating? One too many.

You frantically looked around hoping that something in the immediate vicinity suited your taste buds before Joker dragged you back to the apartment kicking and screaming.

He would tie you down and forcibly feed you, no doubt about it. He'd done it before. One time he fed you too much that you became nauseous and allof his efforts were for naught.

Just thinking about that messy memory had you ready to settle for anything. Thankfully you saw a Falafel stall up ahead and tugged Joker over.

And just in time. He was ready to haul you over his shoulder and leave.

He was still upset but watched you order something to snack on with rapt attention. It looked unappetizing but you popped it in your mouth and moaned at the taste.

He knew that moan very well.

"Is it really thaT good Sugar or are ya mocking me?" Joker purred into your ear.

You flushed hearing his suggestive tone but you popped a piece of Falafel into his mouth while he had the mask momentarily tipped down.

He jerked away, chewing robotically and you laughed at his bewildered face as he processed the strange taste.

"What is that?"

You giggled. "Deep fried chickpeas. It's quite popular in the Middle East. Judging by your face, you don't like it."

He dragged you down to a vendor who was selling refreshments and ordered a strawberry lemonade to wash down the unknown taste in his mouth. You laughed as Joker gulped down two cups until he kissed you and slipped a strawberry chunk into your mouth with his tongue.

Joker smirked as you chewed the fruit in silence. He had interesting ways of shutting you up...

You kind of wanted him to do that again.

Joker fished around in his pockets for something as you continued eating in between taking sips of his lemonade. It was too sweet for your liking but this was Joker's here.

He probably ate sugar straight out of the bag.

Although sweets wasn't his only vice. He found what he was looking for and stepped off to the side to light up a cigarette. You frowned at J for smoking in the park but he'd done far worse in his lifetime. Littering was the lesser of his many greater offenses.

This section of the park was scarce so Joker could enjoy a few minutes to himself and you got to see the plumes of smoke escape his mouth like a roaring dragon.

When was watching someone smoke considered hot?

Joker made the unhealthy habit sexy, especially when he locked eyes with you and exhaled through his nose. Joker practically blended in the darkness yet you weren't afraid when those sultry jade eyes of his glowed so intensely at you. They would be your undoing some day.

You didn't know eyes could be so green until you met Joker. His were so animated they were inhuman at times.

"Ya likin' the show, Princess?"

Curse this man and his plethora of pet names!

You coughed into your fist and distracted yourself by scrolling on your phone while he finished smoking, all with a smirk on his face. You had finished eating and were waiting on J when you got distracted by his smoking.

And he easily became distracted by you. Joker dragged his eyes from your messy curls down to your mix match colored chucks.

Did you do that intentionally or was it just another careless Y/n decision? The world may never know.

There were so many quirks about you that were purely accidental, so he let this one fall into that category. He finished his smoke (and tossed the bud in the trash under your watchful eye) and ushered you along back to the festival with an arm thrown over your shoulder.

The two of you continued walking further into the park where carnival-like games and booths were set up to entertain the masses.

You eyed a canal of goldfishes and the display of colorful masks hanging above it when a boisterous voice a few booths down startled you.

"Step on up! Knock down three piles of bottles in a row and win a prize!" The vendor waved at a few kids who rose to the challenge but failed on the first try.

Others tried as well but no one got past the second stack.

You and Joker were strolling by when the vendor shouted at J. "How about you sir?! Care to win a prize for the pretty lady?" He dragged his eyes up and down your form and Joker definitely noticed.

Wrong move buddy. Joker was out for blood after seeing someone openly ogle you in such a way.

You grabbed a hold of his arm and tried saving the poor guy's life by removing Joker from the scene. "Let's just go, J.."

He grumbled and stepped forward. The stare down they had was insane. No surprise, Joker won. "How much?"

The booth attendant cleared his throat before answering. "$3 for three tries."

Joker fished out a five from his pocket and waited for the vendor to explain the rules and dole out the balls used for the game.

You stood off to the side as Joker tossed a ball in the air to get a feel of its weight. He then squinted at the bottles stacked a few yards away and hummed to himself. You and the vendor looked on in silence.

You were the one who broke it. "J, you don't have to win me anything. This evening was just to get us out of the apartment."

"Shhh."

Alrighty then. You knew that tone.

Joker was in his 'do not disturb, I'm focused' mode. Once he got like this, he wouldn't hear a word you said until he completed his task.

The madman was laser focused on the task ahead so you rolled your eyes at his snippy tone and watched how this would unfold. You were secretly watching Joker's biceps as he prepared to pitch. You were so distracted that you didn't see the throw itself.

The ball flew through the air like a rocket and hit the first stack of bottles on the first try. The impact cracked two of them and the vendor blinked in shock at the level of strength displayed.

You were in shock too as Joker tilted his head and accessed the second pile like he didn't just destroy the set up.

He had tunnel vision right now. His main focus was how to win this stupid game and shove it in the guy's face. That'll teach him some manners. No one calls you pretty except him.

He imagined the bottles were the vendor's face.

Joker reeled his hand back to hit the second shot. It too fell in one swoop with a few of the bottles falling off the pedestal and shattering as it hit the ground.

You facepalmed at Joker's unnecessary use of force. This is why you couldn't take him anywhere. No home training.

You eyed the booth owner who was looking rather smug before averting your attention back to Joker as the last pile of bottles loomed ahead. This one had a dozen stacked in a pyramid and was the farthest away. Joker was confident in this throw but right before he tossed it, his gaze flickered over to the owner's smug grin.

Something was up. This would be too easy otherwise. J snorted to himself and corrected his aim to hit the back of the wall instead.

Before it got there, the vender spoke up, as if he already knew the outcome. "Sorry pal, you missed. Want to try ag–"

"You hit it J! You won!" You shouted and attracted a crowd who investigated your excitement. No one had won the game yet so it was quite the big deal.

"Huh? That's impossible!" The guy almost gave himself a hernia until he looked over and sure enough, Joker purposely hit the wall to ricochet the ball of it to knock the bottles down from behind.

How Joker managed to notice the front of the bottles were glued together was anyone's guess but seeing your joy as he won was worth the trouble.

His pretty girl was smiling and praising him for a job well done.

You were still jumping up and down as Joker scanned the prizes hanging up and yanked one down. The poor vendor was checking his rigged setup, still in disbelief to care.

"A bunny for a bunny." Joker presented a plush rabbit with adorable floppy ears to you. You instantly fell in love.

"Awwwww! It's so cute!" You beamed. It was almost as big as you with soft brown fur and a delicate bow around its neck.

"Just like you." Joker whispered to himself.

Thankfully you didn't hear him. "Keep the uhhh change." He mentioned to the still confused worker before steering you away from the booth. The guy could use the extra two dollars.

The gathered crowd let you both by as they demanded their money back from the rigged game.

You were walking towards the festival exit and held your prize out at arms length in awe. "Thank you for winning him, J! I think I'm gonna call him.. Jack." You laughed. "Yeah, Jack is perfect."

You failed to notice Joker tensing up next to you.

His eyes stared you down like a hawk. How blissfully naïve you were, but he couldn't help but admire your happiness radiating from you like a beacon. It settled his nerves just a tad. There was no way you knew..

He scratched his neck and looked away as you cuddled your new best friend.

"I uh.. hmm. I li-ke that name, Y/n." He uttered. You smiled up at Joker.

"Yeah? It's simple but so profound. A strong name indeed for such a striking fellow."

What were you going on about?

Joker quickly grabbed your hand so you didn't get hit by a car as you blindly walked across the street. Sometimes he hated how ditzy you could be.

Did you seriously value some overstuffed toy more than your own safety? Joker led you across the busy street since your attention was focused on Jack and not on your surroundings.

The second the two of you safely walked into the apartment lobby, he spoke up.

"Striking fellow? Don'T tell me you're talking about this.. thing." He swiped your keycard against the terminal to call the afterhours lift.

The elevator doors dinged open and you stepped inside still holding onto your bunny as Joker walked in and mashed the top floor button.

"Jack is not a thing, J. Don't get all jealous over the very prize you won for me. I can't wait to sleep with—"

"That... That is noT sleeping in the, uhh.. same bed as us. Ugh, I should've picked a different prize." Joker mumbled to himself as you laughed in the small elevator.

It was one of his favorite sounds but he was not jealous over a stupid toy.

Joker's eyes became lidded watching you finally turn and give him some attention. You let go of Jack to pull Joker closer to kiss him. He backed you into the mirrored walls and claimed your mouth for his own. He'd been wanting to do this all night.

The only sound in the elevator was your muffled moans until a soft ding signaled the arrival to the twelfth floor.

"This is us.." You sighed.

Us. The word echoed in the lift and the meaning sat heavy in the air.

"Mhm. We should do, uhh, outings like this more often, my Light." Joker said in between more kisses. He held his arm out to stop the doors from closing but never looked away from you. 

"Even the d__n lift wants this night to end.."

You snorted at that. "Our date isn't over yet J. How about we spend the rest of it inside?" You rubbed his scars with your thumb and leaned up to kiss them softly. Joker melted in your embrace from it.

"You.. me.. and a king sized bed.." you pulled back to pretend to think. "..and didn't you mention you wanted to try something new the other day? Something with rope?"

He proposed the idea of shibari to you a week ago but you weren't so sure. Apparently you had time to think it over.

Joker growled and picked you up as if you weighed a feather. He was on a mission, headed to your front door when, in between giggles, you called out for J to save Jack from the elevator.

"Uhhh I'll get him later, or never. I got a real bunnythat wants to be tied up." Joker entered your apartment with you bursting with excitement in his arms.

You loved date nights with J.

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[icharchivist]

I wonder what the other Accordants would look like if they harmonized with their weapons

And I do so hope Ferdinand won't show up to cut off their hands/ legs

God yeah i'm so curious too

They're clearly themed after their powers and the themes of the weapons (Cupitan being an angel because Cupid's bow, Ragazzo being a fire monster because his fists are hell themed, ect...)

So it's worth wondering how they would look like, the rest of them and all....

like does Troue/Felix becomes a shapeshifting monster? how do you fuse with a mic? this type of things

but i started to think about my boys because i'm consistant if not anything else

and i think we need to come to term with the fact Feather would probably turn into a lion. That's something that needs consideration. (i wonder also if him losing his teeth in the event Ferdinand said should have been his Harmonization, means that perhaps it's one of this horror thing where Feather's teeth are falling out because the lion teeth would be growing once the harmonization starts. this could happen. this could make sense.

and for Randall i had a horrible illumination moment that considering his weapon is Joyeuse, a green sword who's name means "joyful", the only thing that came to my mind was "oh no Randall would become the Joker" and i'm going to fucking cry. there can even be blood trails looking like make up all over his face due to his blood loss from his nose and ears.

So yeah! lots of question to wonder about!

on one hand i'm mad curious about the harmonization design, but god i'm worried of it happening, between the side effects and Navis lurking around it's just. man.

And Ferdinand better not approach again 🗡🗡🗡

[edgyearring]

@rtaitor

my fucking eyes ......................

i saw this and my mind immediately thought of this image