#ailesswhumptoberdayeighteen

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category: Gen

fandom: Batfamily x One Piece

characters and relationships: Damian Wayne al Ghul x Roronoa Zakiko (OC) - romantic

warnings: mind control, restraints, electrocution, swearing, accidentally hurting a loved one, the Joker

Summary:

@ailesswhumptober Day 18: Mind control, possession, “Everybody will end up despising you.”

Day 20 Alt 6: shock collar

Day 30 Alt 8: kidnapping

Zakiko and Damian are captured by the Joker, and he seems to be intent on bending them to his wishes.

notes: a bit of my Damiko collab fic with the lovely @ablatheringblatherskite, to whom Zakiko belongs. Zaki’s POV - Aster | Damian’s POV - Me

SORRY IF DAMIAN IS OOC I HAVEN’T WRITTEN HIM MUCH BEFORE

Damian groaned and blinked open his eyes. His head was pounding, though from a knockout blow or knockout gas he couldn’t quite remember. The very fact he couldn’t was worrisome. 

There was another groan to his side. Zakiko clenched her jaw in pain. Her head felt like it was ramming against the inside of her skull and she didn’t like it. What the hell…?

“Well, good morning, little ones. Have I got an exciting day planned for you,” a dreadfully familiar voice cackled, and Damian twisted in his restraints to see the Joker’s malicious grin directed towards him and Zakiko. 

Zakiko opened her eyes to see the clown leering at them, and she blinked several more times in slight confusion and annoyance. “A clown? Really?”

“Don’t underestimate him,” Damian told her under his breath, glaring at the villain. “He’s wreaked havoc on my family before.”

“Hmmph, is that so?” Zakiko narrowed her eyes at the clown, her wrists jerking against the restraints. She looked down at herself to see that she and Damian were trapped in strange chairs, their wrists restrained by metal clamps on the armrests. She jerked against them again, swearing as the metal dug into her skin. 

Damian narrowed his eyes at the Joker. “Just tell us what you intend and get it over with, clown.”

“Yeah,” Zakiko spat. She writhed a bit more against the clamps, straining against them and ignoring the way it dug into her wrists. “Or how about you let go of us instead?” 

She wasn’t going to waste time on this clown and immediately tried to use her Marionette-ism on him, willing his body to transform like countless people have before at the hands of her abilities. But nothing happened. Her eyes widened in confusion and horror and she tried again, but when nothing happened, she spun her head around to look at Damian in panic. “Damian—my powers. They aren’t working.”

“What?!” he hissed. “What do you mean, they aren’t working?? You’re not the kind to get some kind of maintenance error.”

“I know!” she hissed back, trying to activate her abilities again. But none of them were working. “And these aren’t made of Sea Stone…” She turned to glare at the Joker with wide, angry eyes. “What did you do!?”

He laughed at her, walking in a figure eight around his two captives. “No powers in Gotham! It wouldn’t be fair to those of us without, now, would it?” He waggled a finger at her reprimandingly.

She growled and tried to bite his finger, but he pulled it away and booped her on the nose before dancing out of reach.

“I come bearing gifts!” He reached into a box and took out two black collars, fastening one around Damian’s neck despite his struggles, then going over to Zakiko. “Now, now, no more of that, kiddo. Uncle Joker just wants to give you nice stuff!” 

“No, don’t you dare touch me! Leave him alone! You little—” The collar clicked around her neck, and he patted her on the head. 

“There we go. You two look so pretty in your matching trinkets. It must be twu wuv.” He cackled again, unlocking their restraints. 

The first thing Damian did was lunge for the neck. 

His fingers were almost brushing Joker’s skin when pain erupted across his body and he dropped to the ground, screaming. 

“Hey!” Zakiko tried to lunge at him as well, aiming a kick to the chest, only for her to collapse to the ground screaming and spasming as well.

Damian clawed his way towards her as the lightning faded, breathing hard. “Stay… away… from my girlfriend.”

The Joker gasped comically. “How chivalrous. But chivalry is dead. And if you don’t sit back down like good little blades, you know what else will be.” He danced around, waving the collars’ remote at them. 

Zakiko’s screams stopped as her spasming ceased. Her muscles, her skin, her bones—everything hurt. She looked towards Damian, scanning his body worriedly. “Are—are you okay?” 

“I’m… fine. He won’t be.” Damian glared up at the Joker, pushing himself to stand and return to his chair. 

Staggering to her feet, Zakiko glared at the Joker murderously. “What do you want with us, shithead?”

“Simply put, I want you two to break.” His eyes glinted sinisterly. “I’ve had my fun with two other Robins. This one will be a fun challenge.”

Damian scoffed. “Unlikely. My brothers’ training, while adequate, is nowhere close to mine.”

“And I’m not so easily broken either.” She smirked at him as she sat back down too, crossing her arms. “I’m a Roronoa. It’s gonna take a bit more than a few little zaps to make me crack.” Damian matched her smirk. Joker was going to get much more than he bargained for with Zakiko. 

“So maybe it'll be in your best interest to free us both before we both kill you horribly,” she finished with a grin.

“And slowly,” Damian added. “Very, very slowly.” The clown had brought enough dishonour to his family, and punishment was long overdue. 

The Joker smiled indulgently. “How sweet. Look at you two. United in murder. Awwww.”

Zakiko simply lifted her hand and made a very rude gesture. Damian had to resist the urge to let his own smile show on his face.

The Joker paced towards Zakiko, twirling the remote in his palm. “Don’t you wanna know what those pretty collars are for? Aside from decoration and those little zaps.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I’m guessing not fashion?”

“Clever girl. You see, I’m going to make you two my cute little puppets.” He grinned. “You simply won’t be able to escape each other, and both of you have such wonderful maiming ability!”

“Puppets?” Zakiko glanced at Damian, as if asking for help translating what he means. He shrugged back, but couldn’t help a cold feeling of dread at the words. Whatever Joker meant, it couldn’t be just dangling them from strings and waving them around.

She glanced at Joker again, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, bud. The whole puppet schtick is already my thing, so…” She shrugged exaggeratedly with a mockingly apologetic expression.

His sinister smile deepened. “After today, it will be in more ways than one.” 

“Good luck with that.” Damian gave him a withering look. Puppeteering, turned against Zakiko? Unlikely.

She just crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. “What he said.”

“Why don’t we test that out?” Joker held up the remote. “Birdie, slap your girlfriend.”

Damian scowled, ready with a scathing retort, then everything went white. The next thing he knew, he was standing in front of Zakiko, a red mark visible on her cheek. 

What the fuck did I just do? He recoiled, a sick feeling roiling in his stomach. 

She was clutching her cheek, head turned to the side and eyes wide with confusion. “What the hell??” she cried, looking at him in alarm. 

“I- That wasn’t me. That wasn’t me!” But his hand was only just coming to rest, and he stumbled away from her. No. He isn’t like that anymore. He wouldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t. He didn’t. He did. 

The guilt and panic in his eyes was clear, and Zakiko felt her anger grow. She rounded on the Joker, eyes dark. “What did you do to him!?” Damian would never hurt her. He’d never lay a hand on her like that. Right?? No, of course he wouldn’t, the clown was trying to get into their heads. 

The Joker grinned wickedly. “I’m just showing him what he can do, sweetie. Didn’t birdie find that fun at all?” Damian swallowed and shook his head frantically. Zakiko clenched her fists.

“Leave him alone.”

“Hmmm.” He made a show of thinking about it. “No. Birdie, choke her.” 

Then Damian was on his feet, pinning her to the wall, one hand wrapped around her throat. 

Zakiko’s eyes widened in horror and panic, and she gasped for air that wasn’t there. She scrabbled at his hand desperately. “AGH—!”

Her feet kicked uselessly against him. He was stronger than her. She couldn’t deny that. They’d sparred enough, and more often than not she’d end up with her face flat against the mat. And without her powers, he had the clear upper hand. She clawed at his hands desperately, choking and gasping, and her eyes beginning to water. “DAMI—!” But he wouldn’t relent, his grip like iron around her neck. 

“Okay, that’s enough for now.” At the command, he let go of her. 

Damian blinked and Zakiko was bent over, gasping for breath. “Zi?” His voice had an uncharacteristic waver to it, and he backed away, his hands starting to shake too.

Her vision was slightly blurry as she clutched her neck, coughing and wheezing. She looked up at him wordlessly, trying to catch her breath as she blinked away the tears that had formed. She had never seen him so… afraid before, and it scared her.

Nononono- His back hit the opposite wall, and he stared at her. Joker can make me do anything. He can- He can make me kill her. The realisation felt like bile rising in the back of his throat. 

Zakiko quickly hurried after him, reaching for his hands. “No, Dami. It's not you. He's—he’s controlling you somehow! Don't let him get in your head!”

He pulled away quickly — too quickly. “Stop. Just- stay away. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

She stopped, eyes wide. No, no. She glared murderously at the Joker. “I’m gonna kill you.”

Then she grabbed Damian's hands forcefully, looking at him almost angrily. “Don't you dare pull away.” 

“Zi-” He stiffened. But she wouldn’t let go, and he found himself pulling her closer. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

She tightened her grip, almost glaring at him. “Damn it, Dami. Apology not accepted, you idiot.” 

“But-” He looked up at her with watery eyes.

“No,” she growled. “You're mine, okay? Whether you like it or not, you little shit.” She smirks a bit, though her voice wavers just slightly. “If you're gonna be anyone's puppet, you're gonna be mine. Not his.”

Hers. He liked that idea. Damian took a shaky breath. “It is… acceptable. But- how do you explain what I just did?”

“What else?” she turned to glare at the Joker as she said this, hands tightening around Damian’s protectively. 

“Yes, yes. I must take full credit for that wonderful display. Why not do it again?” Joker grinned. 

“Wait, no-” But it was too late. Everything went black again.