#Joker fears the IRS

[satoshy12]

IRS Agent Danny

IRS agent Danny

The Joker looked at his goons and screamed, " Do it faster!"

Batman, who came through the window, said, " Stop Joker!"

Joker looked at his goons and said, " You all don't stop packing, Bats! I don't have time for you. I have to pay up; otherwise, I will go to jail for tax evasion!"

Batman;" What? "

Joker: " The IRS sent their new agent after me again! I own them for 36.000.000 dollars, and I don't pay; they will come with IRS levy permits!"

Danny walked into the place and said, " So Joker?"

Joker smiled a not crazy smile:" Here you have it. Not one penny less or more. Now Batman, you can put me in prison."

Batman wasn't sure what had happened as the Joker left into the police car.

Bruce looked at the young agent; he looked pretty young, between Jason and Tim's ages, wearing a fur-trimmed brown jacket, tactical military pants, and a knife holder. He seems to be looking at a list.

Danny, looking at his list, says, " So, I talked with Bane, Oswald Cobblepot, Harvey Dent, Red Hood, Roman Sionis, Victor Fries, Hugo Strange, Slade Wilson, and now the Joker, other then well as Pamela Isley, who is in prison for tax evasion for 2 years. They all paid. I think I am done with Gotham, so Metropolis is next."

And yes, Bane paid taxes on the money he earned from his drug empire.

Danny turned his face to Batman and said, "So, Mr. Batman, I heard your electric Batmobile is around $US1.5 million. So we should have a talk about your taxes."

Bruce had no idea what happened, but he didn't like what was about to happen.

It ended with Batman sitting next to the Joker in the police SUV.

The Joker looked at Batman, not sure what had happened.

"I want my phone call; I need to call Nightwing. I have to pay my Bat taxes."

Joker:" Hahahahaha! Smartly, you didn't try to run away. We all tried, but well, we'd rather fight you than him again."

In Arkham

Ivy is kind of a pariah, criminals don't like people who evade taxes. As the IRS send then their special agent. So it was her fault he was back in Gotham!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=G56VgsLfKY4

Danny's clothes are like RE4 Leon's clothes

[jellycreamjammedart]

I still cant get over the fact that joker explicitly said he loves messing with batman whatever way, but draws the line at messing with the irs

[nightingale-prompts]

Interdimensional Babysitter - DC x DP prompt

Danny used to be feared. He was respected. People coward before him.

Then he decided to help some heroes.

Now they casually call on him for help and advice.

Ir was a decent break from duties and being treated like a young bratty prince by the Observers when he wanted to make changes in the realms.

The biggest mistake was giving the Justice League a small portal to a pocket dimension Danny had made for relaxing and storing trinkets he finds on his adventures.

Currently, the Titans are using it as a clubhouse. Now the all the games have been moved, someone has been using his extremely rare (for humans to get) snacks are going missing and there was green fur on his weighted blankets.

Then there were the little ones. Robin and Superboy. They were the biggest pains Danny had faced yet.

Danny could be working in his observatory and reorganizing the path of stars when they barged in and asked for a new toy to play with.

Well, Danny called them toys but they were just tools he didn't need. The kids thought they were some epic powerful device.

Danny had given them a small pocket portal this time. It would let them add a new room to the pocket dimension and put whatever they want in it. It would give them whatever they wanted so Danny didn't need to be bothered.

Last time he gave them a portal cutter to let them cross dimensions. It should be fairly safe and child-proof since it was a failed creation that can only go to a limited number of universes. The danger there was limited to Saturday morning cartoons level. Not that they knew that.

Danny accepted that being allies with the Justice League meant lending a hand but babysitting was a step too far. He was an all-powerful cosmic being! Why can't he just help out on missions instead of being relegated to being the info guy or the helpful spirit that gives out the power boosts? He could handle doing more than being the planetary level protector that only does things when the entirety of the earth is in danger.

Then Superman and Batman had the nerve to scold him for not keeping an eye on the kids. How was he supposed to know they would send the Joker into a dimension populated by man-eating dinosaurs? Danny was sure it would be fine anyways. The kids had a good lesson on dinosaurs, kids love dinosaurs.

Danny could have done way worse. The portal cutter didn't even give them access to parallel dimensions. Superboy didn't need to see the evil version of his father killing his friends and Robin wouldn't see Nightwing enslave the human race.

There is no pleaseing these people.

[call-me-strega]

Dc x Dp prompt #13: Hell to Pay

They say there are only two things certain in life: death and taxes. That’s why even the Joker doesn’t fuck with the IRS.

However, unfortunately for the Joker the other certainty is death and he has yet to pay his dues. Just like how he could only get away with tax evasion for so long, there are only so many times the Joker can dodge death.

Death is coming to collect, with interest.

And the Joker will have hell to pay.

~ A dark green cloud swirls over the city. From it, emerge three oppressive figures:

The one on the far left with flowing hair like white-hot fire. His vambraces made of (what appeared to be) molten glass stopped under his fingers, which then extend into into claws that seemed to drip lava. He had spiked obsidian pauldrons on his shoulders, fastening a luminous, stark-white cape to his shoulders. He wore a coronet of lightning and wielded a flail that appeared to be made of coal chains and a shrunken Red Giant star.

The second on the far right had a helm of dark iron wreathed in a plume of purple flame. His gauntlets and sword flamed with green hellfire. A pure black sheath seemingly made of void and a silver hunting horn were tied to his waist. He wore an armor forged of shadows and proofed with fear. He rode atop a mighty stead. An inky dark stallion with a curved horn and bat-like wings. His form was constantly slightly shifting depending on the angle which you viewed him making him appear larger and more slippery than he was, enhancing his disquieting nature.

The third stood in the middle, smaller but no less terrifying than her companions. Her hair was wild with movement, only just visible because it appeared as if someone had bound the winds to her head. She wore a tiara made of storm clouds and pearls. She carried with her a spear, the shaft crafted of amazonite and the tip of a clear quartz, almost reminiscent of sea salt. At her hip lay a whip made of a restrained gale and a sea glass knife. She wore armor that appeared to be Greco-Roman in origin: a chest plate made of some sort of coral-like material and a battle skirt decorated with metallic bronze feathers.

They slowly descent on the city, bringing down a sense of power and dread. They paused at the top of Wayne Tower, where the city's vigilantes had all gathered in an attempt to create and feasible plan of action to discern what these beings want. The young woman in the middle speaks and the wind carries her voice. She is not loud but it the whole of Gotham hears her words.

"Greetings, Heroes of Gotham. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Spirit, Princess and Head Diplomat of the Infinite Realms. This is Samhain, the Fright Knight, loyal knight to the king,” she gestured to her right before switching to her left “and this is Prince Wraith, current General in Chief of the Realms. We come to you as the King’s Guard and entourage. We have official business in your city and wish to civilly notify you of our presence. The King will be arriving shortly and your cooperation would be great fully received.”

Batman moved forward to shake her hand and address the situation.

“I’m afraid that we prefer not to have unknowns operating within the city. Would you be able to tell us what business you have here? Perhaps we could reach an agreement?” Batman tried to negotiate as politely as he could. He did not want to risk offending the evidently powerful beings.

Princess Spirit’s smile sharpened as she thrummed her finger against her knife. She spoke again with an unnervingly pleasant tone.

“It appears you do not understand. We are not asking for your permission.” Her grip around his hand tightened. “ We are informing you.” She finished releasing his hand.

Batman withdrew his aching hand and regarded her with the beginnings of a protest on his lips. She didn’t allow him to speak.

“ This is out of your jurisdiction Batman. This is a matter of the Realms and the Afterlife. Whatever worldly rules or morals you wish to impose on those who enter this city do not apply to us. We will do our best to work within them, so as to appease you and to attempt to maintain a friendly relationship but in the macrocosm of the multiverse and afterlives you have no official power over us. Additionally, we have direct permission to operate here however we see fit from the City Spirit herself, Lady Gotham.”

Batman’s shadow seemed to fluctuated. His and his team's shadows moved from beneath them, closer to the Princess. Lady Gotham, though not manifesting, was making her presence and approval known. Batman could not deny what he was seeing. His team shifted uncomfortably behind him. He appealed to her once more.

“ I see that we can’t stop you. We don’t want to get in your way either. Could you at least tell us why you are here?”

She smiled as if telling a joke, “All will be revealed in time”

Suddenly, there was a loud noise that sounded like tearing fabric. The green clouds mixed with purples and blues and began to churn faster. The cyclone emitted a flashes of bright light. In unison all three of the King’s Guard lifted up from the roof and took place underneath the eye of the wind storm.

Spirit holds her spear aloft. With one swift, commanding move she slams the butt of her spear down, creating a platform out of solidified air.

Wraith bellows out smoke and ash onto the platform to discolor it. With ferocious and precise movements his claws to carve in a sigil, leaving a soft orange glow against the black and gray.

Samhain sheathes his sword and pulls his horn from his waist. He wills his dark stead to rear up as he blows the horn, letting out one loud prolonged cry.

The three warriors stand at attention and Princess Spirit calls the winds to project her voice once more.

“ Now introducing the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, High King of the In-Between, The Great One, The Benevolent King, The Peace Maker, The Guardian of Souls, The One with the Cloak of Stars and the Crown of Frozen Light, The Perfect Balance, Ancient of Space and Reality, The Infinite King: Phantom!”

With a flash of white light a figure appear in the center of the platform. Simultaneously, the three knights bow in reverence.

The King has arrived.

As the Heroes of Gotham regain clear vision they are met with a striking figure.

There stood a toned young man appearing both boyishly young, yet wisened and weathered. He had side swept hair the creeped to the bottom of his neck. His skin was pale with an icy blue tint. He opened his eyes to reveal they shone an electric green. Upon his head rest a crown made of a crystalline material, reminiscent of an aurora. He wore a navy blue cloak that had a rich purple hood lined with stark white fur. The underside displayed a shifting galaxy pattern. His under suit was the same midnight black as Samhain’s. He donned golden arm bands and a gold chest plate in style quite similar to Spirit’s. His hand were covered in snow white gauntlets that matched Wraith’s vambraces.

They all stood in awe, beholden to the almost divine figure.

The king sent them a gentle smile. It was warm and comforting yet sent a chill down their shoulders.

King Phantom began to fly down toward the center of the city, his entourage fell into step behind him. He hovered several hundred feet over Wayne tower and looked down at the city. He then spoke in a booming voice, his tone kind but commanding.

“ I humbly greet the Lady Gotham, her champions, and her citizens,” the shadows curled toward him appreciatively. “ I am grateful for your cooperation in our effort to rectify a great injustice. As High King of the Infinite Realms it is one of my duties to preside over the afterlife. To bring guidance, peace, and justice to the souls under my jurisdiction. Recently, it has been brought to my attention that there is a soul among you who has not only dodged death, but caused great strife to a vast number of souls who call for justice.”

On the roof of Wayne Enterprises Jason and Damian both stiffen, but remain firm in their gaze toward the king. The king looks out at the city and sparing them the quickest of glances. He continues onward.

“ The man formerly know as Jack Napier, now called The Joker. He has avoided death on many an occasion but his life should have ended moment he fell into a vat of chemicals. Since then he has sent hundreds more to the afterlife. He has long yet to pay his dues. That is why on the behalf of justice, restoring balance, and of my subjects I officially condemn Jack Napier.”

“Jack Napier, you have been allowed 24 hours turn yourself into our custody in order to be put on trial for your crimes in the Infinite Realms. Should you fail to turn youself in, we shall take that as an admission of guilt and acceptance to be punished for your actions. After the 24 hours are up, Samhain shall use his horn to summon The Hunt and we shall track you down.”

His gaze passed specifically over Red Hood, one of the Oracle’s drones, Nightwing, Signal, Red Robin, and Batman before he spoke his next words.

“All those souls who have been wronged by the Joker, both living and deceased, who wish to have a hand in their justice have been invited to join The Hunt if they so choose.”

The king lifted his hand, calling the swirling green clouds to his gather in his palm. The clouds swiftly rearranged themselves into a smokey timer hanging in the sky.

An impish smirk graced King Phantom’s face as he let out a malicious laugh and gave his final decree.

“ Your time begins now!”

[leafyeyes417]

I decided to create a masterpost or two with all the reblogs that I like in hopes that when someone sends out the “help me find that post” I can find it faster. It will be added to slowly because I do not have the patience to do it all at once. Also in no particular order of preference.

Keep in mind none of these posts are my works and I do not claim them as such.

If you see *** they are really good prompts with lots of reblogs.

Will be edited later, last updated: 7-21-24

Masterlists

Multi-story masterlists

dcxdpdrabbles

Hdgnj

Tu-turu-turah

Specific Story lists

Jason is Catnip to Danny

Hyena Danny

Finally Getting Help

Wrong Robin

Badger Day

Man has needs

Almanac

Take out for Dummies

Danny is just some guy

Changling AU (part 5, other part links at bottom of post)

Fast Car Driver Danny

Haunted Car

Harmless Series

Don’t eat anything

Hero Tweets

Just a Bite

Single posts

Ellie-centric

Ellie realizes how dangerous Danny’s home is

Danny’s Rescues from the Infinite Realms

Green Lanturn & crew stuck in IR

Dead on Main

Jason courting Danny with a casserole

Overprotective Fenton parents shovel talk

Danny courts Jason by giving him wine cups made from the Joker’s kneecaps

Jason becomes a Ghost Summoner after giving Danny food***

Dream Lover***

Soulmate summoning ring gone wrong

Dead Tired

Coffeeshop accident

Dead Serious

Dead Silent

Danny kills the joker with his thighs

Danny on the run from the GIW

Superman startles Danny and gets a concussion***

Danny In Gotham

Sleepwalker Danny who escapes all traps

Unknowing Fae Danny works at coffee shop

Danny pretends to be a Vampire***

Feral McGee

Danny only gets a Vacation from work in Gotham

Danny seems like an Oracle of Delphi***

The GAV affected by Fear Toxin

Tucker streams while Danny does what Danny does in the background***

Danny is kidnapped(?) by Batman***

Danny gets hired for a money laundering front***

Portal is built in Gotham, not Amity

Naga Danny

Villain Danny

Danny’s obsession is twisted, forcing him to be a villain

Danny teaches heroes their mistakes by being the villain***

Adopted Danny (as in not Bio Fenton)

Danny is Hal Jordan’s son

Harley asks Batman to take away her son

Harvey Dent is Danny’s bio parent

Danny adopted by Bruce Wayne

Danny distribution system

Danny makes a sales pitch to join the Batfam

Reincarnated Danny

They wake up as Talons

Reincarnation

Clockwork reincarnated as Alfred

Misunderstanding’s that end in chaos

High Danny mistakes Batman for Jack

Mis-text-derstanding

Summoning Danny

Number is not in service

Danny: Please get that stalker (Ra’s) away from me

Demon Twin/Brothers

Damian is normal by Amity standards

Maybe(?) his lost twin

Nyssa steals Danny

Danny undercover in Amity

Jazz decided she wanted a brother

Tim Twins/Brothers

Danny and Tim are half-siblings

Danny sleep teleports to another dimension

Jason and Danny are brothers

Jason is a Baby ghost, adopts babier ghost Danny***

Ghost King Danny

Danny needs to take care of the Lazarus pits

Danny finds out there is a Ghost LOA

Miscellaneous

Danny possesses the president

Danny takes Jason’s online cooking class

Danny forgot what is regular human

Jack was a hitman named Phantom

Ghost Calls

Danny & Jason have the same scars

Superman was supposed to wait for the JLD

Water Core Tim

Fenton Driving curse still applies

Danny asks Wonder Woman to make him a grave on Themyscria***

Kryptonite is actually trapped souls

Danny and self-fulfilling prophecy

Danny pretends to be a demigod son of Hades

Danny gifts Red Robin a jar with Ra’s eyes

Vlad Cloning Danny was actually a much worse offense, breaks oldest ghost law

Amity got put back in the wrong place after the Pariah Dark fight.

Jason involuntarily taken to the ghost hospital

Phantom Letters

Danny learns Astral magic

Miscellaneous Angst

GIW succeeds in shooting the portal

DPxMarvel

Loki falls through to the IR and is adopted by Danny

Pure DP (not crossover)

Danny was Eldritch the whole time

Danny gets sprayed with a chemical where he hallucinates the person he hates

Demon!AU (with Art)

[erisawrites]

Who's This?

Pairing: Joker x f!reader

Content Warning: Toxic/Unhealthy relationships; Violent tendencies; Controlling behaviour; sorta wanted this to be yandere, but nothing indicates it so...

Disclaimer: In no way is this a glamorization of abuse/toxicity in relationships, but merely a writing experiment

Word count: 770

M A S T E R L I S T

“Baby.”

Endearments were supposed to be whispered with gentleness and affection, the sweetness of the voice highlighting the love for another.

His voice held nothing, but highlighted everything about her.

“Hajun…”,she was the only one who was allowed to converse on a first name basis, everyone else, including his brothers, were to refer to something else. Unless they wanted to be referred to a hospital.

Almost every time her lips uttered his name did a sea of praises and appreciations follow suite, always being the star-struck, imaginative lover she so desperately desired to be. A dream, a wish, an intense need to love and to be loved.

Why did she anticipate shooting stars in hopes for such a nightmare?

Nothing was out of ordinary for the common eye, but for the woman to be dressed in breezy, short clothes during the blazing heat, alongside loitering near the door was anything but ordinary for the man.

After the surge of fear began receding, Adrenalin kicked in her muscle instincts, an rolling off an excuse immediately, “We ran out of milk, I was just go‐”

“Who's this?”

Her brows furrowed, first in confusion of his diverted interests, second over what this interest was? Never was there a scenario where she suggested going alone without plentiful interrogations, let alone being even allowed to in the first place.

“Sorry?”,she twisted her lips, unsure what his words or his muted facial expression meant. Nothing could be gauged from Joker, ever. No matter how hard or for how long you gaze at him. His countenance betrayed nothing of the inner working of his mind, not a shred of the cunning web that successfully tapers her in its binds.

“Was there something you wanted to…”

As her voice trailed off, her fears tripped in, intensifying with every second Joker lifted a phone. An old, beaten up model which couldn't survive five seconds without a charger, now blaring for its life as it unveiled its contents guilty. Her contents.

Her messages. With-

“Y/N”

Just a single note higher was all it took to activate her flight-or-fight response, ultimately settling upon the freeze option as she cowardly stood still, avoiding his gaze in foolish hopes of avoiding his temper.

“That's mine….”,she gulped, suddenly noticing how frayed the carpets wool had become, the number of glasses being reduced to a few, the strange placements of portraits and paintings along the wall. Almost as if they were hiding something, “I was just talking to someone.”

“To whom.”,his answer spat out like venom, sharp and searing from all the suspicion, mistrust and fury. There was no love in voice. And she doubts if there ever was any.

“It's just a friend.”,she sighed, voice trembling from the exhaustion of tip toeing on eggshells. She cleared her mind from all paranoia lest she were to collapse from the terror clamping down the atmosphere.

Instead that same terror filled her eyes. And every fiber within her.

One second ago, she was skimming the messages scattered on the screen. Next second later, an ear splitting crash jolted her sideways as the phone crashed against the doorknob, its screen instantly fading to black. A smattered mobile and crooked handle dropped onto the frayed carpet. For the fourth time this year.

“Ha-Hajun.”,she murmured, too apprehensive to even breathe. She has seen many things break, many objects splinter, a by product of her clumsiness, no doubt.

Yet, witnessing just a small, no, a minute fraction of his ire pelted onto something personal to the woman rooted her feet onto the spot, despite every nerve in her body begging her to run away. But no, she was too scared to even do that. Too scared to breathe, too scared to chat, too scared to pick groceries, too scared to do anything.

Though her anxiety deafened her ears to her surroundings, they conveniently picked up his shuffling footsteps, accompanied by his growing, grotesque shadow. He was a man of great height undoubtedly, but his darkness surpassed even greater heights.

The jingle of keys was her first grounding back to reality,“I already bought milk this morning.” The man pocketed them in his joggers, its tinker muffled, but loud enough to remind her of the one ticket to freedom she lost.

Her head dropped to the floor, perhaps the burden of curating herself to his needs was straining her muscles. Her gaze lingered over the splintered mess decorating the drab carpets, trying to remember who exactly she was messaging.

Yet comically enough, when her eyes landed upon her reflection on the cracked glass, she didn't even remember who she was.

[ryoalouette]

Low-key wonder that if Murder and/or Torture falls under some sort of tax law, would Joker not kill anyone out of fear of IRS?

[cyb-by-lang]

why not Isobu Runaround Seal? it's a pun, and as an added bonus, Kei can think it's literal tax evasion when the IRS is after someone. Also wasn't the Joker afraid of the IRS at one point?

Not a bad idea!

Longer bit re: Al Capone's downfall, the Joker and the fear of the IRS below the cut.

There's a whole Thing(tm) about the Joker being afraid of the IRS in at least one series. Reason being that when when you get charged with tax evasion, you can get Al Capone'd (sent to Alcatraz on an 11-year sentence) if the government can't figure out how to make other charges stick.

TVTropes version for digestibility:

Al Capone. His days as a Chicago crime boss ended with an 11-year prison sentence for tax evasion, the longest sentence ever given for the crime. Somewhat hilariously, the government couldn't make the case that Capone was a crime kingpin, but they could point to his lifestyle and spending habits and say he was earning money he hadn't paid taxes on. It was pointed out at the time that the government was consciously ignoring how Capone had earned the money (which they couldn't prove) and instead focusing on the fact that he had the money and owed taxes on it. It's also necessary to consider that when charged with other sorts of crimes, Capone usually got a "not guilty" verdict from the jury by having his men bribe or intimidate them. To make sure he couldn't weasel his way out of the tax evasion charges, the jury pool for his case was swapped at the last minute, and the trial was started before the jurors could be coerced.

The Joker has been skating by using a comic book's version of the criminal justice system to land himself in Arkham for years. He's sort of impossible to contain or permanently get rid of due to authorial fiat, so honestly I don't know what he's so afraid of...

Go and look up the Batman: The Animated Series episode titled "Joker's Millions" for the most iconic example.

[anti-the-glitch-bitch]

Word spreads around that the King of the dead is collecting his dues from those that thought they could cheat death. Villains and heroes are in a panic because let's face it. It's so easy nowadays to be resurrected.

Anyone associated with the magic/death magic/knowledge of the dead are being consulted on what to do and how you get out of this mess. Not everyone is rich and some are just barely scrapping by.

Cue to Joker who has an intense fear of the IRS. He may be a cold blooded psychopath but even he knows better to cross the IRS. The only time he's honest is when he's making sure to pay his taxes on time.

Word reaches his ears about the death taxes and how the King of the dead is coming after people and how there's an honest to god IRS setup for the dead. It sends him into a blind panic. He immediately starts planning this big heist to collect enough money to pay off his debut because if he can't go against the normal IRS then how the hell is he going to fight the dead kind?

Word spreads throughout the community that THE Joker payed off his entire debt early and that sends everyone into a panic because that crazy fuck is doing it with no complaints then everyone is screwed and better get with the picture.

DCxDP - Death and Taxes

Broke college student but also the Ghost King Danny looking at the stack of complaint forms in his inbox about people cheating death. In a stroke of sleep deprived inspiration, he issues a royal decree that anyone who has properly died before (I.e biologically dead, not just clinically dead) is still a citizen of the Infinite Realms, even if they were resurrected. And have to pay income tax to the Crown.

He establishes the Infinite Realms Revenue Service, recruits the ghosts of some meticulous accountants and sends them after all the assholes who think they can escape Death and Taxes. Starting with the worst offenders (ie those who have escaped death the longest/most often). Your tax bracket scales with how many times you died.

Just picture Ra's al-Ghul, in the middle of giving some speech to his assassin cult when this Phil Coulson looking ghost dude shows up behind him to "discuss the back taxes he owes to the Crown".

Every magic user worth their salt is suddenly swamped with messages from panicked villains and heroes who are trying to figure out wtf is going on and how to get out of this. Constantine is sweating bullets.

Danny hires Valerie to do mortal side "casework", because a, she's just as saddled with student debt as he is b, has worked fast food and knows how to handle asshole customers c, doesn't take shit from anybody.

Imagine Vandal Savage, Felix Faust and Red Hood awkwardly sitting in a waiting room with a stack of documents each, ready for their number to be called so they can dispute their claims. Being called in and utterly flummoxed at the unflappable, bored young woman at the desk who somehow has files on everything about you - birth record, death record(s), who you killed and when records... now declare your income as a crime lord/dictator/sorcerer, sir.

Meanwhile Danny is planning on how he can allocate the taxes to open a soup kitchen for Lunch Lady to work at and similar shit. He is determined to be a good king, dammit!

[alan-in-the-outernet]

The IRS does not like this, The IRS wants Mo. (fear the IRS, even The Joker fears them, above death. They are terrifying o-o)

All they wanted to do was math D:

[lovethesagefan]

CALLING!!!

Usually when a person say they have a "calling" or they received "the call", they are probably talking about the ministry. Sometimes, I wonder if I had received that call. If so, it probably was a wrong number. LOL! Nevertheless, I once received the calling to teach. I started out at Georgia State University as a business major. This is despite spending many an hour marking up my Mama's wall with stolen chalk from my teachers at Park Street Elementary. What interrupted my call was my father. He didn't think I should be a teacher. My mother was a teacher. He had two sisters who became teachers. Why he didn't think I should be a teacher, I can't say. So being dutiful (he was paying), I chose business, though I didn't know what I could do with a degree in business.

Math isn't my strong suite. In fact it's the Joker in my deck. I had Ms. Kohler in my Senior year. She was a good teacher, but the type who had a reputation to be feared. When she got mad, she would use the term, "Tinker's Dam". Now we gasped at the term thinking profanity, but it's a plumber's thing. Go figure. So any field requiring math would not be for me. Accounting 101 took a couple of tries and then Accounting 201 made me realized I might need to hang up the "call."

Without telling anyone, I changed my major to History. I told myself, if I was going to flunk out of GSU, do it doing something I loved. I was like Br'er Rabbit landing in the briar patch after being freed from the tar baby by Br'er Fox. I had finally answered my call.

When you are called to do something, it is easier to fulfill the mission. Yes, the pay isn't great. I wish I could hit a ball, but I didn't get that call. You are blame for everything that is wrong with society, yet not given the credit for improving society.

For 28 years, I was on that teacher telephone call. Well, the last couple of years I muted the conversation. I was burnt out and basically had enough. Fast forward five years later. The phone to which I thought was disconnected...rang. You hardly hear a story of a retired teacher returning to BACK to the field of battle. Even yet as a substitute teacher. That is the definition of someone who enjoys being inflicted with pain. Then on top of that...MIDDLE SCHOOL!!

I thought I must be crazy. I mulled over the decision over and over. The call got louder and louder. Teaching is the only thing I can do with any alacrity. I did work for the IRS before teaching and probably could still do something with the government, however, I took the teaching call first.

So for the second time in my life I find myself in a classroom. Not the main teacher, but a teacher still. I sometimes forget I am a sub...or supposed to be. As noted, I am being accepted as being cool. Today in Social Studies, after running an errand, Dr. W had the class sing the "Bell Ringer" song. You know music makes me move. So I swayed, moved, and started waving my hands in the air just like I didn't care. Cause I didn't! But the kids loved it.

I do not know how long this conversation will last. I do not know how much this call will cost me. I have a lot to learn. Education can change and yet be unchanged. I have students who call me "Friend" when they see me. I taught Smiley how to do the Vulcan greeting. I am sure he was sad when I wasn't in his class today. I wants to be in ALL of my class now. Getting the call this late in life I hope turns out to be the right move and not a crank call. I took the call and I there every day to answer.

[zariahthewitch]

The only thing keeping Gotham's villians safe from Alfred is Batman being alive at the end of every night.

Also The Joker only fears two things....

1) the IRS

2) Alfred with a shotgun and a dead Batman

Booster Gold #12

[ladynighthaunter]

Even chaos itself fears taxes. They are crazy enough to go against the entire galaxy. But the IRS? No thank you.

Nice Joker quote.

But yes, taxs are a thing that can ruin anyone's day... Just look at the Astral Claws, fucked them over hard.

[kittycatcarla]

do you remember the good old days when even the billionare villains like the joker feared the might of the IRS?

[l-egionaire]

Any REAL Batman fan knows that the Jokers greatest fear is the IRS.

[anylucyduck]

Never forget that Joker fears one thing: The IRS.