#jack oswald white

[chipkoy]

here’s my take on a redesign of joker💚

check out my other redesigns -> harley♦️, deadshot❤️

[nefarious-616-necromancer]

[fifiophobia]

Kind of want a story where Joker gets called out for his guilt over killing Jason Todd, and how he’d try to deny it since he usually plays the “I’m evil I don’t regret child murder muhahahahah” card

[3-vi-3]

if she is your Joker, i am worth being your Robin, your Harley Quinn, Catwoman and Poison Ivy all in one

oh and Rachel. don't forget Rachel

and why not Joker, too? i make a better one that blows hers out the water

lmfao. need i go on

[ukiyaseed]

From Flashpoint Beyond #5, written by Geoff Johns, Tim Sheridan, and Jeremy Adams. Art illustrated by Xermanico.

Giving Joker a real name doesn't do anything to the character aside that you can joke that he's Mr. White and he didn't broke bad in the Flashpoint timeline and reinforced Johns' Three Jokers idea.

[kimwexlers-brownhair]

My McWexler and JackJeannie comparison is so valid, because if Kim leaving is enough for Jimmy to fully immerse himself in the role of Saul, her dying like Jeannie would definitely be all he needs to turn into the Joker.

[fifiophobia]

Anyone else think it could be funny if Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman all got so annoyed with their arch enemy they just yell out their full names like:

🦸🏻‍♂️: ALEXANDER JOESPH LUTHOR!

👸🏻:BARBARA ANN MINEVRA!

🦇: JACK OSWALD WHITE!

👨🏻‍🦲🐆🃏: crap…

[fifiophobia]

You think the Injustice League have sleepovers Bert/Ernie style?

[cam3ron77]

Time is Ticking

Batman x Joker - crime au?

Bruce and Jack work closely together on a case before something turns to the worst

an- i wrote this fic for an english class so its short, mind you this is my first fanfic so do excuse errors or what ever (its in australian english)

and to answer @sillydebby 's question, yes the kid asked to read my story after the teacher mentioned my idea to the class and then proceeded to ask me to read theirs (they wrote startrek fanfiction so i guess we both had the same idea)

Work.

All I do is work.

I work all day every day. It keeps me busy. I wouldn’t call myself a workaholic, I don’t work that much but the office would say otherwise. My names Bruce, Bruce Wayne. I work in the police force as a detective, mesmerised with how criminal minds work as they do their thing. My friend, Jack Oswald White, works in forensics, we’re a team. Best friends as you may. We have been friends since the beginning, both being in the orphanage as my parents were killed in front of my eyes in an alleyway. His? I don’t really know his story, I don’t pay attention, just that he has a creepy smile with two dimples and short, wild brunette hair. His damn hair.

We are working on the scene, that being me, Jack, and a recruit called Richard. A reported missing shipping vessel was seen coming in on the docks somewhere near Gotham. We have been hot on this case with a new villain, whom he calls himself. “The Joker” is what we hear on the streets, dark purples and blues, green trimming. He acts like a jester, having a creepy smile and a wicked laugh.

Walking around the docks where the vessel was last seen. Jack is acting skittish, sticking to my side, making me feel nervous suddenly. Richard is ahead of us with a flashlight as I pull my black trench coat closer to my body. The cool ocean breeze nips at our faces in the night. Glancing back at Jack he looks paler than ever.

“You okay Jack?” I somewhat whisper, weary of our surroundings. All the boats swaying with the sea’s current. “You look pale-“ my voice trails on as I look up at a large shipping vessel.

“Is this?” Jack glances at me then back to the vessel. Richard is already trying to find a rope or something to help him up.

“It’s the missing vessel… what is it doing back here of all places?” Just as I finish my sentence, I hear tires screeching and people yelling behind us. I can’t turn around as I’m quickly pushed to the ground. The last thing ringing in my ear being Jack’s voice. “I’m sorry to do this, Bruce.” His smile etched its way to my view before my vision blacked out.

The room is quiet as I slowly regain consciousness, faint yelling in the background with a tinny voice coming over what seems to be a loudspeaker. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Bruce himself with what seems to be… a young boy. Richard, I suppose.” I’m looking around the room I’m in, a control room with a large pole secured to the ceiling and floor. Everything feels surreal.

“Don’t try looking for an escape Bruce, there is no way out.” The speakers ring in my ears. I can’t see much but a beep catches my attention to the centre of the room. Trying to get up but my arms are chained to the pole. “Times ticking Bruce, who’s it going to be? save yourself and blow up the vessel? or risk your life to save the city?” his voice cuts out, water rushing in around us slowly, the bomb ticking.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Richard has only just woken up on the other side of the wall, immediately panicking as he’s pulling on the chains.

“Stop pulling Richard!” I shout at him, causing the room to flood with more water. He doesn’t acknowledge me, pulling again as he reaches behind his back reaching for what seems to be a small pocketknife in his pocket. Unlocking himself from the chains

“I’m sorry Bruce but someone needs to save the city, and we all know that I’m a better head detective than you ever were.” He seethes with anger, more at himself for what he’s going to do. Chucking the knife towards me, the water catching it causing me to flinch from the small splash.

“Don’t you dare leave this room Richard!” My voice cuts out from strain. It’s not like he heard me anyways as he climbs out the hatch leaving me alone with a ticking bomb in a room filling with water.

Time seems to slow, everything echoing in my ears. It must be the adrenaline rushing through me, I need to get that knife, but the water is rushing too fast. 2 more minutes and it’s over…

My hands seem to be moving on their own, the chains loosening just enough to get out.

Tick tock, tick tock.

The bomb ticking to 1 minute. I feel dizzy running and climbing out of the vessel, jumping into the water before it explodes. A loud voice coming over the loudspeakers, sounding like someone I know.

“Well done, Bruce.” His cackle sounding a lot like Jack’s when it hits me. It’s been him all along. That stupid smile with his purple wardrobe, being a forensic scientist hiding all the clues. But why? Why-

The vessel blows up before I can even finish my thought leaving me in awe as it lights up the night sky.

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i feel like i could make this into a small series maybe? i dont know if i could be bothered but let me know if you guys like it!!!

[fifiophobia]

I’m crying look how cute these are!

Aaaahhhh 💵 🐆 🃏

I’m not sure, but I think these were made by Joe Menna

[thatoneartistinthecorner]

Batman doodle dump cuz I forgot to post them 💀

[nefarious-616-necromancer]