#joker x reader (frosts daughter)

[j0kers-light]

You know what🧐 I wouldn’t mind a “A Day in the Life of Frost/POV I ain’t gonna lie he has been growing on me😭 he really be there for reader and joker like he’s giving mad father figure vibes😭 plus I want to see him and his daughter’s interaction some more

Joker's Loyal Three: A Frosty Outlook

A Frosty Outlook- Oneshot

In this house we stan Frost. I was inspired to write this by this post lol. I hope you enjoy!

Side note: I suck at writing first person so its not a true POV but its still good. I had too much fun with this one but when don't I have fun?

There is a slight irregularity with this fic being canon with His Lighthouse. In the series chapter Fear Is the Only Way, Joker told Frost “I didn’t know you had a family...” to which Frost fired back saying “I didn’t know you had a girl.”

This is pure sarcasm, people. Joker knows that Frost has a daughter and Frost obviously knows that Joker has a (future) girlfriend. But denial is a river in Egypt. Once again, I hope you enjoy I made myself cross eyed trying to edit this in the dark lol.

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There was no such thing as a day off when you work for a literal madman.

Frost knew that better than anyone as the right hand man to The Joker. Work never stopped. There was always someone to kill, money to collect, a city to burn, on top of personal errands and/or favors to run on Joker's behalf. There was always something to do.

There was hardly any time for a personal life which was why majority of the people under Joker's employ did not have families or loved ones. It interfered with work, made a person distracted, and Joker did not like distractions. However, Frost was an exception.

Frost and Joker went wayyy back and he was the closest thing to a friend that J had. Frost was the first henchman that Joker hired and a decade later, he was still the man to call on in any situation.

Trust and unwavering loyalty were forged from their mysterious bond and so rules that would normally apply to Joker's employees became more lax when it pertained to Frost.

He received a higher pay, had actual benefits and health care, and most importantly.. Frost was allowed days off. Not in the traditional sense– he never turned off his phone, but he was given time away from the gang to spend time with his family.

Joker would always be a priority in Frost's life but his little girl came first.

In the beginning she was a mistake. Frost was prepared to walk out on his lover at the time until she slapped a sonogram on the table.

The second Frost's eyes laid on his baby girl; he was a changed man. He thought about quitting Joker's gang but no one ever quits and remains alive, so he confronted Joker about his current dilemma.

"Who's baby? Eck, get rid of it." Joker cringed and kept walking into his office but stopped when Frost spoke up.

"She's mine, Joker. She's... I never asked you for anything so hear me out. I ain't giving her up and I'm not leaving your employ so.." The office was quiet as Frost's words tapered off.

Joker nodded and sat down at his desk. He knew Frost long enough to know the man's mind was made up. No ounce of torture was going to sway him and bribery didn't work on the guy.

Joker decided to compromise to keep his best employee.

"Fine. Keep it, buttttttttt on one con-dit-ion." J picked up the sonogram and tried his hardest to identify it as a human being. To him it looked like a grey blob but this blob meant so much to his fellow comrade.

"I get to name her." Joker said.

Frost quickly protested but after one look into Joker's demented eyes, he knew he had no say in the matter.

"It'll be my uhh, bargaining chip just in case ya ever try to walk away. Don't you think that's fair Frost-y? I name the kid and she and her.... uh mother don't wind up in a ditch. Deeeeal?"

Frost was making a deal with the devil but he couldn't lose his unborn girl. He'd explain this to his baby mama later, right now he leaned forward and shook hands with his boss.

He just hoped Joker didn't pick some outlandish name.

"Don't forget your lunch, Gen."

Frost held up the overly decorated lunch bag outside the car window for his daughter to grab. She smiled in thanks and leaned forward to peck Frost on the forehead.

"Thanks Dad!"

He watched her disappear into the school with a rare smile on his lips. It quickly faded away when his phone rang. He had the ringtone memorized and answered it with a heavy sigh.

"Come. Get. Her before I.. I... shuT UP, Y/n!"

Frost heard you in the background shouting at his boss but he couldn't pick up anything you were saying. Regardless, you sounded upset.

The two of you were having another lover's spat and if Frost didn't come and break it up, Joker might do something he'd regret for the rest of his life.

Frost cranked up his truck and held the phone to his ear, "Don't commit any acts of murder, I'm on the way."

Times like this Frost truly believed he had three children instead of one. And just like that his rare day off was gone.

He arrived in the private apartment garage exactly twenty four minutes after he received Joker's call. Frost wasn't allowed up to your floor– no one was anymore– but this was an emergency. Frost would deal with getting yelled at later if it resulted in saving your life.

Hopefully you were still alive to save. Joker might be in denial but he loved you unconditionally. If he hurt you during one of his mood swings— Frost shuddered at the thought.

Frost nodded at his fellow henchman in passing as he called for the elevator to come pick him up. Joker took your safety very seriously and assigned a few of his most loyal men to work at your residence undercover as a first line of defense.

It would take a calculated and deliberate attack for someone to reach your private floor without Joker knowing about it.

Frost was walking off the elevator on your designated floor when the front door flew open.

You emerged dressed to the nines with a purse flung over your shoulder. Joker was hot on your heels until you spun around and told him off.

"Screw you and the plane you flew in on! Call me after you get some act right and not a minute before!!"

Frost interpreted his boss's glare as you boarded the elevator. Joker might be upset with you right now but the warning was clear.

Guard her with your life or I'll kill you.

Frost didn't need to be told to do his job. You gave Joker a purpose in life other than destroying the world. Frost respected you greatly and held you in high regard for that.

Frost would protect Joker's Light to his dying breath. You didn't need to know that though. Frost did have a reputation to uphold.

There was an awkward silence as the elevator door slowly enclosed you inside the lift with Frost. He covertly glanced down at you and met a head full of curls.

Today your voluminous hair was untamed and wild about your shoulders. The only thing styled was your baby hairs swept back in a carefree, but deliberate fashion with gel. A fitting style for your fiery mood. Your overall sense of fashion always fascinated him.

"Wanna talk about it?" Frost asked somewhere around the tenth and ninth floor down.

You sighed while shaking your head. "I'm sorry that he called you. I know today's your day off." You laughed at Frost's curious frown.

"I figured since it's his day off as well. You know I tried to get him to go out and do something legal with me but he just snapped saying, 'he's not normal so why bother? He doesn't do normal. I guess he's having one of those days today."

Both of you knew Joker's mood was unpredictable and his bad days were atrocious to deal with. Half the time you left the clown to his own devices until he was calm enough to tolerate, but today just your presence in the apartment set him off.

Joker needed alone time and you were okay with that. However you wouldn't let him talk to you any kind of way.

The floor numbers ticked lower and lower as you and Frost stood in silence. You glanced up at him lost in thought.

On the outside he was a terrifying guy. Tall, bulky frame with a permanent scowl on his face. His dark eyes and the deep scar that split his eyebrow made him appear unapproachable but you knew Frost had a heart of gold. He cared about Joker and subsequently you when he didn't have to. Frost lived up to his nickname but there was more to the guy. The writer in you could tell.

"Enough about him. I don't wanna ruin the day. Hey? What do you normally get into on your day's off?" You playfully nudged Frost's arm. The man didn't move an inch.

He was quick to reply. "Nothing."

The doors dinged open and he didn't wait up for you, he just started walking towards his truck. You were left behind to marvel at the giant vehicle that Frost expected you to climb into.

You were a short thing; even wearing heels, how did he expect you to...?

"Grab onto the sidebars and hop in. Geez.. if my daughter can do it, you can too." Frost grumbled from the driver's side.

You did as you were told with great difficulty and managed to buckle into your seatbelt. Then you ran back what Frost said.

"Daughter? Oh yeah! I remember you saying I'm stubborn just like her long ago. How is she?"

It was quiet in the cabin. You looked over at Frost finding that he was already staring at you. "What?"

His frown was deeper than normal. "Why are you asking?"

Granted no one in the gang knew about his daughter except you and Joker, it was still a shock to hear someone genuinely ask about her well-being. Frost made triple sure that no one knew about his little family of one.

But you were different. An aura surrounded you— heck it was the reason why Joker named you his Light– that just oozed out of you. You truly cared about people and you weren't going to let this go.

You rolled your eyes as Frost cranked up his truck. "Uh because I want to know how she's doing? That's why I asked. You never did mention how old she is."

Frost gave you a side eye as he drove out of the garage and onto Gotham City streets. He honestly had no idea where to take you. Joker didn't say where to go, just to come get you.

Frost waited until he was at a red light to answer your question as vaguely as possible. "I know I didn't."

You hummed and glanced out the window. It didn't take a scientist to understand that Frost's daughter was not a topic he wished to discuss but you weren't about to spend the rest of the day in absolute silence with him.

Frost was a difficult man to read. He was a man of few words and lived up to his descriptive name. You'd rather take a chance of Joker strangling you to death back at the penthouse than be stuck with his six foot something iceberg all day.

"Can I at least go shopping?" You ignored the low irritated sigh you heard from the driver. "If I had a female companion we could shop together and not bother my annoyed bodyguard on his day off."

The light turned green and you felt the truck shift gears as it moved. "No."

"Oh come on! She's fully aware of what you do so it's perfectly fine if she and I meet! Is she young? Still in school? Ooh, maybe in college? What's her major? You can at least tell me her name. C'mon Frost, give me something to work with!"

You faced him with a pout but then realized he wasn't Joker and that wouldn't work. You had no leverage with Frost. He was just as mysterious as J like two peas in a pod.

So you applied the same logic! Joker hated when you became quiet and closed yourself off.

You crossed your arms and continued looking out the passenger window in silence. It took a couple of city blocks but before long, you could see Frost glancing your way every odd minute or so.

"What're you over there thinking? Hey."

You turned your head so he couldn't see your grin. He couldn't see anything with your natural curls in the way.

Frost growled to himself as he kept driving. It had been no more than fifteen minutes since he picked you up and he was already at his wits end. No wonder Joker couldn't say no to you. You had to possess some kind of powers of coercion. There was no other explanation as to why Frost wanted to keep you happy.

"D__n you woman.." Frost said under his breath. He hoped he wouldn't regret this.

The truck veered roughly to the side as he made an illegal u-turn. Your body collided roughly into the door and you were about to give Frost a mouthful if not for his grumpy frown and death grip on the steering wheel.

You did not want two men angry at you on the same day so you sat back and let Frost drive you to who knows where.

He pulled the truck into a parking spot at a public school forty five minutes later.

You glanced around and arched an eyebrow in intrigue. He turned the truck off and made a show of pocketing the keys. Like you could drive this beast of a truck if you wanted to. You had on vintage platform heels. There was no way you were scuffing them up.

Frost faced you to sound off his rules. "Stay here. Don't get out. Don't talk to anyone. I'll be back." He ordered.

He didn't wait for your response, he just got out and stormed across the school lawn towards the entrance. And just because he was cruel, he mashed the lock button on his key fob, locking you inside.

First period wasn't over when Frost walked through the school's main entrance. Not many students were in the halls— most likely in class, but a few facility members stared at him in passing. It was hard not to.

Frost was used to the stares. He didn't necessarily blend in with the whole school aesthetic. He wasn't a PTA member or a doting father dropping off forgotten lunches.

He was a tall, burly man who screamed of trouble. It would be common sense to be wary or to call the police. His stony aura created a bubble around him and everyone kept a wide berth as he navigated the halls towards the admin office.

There was a woman seated at the front desk but shockingly she wasn't afraid when Frost walked up with a permanent frown carved on his face.

She just looked up and greeted him warmly. "Ah Mr. Myers! Did she forget her lunch this morning? I can take it to her after first period."

Ms. Tammy was always nice and never judged Frost by his appearance but rather by the way he cared for his daughter. Frost was a better father than the white collar dads on the school's chair board. He was alright in her book even if he didn't appear 'father material.'

"No. I want to pull Gen out for the day. Family emergency or whatever." Frost grumbled.

The school only allowed an allotted amount of excuses per school year, but his girl was an A+ student and never missed class. Today would actually be her first offense.

Ms. Tammy nodded and grabbed a form for him to fill out. "I understand. They deserve their days off too. Just sign that dear and I'll go fetch her for you."

Frost nodded and clicked a pen to use. Most of the fields didn't apply to him but it couldn't be left empty. He made up some passable excuse and half hardly signed his fake name on the dotted line. It only took him a minute to complete.

He was forever grateful that his daughter carried her mother's maiden name.

It was the only favor his ex managed to extend before she left without a trace. Legally, Gen wasn't tied to Frost and he preferred it that way should something bad ever happen and his enemies try and find a weakness of his.

In the meantime, he glanced around the admin office to pass the time.

The school wide bulletin board caught his eye. Nothing of importance was posted on the overly bright eyesore, but he did acknowledge the annual Father-Daughter dance that was scheduled in two month's time. He wondered if his daughter would like to attend before she got too old for the age requirement.

Probably not since she didn't want her friends knowing about her criminal dad.

Each year prior she made up an excuse to not go. Studying for a test, being too tired, etc. but Frost knew the truth. She'd be bullied and harassed if it came out he was her father.

Frost wished he could go to school events and be more proactive in her academics. He never missed recitals or science fairs but he was forced to watch from the shadows and not be seen as the supportive father he was.

It was the only drawback of his profession. Frost wasn't allowed to be normal, not even around his own child. Either way, he ripped a flyer off the board and shoved it into his pocket to bring up later.

He was brought out of his musing by Ms. Tammy returning into the office with a student in tow.

Frost's cold facade cracked at the sight of his daughter. She was the only thing in this life that could get a reaction out of him.

"Omg dad what's wrong? Ms.T said there was an emergency!"

Ms. Tammy giggled and returned to her post behind the desk. She noticed the dismissal form and tucked it into an organizer bin for later.

"Have a good day you two!" She waved them goodbye and resumed her work.

Frost said nothing as he nodded at his daughter to walk out the office. She rolled her eyes at her father's lack of response. It wasn't uncommon, he always explained things in private.

He made sure no one was watching as the both of them walked out the school and out to the parking lot. Gen was heading towards the front seat when Frost finally spoke up. "Get in the back." He urged.

"What, why? I always ride shotgun. Ooh! Does this mean I can drive today then?" She grinned in delight.

"No."

Gen pouted but hauled herself up to open the backdoor. One of these days dad was gonna say yes.

She froze the moment she saw someone in the passenger seat and her gasp made you turn around in shock.  

You were jamming out to music playing from your phone when they came back. Your coloured eyes clashed with her brown ones. Frost watched the staring contest unfold with a sigh. This was exactly what he wanted to avoid. You were the first to break the rift.

"SHE IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL! ARE YOU SURE SHE'S YOURS?" You asked Frost.

He took offense to your question even if the resemblance was non-existent. It wasn't the first time someone questioned if his daughter was his and it wouldn't be the last.

"What the f__k is that supposed to mean?" He argued. You sucked your teeth and eyed the young girl again.

"Well..." You were going to state the obvious until the teenager in the backseat finally got over her shock and spoke up.

".... Dad. Who's this?"

Frost stared at the two females in his truck. It was best to get this over with. He sighed and turned to face the backseat a little better.

"Y/n, this is my daughter Genesis. Gen this is..." Frost stalled and the two of you looked at him, patiently waiting for an explanation.

You knew what Frost wanted to say and shot a nervous glance at his daughter. Genesis looked about seventeen yet wise beyond her years to know the truth. There was an uneasy gleam in her eye and you didn't want her thinking ill of you or her father. So you quickly came to Frost's defense.

He wasn't one to communicate delicate topics like this anyways. 

"I'm his Boss's partner. It's nice to meet you!" You smiled at Gen and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh bet. I thought you were f__king my dad. You are way too pretty for him." She turned to fasten her seatbelt and didn't notice her father's reaction. He was catching strays left and right today.

"Again. What the f__k is that supposed to mean?" He asked no one in particular.

"Nothing dad it's just.. I mean. Like you're an attractive guy..."

You noticed her struggling and added in your input. "8 of 10 would smash." You nodded. Frost looked at you in horror. Then you realized what you just confessed. "Oh God. Please don't tell him that."

"Do I look like I want to be murdered with a vegetable peeler?" The truck got awkward real quick as everyone imagined Joker killing someone with such a common kitchen tool. It was doable..

Genesis coughed. "Anyways.. I'm just glad there's nothing going on between the two of you but it doesn't explain why you pulled me from school today."

You raised your manicured hand. "Guilty! I wanted a shopping partner for the day!"

The truck was silent for a long stretch of time before Genesis turned to her dad with a serious expression. "Dad, is she like his bimbo or... what?"

Frost huffed and it was the closest thing to a laugh you ever heard from him. You were sitting next to a stranger right now. Frost never smiled. Ever. Much less laughed at something that was said.

You were seeing him with brand new eyes. It was refreshing to know his frosty exterior could melt to a normal human being underneath.

The comment was a bit funny since Frost thought the same thing about you the first time Joker invited him to your apartment.

Surrounded by luxury and on the top floor no less, Frost thought that you were just a run of the mill bimbo that Joker was taking advantage of. He'd seen you from your tv appearances. You were just a waft of a girl, always dressed up in pretty things– batting your long lashes and drawing silly hearts next to your signatures.

If Frost went by appearances only he would have labeled you a bimbo and kept it moving.

Frost was ready to kill you off the second Joker snapped his fingers but then you showed your true colors and captured everyone under your spell.

Whether he admitted it or not, Joker fell in love with you and Frost hadn't seen his old companion this happy in decades. You unlocked something good within Joker and as a result, you earned respect in Frost's book.

He'd do anything to keep you safe and happy so you could continue to shine a light on Joker.

You were a perfect match for the Clown Prince of Crime even if you acted like an airhead sometimes. It was a part of your character; however, you were educated behind your designer threads and jewels.

Frost had to give you some credit. 

"No. Y/n is actually a Gotham City's best selling author. She wrote that novel you like. The one with the archer I think." He cranked up the truck.

They wasted too much time chatting. It was time to go. Gen's jaw dropped and she leaned over the console to stare at you more closely. How could she be so dense not to notice you?!

"Wait? You're that Y/n?! Omg, WHB was such a page tuner! And like Hunter is so hawt! Like, chase me in the woods anytime papi, hot! Ugh and that cabin scene when he—" She glanced at her father distracted by driving before stage-whispering to you.  

"The smut was immaculate." She giggled into your ear.

You burst out laughing and had to cover your mouth when Frost sent you an annoyed glare.

He drowned out the sound of you two gossiping to focus on the road. He only interrupted the 'juicy' book discussion to ask what store you wanted to go to first.

He already knew your favorites from previous trips and from his time on security detail, yet you surprised him by picking one of Genesis' favorites.

Frost glanced through the rearview mirror at Gen. She was none the wiser given that she was too busy smiling and getting along with you. It was as if the two of you were lifelong friends catching up on old times.

Frost assumed you two would click since the age difference was less than ten years.

He just was happy that his girl had someone to talk to, at least for the day. Genesis didn't bring home any friends (for obvious reasons) nor did she talk about any. If she didn't excel in her academics, Frost would've been concerned. It was only natural for a father to be worried about their daughter's social growth. He didn't want his occupation to stunt Genesis' upbringing.

Frost was turning into a parking space in the mall's parking lot when he heard your probing question.

"Genesis, is there any special occasion coming up you wanna shop for?" Your kind smile was gentle and patient, knowing the teenager was hesitant to answer. You were her age before, you knew why.

"Well um..."

"Come on, 'Sis, don't be shy! It's just you and me and the grumpy chaperone pretending not to listen." You turned to glare at Frost. "Can you not?"

He narrowed his brown eyes and tried not to bare his teeth at you. He knew that tone. You wanted him out of the picture.

Like that was happening. He honestly didn't like having you out at such a public place. This was gonna make his job all the more harder trying to protect you and his little girl but it wouldn't be impossible.

He thought you would know the rules by now, "Boss's orders. You don't leave my sight."

"Frost, we will be fine. If I feel like I'm in danger, I'll scream. Go.. I dunno, check out some knives or whatever men do at malls." You snickered and Genesis joined in from the backseat.

She didn't understand why you needed security but that due to her being in the dark regarding Joker's gang. She knew her dad was a criminal, the worst of the worst, but he was still her father in her eyes. The level of danger you could be in went right over her head.

Knowing that her dad was technically on the clock right now was a hard concept to grasp. She glanced at him, noticing his guarded glare and sharp eyes already scanning the area as everyone got out the truck.

It was cool to see him in his element of sorts.

Although she felt wholly underdressed in her jeans, graphic tee, and chucks standing next to you.

You looked like a dark skinned doll wearing a light colored pleated skirt that fluttered in the wind. Your ensemble was preppy chic teetering on Lolita and it didn't help that your hair tumbled down your back just like a doll. She admired your soft aesthetic with your winged collar, lace bow ties, and pearl accessories.

Everything just worked perfectly to create an adorable outfit.

You adjusted your cardigan better and checked your lip gloss in the truck's back window. Your naïve humming floated in the air.

Both Frost and Gen looked on in a mixture of intrigue and exasperation.

"You look fine. Let's go." Frost grumbled.

He averted his eyes from your adorable pout. He was not Joker, he would not crack under your charm. Frost did crack a smile when you and Genesis walked into the mall linking arms like two high schoolers.

With your dumb outfit and short stature, at least you looked the part.

He didn't let the two of you out of his sight but he took your disapproving glare as a sign to back off some. People were beginning to stare at the scary looking guy following two girls around.

Frost became a shadow as you and Genesis filtered around the mall, ooh and ahhing at every little thing that caught your eye. He lost count how much of Joker's money you blew through. Quite frankly Frost didn't care. His job was to hold the bags that the two of you couldn't carry and keep you safe.

Frost wasn't too upset about his current degrading role.

Genesis' happiness was his only concern and today he got to see a rare smile brighten her face. She was laughing and having fun like someone her age should. She needed female bonding time and you were definitely making up for years of neglect.

He lost sight of the two of you during his musing and quickly went into a calm but panic induced mode.

You watched Frost rush the opposite way of where you and Genesis were currently hiding.

"Um. I don't think this is a good idea.. Dad said to stay in his line of sight." Genesis' brown eyes shifted down to the potted plant she hid behind. You waited until Frost was long gone before standing up and brushing off your pleated skirt.

"It'll be fine 'Sis! I remember when I was your age. Sneaking off at the mall to shop at specific stores was virtually impossible with my parents around. Now! Are you going to that Father-Daughter dance your school is having?"

Gen quickly grew defensive, "How did you know about that?" She hadn't mentioned it in conversation but you waved off her concern.

"Your dad sucks at hiding things. I saw the flyer when he got in the truck. It's formal attire so you need a jaw dropping dress that he totally won't approve of but will make all the girls in your class jealous! I know just the store too."

Your e/c gleamed under the mall's bright lights. It had been a while since you got to dress someone up. Gen's hesitant hum though made you pause.

"Well actually I don't wanna make her jealous. M-More like I wanna impress her, like really impress her.." Genesis winced at your stupefied look. She honestly didn't expect you to understand.

It took you a few seconds to process her statement.

"Oh." You said. "Okay, that changes things. You need something eye catching, I gotcha! Same store so let's–"

You were about to walk off when Genesis grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. She was still rather bashful yet somewhat hopeful when she met your eye.

"Woah wait a min, Y/n! Don't think that's like... weird? I just said I wanted to impress a girl? Not a guy." Her hand fell from your arm as she picked at her nails. It was a nervous habit she was trying to grow out of.

One you filed away for later. Your heels clicked sharply on the mall's linoleum floor and your mess of curls fell off your shoulder when you tilted your head in confusion.

"And? Genesis. I'm dating a psychopath who frequently dresses up in a nurse outfit, wig and all. I'm in no position to judge your preference for a partner." You laughed but quickly frowned when Gen groaned in frustration.

"No no no! That's the thing!! I read your trilogy and I'm attracted to Hunter. Strong, dominant, alpha guys are hot but I also like how Jordan makes me feel. She's... ugh. You remind me a lot of her. Bubbly, confident, always wearing pretty outfits like she's going to GC fashion week and not English 1 at eight o'clock in the morning. She's so pretty and I probably don't stand a chance but I wanna try!"

You eyed Genesis differently as she stood before you coming out yet still unsure of herself. Your lips parted to speak but she cut you off, going on another nervous rant.

"I'm just so afraid and not about asking her out but of what my dad will say! Like, I'm his perfect girl! I get perfect grades, I don't get into trouble, and I'm home before the street lights come on! I already have pending scholarships! Y/n, what if he doesn't approve?" Gen switched to picking at her lips.

Your heart went out to her but you still didn't see the problem. You playful scoffed and replied.

"Again, Genesis. Your dad works for that same psychopath who dresses up as a nurse. Frost has seen plenty of things in his line of business. I don't think he'll judge you. And guess what? It's your choice so if he shockingly disapproves, then tell him to shove it and move in with me. Now.. I think... blue is your color. I feel a rich indigo would bring out your melanin and I'm here for it. That is, if you want to wear a dress? I honestly don't wanna assume again."

You sent Genesis a sympathetic smile but jumped when she tackled you in a hug.

You almost lost your balance since the girl was taller than you even in heels. Just what were they feeding kids these days..

She sang out a string of thank yous and rocked you in her arms. You patted her on the back and wheezed out a 'can't breathe.'

"Sorry." Gen let you go. She watched your lashes flutter as you caught your breath. "Yeah, umm. I haven't worn a dress in ages. C-Can you help me find one?"

She regretted asking the moment she saw your eyes light up like fireworks. Shopping with you was both fun and exhausting.

The scolding the both of you received once Frost found you exiting a high end lingerie store was epic. Frost literally had steam coming out his ear, he was so furious.

"I thought since you're an adult you would have some common sense Y/n! I told you not to leave my sight and the two of you wandered off for two hours! F__k you're a terrible influence. If something had happened, not only would he kill me, he'd kill Gen for being involved. Is that what you want? Murder all around?"

Genesis felt awful but wisely hid her racy purchases behind her back until her dad was in a better mood.

She hated when he was angry but she had no dog in this fight. She told you it was a bad idea to shake off dad's surveillance.

You on the other hand were used to being yelled at. Joker gave you plenty of practice.

You simply rolled your eyes. "Frost stop overreacting. Nothing happened so don't dwell on the past. We got far more shopping done with you not slowing us down. Anyhoo we're done here and.." You glanced down at your phone vibrating in your purse.

It was a string of text messages from J beginning with an apology along with questionable promises on how he could make up for his mistakes.

You did not want him killing a prominent political member in your name. You did consider his offer on buying you a pig. They were cute!

"I'm needed back home. Can you drop me off?" You asked Frost. His right eye was twitching.

You gave him headaches. He strangled the air in front of you, "I don't get paid enough for this." He growled.

You waved goodbye to Genesis as you walked into your apartment building an hour later. Two workers followed behind you carrying your many shopping bags.

Gen crawled into the front seat as Frost shifted gears to leave. It was a long day and he just wanted to go home and relax after babysitting you.

"H-Hey dad. Can I ask you something?" Gen asked. His soft hum was the only acknowledgment she would receive.

"Do you know that Father-Daughter dance at school– the one we never go to each year? Well, I've been thinking.. I kinda wanna go this year."

She snuck a glance over the console but Frost was still focused on traffic. He didn't show any signs of listening but still, she continued.

"I know its kinda last minute being its like in two months away and your... boss? Master? He who shall not be named? Whatever you call him, he doesn't like last minute requests but I wanna go. Can we?"

Frost sighed as the truck idled at a red light.

It was then he glanced over at his little girl. He was so lucky to have her. Genesis didn't look anything like him and he was forever grateful. He didn't want to curse her with his shortcomings because her beauty was so refined.

Genesis was all aristocratic lines and sharp features, perfectly balanced by her mother's warm complexion and hooded eyes. Gen had the face of ancient statues with deep rooted secrets evident in her full upturned lips and mirth forever shining in her dark brown eyes.

Frost often thought back to the day Joker named his daughter. The psychotic clown snuck into the labor and delivery floor to claim his end of the deal.

Frost stalled as long as he could when the nurses asked what to name his child and they found it odd that the mother didn't offer any input. The birth certificate was left blank until the middle of the night for J to come fill.

His green eyes were unreadable as he glared at the bouncy baby girl wide awake, waiting for him.

Frost was beyond terrified when Joker picked up his unnamed girl but shockingly the clown held her right and entered a staring contest with the infant.

Not once did she cry and much to Frost's horror, she smirked at Joker as if she knew something he didn't.

"Genesis." J mumbled.

"What?" Frost probably heard that wrong. Was that the name Joker had picked?!

Frost was expecting something stupid like initials that spelled out TNT or a play on words like, Dianamite. Joker was full of surprises after all. One couldn't be too sure.

Joker purred as he tickled Gen's cheek with his makeup stained hands. She cooed back and tried wiggling out her swaddle wrap to interact with this strange looking man.

"She's the ahh, beginning, to something greaT, Frosty. It's up ta her to figure out what."

And so Genesis was named.

Times like this Frost could see why Joker picked it. She was confident in her decision as if she already foreseen the outcome. Once she arrived at the dance with her father, it would open up a can of worms and questions, but she was ready to tackle them head on.

He couldn't be more proud.

Frost nodded sagely. "Hm, Good thing I bought a tux already. Y/n said to make sure it coordinated with something blue."

Genesis blinked before bursting out laughing. Of course you planned this.

She wouldn't expect anything else from a remarkable woman like you. You unknowingly brought her closer to her father in just one day. And tomorrow Gen would have the strength to come out to him.

"Yeah. Blue is perfect, dad."

[rottenfyre]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜰ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ ɢ ɪ ʀ ʟ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

Pairing: Platonic Bruce Wayne x Fem Reader Part 1

Headcanon: You were his daughter, his first child. But he lost you too soon. And he couldn't accept it, so he didn't. He tried to replace you, and replacing you he did.

Notes: Merry Christmas everybody! Reader is Bruce's blood daughter. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

You were only eight years old. A quiet child who wore your heart on your sleeve but never demanded too much from anyone. A child with shining eyes who only ever wanted her father’s attention. You understood he was busy. You understood he had responsibilities far greater than you could fathom. So, you never asked for much.

When Alfred bought you a new dress, you’d wear it and twirl in front of the mirror, hoping your father might notice. When you drew pictures, pouring every ounce of love you had into them, you’d approach him with trembling hands.

“Daddy, look!” you’d chirp, only for him to mutter, “Not now,” without even glancing up.

Tears would gather in your eyes, but you’d smile. “That’s okay. I understand.”

You always understood.

It was your birthday. You didn’t tell him you wanted a party because you didn’t want to bother him. But Alfred helped you bake a cake. You decorated it yourself with little shaky hands, frosting it with bright colors and sprinkles.

“Do you think Daddy will like it?” you asked Alfred, your eyes wide with hope.

“He will love it, Miss Y/N,” Alfred replied softly, his heart aching at the way you tried so hard to make up for Bruce’s absence.

But Bruce didn’t come home that night. When you asked him earlier to come home early, he looked distracted, his mind already on his mission. He muttered something about being busy, about Gotham needing him, and you nodded,

But it still broke your heart.

That night, while Gotham reeled under the threat of Joker’s latest atrocity, you snuck out. The small, homemade cake you had baked with Alfred was carefully packed in a box, your hands clutching it tightly as you walked through the shadowy streets. You had no fear. You only had a singular purpose: find your father and surprise him.

But Gotham is no place for children.

When the explosion shook the city, it ripped through buildings, shattering windows, and collapsing walls. You were caught in the chaos. Your small body was no match for the blast. You died alone, crushed beneath rubble, the cake splattered on the pavement beside you.

Bruce found you hours later.

The world seemed to stop as he knelt beside your bloodied, broken body. The cake splattered and ruined beside you. Your tiny hands were burnt, your face pale and lifeless. You had tears streaked down your cheeks, and Bruce wondered if you had been crying for him when it all happened.

The weight of his failures crushed him more than the rubble ever could. You had been so kind, so sweet, so pure. And now you were gone.

Because of him.

Bruce didn’t sleep for weeks. He didn’t eat. He barely spoke. He couldn’t. He just sat in the Batcave, staring at the empty chair where you used to sit and draw while he worked.

Alfred buried you. Bruce didn’t even have the strength to carry your casket. The guilt was too much.

But guilt wasn’t enough to keep him from trying to bring you back.

In the bowels of the Batcave, he poured years of his life into creating a perfect replica of you. Not just a clone. Not a hologram. Something more advanced, more real. An AI. A machine with your face, your voice, your mannerisms.

He painstakingly programmed every little detail. The way you hummed softly when you were deep in thought. The little “buh” sound you made with your lips when you were bored. The sparkle in your eyes when you smiled. He sifted through every recording, every memory, and built you piece by piece.

He spent years, decades, building and perfecting it. He wanted it to be so real that it could almost convince him you never died.

He kept you a secret from everyone except Alfred, who watched his master spiral deeper into madness. But Alfred could do nothing to stop him.

And then, one day, Damian found you.

Damian had been exploring the Batcave when he stumbled upon a locked chamber. Curiosity got the better of him, and he hacked his way inside.

You were there.

Sitting upright in a glass pod, your eyes closed, your body eerily still. You looked alive.

Damian touched the console, and the pod began to hum. Your eyes fluttered open for the first time in decades.

“Daddy?”

Your voice was soft, delicate, and full of confusion.

Damian stared, wide-eyed, as Bruce burst into the room, his face pale. For a moment, father and son locked eyes, the weight of the secret between them heavy enough to crush mountains.

But you sat up, looking around, your movements jerky and inhumanly precise. You looked exactly as you did the last time he saw you—a little girl with bright eyes and a sweet smile.

“Daddy?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion.

Bruce froze, fear and grief washing over him like a tidal wave. You blinked at him, your expression innocent, unknowing. You didn’t understand why he was crying, why his hands trembled as he reached out to touch you.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You tilted your head, confused. “Sorry for what, Daddy?”

“I’m sorry,” he choked, tears streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t understand why he was crying. “Why are you sad, Daddy?”

When Damian confronted Bruce, it all came out—the years of guilt,

“She’s not real,” Damian said, his voice sharp. “This isn’t healthy.”

“She is real,” Bruce snapped, his voice breaking. “She’s my daughter.”

Damian didn’t understand until he saw you again. You smiled at him, sweet and kind, and for a moment, he believed it. You were so lifelike, so real.

At first, Damian was wary of you, but he couldn’t deny that you were… convincing. You played with your toys like a child. You laughed just like the sister he never knew.

But there was something off about you. Something unsettling.

You were too perfect. Too aware. Your mind was faster than any human’s. You solved puzzles and answered questions before Damian could even finish asking them. Your laughter, though sweet, sometimes echoed hollowly in the Batcave, sending chills down his spine.

And then, one night, you attacked him.

He had been training in the Batcave when you approached him, your face eerily serene.

“Damian,” you said, your voice as calm as ever, “Do you love Daddy?”

He frowned. “Of course I do.”

“Then why do you hurt him?”

Before he could respond, you lunged. Your small frame belied your strength, your hands locking around his throat with a grip that could crush steel. Damian struggled, managing to throw you off just in time.

Bruce arrived moments later, pulling you back. You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You simply tilted your head, watching Damian with cold, analytical eyes.

“I was just protecting Daddy,” you said softly.

Bruce couldn’t see it. To him, you were still the little girl he lost. The little girl he failed to protect. He ignored the warnings, the cracks in your programming, the danger you posed.

Because he loved you.

And you loved him, in the only way a machine could. But at the end of the day, you were a construct. A hollow imitation of the daughter he lost.

You would never truly be her.

But Bruce didn’t care. Even as Damian begged him to shut you down, even as Alfred looked on in silent disapproval, Bruce clung to you.

Because in his mind, losing you again was a pain he couldn’t endure.

And you?

You sat in your little room in the Batcave, humming softly, your lifeless eyes staring at the wall. You didn’t understand why everyone looked at you with such fear.

After all, you were Y/N.

Right?

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ.

[thejokersenigma]

Joker x Reader (Frost’s Daughter) - Frost’s Secret - Part 11 [SMUT]

Ok. This is it. My first real smut I guess. Completely understand smut is not for everyone - the first 1/3 of this story is non-smut, it’s pretty obvious when its starts to head smutty, so feel free to stop there - you won’t miss out anything of the story if you don’t read it! I just had a request for some smut in the series so I just though *shrug* why not now?

For those of you who are reading the smut - I apologise haha this is the first time I’ve written full on smut really so... I’m learning. I’m cringe-y. I hope to improve haha Also I kind of edited as I wrote (So didn’t really edit haha) so i apologise if there’s like a tonne of mistakes... Anyway... Enjoy...?

Smut Request = ‘You have to do a smut between Joker and Frost’s daughter being her first time and her all shy and sweet as him all dominant. Pretty please’

WARNING: SMUT!!! FULL ON SMUT!!! (It’s also long - 6779 words)

Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything!

MAIN MASTERLIST

FROST’S SECRET MASTERLIST

“Happy families again, hm?” Both you and Frost spun around to the voice - having been walking back together from your mother’s cell - “Didn’t I predict it sweetheart?” The Joker sneered deviously.

You scowled. “Don’t think I’ve forgiven you, J…” You grumbled in annoyance, not forgetting this had all been largely his fault.

“Then don’t think I’ve forgiven you either, doll…” He grinned widely, though it was lacking any humour.

“For what?” You frowned in surprise.

“Oh, I don’t know…” He drawled as though bored of the subject, tilting his head up to the ceiling in thought, as he slowly stepped towards where you stood. “Disappearing?” He suggested, slinging an arm over your shoulder once at your side, spinning around with arched eyebrows, subtly pulling you away from Frost’s side, “Wasting my time…?” He growled lowly in your ear, tightening his arm around you and forcing you up against his side. You cringed slightly as this - the contact wasn’t wholly unwanted by you – but you had always been taught to fear the psychopathic clown and his peculiar behaviour. This didn’t feel like it should be any different.

You tried to pull away from his side slightly – both to see his face better and to put at least the bare minimum distance between the two of you to ease your discomfort. The Joker allowed you to shift so far from his side, but ensured he kept his arm around your shoulders so you couldn’t completely slip away again. “So, saving me was a waste of time?” You demanded hotly, though your voice gave your nerves away when it broke slightly. His proximity was getting to you. The kiss was still clear as day in your mind, still made your heart race at the memory and you desperately wanted to do it again. But the Joker had never told you what it had meant and now he was saying he regretted saving you? Was that true? But then why was he suddenly so more… touchy… then before? - always seemed to want a hand on you now – as though he wanted to keep hold of in case you tried to disappear again.

The Joker didn’t seem at all perturbed by your temper, still grinning widely. “Women!” He groaned, rolling his head dramatically as though in a Greek tragedy, “Always trying to twist your words, am I right, Frosty?” J shot Frost a grin, but Johnny’s face remained an emotionless mask. “All I’m saying, my dear, is the whole thing would have been completely unnecessary if you had been where you should have been…” The Joker explained with a knowing look in his eye before he bent down close to your ear, “With me…” He growled, the noise so smooth and seductive that - despite your annoyance - you found yourself fighting a shiver and biting your lip anxiously.

J’s eyes flickered to your mouth in that instant and you thought you caught a momentary look of almost lust. Before you could do a double take though, J suddenly straightened up, making you jump slightly, as he now forcefully smacked his forehead with the palm of my hand. “But of, course, where are my manners?!” He cried, pulling you back into his side as he turned, dragging you with him, to face Frost full on. “We haven’t formally been introduced, my dear sir!” J grinned mockingly, holding his free hand out to Frost who simply glared at it. “I’m J, your daughter’s new -“

“J-“ You growled warningly knowing what he was going to say, the very idea sending your heart into your throat, but you knew this couldn’t be at all easy on Frost. Was J serious – were the two of you a… thing? You glanced warily at Frost as J, though having now fallen silent at your reprimanding, was still grinning cruelly at Johnny’s blank, stony face – he wasn’t about to do or say anything to his Boss, you were sure of it, but he didn’t have appreciate the humour at his expense.

“Oh right… Of course…” J drawled with a nasty smirk, “It doesn’t matter that his daughter’s mine now because,” He let out a bark of laughter, “She’s not his daughter!” He cackled like this was the funniest punchline he’d heard in a long time.

You scowled up at the Joker and his merciless joking, swatting his arm without thinking about it. “’Yours’? You snarled, conflicted by the statement. The very word was controlling – belittling and objectifying to you – but, at the same time, you liked the idea of being J’s. And more importantly, no one else being his…

“Problem, doll?” The Joker asked expectantly, pulling back slightly so his arm slid along your shoulders, quirking a brow down at you with a smooth grin. “Are my sweet caresses not as desired as I was led to believe?” J asked innocently, the now at the back of your neck slipping down your spine in a purposely slow and seductive stroke.

You couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran through your body that time and you swallowed, trying to collect your thoughts again. “There was one kiss.” You mumbled shakily, swallowing the lump in your throat, unable to stop the burning heat in your cheeks at your confession and the way your body was reacting with Frost only a few feet away. “And that does not make me ‘yours’.” You said firmly, though your voice was lacking strength.

J could clearly sense the lack of certainty in your voice, but was more than happy to play a long, dropping his grin and considering you hard for a moment. “Very well, kitten...” He conceded coolly, “Make me work for it....” He muttered under his breath unhappily.

You turned away from him, content that you had somehow managed to get your way. “Oh, I shall.” You muttered, and you noticed J’s eyes widen out of the corner of your eye at this, his face lightening up as he tugged you back to face him again.

“Hoo hoo hoo, sounds like a little challenge there, my dear…” He grinned devilishly, “You might just live to regret that, my sweet…” He cooed shamelessly, lowering his head towards you and leaning in impossibly close. Your breath caught in your throat at the look in his eyes, unable to blink or look away…

A throat clear had J pausing just above you, a wide grin splitting his face before he snapped his head around to where Frost stood uncomfortably - he didn’t bother to raise his head though, his face still intimately close to yours. “Uncomfortable, Johnny boy?” The Joker asked innocently with a malicious, teasing look in his eye. “’Fraid to say you’re not her Daddy anymore, Frosty…” J pouted, “But,” He turned back to you, only reminding you just how close he was, “I’m sure I can fill that position quite nicely...” He purred suggestively with a look that was making it hard to remember how to inhale, your lips dry – though you didn’t dare lick them.

J wiggled his eyebrows playfully at your dumbstruck face and you managed to pull yourself together somewhat. “Behave.” You croaked, breaking his gaze to swat him playfully, breaking his gaze and managing to swallow past the lump in your throat as you shot Frost an apologetic glance. He didn’t deserve this torture from J.

“Oh, I will…” J grinned wickedly, then leaned in close to your ear. “For now...” He growled, making you gasp as you felt his teeth tugging gently on your ear lobe, his breath lightly brushing your skin and causing another shiver to run through your body.

You were abruptly jerked back down to reality, however, when you heard footsteps from your right, Luke striding quickly down the corridor, calling for Frost when he caught sight of him. He noticed you then as well, faltering when he saw the Joker bent low over you. The clown’s eyes immediately to Luke’s, though - once again - he seemed to find no reason to raise his head from yours, instead almost daring the young lad to comment on his position. “Well, if it isn’t lover boy…” J drawled dully.

“J.” You murmured warningly. Luke didn’t deserve any more punishment than Frost did – neither had done anything wrong. You felt J’s hand - which had been resting at the small of your back – now silently wrap around your waist, pulling you possessively closer to him. He made no comment though, simply watching Luke as the boy now approached more warily - his movements slower and careful.

“Luke?” Frost asked expectantly.

“Just – uh – just reporting on the girl.” Luke informed his superior, though his eyes kept flickering nervous to J. “We’ve still no sign.” His eyes glanced briefly to you this time.

“Cassie?” You asked in disbelief, “No one’s managed to find her?”

Luke shook his head. “There’s no trace that we can see - she’s good.” He commended reluctantly.

Frost sighed quietly, acknowledging this fact with a nod, then glanced away back down the corridor in thought.

“Have you tried talking to Kelly?” You suggested and suddenly all eyes were on you. “What?” You frowned, “She always used to hint she knew her daughter so well – maybe she could at least narrow down the search to a few specific places?”

“That’s not bad.” Luke pointed at you, nodding in agreement and you gave him a grateful smile. You felt the Joker’s grip tighten on your waist – close to being painful now - and you couldn’t help the slight twist of your lip at this. Could it really be possible that the mad man was jealous? Over you?

Frost nodded again, still staring down the corridor. “Fine.” He conceded, clearly not noticing – or not wanting to acknowledge - J’s behaviour and thinking of no better ideas. “I’ll go speak with her.” He muttered as though that was by far the last thing he wanted to do. “Luke?”

Luke nodded in answer and followed after his Boss as Frost headed back down the corridor you and he had only just walked up. You went to step forward - automatically going to follow after Frost like you always did – but found yourself, instead, held in place by the Joker’s tight grip still on your hip. “How many people does it take to question a person, my dear?” J growled lowly in your ear.

You went to open your mouth to protest but shut it again when you noticed Frost glance back - also noting your absence – but then carried on without much hesitation. He was happy to leave you here? - alone with J? Did he no longer feel he needed to police your life? You supposed he didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter even if he – it wasn’t Frost’s place to question J. Still, you felt a bit hurt as you watched his retreating back.

But then you had to face the fact – once again - you were completely alone with J.

J also seemed completely aware of this.

You suddenly felt very awkward at how close you were to him, the knowledge of his hand on your hip reigniting the blush in your cheeks. You tried to step back – to put even the smallest distance between you and the Joker – but, though J’s grip didn’t tighten, his arm seemed to stiffen around you, trapping you in place.

“Problem, my sweet?” He drawled teasingly, quirking a brow.

You cleared your throat, your how body tense and uneasy. “You’re – uh – you’re very… ‘touchy’… all of a sudden…” You observed cautiously, unsure what he was playing at.

You were half worried you might accidentally provoke one of his tempers – his mood an odd one at the moment that you were finding difficult to read. The Joker didn’t seem at all fazed by your observation though, grinning lazily down at you, “What can I say, sweet heart?” He hummed pleasantly, “I finally got a taste of ya and now I’m hooked…” He purred, sin in his eyes. “And..,” You were suddenly strongly tugged forward by the arm around your waist, forcing you to throw out your hands to catch yourself on the Joker’s chest. “… I don’t like ta share…” J growled in your ear, his face impossibly close to your again, your whole body practically pressed up against his now. He seemed to breathe you in then, deeply – like you were some heavenly sent or potent heroin – then tossed his head back, arching his pale, muscular neck as he let out what sounded like a sigh of relief. “It makes me wonder, though, my dear…” He muttered, rolling his neck to drop his face back down to yours again, his heavy lids lifting again, “If your lips are that… Intoxicating…” He purred shamelessly at your ear - his warm breath fanning over your skin, causing a jolt of something through your body - “Then it only leaves other things…” You suddenly felt J’s free hand on your hip, slipping over your curves to the small of your back, then down even further to cup your ass and you jump sharply. “… To the imagination…” J grinned wickedly as your cheeks flushed hotly.

You could already feel an odd tingle between your legs at his words alone and you felt your cheeks burn even hotter. You cleared your throat and weakly tried to push yourself off his chest – almost surprised when the Joker let you, both his hands now slipping to your hips, the grip light, but still possessive.

“What’s wrong, doll...?” J purred lowly, not seeming annoyed that you tried to pull away, “You’re looking rather… sheepish…” He suggested with a wicked grin. He wasn’t demeaning you though - he seemed actually curious.

You glanced away from him down the empty corridor, partially confirming this. “I – uh –“ You croaked then cleared your throat. “I – I just think that…” You were stuttering and getting nowhere. You coughed again to buy yourself more time. The truth was though, you didn’t know what you wanted to say. You could feel your heart pounding erratically - you knew what happened if you went down this road, and you actually felt like you might want to… “Look J, maybe I should just go home…” You suggested cautious, your eyes flickering to his, then away, unable to keep eye contact with the man and stick to your guns of leaving. “I – I think I should just get some rest…” You mumbled awkwardly, knowing you were chickening out, but you were injured after all, you’d just ‘lost’ your father, you -

“I ain’t one to force a girl…” He murmured lowly, no threat in his voice, but he leant in towards you and didn’t dare move, trying to keep your gaze avert, but shooting him wary glances. One of his hands left your hips to catch your cheek, forcing your head gently round – you putting up no resistance – so you were forced to look directly up at him. “But I ain’t a liar neither, kitten,” He muttered, “I want you.” J growled hotly, his grip on your hip tightening suggestively, and he took a step forward to close the gap you had made so your body was once again pressed up against his. This time you were all the more aware of the pressure on your crotch. “Right here. Right now.” J murmured darkly in your ear.

You swallowed nervously. “J,” You gasped, “I’m – I’m not - I– I haven’t…”

“You’re a blushing virgin…” The Joker drawled with a knowing, shameless grin.

You dropped your eyes – unable to turn away with his grip on your chin – confirming his observation and feeling your cheeks burn even more at the mention of such an intimate detail.

“Trust Frosty to keep his daughter so…” J swung his head slightly in though, “Innocent…” He finally purred down at you with a wide grin. “That just makes this all the sweeter…” He drawled. You flickered your eyes up to him in question, only to find him now much closer than you remember and before you could do anything his lips had captured yours, swallowing your words.

The Joker wasn’t looking for a slow and sensual kiss, his hand on your face holding you in place as he greedily stole all your air, leaving you dizzy and somehow grasping onto the lapels of his jacket in an attempt to keep yourself upright. You felt he urge to moan into his lips, but, despite the lack of oxygen to your brain, you were well aware the two of you were still in the middle of the corridor - exposed on both sides to any passers by that might chose to come this way. J didn’t seem to care though, his hand on your hip now pushing your shirt up slightly and his cool fingers brushing across your skin making your muscles tense.

“J-“ You tried to say against his lips and he pulled back slightly, catching your lower lip between his teeth and tugging at it in a way that made you momentarily forget why you’d interrupted him in the first place.

“Problem, doll?” He hummed with a grin, prompting your foggy mind as he slipped his hand down your neck and bent to kiss the base of your throat. You could feel his other hand edging higher up your shirt, now stroking the skin just below the wire of your bra.

“I –“ Your breath came out in a hiss as you felt him nip at the delicate skin - not helping your attempts to articulate your thoughts. “Corridor.” You managed out, closing your eyes. You felt J’s grin against your skin, triumphant that you were no longer protesting his touches, but merely the setting.

“Oh, my sweet,” J murmured, his lips now making their way up to your ear, “as much as I’d have you right here, right now, begging up against that wall,” He snarled, tugging at your earlobe, “I’m gonna be a real… Gentlemen about this…” He said this in an almost frustration growl - clearly reluctant to play the role of decent man. Before you could say anything to this, the Joker’s lips were back on yours again.

You were dimly aware when the hand under your shirt was withdrawn, but you still jumped when you felt both on the back of your thighs. You didn’t have to have done this before to know what J wanted and as he lifted you up you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, unable to help letting out a slight giggle, unable to believe the ridiculous situation you’d got yourself into. You felt the Joker growl approvingly against your lips. Caught up in the moment, and feeling daring, you decided to throw caution to the wind and parted your lips experimentally. J was quick to notice this, making the most of it immediately, tasting and dominating your mouth.

You became quickly lost in the new, foreign sensations J was eliciting in you, that you barely noticed as he now carried you down the corridor, your hands clutching the lapels of his jacket again to hold him against you, even if you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. You hardly registered you had stopped again either, until you felt the Joker shift his grip on you to reach for the handle of the door now behind you.

Suddenly reality seemed to hit you and you pulled back from him sharply. “I’m – I can’t – I –“ You stammered worriedly.

“Doll,” J growled lowly, a hint of impatience in his tone now, “I told you I’m not forcin’ anything,” He muttered, bending to you again, his lips hovering just above yours, “But follow me through that door,” He warned huskily, “And there’s no turning back…” Your eyes flickered up to his where they watched you, darker than you’d ever seen them, holding promises of something hot and full of sin. He seemed to know what you were thinking, “Trust me,” He purred, “I’ll make it real good for ya…”

You lick your lips self-consciously. Why were you so reluctant? It wasn’t wrong. Was it fear? Fear of that first time? You had to do it at some point, right? And J was… he was ready for you. He wanted you. He would make it good. You trusted him.

You watched him hesitantly, then finally gave a small, nervous nod. This didn’t seem enough for J, however, who simply raised an expectant eyebrow at you. You chewed the inside of your lip then, timidly leant forward, closing the distance between you and J once again, gasping as your lips met his again and you kissed him forcefully, J happy to reciprocate. You slipped your arms hesitantly up his chest and over his shoulders, locking them around his neck to lean further him to him. “I – want it.” You gasped between kisses.

You heard J growl in triumphant and his grip on you seemed to tighten, the door behind you suddenly flying open before slamming shortly after behind the two of you. The next thing you knew, the Joker was lowering you from his body onto the soft mattress of a bed. Your heart beat quickened then, fully aware of what was going to happen next, and tensing up at the thought. You didn’t want J to pull away from you, and you made this clear by keeping your legs and arms locked around him, entwining your tongue with his. J growled into your mouth as your attempt to cling to him rubbed your body against his, but he obliged your unspoken request, crawling over you, neither of your lips breaking away.

You let your legs drop from his waist now - though kept your arms around him - and felt J’s hands begin to wander your body once more, starting at your waist and eagerly bunching your shirt up. It wasn’t long before J broke away from the kiss, sliding down your body, slipping under your arms. You dropped your hands to the mattress either side of you once he was out of reach, feeling your abs tensing as he warm breath fanned over your exposed stomach.

The bruises left from your abduction were clear against your pale skin and J paid special attention to each of these, slowly working his way lower down your body until you felt his fingers begin to work at your belt.

A fresh wave of panic washed over you at this and you bit your lip anxiously as the Joker began to undo your jeans. You helped him, kicking them off as he worked them down your legs, but were grateful when the Joker then crawled back up to you, reuniting his lips with yours. “Beautiful.” He growled against you. You felt your cheeks warm at the compliment and then gripped lapels of his jacket, pulling at them – if you had to shed your clothes, so did he.

The Joker caught on quickly, shrugging the garment off, but when your fingers went to the buttons of his shirt he caught your hands. “Oh, no, doll….” He growled throatily, “You’re going to have to earn that…” He grinned wickedly, and you watched with wide eyes as he now pushed yours hands back above your head, holding them there with one hand whilst the other returned to your stomach, then slid up to cup your still-clothed breast, making you jump.

J grinned at your reaction and used his free hand to reach back into his trouser pocket, suddenly producing a pocket knife that he flicked open. “Since your hands are full…” J teased mercilessly, now easily cutting away your shirt, the cool metal on your flushed skin making your shiver as the material fell in rags next to you.

You briefly thought of how you were supposed to leave the warehouse now without a functional T-short, but then it truly hit you – you were now left lying under J in nothing but your underwear. J seemed to have already realised this, his gaze roaming over you hungrily, knife still in his free hand. “Still too many layers…” He tutted, his eyes flicking up to yours then as he brought the knife to your bra, easily slicing through the small amount of material between your breasts.

You blushed hotly as J threw the knife aside now, releasing your hands without a word to brush the remaining material off your breasts and expose them fully now. You kept your hands above your head, not sure what to do with them, and could only watch as the Joker slipped back down your body, his eyes never leaving yours, even as he kissed the delicate skin in the middle of your chest. You jumped slightly as he turned his head, placing his soft lips against the inside of your breast now, and you tilted your head back as one of his hands now began to softly palm the other breast in a way that had you chewing on your lip again. You felt, rather than saw, the Joker’s cool lips trail up your breast and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips when he found your nipple, immediately taking the bud between his lips and rolling it under his tongue. You bit down hard on your lip now to stifle any noise, gripping the sheets behind you tightly at the foreign sensation.

J showed this attention to each of your breasts leaving you practically writing beneath him even before he was finished with his teasing. You could feel the warmth between your legs now – the want for more, even if you weren’t entirely sure what that really meant.

J seemed completely aware of what he was doing to you, his grin wide as he slipped a hand down between your bodies to where your panties still remained. He ran a finger along the material and you flushed hotly, feeling how wet you already were from his simple teasing a moment ago. The Joker watched your blush with delight, “So wet…” He drawled teasingly. “Just for me...” He purred with a wide grin. If you could have blushed more, you would of, but any embarrassed words you thought to say died on your lips as stroked you again, curling his finger into the material to apply more pressure, making your breath catch in your throat.

If it was possible, J’s grin seemed to widen further at this. “Let’s see just how sweet you really taste…” He growled seductively and all you could do was swallowed anxiously as he kissed and nipped his way down your body once more. You flinched slightly when you felt J’s cool hands on yours legs, his fingers taunting you with slow strokes up to your inner thighs before he finally edged your legs further apart to give him access to the heat in between.  

You immediately tensed, sensing what was going to happen next. “Relax, princess…” J purred from between your legs, breathing in the heavy scent of your sex. If you had wanted to, you didn’t think you could in that moment, your every nerve on edge as you watched, J’s eyes never leaving yours, as he now placed a lingering kiss on the material that offered your last shred of modesty. You were trying hard not to fidget under his touches, but this slow torment coupled with your worry was driving your body mad.

“Has anyone ever touched you, my sweet?” J hummed against you cruelly, the vibrations from his voice and the heat of his breath on your dampness enough to make you shift uncomfortably beneath him. You felt his fingers slip down your inner thigh rubbing against the edge of your panties, promising, yet never crossing the flimsy boundary still in place. You bit hard on your lip to stop yourself moaning, managing to shake your head desperately.

“Good.” He growled fiercely, and you squirmed slightly as you felt his teeth graze a line down your covered slit. You felt almost relief now when you finally felt J’s fingers pulling down the edge of your panties, tugging them off you.

You were bare now - completely exposed - and you didn’t think you cared anymore.

Your back arched as you felt J’s lips on you without any hesitation, greedily sucking and nibbling at your clit till your head was rolling back, your breath short and shallow. His lips were then replaced by his fingers, keeping you lost in hazy fog of heat as his mouth found your pussy. You couldn’t help the almost-squeak you let out when you felt his tongue on you, digging your fingers hard into the bed for grip, your back arching even higher now in an attempt to get more, feeling the pressure building quickly in your lower abdomen, your legs tensing.

The Joker pulled back then, his hands also leaving you and you couldn’t help the desperate whine that left you. You tried to push yourself up to see why J had stopped, but suddenly he was above you, forcing you to stay down. “So eager…” He purred teasingly, his lips hoovering above yours. You couldn’t stand it, pushing yourself up the distance you needed to connect your lips with his hungrily, yours hands reaching for his face without thought to try to hold him in place. J growled in your mouth but didn’t pull away kissing you back just as fiercely, his own want getting the better of him for a moment. You slid your fingers up into his hair, tangling them into the green strands as you pushed your hips off the bed to meet his, impatient for the friction on your clit again. J had a woken a desperate need with you and you wanted that release that his fingers and mouth had promised.

The Joker groaned against you and you could feel the obvious bulge still restrained in his pants. He moved a hand down between you, forcing your hips back onto the bed. “J –“ You gasped into his lips, “Please –“

J pulled away from you, his mouth hovering over yours “Patience, kitten…” He growled, sounding anything but himself. “I want the first time you cum to be with me buried deep inside you….” He growled throatily, and those words alone had your lower body tingling eagerly again.

You nodded desperately at that, feeling too far gone now to stop. J let out another growl at this – more carnal and before you knew it he was throwing off his shirt and his hands were working at the waistband of his trousers. You felt a rush of nerves go through you when the Joker flung his trousers aside, revealing no underwear, but instead, large erect member now stood tall against his stomach. You swallowed anxiously, trying to keep your focus on the Joker’s face, but you couldn’t seem to stop your eyes flickering down to its intimidating size.

J could see the fear in your eyes and he crawled back over you, keeping his body propped above yours with his arms. “No turning back, kitten…” He reminded you with an almost gentle growl. You nodded numbly, not noticing J shift his weight and jumping when you felt one of his fingers back on your clit again, biting hard on your lip as you were reminded of the delicious sensations J was able to make you feel. You nodded more confidently now, closing your eyes at the curling tightness quick to return in stomach just from J’s touch.

“Do you want it?” You heard J rumble above you. You nodded again, your eyes still close, neck arched at the stimulation that was easily bringing you back to your previous state.

“Oh, no, sweetheart.” The Joker cooed sternly, “I wanna hear ya say it…” He growled.

“Yes.” You gasped urgently, cursing his lazy circles on your clit, wishing he would move faster, attempting to move your hips against his hand in order to get more friction.

You felt J’s hand slit up to your waist then, pushing your hips down into the bed. “Ah, ah, princess…” He tutted gruffly, “Remember what I said…” He growled.

“Do it!” You gasped, “Please J, I –“ You shifted your hips pointlessly under his hand, craving the release he kept holding back from you.

J groaned at your begging - he wanted to keep you this desperate for longer, but his own resolve was already starting to crumble at the prospect of your small body around his cock. He shifted to one side, seeing you lain out before and knowing he could spend hours teasing every inch of your body, but right now both of you had more pressing needs you needed to satisfy.

You felt yourself tense again as J’s hand – that had been holding you down – now moved to your hip, your mind torn between the desperate want you had and your fear of the pain you knew was coming. “Relax, my dear…” J growled through his teeth, not sounding at all comfortable himself at the effort to hold back from his usual merciless behaviour. You bit hard on your lip, willing yourself to relax but you knew you were too nervous for it to have much of an effect. You felt the Joker line himself up with your entrance and only felt yourself tense even more. “Easy…” The Joker growled above you and you felt his hand move from your hip back to your clit again, beginning the same lazy circles as before.

Your nerves fought the sensations, but soon you felt that hollow ache in yourself again, your desperation overcoming your fear. “J-“ Was all you could manage out to tell him as you stifled a moan. The Joker snarled above you and then you felt the pressure at your entrance as he slowly pushed himself into you, grunting with effort. Your eyes stung with pain as your walls stretch to accommodate him, and the feeling was weird and foreign to you. You hissed quietly, and J stilled, letting you get use to his size. You kept your eyes closed, too embarrassed to look at J, knowing this was likely to be killing him.

“Doll?” You heard the Joker growl above you after a moment, his voice strained.  You nodded stiffly. “Look at me.” He growled gruffly, unable to soften his voice for you anymore and you snapped your eyes open in fear that you’d angered him. J was glaring down at you, but the heat in his eyes wasn’t from anger or irritation and before you could say anything he began to slowly move inside you.

You winced at first, but whenever you closed your eyes you would hear the Joker growl above you again until you held met his eyes. Soon the pain from J’s slow thrusts began to fade slightly and you felt the now-familiar build up of pressure in your abdomen.

 “Ah, J, uh –“ You groaned, your back arching slightly, allowing him better access. You gasped as he stroked at a particular spot deep inside you, tipping your head back as you tried to move with his body again for more friction.

“Now that’s what I want to hear, doll…” J grunted, his hand going to your hips to direct your movements. “Moan for me…” He snarled heatedly, his thrusts becoming rougher and faster.

You did as he said, moaning as he pounded into your hard now - not sure you could have held it back even if you wanted to. Your noises only seemed to encourage J who shifted his position slightly and was somehow able to penetrate even deeper within you, hitting that particular spot even better. You let out a cry of pleasure before gritting your teeth against the ever-building pressure. “Yes – ah – J –“ You choked out, feeling your walls contracting around him.

“Cum for me, [Y/N].” He growled, pulling your hips down onto him so he thrust as deep into you as he could. His words were all you needed to push you over the edge and suddenly you felt waves of intense pleasure rolling through you, your back arching sharply and your legs tensing in your ecstasy. The clenching of your walls around his member was enough to send J over the soon after, thrusting roughly into you a few more times before he pulled out of you, groaning in pleasure as he came on the sheets next to you.

You were gasping for air where you lay, blood rushing in your ears, as J shifted to lie next to you. Reality suddenly seemed to come flooding back to you, suddenly realising what you had just done and that you were now lying in a bed completely naked next to an equally naked Joker. Your cheeks burned brightly, trying to work out if there was a way you could lie to expose the least amount of yourself, squeezing your legs together at the tenderness between them.

“Not going shy on me are you, kitten…” J teased with a growl next to you and you bit your lip at having been caught. You let out a gasp of surprise as J now rolled to hoover above you again, “Surely not after what we’ve just done…” He grinned wickedly, “The begging…” He recalled, and you felt your cheeks flush even more, “The moaning…” You couldn’t stand it bringing your hands to your face, covering your eyes, feeling the heat in your skin under your palms.

“Now anyone would think you were ashamed, my dear…” J growled.

“No – no.” You said quickly, dropping your hands and looking directly at J’s scowl above you. “It’s just I’m - I’m processing…” You mumbled lamely. J arched an eyebrow at you, but didn’t say anything, shifting himself to lie next to you again.

“I – I do have a question though.” You muttered weakly in a brief second of bravery.

J interlinked his fingers over his chest and glanced across at you. “Is it how babies are made, kitten? Because Frosty really should have covered that one with ya before we –“

“I’m serious.” You scowled at him and he arched his eyebrow at you again, aware he seemed to have hit a tender spot. “I –“ You swallowed nervously, “I want to do that again –“ You confessed and J’s eyebrows shot up. “Not right now!” You said quickly.

“Oh I disagree…” J grinned lazily, suddenly reaching for you and pulling you into him until you found yourself  straddling his waist.

“J-“ You protested, only too aware of his eyes now roaming your entire body as you sat above him and you lost your trail of thought for a moment as you also realised this was the first time you had been able to fully appreciate his naked torso beneath you.

“Doll?” J prompted sly, running his hands up your thighs to your hips. You scowled at him, then sighed. “You – you said earlier that it –“ You gestured vaguely to the bed next to him and J arched his brow again at your innocence, “ – it would be sweeter because I was – I hadn’t –“

“Yes?” J grumbled impatiently.

“Well, does – does that mean I’m not – I won’t -” You sighed, ducking your head. You didn’t want to ask, but you couldn’t help worrying about it. “Does it mean I won’t be as good for you?” You finally managed out, wincing.

The Joker paused for a moment, then grinned devilishly. “Oh, my dear,” He purred lowly, “You’ll be better…” His hand began rubbing up and down your hips. “But you’ll also be mine…” He growled, now slipping his hands up your back to pull you down to him. “The thought that all this,” One of his hands smooth down your spine to your butt, squeezing your cheek enough to make you jump and flush hotly again, “is mine alone…” He growled. You flicked your gaze up to J’s, where he was watching you with that now-familiar hot look in his eye, and you brought your hands up to his chest, letting your fingers run over the muscles and feeling them flex under your touch. You should probably have a problem with his possessive behaviour, but it only made your heart swell and a shiver run through you. You let your hands slide lower on him, fanning over his stomach, making J growl at your teasing, before you let them rest at his hips, a smirk on your lips as you leant down to find J’s.

Maybe you did want to do it again right now…

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[jokers-sweethearts]

Imagine: Being the Twin Kids of Joker and Harley

Always having a partner in crime who knows exactly what your life is like and the pressures of being an heir to the kingdom of Gotham

Priding yourselves of being the anti Batkids

The Clown Prince brother is always there to beat the shit out of guys in the club who give his sister trouble.

The Clown Princess sister can always spot when a girl is trying to play her brother and ruins her life… quite literally.

Escaping the body guards your father assigns together to go and cause chaos in town.

Getting jealous you don’t see them as much and feeling left out when they get new friends or start dating someone.

Pranks wars when you’re fighting that involve explosives and laughing gas.

Uncle Johnny Frost being a sucker for both of you and giving in to what you want, covering up for you.

Digging into your parents past together, knowing they won’t reveal anything. Finding out about Harleen but still no leads on your father.

Joker and Harley trying to see where you and your sibling take after them.

Being tormented when captured because the Arkham doctors split you up into different cell blocks.

The Clown Prince brother always gifting his sister with the latest gold Cartier and Rollex watches

The Clown Princess sister always treating her brother to wardrobe lessons and getting him Gucci and Versace suits.

Customized weapons, the sister taking her father’s gun for inspiration and the brother taking his mother’s bat.

Growing up to decide to take the Chemical vat jump, holding each other’s hands as you fall.

One driving the purple lambo and the other on Harley’s motorcycle right next to it, driving to the latest heist.

Hesitantly going to Joker and Harley when you know your twin is in trouble, not wanting to betray their trust but knowing you can’t save them on your own.

Fighting over which one get’s to wear Joker’s chains.

Plotting to capture the batman together to prove to your parents you’re ready to join the family business.

Hosting an arkham break and take over to free the kids in their just like the two of you.

The clown princess inherits her father’s maniacal cackle while the clown prince develops the same rabid and psychotic laugh of your mother.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo​ Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

[chloe-skywalker]

New Christmas Plans - Jason Todd

Jason Todd x Fem!reader (Harley & Jokers Daughter)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,397

Summary: When your boyfriend gets your parents arrested the day before Christmas, you kinda need to make new plans or you’ll spend the holiday alone.

Authors Note: Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!

This is my Christmas Day imagine, so it takes place on Christmas Day.

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“Are you crazy?” Y/n exclaimed with raised arms and an outraged face.

“Between the two of us shouldn’t I be the one questioning your sanity? Considering who your parents are and all.” Jason asked trying to lighten the air between them. Plus he honestly felt bad about what he did.

“Oh hahaha, Jaybird.” She mocked him, calmer now but still upset in her body langue.

“Hey! I thought it was good.” Jay gave her a lopsided smile.

“Jason!” Y/n exclaimed again but not as upset or as loud as before.

“I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t think it was your dad’s shipment I thought it was Blackmasks.” he gave her an apologetic smile. Jason truly did feel bad. Y/n was still giving him a suspicious look. “Hey, I wouldn’t have busted it if I knew it was your dad’s. Not this month.” Jay added with raised hands.

Y/n relented believing he was genuinely sorry. “What am I gonna do now?” Realization hit the young woman then and there. “Frost is in prison. Days at Arkham and mom’s at some blackout site, but not the same one as last time… I’m gonna be all alone with no one on Christmas.”

With seeing how sad his girl had become it only increased his guilt. He recently did wish he could take back what he did last night. Jason approached her rubbing his hands up and down her arms trying to comfort his girl. “You won’t have no one. You’ll have me.”

Y/n shook her head at him. “Nice try, Jaybird. But you promised Bruce, your brothers, and Alfred that you’d be home and spend Christmas with them this year.”

Jay sighed, why’d she have to remember that. “I’m not going to let you be alone on Christmas.”

“An I’m not going to let you skip out on your family.” Y/n stated strongly, her eyes telling him she was not letting him out of his family dinner.

“You are my family too.” Jason moved his hands up to cup her cheeks.

“Same here Jaybird. But I’m not going to let you miss your Wayne Christmas.” She gave him a soft smirk knowing how he still felt about Bruce and his family.

After a moment of silence and a lot of thinking going through Jason’s head, he spoke up. “Come with me.”

Y/n raised her eyebrows in shock. “What?”

“You heard me.” Jay smiled and nodded confidently, with a hint of slyness.

Y/n shook her head ‘no’ again. “Jason, that’s not a good idea. The daughter of the Joker and Harley Quinn in the Batman’s home? Jay, it’s not safe for me.”

“I wouldn’t let Bruce or any of my brothers ever touch you.” he tried to reassure her. They both know this was something that would have to happen at one point. That doesn’t make it any less scary. “Listen to me Y/n. I would NEVER let them lay a hand on you.”

“I know that, and its nice to hear Jaybird. But it also doesn’t make it any less scary for me.” Y/n expressed her anxiousness through her eyes.

“Come on, they’ve been wanting to meet my girlfriend and bugging me about it for ages. I told them you come from a villain family, they just don’t know which.”

“Yeah, well not knowing from which villain family I reside from could be the big problem in this situation.” Y/n raised her eyebrows giving him a tight smile full of sass.

“Please. Please Y/n, let me make this right since I’m the one that ruined your Christmas in the first place.” he begged

“Fine.” She sighed, giving in. On one condition. “But you got to promise me that if it goes south you get me the hell out of dodge.”

“I promise!” Jason clapped. But in the back of his mind, he was thinking and hoping that this Christmas, with his family, turns out okay.

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“You ok?” Jason asked opening the door of the car for her and helping Y/n out of the car.

“Honestly? Nervous.” Y/n spoke as he got out and they interlocked their hands walking to the front door of Wayne Manor.

“Don’t worry babe. I got your back.” Jason leaned in pressing a kiss to the top of Y/n’s head.

“I just hope it doesn’t backfire.” she mumbled under her breath.

“Relax.” Jay whispered before knocking on the door. “Alfred.”

“Master Jason. An who might this be?” Alfred asked the tall boy he watched grow up for most of his life.

“This is Y/n. My girlfriend, lover, my life’s only-” Jason pulled her into his side speaking dramatically.

“Ok, ok. Just my name would’ve been fine.” Y/n jumped in cutting him off.

“Oh nonsense, Miss Y/n. Young Master Jason is just expressing how he sees you through his eyes. Nothing wrong with that. It’sactuaclly quite endearing.” Alfred spoke with a kind inviting smile.

“Well anyway, it’s nice to meet you, Alfred.” Y/n smiled at the older man.

“Likewise Miss. Now both of you come in it’s very cold out there.” Alfred stepped aside letting the young couple enter the ginormous manor.

Everything went pretty smoothly. Y/n was introduced to all Jay’s brothers and his father. They all expect Alfred, seemed to be a little wary of her at first. All his brother’s got comfortable pretty quickly. It did seem though that his father was watching her very closely. Maybe he was trying to figure out which crime family she came from or maybe he just didn’t trust her.

After a few hours, Alfred came into the family room telling everyone that dinner is ready. With that, they all moved into the dining room to sit down and eat a lovely Christmas dinner Alfred spent the day cooking. “So Y/n, what do you do?” Bruce asked as everyone started filling up their plates, passing around all the dishes.

“As in?” Y/n asked with a smile but in the back of her mind, she was ready to be on defense.

“Well, my son tells us that you’re from a criminal family. So what part do you play in yours?” He asked well more like stated very bluntly.

“Father!” Damian yelled as the rest screamed

“Bruce!”

“Master Bruce-” Alfred started as well, about to defend the young girl.

“Well, Mr. Wayne. I know how to run every single part of my family’s operation. Do I agree with every single thing they do? No. Do I run parts of my family’s operation? Not all the time. Rarely ever, actually. Just because I’m from acriminal family and I know how to run every part of what they do, doesn’t mean I’m apart of it. Does not mean I want to run it, or join it, or even take over. It just means I know what my parents do and how they do it.” Y/n turned her head to face Bruce who sat at the end of the table. She explained that whole thing looking him directly in the eyes. The whole room went silent.

“That good enough for you Master Bruce?” Alfred asked controlling his expression so she doesn’t smile.

“Merry Christmas, Y/n.” Bruce gave a smile her way. A Bruce Wayne smile, but still.

As everyone went back to eating, Jason grabbed her hand under the table. “I’ll take it.” Y/n leaned in near him and whiphered.

“I love you” Jay smirked, kissing her cheek.

“I love you too.” Y/n smiled and kissed him on the lips quickly before they got back to eating.

After dinner and an hour of just hanging around and talking Jason and Y/n left to go home. After saying their goodbyes.

“So was this a good substitute Christmas?” Jason asked as they headed home in the car.

“Very” she nodded

“Maybe we could do it again next year. Assuming your parents aren’t in some kind of imprisonment.” he suggested

“I think that can be arranged.” Y/n smiled before it turned into a smirk and she continued. “Maybe next year we can tell your family which crime family I’m from since this worked so well.”

Jason’s eyes widened at the thought. “If we do, we may be spending it at yours, not mine.”

“I’m fine with that.” she winked

[littlesliceofmarvel]

Manipulating a God | chpt. four

Synopsis: Trying to break the information out of Loki during the attack of 2012 wasn’t exactly the easiest task, but it was a challenge you were willing to take head on. So, what happened when a master manipulator tried to get information from the God of Mischief?

Series warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, blood and gore

Pairings: Stark!Reader x Loki

A/N: sooooo. i am sooooo sorry it has been so long. there have been many personal/school/work issues the past few weeks and i have neglected this. :( But, I am back and very excited to continue. So, i hope you all enjoy and thanks sososo much for you patience i love you all. xoxoxoxoxo

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Since agreeing to the case of investigating Loki, the entire team had been throwing tidbits and important information your way any chance they could get.  You told them you were listening, jotting down everything in your mental notepad, but honestly, you were more confident about the whole thing than they thought. Thor was the only one who seemed to believe you could handle it yourself. Of course, he didn’t view Loki as a murderer the same way everyone else did, but he was also the one who really knew what Loki was capable of.

Thor told you a lot about Loki’s history and childhood; a frost giant, taken in by Odin, given the impression that he could eventually rule, living in incredible self-doubt, all that jazz. Small, personal things you hadn’t found on Google. You debated questioning him about the whole ‘Loki fucking a giant wolf’ thing but figured that that wasn’t information you needed - nor wanted - to know.

Tony on the other hand wanted to stop you as best as he could. He even tried locking you in your room once or twice (or five times.) Of course, he was fully on board with dragging Loki through verbal (and probably physical) Hell to get information that was desired, but he was worried you would fall victim to his lies and lose your mind, and in his words ‘have a Joker-like descent into madness.’

You couldn’t say you had the same vision, but we all know Tony can be quite the drama queen.

Steve, who you now trusted more than you thought you could, told you he’d be there for you if ever you needed help. Apparently being a part of the second World War could help this situation, so he offered you some strange advice on how to hold your ground. Your favorite, for example, was; “if ever he tells you he’s going to be a wonderful ruler, don’t trust him, Hitler said the same.” Steve had good intentions, sure, but his constant reminiscing made you feel as if you were a child listening to their grandfather speak about how ‘getting to school was so much harder in my day.’

Natasha, who was quite trained in the field of manipulation as well, gave you some tips she learnt in her mysterious past - some of which you already knew. Always form a connection. Listen to them. Don’t put them down if you want them to trust you. Simple things that worked wonders. Things you had used before, mostly on Tony, but they worked either way. 

Sure, Loki was of another world, and he was the infamous God of Mischief. So, he had an obvious advantage over you, and you’d admit, a part of you was worried that he wouldn’t fall for you tactics and eventually be the one to drag you down to the deep dark depths. But, you were willing to take this challenge head on and nothing was going to stop you. For now, at least. If ever Loki dug his claws into your lungs to the point where you were gasping for breath and surrender was the only option, you’d opt out. But your goal was to not let it get to that point.

You hadn’t actually gotten the chance to speak one on one with Loki since his capturing, but Fury gave you a rundown of his so-called ‘prison’ chamber to ensure your safety. Which button to press if Loki went ballistic, where the security cameras were hidden out, which button to press to drop the cage - the basics. He also told you there’d always be someone listening in at all times, so if ever there was danger and you somehow didn’t sense it, you wouldn’t be alone.

But finally, today was your first day in getting to start breaking him down, and a part of you was slightly looking forward to it. On the countless times you had used your manipulative tactics to gain information from people in order to save your slightly self-sacrifical brother, none of it felt like it was up to the standard of actually being of worldly, even grave importance. The information you were trying to get from this guy was going to be do-or-die, and the sadistic side of you was slightly exhilarated at the thought.

“Alright, Y/N, are you ready to start? Remember, I’ll be watching everything,” Fury warned as if you were his daughter and about to go hang out with someone of the opposite sex for the first time.

“Yes, dad, I know you’ll be watching,” you reassured him, following him into the room where Loki was being kept, the loud thud of your overly-eager footsteps startling the man at the computer when you entered the room.

The dark, circular room was surrounding by computers, machines, pipes, wires, anything technological that you could think of. The only light source, though, seemed to be coming from the glowing white cage in the center of the room. The overwhelming scent of metal was almost aggressively jabbing at your nostrils, but you weren’t too affected - this is what Tony usually smells like after his Iron Man expeditions. You eventually turned your attention to the man standing in the center of the room.

When your eyes landed on him, you ended up staring more than you wanted. He looked so much worse than the first time you saw him. His pale, white complexion looked almost green, the deep indent of his eyes and cheekbones resembled the deepest craters and the pale blue of his eyes dulled down to a lifeless grey. His hair was messier, the little points at the end no longer bouncy, almost looking discouraged. You know, if it were possible for hair to have that emotion.

Fury had dismissed himself quietly and walked back out the same door, leaving you and Loki glaring at each other. You could tell he was reading you the same way you were him. His long cloak stayed put on his shoulders, but somehow, it looked just as dead as the rest of him. 

“So, is this the best Fury has to offer?” His sultry voice spiked your ears, and you almost forgot you were here to actually speak to him, the staring contest feeling like it had lasted eight years. 

“If anything, I think I’m the best Fury has. Period.” You shrugged, eyeing the small metal chair placed in front of his cell. You slowly walked over to it, fully aware of the God’s undivided attention following your every move. 

He chuckled lowly at your comment as you sat down, “So, to what do I owe this insufferable thrill?” 

Insufferable thrill?

“I’d like to think of myself as an angelic pleasure, but whatever suits your fancy,” you replied, crossing your legs and leaning back against the cold metallic chair, brushing past Loki’s insult. 

Remember: don’t let him affect you.

“Why are you here?” He quipped, the teasing tone of his voice gone as he sat down in his cell, eyes boring into you as he searched for his answers.

Your mind thought up of something to justify your presence, “Uh - is it true you fucked a giant wolf?”

Smooth. Real smooth. 

“Where did you hear this?” He asked, slightly more amused than he had previously been. His lips formed upwards into a subtle smirk, slightly confirming your question which once again, you didn’t really want an answer to. 

“Never mind, uh, I actually have something serious I want to ask you,” you brushed past your initial awkward question, trying to set the tone that you were going to ask the questions around here and not the other way around. 

He raised his hand as if to say ‘go ahead,’ leading you to proceed with your so-called interrogation.

“What’s the interest in Earth?” You found yourself asking, out of both curiosity and in following with Fury’s plan. Loki leaned back against the glass, crossing his arms as he took in your question.

He seemed to ponder, “Have we not gone over the cockroach metaphor--”

“Yeah, yeah, we have,” you rolled your eyes, “but seriously, out of all the galaxies and planets that have life and resources, what is it with out little home that’s caught your specific attention?”

His face seemed to drop slightly as you said ‘your’ - almost as if referring to the attack as ‘his’ had somehow upset him. He looked down to the ground, uncrossing his arms before making eye contact once more.

“Earth has something - something very valuable, priceless, something we’ve been looking for.” 

If you didn’t know better, you’d think his tone was somewhat luring - as if he wanted you to ask for more information, but at the same time, wanted you to stay away from the details. It didn’t really make senseYou scanned him with your eyes once more. His body was slouched, showing vulnerability. If anything, this was way too easy. He had to be playing you somehow.

“What have we got that you want? Obama? Maybe some chicken wings?” 

Loki scoffed, “No, you dim-wit. Something much more valuable than some Earthling. Or  cheap food. Besides, your puny human brain wouldn’t be able to comprehend the power that I could find here.”

You made a mental note to bring that exact quote up to Fury later - the tone of Loki’s voice led you to believe there was subtext or some sort of hidden meaning that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“And what is this ‘power’ you speak of? Spill the tea, Loki,” you responded, leaning forward in your chair to listen better. Sure, you could hear just fine from the previous position you were in, but your subconscious says otherwise.

“As if I’d tell you,” he rolled his eyes once more, “I know Fury’s sent you here just to get information from me, but it won’t work that easy, I know they’re all listening in.” A smirk made its way onto his lips as he caught onto your act.

You knew Loki would catch on to what you were doing eventually - I mean, you were here to get information, and that was obvious, but a part of you felt as if you had already failed your little quest and it hadn’t even been ten minutes. But honestly, what else was he supposed to think with you coming in here and asking questions? You were here to get information.

Struggling to find your next words, you started laughing. Loki raised an eyebrow in confusion, looking around to check if there was some sort of joke he hadn’t seen.

“Ha, you think that’s why I’m here? To just wait around and work with what you’ve got at your pace?” you toned down the laughter slightly, regaining your breath, “Please, we wouldn’t go through that much trouble, we just want you dead. Or gone. Fury’s already planned the ten thousand ways he could behead you. No, no, we’re not that desperate, nor are you that important. I’m here because once I get framed with murder for ripping you apart, I’ll be able to justify it.”

Loki’s smirk dropped, the amusement disappearing from his eyes, “What did you just say to me?”

Chuckling once more, you raised an eyebrow at him, “What? Don’t like it when someone talks back to you, Mister Hot-Shot?” you leaned back in the chair, “Get used to it.”

Loki let out a sassed-filled sigh, dropping his shoulders as if he had been scolded, and started to mumble what sounded like, “No, it was just unnecessary.”

Now it was your turn to scoff as Loki took offence, looking like a small child who had been denied cookies before dinner. Your amusement spiked at his behaviour, his avoidance of eye contact being the cherry on top. 

“You’re such a child,” you remarked, the unmissable pout disappearing from his lips, his eyes snapped back up to you as he stood up to defend himself.

“A child? Please, I’m over a thousand years old, have experienced wars, loss, have wrecked havoc - I have seen things your eyes can’t even begin to comprehend, and I am a God,” he was now right in front of you, of course separated by glass, but intimidating nonetheless, “Do not refer to me as a child--”

“You don’t have to be so touchy,” you smirked, standing up as well, “Sit down.”

Not used to taking commands, Loki blinked multiple times as he registered your words, practically discarding everything he just said about himself. Silently, he sat back down, leaving you to mentally swim around in victory.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen, Loki,” you placed your hands behind your back (you felt like Fury) as you started to walk around the circular cell, Loki’s eyes glued to you, “You are going to tell me what’s going on. I don’t care how much you think your honour and God-liness is going to prevent that - I will eventually get the answers I’m looking for. Now, you can either cooperate and get yourself sent safely back to Asgard - or we can do this the hard way - and believe me, with a team of enhanced superheroes who have a lot of fucking built-up anger and long-lasting unresolved issues, I can’t see that as being fun for you. Unless, of course, you’ve got some sort of dark sadistic torture kink, that is.”

You had made your way around the whole cell by now and were standing by the door, Loki’s eyes still stuck on you like flex tape, his mouth slightly open. To say you were basking like a champion would be an understatement. You felt over the fucking moon right now, having left the God of Mischief speechless on your first day of your mission. His lips formed into a smirk once he caught up to what you had said. 

A small smirk formed on your lips too as you turned away, “Anyways, I need to go eat, my stomach’s been gurgling for a while now, so whenever I return, you can feel free to give me what I’m looking for. Have a lovely evening, Loki.”

You swayed in pride as you walked out of the room, Loki not uttering another word as you disappeared from his sight. Part of you felt as if you could have stuck around a little more to apply a bit more pressure, but at the same time, you didn’t want him thinking you were giving him all of your attention. He’d probably love that too much. 

Making your way back into the main control room, you noticed Tony, Steve, and Thor huddled around the table, probably having watched your encounter with the dark-haired man. Fury stood not far away, hands clasped behind his back, his eye on you as you entered the room.

“How’d I do on my first day, boss?” You asked, a small smile playing at your lips. Fury sighed, looking over to Tony who had now stood up.

“Well, you were only in there for twenty minutes, so it was short--” Fury began speaking until he was cut off by Tony’s obnoxiously loud voice.

“I didn’t realize how much of a badass you were, lil sis,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning in to say the last part to you instead of yelling it to the whole room, “You make me proud.”

You chuckled, leaning in to his touch, “Gee, thanks big brother.”

“As I was saying,” Fury regained your attention, “It was short, but effective. You’ve left him thinking.”

Fury pointed to the screen which displayed the room you were just in. Loki was sitting in the same position, his eyes still glued to the door that you walked out of not five minutes ago, that damed smirk still on his lips.

“What can I say? I have that effect on men,” you smirked, a strange wave of confidence coming over you from who knows where. Fury groaned slightly, ignoring your comment. Tony played the exact same reaction.

“You’ve messed with his mind, that’s a good first step. But, you’re going to have to be more logical than emotional from now on. You got this.”

You grinned, patting Fury on the shoulder as you made your way to the small array of snacks on the table. You couldn’t lie, a part of you was left thinking about Loki too. You didn’t really like it, but at the same time, it helped you process what had just happened. You remembered the mental note you had made to yourself while talking to Loki, but figured you’d bring it up once your stomach got food. Fury’s ears were probably dealing with a lot right now since Maria just dragged him away, blabbing about some computer errors.

Thankfully, someone had brought out some food (finally) and you were grabbing just about everything you could - salad, crackers, cheese, whatever was in front of you. If this was what being aboard the helicarrier brought you, maybe you could live with it. 

For now, you continued to think about what you were going to go over with Loki tomorrow, and hoping that things would work out much better now that you stood your ground. 

You were proud of yourself too, in all honesty. Loki’s shock to your statement might have just been some sort of game, but at the same time, you had the guts to say it. That’s what mattered, and that’s what was important. 

Fury’s words echoed into your head as Tony started a conversation with Thor about how hotdogs weren’t sandwiches. 

You got this.

Damn right, you did.

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Joker’s Daughter - Part 2

Previous: Part 1

Next: Part 3

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“Daddy! You’re home!!” You cy, scrambling down the stairs, “I missed you!”

“Hello, Princess! How’s my favorite girl?”

“I’m the best, daddy! I had so much fun with, Uncle Frost! “

The Joker grinned, “I’m sure you did, Pumpkin. Did Frosty keep you busy while daddy handled business?”

“Yup!” You glance behind him, confused, “Where’s momma?”

“She wanted to spend some time with Poison Ivy tonight.” The Joker grinned, “The girls have a plan for Batsy”

You giggle and clap your hands, “I hope they have fun! But” you clear your throat, “daddy can I have something?”

“You can have whatever you want, princess! You know that!” you can already see the manic glint in your daddy’s eyes, he’s already plotting how to get whatever it is to you.

“I want the Red Hood” You try to sound confident, but don’t know if you managed it.

Daddy stiffens immediately and hold you at arm’s length, “Why would you want him? You can have anyone, Princess! Why would you choose him?”

“He isn’t scared of you! That’s why!”

“Y/N …”

“You make everyone scared of you, daddy! I just want someone who will love me for me! Not for your power!” You can feel tears building up in your eyes.

“Sorry to interrupts, Mr. J but your wife is on the phone”

The Joker growled and pushed you towards your uncle, “Take her up to her room, Frost. I have business tonight”

“Daddy!”

“No, Princess. You are gonna stay here tonight, I need to take care of a few things”

You nod and quietly turn to follow Uncle Frost. You really wish that you had waited fro momma to come home, but you were just too excited to wait! Momma and daddy’s relationship had gotten better ever since she got pregnant. According to Auntie Ivy it had been really bad in the beginning, that daddy had hurt momma a lot, but it hadn’t been that way for a while.

“Do you think daddy’s mad at me, Uncle Frost?” you whisper.

“I think he was just surprised, Princess. You know he would give you anything, but you asked for a vigilante that is constantly trying to ruin Mr. J’s plans. The Red Hood seems to have a particular disliking for Mr. J too, so your father might have been a little upset”

“I met him today, Uncle Frost. I met the Red Hood, he saved me”

Frost stopped and quickly spun you around, “What do you mean he saved you?”

“When I ran away, there was a guy in the alley who grabbed me” You didn’t really see it as a big deal, but uncle Frost’s eyes widened in horror, “He didn’t touch me! Don’t worry! Red Hood beat him up for me!”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Frost hissed.

“I don’t want you to tell daddy! Please don’t!” You beg, you decide to pull out the puppy-dog eyes. Uncle Frost can’t resist those, so reluctantly he nods, “And then Hoodie and I started talking, and I gave him a kiss! And he said that he wanted to see me again! But I want to see him outside of the Hood. I want daddy to not hurt him!”

Uncle Frost sighed, “I know you really want this, and I know you don’t want him to be hurt. I also know you and Mr. J know exactly who they are under the mask. You have to give him a little time, sweetheart. He has to get used to the thought of you growing up, you know he’ll always see you as his princess.”

You wrap your uncle in a tight hug and nuzzle against him, “I really want him, Uncle Frost”

“I know you do, but you have to be patient”

“I will, promise”

“And you can’t run away anymore! You scared the shit out of me! If something had happened to you …”

“But nothing did! Nothing happened! Red Hood stopped it! It’s like I have a guardian angel watching over me!”

“Yeah, a guardian angel who likes to beat up your father, and who likes to use a gun”

You giggle, “But you like to use a gun, Uncle Frost!”

“I suppose I do, but Mr. J know I’ll die to protect you. Will your Red Hood?”

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Once again you manage to slip away from your guards, this time however you head up to the rooftops instead of into an alley.

“Y/N!! Y/N!! Not again!! Where are you?!?”

You can’t help but laugh at your Uncle Frost’s distressed voice, “Silly Uncle Frost, as if I would give up this far into the game!”

“And what are you doing all the way up here, Princess?”

You whirl around, your blue and purple streaked hair twirling around you, “Hoodie!!”

Red Hood jumped down from the taller building, landing silently next to you, “Did you run away again?”

“I had to!” You jut your bottom lip out in a pout, “Daddy’s been trying to keep me in the house. I wanted to see you. I missed you”

Jason chuckled, pulling his helmet off, “You missed me?”

“Of course I did, sugar! Daddy tried to get me to forget about you! He brought home a bunch of guys from his club, but I didn’t want any of them!! I only want you, Jaybird” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jason grinned, “It’s been a week, doll. I thought you forgot about me”

You put one hand on your chest, “I would never forget about you!”

The safety on a gun clicks off from behind you and in an instant Jason had you pushed behind him.

“Step away from my daughter” Your momma snarled

“No momma! Don’t shoot him!!” You try to get around Jason, you know that momma won’t hurt you, but she has no problem hurting anyone in the Batfamily.

Jason just continues to hold you behind him, “I’m not going to hurt her, Harley. She hasn’t done anything wrong”

“Yeah, and the minute she does you’re going to turn against her. You’re going to hurt my princess, and I’m not going to let you do that, I’m not going to let anyone hurt her” Momma ended up screaming at the end. She raised the gun, ready to shoot.

“Please!” you sob, “Please don’t hurt him”

“Your daddy told me about your infatuation, honey. Puddin’ said you wanted to see him for a date, and then Frosty said that you had managed to get away from the guards and from the house. I knew exactly where my girl was heading, so all I had to do was find Red Hood here, and I knew I would find you”

“Momma please, I’ll go with you. I won’t see him anymore, I promise. Just-just don’t hurt him” you beg.

“No” Jason snapped, “I won’t just give up on you like that, Y/N! You’ve proven that you’re different, that you aren’t a killer, or at least that you don’t kill without due cause.”

“You’ll let her go, Hood, or I’ll shoot you”

“I said no” Jason growled

“Jason please, just let me go, I don’t want her to hurt you, you know momma will. She won’t hesitate”

“You have until the count of three to let my Princess go. One” the gun cocked, “two” momma aims right for Jason’s chest, and you tense, “Three” the gun goes off.

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Joker x Reader x Harley Quinn

Prompt: Hello! I loved what you did with the Buried Treasure request! I was wondering if i could request a Joker x Harley x Reader. Where the reader is joker and Harleys daughter that got separated from them at birth and they find out that Bruce Wayne has been raising her and try to get her back?

{A/N} Hi puddin’s! I know a couple of you were looking forward to this one! I hope I did it some justice. I was considering continuing it down the line but I’m not sure! If ya have any ideas (or want) for a part two, let your favorite jester know!

xo Harley

Warnings: A kidnapping.

Wayne Manor was a perfect vision as snow fell from the sky on a cold winter’s morning. The windows were frosted with ice and the large fireplace that you’d always adored in the winter months growing up was burning brightly with logs, the woodsy scent filling the air. You approached the hearth, leaving your slippers in front of it to warm them up as you plopped beside your father, Bruce Wayne. Or as the rest of Gotham knew him: Batman.

“Mornin’, dad!” you said, curling up beside him as you waited for your slippers to warm.

“{Y/N}, you’re up early,” he said, averting his eyes from the television for a moment to look at you.

“Yeah, something wouldn’t let me sleep. It was like I kept hearing someone talk to me, but no one was there. Weird.”

Bruce only set his eyes back on the news, shrugging gently.

“Maybe it was a dream.”

“Probably,” you agreed.

Bruce was the perfect father to you. He truly deserved the ‘best dad ever’ mugs you saw everyone with. If there was a problem, he’d fix it. If you were sick, he’d nurse you back to health, and if you needed anything in this wide world, he would get it for you. You’d never met your mother, or really even heard anything about her, but at a young age you came to terms with the fact that Bruce was more than enough. Though he was gone for work quite often, he did the best he could. 

Growing up, you never really saw the same similaries in his features that you did with you friends and their parents. In fact, when you looked in the mirror, you saw none of his features at all, but decided that whoever your mother was, her genes must’ve been the more dominant ones.

You were a normal girl growing up, nothing out of the ordinary ever really happened to you. But when boredom struck, you’d daydream about impossible things, like coming face to face with Gotham’s worst criminals, or their best heroes; joining forces with good against evil. But in your deepest, darkest fantasies, evil against good.

There was always an unknown force pulling at you to be deliciously bad, but the way your father raised you, you never acted on any impulse such as that. As you grew older, your mind began to shift and blossom with strange ideas. You pushed them down as far as possible. There was nothing you wanted less than to disappoint Bruce. Lately though, you’d been dealing with a new phenomena- the voices in your head. Not being used to them and their chatter, it kept you up more often than not.

“I just hate that they’ve been keeping me awake,” you sighed.

Alfred approached then, bearing a hot cup of tea, steam rising from the porcelain as he carefully handed you the small plate and cup.

“Miss, {Y/N},” he began before turning to Bruce with a glint in his eye. “Master Wayne, might I suggest you turn in for the night? Now that it’s the morning.”

You sit upright, almost spilling your tea in shock as you set eyes on your father.

“Dad! You haven’t slept yet?”

“Thanks, Alfred,” he offered a knowing grin before turning back to you.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I’ve been..”

“No excuses,” you interrupted, sipping gingerly from your cup before speaking again. “Please go to bed. It’s not healthy to stay up the way you have been lately. I don’t want you to wear yourself out.”

You cared deeply about your father. There was no one else on the planet that you could’ve loved or trusted more. You only wanted to help him, and if that meant bossing him around like you assumed your mother would’ve had she been around, you’d do it with a smile.

He sighed, ultimately defeated. His weakness had always been you, and though you always knew that, you only used it when it benefited him, if only in the long run. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he geared up to head upstairs.

“They’ll be there in the morning, Master Wayne,” you heard Alfred say quietly to him before he handed off the remote to you.

For a moment, you wondered who he was talking about, but respecting their privacy, especially since he’d been around far longer than you, you politely ignored it. Bruce leaned down, kissing your forehead delicately and squeezing your shoulder.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he smiled.

“You’d lose a lot more sleep!” You quipped, and he made his way up to his room, clearly exhausted.

“Alfred?” You called, turning to face him, but he had disappeared, too.

You shrugged. Guess it’s just me, myself and I today.

-x-x-x-

“Puddin’!” Harley exclaimed as she bounded through the large double doors to the master bedroom. There The Joker stood, leaning against the window with his palm pressed against the freezing cold glass. He was deep in thought, that much was certain, but Harley didn’t care.

His jaw tensed up, his eyes slowly coming back from the daze they were in as he turned around to face her. She reeled back only slightly as he spoke.

“Now Harley, what did I tell ya about interrupting me when I’m busy?”

“I.. I’m sorry, puddin’.. But, Mistah J, I.. I found her..!” She squeaked, holding up a piece of paper.

On second glance, it looked like she’d been crying, and while J didn’t exactly care, deep, deep down he hated to see her of all people in such an emotional state; if only because it was so darn annoying.

“Who?” He drew out, his eyes wide as he lifted his hands.

“Our baby, J. Our little puddin’..”

Harley’s voice was soft, something The Joker wasn’t used to anymore either.

“She’s been with… With that stupid bat! Tha whole fuckin’ time!” She exploded again, back to her firecracker disposition.

He simply turned around again and cracked his neck slowly, his eyes drifting about the snow that fell just outside of the glass. The voices in his head chattered a million miles a minute as he tried to wrap his head around what she’d just said. Unable to quiet them down, he let out a loud growl before pulling a gun from the holster he wore at all times and cocking it before swiftly turning around on his heel.

“Then let’s go get her, baby,” he purred with a wide grin.

-x-x-x-

The fire roared in its place as you dozed off on the couch, casting a soft orange glow upon everything before it. Winter had always been your favorite time of year and you were snug as a bug under a large knitted blanket. The television was on low volume, and everything about that morning felt cozy as you floated through dreamland, finally catching up on some of the sleep you’d missed thanks to the chattering in your head the previous night. All was calm… until-

“She’s so beautiful, J,” a voice whispered.

“Shut up, you’ll wake her,” another whispered back.

“She looks just like ya..”

Thud.

“Ow! Okay, okay!”

You stirred in your sleep with an audible sigh, coming out of your slumber just slightly as you figured the chatter was back, though the voices were not ones you’d recognized before, or as coherent as usual. At least you’d enjoyed the peace and quiet while you could, but after a soft gasp emitted from one of the voices, a strange smell filled your nostrils. It was only seconds before you were back in dreamland, and the voices fell radio silent.

When you woke up again, you were no longer in your cozy spot on the couch, tucked under your favorite blanket. Instead, you were in the middle of a large bed, surrounded by a black comforter and red pillows. It took a few seconds to realize you weren’t in your home anymore, jumping curtly the moment you were coherent enough to take notice of your new surroundings.

“Oh my god!” You yelled, bolting upright. “Where am I? What’s going on?!”

Panic set in as you untucked yourself from this new blanket in someone else’s bed. When you lifted your head to scan your surroundings, you saw what felt like your worst nightmare sitting the in corner in a large throne-like chair.

“Oh good.. You’re up.. Harley!” The man called, and before too long, a blonde leapt through the doorway.

The man who sat in the chair had striking features. His hair was green, his teeth were metal and his eyes were bluer than any you’d ever seen before. The word “damaged” was written across his forehead, and the way his eyes fell on the girl who ran into the room, you knew they were the kind of item everyone said they were.

The blonde on the other hand, was just as tattooed and her hair that was usually seen in pigtails on the news laid in waves around her face instead. Her lips were red and her skin was like porcelain. They were a sight to behold, two gorgeous people in one room. But as you looked at them, you saw something familiar: something you just couldn’t put your finger on. What could I possibly see in the infamous Joker and Harley Quinn that would be.. familiar?

“Don’t be scared!” Harley urged, holding her hands up. “We.. we’re not gonna hurt ya. We just wanted ta’ see, ya, sweetheart..”

Your brow furrowed as you listened to her speak, unable to form a true sentence as The Joker stood from his seat, approaching the bed.

“What do you want from me?” You asked cautiously through the emotion catching your vocal chords.

To remain unphased by this kidnapping would be impossible. To actually believe they weren’t trying to hurt you was even more impossible. The Joker didn’t speak, he simply eyed you, a look of longing in his eyes as he turned to face the window again. You were frightened, that much was certain. All you could think about was if your father was alright; if he could sense how much you needed him in that moment.

“I know ya don’t recognize us, well, for what we are. But.. You’re our daughter!”

Harley Quinn apparently had no tact or bedside manner.

“No,” You retort immediately. “No way.”

As the cogs in your mind began to work in overdrive, the room around you spun. Trying to process the information she’d just nonchalantly spilled onto you was overwhelming.

“No..” you said again as your eyes studied her features, and then J’s profile as he stared out of the window. “That can’t… But my father…”

A wide grin crossed Harley’s lips as she nodded, clearly excited despite your fading into an emotional blackout. The voices in your head seemed to laugh at you as your ears rang and stars filled your eyes. In what felt like seconds, you were opening your eyes again in a panic, clutching onto the blankets with trembling fingers underneath you as a hand wiped a cloth over your forehead.

“There she is,” Harley whispered, a concerned look on her features now as you came to once more. “I thought maybe we lost ya all over again!”

You shook your head, completely disbelieving of the story you were being fed. Still, in your hazy state, you weren’t sure what to believe anymore.

“Prove it,” you mumbled under her hand, closing your eyes again as you tried to calm down.

It crossed your mind that your father might not realize you were gone thanks to his lack of sleep. You didn’t have your phone with you, and you knew he’d be a worrying mess when he did wake up and you weren’t there. Before you had time to ask, a piece of paper was being held before your face by a pale, tattooed hand.

“Your birth certificate,” The Joker purred.

You opened your eyes again, your brows seemingly in a permanent state of furrowed as your eyes met his intense gaze before landing on the paper before you, scanning all the pertinent information.

Gotham City, USA.

Arkham Asylum.

Mother: Harleen F. Quinzel. Father: blank.

“They wouldn’t put Mistah J on the dotted line, can ya believe that?” Harley griped as you continued to read.

There it was at the bottom, your very birthday and the time you were born, and at the top, your name. You had seen this exact document before, though the names weren’t Harleen and unknown, and you certainly weren’t born in an asylum. It clicked though, and it clicked all too well. Your features never resembled Bruce Wayne. They resembled Harley and The Joker.

Your eyes fell shut as he took the paper away, not wanting to believe this was actually happening. Your father was your world, but in that moment you didn’t know how you felt anymore. It felt wrong to want to be happy to know where you actually came from. Regardless of anything, Bruce raised you your entire life. You couldn’t just hop onto their side. A pang of hurt and anger pulled at your emotions, too. How could they just abandon me? As though she knew what you were thinking, Harley spoke up.

“They locked my ass up in Arkham when I was pregnant with ya. I wasn’t quick enough to get away, I guess,” she started, a soft giggle emitting from her cherry lips.

“But they kept me in there, an’ the moment you were born…” she paused, and you watched as anger and sorrow filled her eyes in the form of faint tears. “They took ya away from me, {Y/N}.. From us.”

A loud crash echoed through the room, startling you as your eyes immediately landed on the direction it came from. The Joker has thrown everything off of a table in the corner; his own fit of rage at the loss they suffered.

“An’ then when I asked where ya were, what they did with ya.. They laughed at me. They’d already given ya ta’ the first person who walked in. We thought it was someone else, someone who only wanted ya for some kind of sick reason.. We looked for ya up an’ down, no dice every time. Come ta’ find out it was just Bats wanting to do good for an ‘otherwise disadvantaged child,’” she said, spitting out her last statement as though it were completely despicable.

“B-bats..?”

“Oh sweetie, ya didn’t know?” Harley asked, her tone just below condescending.

“What do you think your father does at night?” The Joker spoke up finally, his slender fingers hanging air quotes around the word father. “Hangs out at.. business meetings at 3 AM?” He laughed abruptly.

“He’s been doin’ nothin’ but causin’ us trouble. We shoulda known,” Harley chimed in.

The emotion in her voice was raw, and the lack thereof on The Joker’s clenched jaw spoke just as many volumes. You’d seen them on T.V., spoken about them to your friends, even feared them on walks home from school growing up. These people were criminals, psychopaths… but they were your parents. And to find out the man who’d been raising you was no ordinary man, either, was more than you could handle. There was far too much information to wrap your head around, causing you to feel faint all over again.

While it all seemed like some far fetched story to hold you hostage for some kind money or precious item from Bruce, you had more reason to believe them than not. They didn’t ask for anything, they didn’t necessarily keep you there against your will. As Harley set the cloth down, she stared at you the way only a mother could; a way you’d never felt before. It was then that you knew it had to be true.

Maybe it was it was vulnerability you were feeling, maybe it was the lack of being able to process things correctly. But you sat up, ignoring the head rush that plagued you and wrapped your arms around Harley in a tight embrace. Her arms immediately engulfed your frame, and you felt the smallest sob swell in her chest against you.

Tears pricked your own waterline as she held you, petting the back of your hair tenderly. Suddenly, you felt at home. As though the cosmos had aligned and put you exactly where you needed to be. You loved your father, you always would; but a new door seemed to present itself to you, even if it was in the form of a kidnapping. For a moment you began to wonder if the crazy ran through your blood, too, for thinking that way. The voices kicked up again, and you winced, bringing your hands to either side of your head quickly.

“It’s tha’ voices, in-nit? Don’t worry, ya get used to ‘em after a while. In fact, they kinda become like built in friends,” the blonde grinned, and it was contagious as you found yourself grinning back.

“Alright, enough of the chit chat..” The Joker said, turning to face you both as he pulled a gun from the worn out leather holster. “We’re going to have a very angry Bat on our hands, Harls…”

She sighed, the usual chipperness you’d seen in her on television seemingly gone for a moment.

“Why don’t we just bring her back, puddin’? Now that she knows everythin’, he’s gotta let her decide!”

“Are you crazy?” He asked her, clearly amused at his own joke.

She looked a him with a blank expression, as though he were serious. “Well, yeah.”

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The Lucky Boomerang - Part 15 (The End)

Summary: It was widely known that Captain Boomerang didn’t work well with others; a true statement, until one particular accomplice caught his attention. His decision to spare her caused the pair to become deadly. They were nearly as famous as the Clown couple themselves. Renowned for her easy escapes and incredible stealth, Lady Luck was an appropriate partner for the Aussie bank robber. Their luck changes when a certain metahuman brings them both to Belle Reve Penitentiary and they are forced into joining Task Force X. (Side note: In this imagine, Boomerang is at Belle Reve)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

(Captain Boomerang x Reader)

Warnings: Lots of fluff and feels!

Word Count: 1,419

A/N: The final part! A year ago, I started this fic and now here we are on the last chapter! I know this is a little overdramatic, but hey that’s me. I’ve had so much fun writing this and I hope you guys have enjoyed reading this! Please send me in requests if you have any ideas for other series I could do. I’ve got a few ideas lined up that I hope you’ll like! For now, it’s time to say good bye to The Lucky Boomerang and a fic that has been one hell of a journey! I hope you enjoy this!

Prison was different now. It felt strange. There was something in the air that didn’t sit right with any of them. They had tasted freedom and, to an extent, they’d had it. But, they wanted more.

(Y/N) missed Harley, seeing as they were now on opposite sides of the facility and never saw each other. They only saw Deadshot when he was being escorted back to his cell from his visits with his daughter. The guards wouldn’t let him stop, but he always yelled a greeting as he went past.

(Y/N) counted her blessings that she could sleep in the same bed as Digger every night. They shared a cell, a bed and a life. It wasn’t the house with the white picket fence, but it was enough, for now.

They sat on the bed, cuddled up next to each other. (Y/N) was reading a book, while Digger played with her hair. They were back in the usual prison uniforms, but with a little more character this time. Dig chose to wear a tank top, instead of the beige prison shirt, and (Y/N) had fashioned hers into a crop top. She’d used Digger’s shirt and ripped it into a sort of bandana, to hold her hair out of her eyes while she read.

“I know it’s not what we imagined, but I’m happy,” (Y/N) looked up from her book. She leaned up and kissed Digger gently on the lips. He stopped plaiting her hair and pulled her closer to him.

“We’re together, Lady. That’s what counts.”

“I don’t think we’ll ever get our own house, or a normal job, or even a baby…”

“Hey!” Digger interrupted, “We can have a baby if you want. It’ll be the damn best-looking baby anyone has ever seen.” He winked.

“We can’t bring a baby into this life. We can’t raise it in prison,” (Y/N) sighed and closed the book in her lap. “Plus, I doubt Waller would let us keep it.”

“Screw Waller. No one is taking our kid away from us,” Digger clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. Lady put her hands on his cheeks. “I won’t let them,” he said. He kissed the palms of her hands.

(Y/N)’s eyebrows pulled together. “What is it?” Digger asked, confused.

“Can you hear that?”

They sat for a second, listening. In the distance, there was a faint rumbling, like thunder. Then, an almighty crash shook the room.

“For fucks sake, can’t we have five minutes of peace?” Digger huffed, lifting Lady off his lap. The pair stood facing the door, ready for an attack. They heard footsteps running down the hall and braced themselves. That was when a familiar face appeared in the cell window.

“Hiya, guys! We’ve come to rescue you!” Harley beamed. Both Digger and (Y/N) relaxed and rushed forwards. That was when another face appeared in the window, white as a sheet and with shocking green hair. It was the Joker.

“You’re alive?” (Y/N) asked.

“Looks like it,” Joker growled and Harley squealed. They heard jangling and suddenly the door swung open. Harley jumped on (Y/N).

“It’s so great to see you! We have so much to catch up on!” the blonde spoke so quickly it was a struggle for (Y/N) to understand.

“Nice to meet you, mate,” Digger addressed Joker, nodding warily.

“Let’s go,” Joker muttered, pulling Harley off of (Y/N).

“Well, he seems like fun,” (Y/N) muttered to Digger. He chuckled.

They moved with caution out of the cell, constantly checking for guards. Harley and Joker were up ahead.

“They’re all dead if that’s you’re worried about,” Joker said over his shoulder.

“What about the prisoners, like Deadshot and Croc?” Lady asked.

“They’re waiting for us outside,” Harley turned, giggling.

“And Flag and Waller?” Digger’s question was tainted with a hint of worry.

“Soldier is on his honeymoon and the bitch is in some ‘secret’ facility in France,” Joker responded, using air quotes on the word ‘secret’.

“How do you know all this?” (Y/N) asked, just as cautious of the clown as Digger was.

“Puddin’ has eyes all over the place,” Harley said, proudly. They stopped by a door and Joker made swift work of kicking it down.

“I could’ve done that,” Dig muttered, puffing his chest out a little.

“I know you could,” (Y/N) chuckled, patting his arm.

It was pitch black outside. Being in prison all day meant they lost track of the time. They slept when they felt tired and they ate when the food came through the door. There was no real routine. Deadshot and Croc stood just outside the door. Deadshot looked a little jumpy, but relaxed when he saw who it was. Digger went over to him and patted his back. “Good to see you, mate.” He looked at Croc and nodded a greeting, worried about getting his hand bitten off if he got too close.

Joker wasted no time waiting. “Everyone here is dead. It won’t be long before back-up arrives so we need to leave now.”

Harley was gazing up at him, hanging onto every word he said.

(Y/N)’s stomach did a flip when she realised what was happening. They were going to escape. They were getting out of this hell-hole. There was an actual chance that they could live the life they’d dreamed about.

The small group moved silently out of the facility. It seemed too easy. Once they were out, Croc parted from the group, grunting something about a sewer before disappearing into the night.

“As soon as we get to the city, I’m jumping ship too. I gotta get my daughter before anyone else does,” Deadshot informed them. It made sense. If the cops got word that there had been an escape, they’d search Zoe’s home. It would be the first place they’d think he would be. But if he got there quick enough, he could grab her and run.

That left (Y/N) thinking. Where would she and Boomer go?

As if reading her mind, Digger said, “I have a few of my old hiding spots in mind. I think we should lay low there for a few days before trying to find a more permanent situation.” Lady nodded, relieved that at least he seemed to have a plan.

Joker had an escape vehicle, just a plain white van, parked around the back. One of his accomplices, who introduced himself as Frost, was driving. As soon as the group were in, he sped off, headed straight for the city. The Joker had some mastermind plan for how to remain inconspicuous, but he didn’t let any of the others in on it. (Y/N) didn’t even think Harley knew what he had planned.

It didn’t take long before they were parked up in a back alley in the slightly rougher area of the city.

“This is where we leave you,” the Joker said. “Me and Harls got to get moving.” He didn’t say where they would be. (Y/N) guessed that was part of his effort to remain low-profile. She didn’t think it would last very long. He and Harley were the king and queen of Gotham. It wouldn’t be long before they re-claimed their thrones and were out causing chaos again. (Y/N) just hoped they wouldn’t get caught this time. She worried for Harley’s safety and just wanted to see her friend happy.

Harley leaned over and pulled Lady into a big hug. “Promise we’ll see each other again?”

“Of course!” Lady squeezed her tightly. Joker tapped his foot, impatiently. (Y/N) shot him a look. She wasn’t afraid of him, not any more at least.

“Let’s get moving, Lady,” Digger took (Y/N)’s hand and helped her out of the van. “Catch ya later, craziness,” he nodded to Harley. She gave him a wide, toothy grin.

No sooner had they stepped out of the van, Joker slammed the doors and they disappeared in a cloud of dust and dirt. Lady watched them go, tears threatening to erupt. She coughed a little, composing herself, before looking up at Digger. He brought his thumb up to her cheek and wiped away a tear that had managed to escape. “We’ll see her again, I’m sure,” he comforted. “It’s time to start our own life now.” (Y/N) managed a small smile. Her stomach flipped at the thought that her dream of a life away from crime was actually a possibility. They could have a house and a family.

She reached up on her toes and pressed her lips to George’s.

“Where do we start?”

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I NEED to know how are Joker's goons with a partner they really care and love, I just have a crush in them all

Joker's Loyal Three: The Boys x Reader

Good thing they have a crush on you too anon! I’m so happy people like them so much. I love this lore building campaign about Joker’s Loyal three that we’re having!! So much content.. they deserve it!

Let’s discuss in detail down below. Grab a snack love 🖤✨

Frost

You have to be mature and ready to not only love Frost, but his daughter, Genesis too. They're a package deal and Frost refuses to let just anyone around his girl. If Gen doesn't like you, it's an automatic no. Thank you and goodbye. 👋🏾

Now if you pass the vibe check? Oh girl you set for life.

Prepare yourself for a long healthy relationship. Frost has been storing up love for someone special and once he finds you? RIP, because he’s gonna unleash it all at once. I don’t think you’re ready cuz this level of affection is so unexpected from a guy like him.

Yeah he lives up to his name and he's got MAJOR guard dog energy, (he wears his dog tags around you so you know he’s about that life) but his devotion is a raging fire that it blinds you. When it comes to his lady, Frost doesn’t hold back. Before you even think about asking for something, it's already done. And don’t get it twisted; he’s not a simp, he’s a gentleman. There’s a difference.

He's picking you up, he's dropping you off, opening doors, silently observant to your needs to cater to them, and he's always one step ahead; and he does it all without asking anything in return. That’s what distinguishes a gentleman from a simp. Frost is all about acts of service. Everything Frost does is structured and orderly so be prepared for that in a relationship. He plans a date and it’s executed to perfection, right down to the time he takes you home or if Gen is away for the night, you’re staying over... 😏

Frost is a gentle giant and quite possessive once you get close. If you’re out on the town and someone tries to hit on you— Frost magically spawns behind you, and a literal growl of “back off” is heard. He’s the best boyfriend but don’t call him that. It’s not “manly” but once he feels comfortable enough to crack a smile around you? It's over. He's locked in.

You are never getting rid of him. Don't be surprised half a year into the relationship and he's asking you to move in. He knows you're the one for him, why waste any more time?

Date ideas: Bars, Sporting events, the gym, out with him and Gen

Mac

Be prepared to be absolutely spoiled. Mac comes from old money and all his life he’s dealt with fake women and friends, wanting access to his family’s wealth. You however don’t care about the money, and that makes him feral.

Mac, despite his frat boy reputation, was raised to respect women and once he sets his eyes on you? He will worship the very ground you walk on. Of course he has to make sure you’re down bad just like he is. The first few months he’s such an arrogant jerk, you almost lose interest, but it’s Mac’s way of testing if you actually like him or just after his money.

Once you pass the vibe check, OH GIRL! He wraps you up in a fur coat and showers you with love.

100% Mac’s love language is gift giving. If he thinks you’ll like it, it’s yours. You get weekly flowers delivered to your workplace and another bouquet to your home and that’s on top of the car he orders to chauffeur you around. There’s flowers in there too. Wait, did you want the car too?! You don’t care about the gifts; but it’s stuck in his head (from past lovers) that tangible things show his love. You have to break that habit and educate this man there’s other ways to show affection.. 😏

Speaking of, Mac is constantly touching you. A hand on your waist, thigh, holding your hand, an arm thrown over your shoulder— you name it, he's doing it. He needs that reassurance that you’re with him. Some people think you’re just using him (he secretly believes it too) but after a year together when you bite your lip and ask can you move in? Big surprise!!! He already purchased a house he thinks you’ll love. And you do just as much as you love him.

Date ideas: Boat rides, flights abroad, Kentucky derby, late night car rides

Neo

You must have patience to deal with this one. He is a walking red flag so proceed with caution. That being said, it’s still possible to tame this heathen and one look into your eyes got Neo acting correct real quick.

Pulling girls isn’t an issue, it’s keeping them that’s the problem. Neo never had a serious relationship before yet he feels something click when you accidentally bumps into him. You got him so tongue tied, Mac and Frost make fun of him afterwards. The infamous Casanova short circuits at the sight of you, don’t be surprised if he hopelessly follows you around the club all night trying to get your number. Thankfully he's cool with the bf of one of your friends and gets your number that way because you vanish into thin air like the angel he believes you are.

Neo has to work extra hard not you scare you off. He knows his reputation has found it way to your ears. He’s a multiple club owner, a known plug, and secretly Joker’s hit man. The odds are not in his favor but he’ll do anything to have you in his life. The way you smile, your soft demeanor… it’s vastly different from his other flings and you are driving him insane.

It’s the first time that Neo is chasing a female, not the other way around.

He’s pulling up outside your place just to talk, I mean, yeah he wants you sexually but he wants to take things slow and that works in his favor. Proving that he’s serious helps to slowly lower your apprehension about him. All your friends warned you that Neo is a classic fboy— yet that’s a stark contrast to the guy who takes you to amusement parks or to the skating rink in the middle of the night. You feel like a teenager again smoking and making out well past your curfew.

He’s trying so hard to be ‘boyfriend material’. The baby is struggling, so don’t laugh. If it were up to him, you would be helping him dump a body not holding hands at a craft store buying yarn. He can’t complain too much since you’re knitting him a new Shiesty so 👀

Ironically he’s the one who has to pass the vibe check. It takes forever for you to give him a chance and “officially date” him after a year of playing hard to get.

And gurl once he gets the green light, you better buckle up. Two months into the ‘official relationship’, he gifts you a promise ring and a key to his place. Once there, you finally get a taste of that fboy energy everyone warned you about.

Neo rearranges your guts and breaks your back but afterwards he sits back smoking a blunt, holding your still trembling body to his— just happy he has a girl who wants to stay with him. He is never letting you go.

Date ideas: His various clubs, hole-in-the-wall events in Gotham, his place, (insert your favorite hobby) establishment

[dangerousimagines]

Before the Fall- Part 11

Summary: Before he was known as the Joker, he was Jack. Just a normal man, who fell in love with his bosses daughter. After being caught, he’s thrown onto the path of madness and has no choice but to become the clown prince of crime.

A/N: So this entire chapter was actually part of chapter 10 orginially, I realized when I finished that I had made it pretty long so I decided to split them into two chapters. I hope that the Joker isn’t too out of character, its been so long since I’ve really written anything for him.

Pairing: Joker x Reader, (Past) Normal!Joker x Reader

You’d lost count how many days you’d been confined in that room. You’d done nothing but sit in various areas of the sitting room, curled up and trying to remember where everything had gone wrong. People had come and gone, bringing you food or a change of clothes but you had still not seen him. You had ignored them all, refusing to acknowledge their sympathetic looks. Most of the food they’d brought you had remained untouched. You had ate and drank nothing as night turned to day and vice versa.

You’d been quiet as a henchman of some sort had brought something into the room and then left as quickly as he came. You watched the floor in front of you. The tears has stopped falling now, and you were numb, unsure of how you were going to get out of this situation. You were bathed in darkness except for the fireplace which still roared with life. You couldn’t remember if you’d heard that familiar and almost ritualistic click of the doors lock when the guard left. Alarm bells went off in your head and slowly stood from where you were sitting. Cautiously, you moved towards the door and took hold of the handle. Turning it ever so carefully as you looked out through the small opening to check for guards.

There was no one, the halls were completely empty of human bodies. You practically ran out of room, leaving the door open because you couldn’t force yourself to care enough to cover your tracks. You didn’t really even know what you were planning to do, you didn’t care if you were caught and you didn’t care if you were killed. You had to do something more than just wait in that damned room. You sprinted through the hallways, your bare feet were becoming cold against the marble flooring but you kept pushing on.

“It’s been almost two weeks, boss.”

You tried to stop fast enough but you had your foot twist under you and in the next moment you found yourself crashing right into the floor. You nearly cried out in pain but you managed to cover your own mouth.

“Are you presuming to tell me what to do, Frost?”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of that voice. You wasted no time in using the wall to pull yourself back to your feet. As much as your foot hurt, you knew you couldn’t remain out in the open like this.

“No, Boss. Just wondering what our end game is?”

“It’s on a need-to-know bias and you don’t need to know…”

The voice was getting closer and you decided to run into the first doorway you could see. As soon as you were in the room, you realized that it was actually the first room you’d been in when you were brought here. On the closer door was your dress from the party, hanging up with a certain kind of special care. You looked around the room, noticing that the bed had been slept in and that there were several different looking suits pulled out and laid about the room. On the dresser was several silver and gold items of jewelry laid about in a unorganized manner. Someone must of been staying in here, it just looked so lived in compared to the first time you’d been in it. 

“I said drop it, Frost!” The voice growled and it was clear that it’d come from just outside the door.

“Oh god…” you whispered to yourself, you looked frantically around the room for anything that you could use as a weapon. Picking up a heavy looking statue from the top of the dresser, you hid behind the opening of the door and waited, hoping that he wouldn’t come in.

To your horror, the door soon opened and was slammed as quickly as it was opened. You knew you couldn’t miss your opportunity so you swung the statue towards him, hoping to make contact with him and hurt him enough so you could escape the room. He looked at you just in time, countering your attack and grabbing you by both wrists harshly.

“Y’know, that could of killed me…” he stated with unsuppressed amusement, despite the fact that you had just tried to harm him.

He twisted your wrists until you gave in and dropped the statue, letting it fall to the ground and narrowly missing both of your feet. “I’m not going back in that damn room,” you hissed at him.

“You think you have a choice in the matter, doll face?” He grinned at you with that silver smile of his. He released one of your hands long enough to try and grab at your face. You realized what his intentions were pretty fast and shoved him away from you.

You were narrowing your eyes at him now, “You don’t get to touch me, not after everything you’ve done.”

“Everything I’ve done? What exactly is it that I’ve done?” He demands.

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

He takes a quick step towards you, eliminating the distance between you two once again. “I want to hear you list everything…” he leaned down and you could feel his sweet breath fan against your lips. He moved his hand towards you, his finger curling underneath your chin as he well and truly studied you. You had aged since he had last seen you, but nothing had truly changed. You were still the same girl, just more beautiful than ever.

You could feel yourself unconsciously holding back your own breath as you could barely focus on anything but his lips. “Jack, I…”

“What’s wrong? Stepping down from your soap box already?” He mocked.

You felt your own anger and now it was rushing through you. You knew that you needed to control it. But you didn’t want to anymore. You wanted nothing more than to make him see that you weren’t some pathetic girl anymore.

You snapped.

“I hate you!!” You finally shouted at him, your voice dripping with venom. You didn’t care what happened to you anymore.

The Joker just smirked, seeming more intrigued then concerned with your behaviour. “Do you?” He mused.

“I can barely look at you without it hurting! You disgust me. You make me so angry that it makes me feel completely sick! You never cared about me! You used me and I was stupid enough to mistake it for love!” You lowered your voice into a growl, your voice becoming more threatening than you’d ever heard it. All the while you forced back the tears which fought to come through.

“I didn’t use you…” he suddenly said, his tone catching you off guard. Everything about his words remained you of the man he used to be and finally you realized that he had dropped his facade.

“Don’t lie to me,” you said through gritted teeth. “Please…don’t lie to me…”

“I chose to die so he wouldn’t hurt you, I tried to protect you…the words I said that night, I never meant them.” His voice was steady, calm.

You sniff back dry tears. “But you didn’t die, you survived.”

He nodded stiffly as if he was uncomfortable. “Yeah, I did…”

“Five years, Jack.” You reminded him, clenching your fists at your sides. “It’s been five years, you left me to deal with every that happened, alone.”

“I was still watching over you,” he said in defense.

“Do you think that makes all of this okay!” You shouted at him, feeling the tears starting to pool in your eyes. “I had to suffer alone, through losing you and…losing the baby…” you choked back a sob. “All I wanted was to have you back and I thought I’d never see you again. I thought you were gone forever…I was all alone, I had no one…” you turned away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself as you tried to put yourself back together.

You felt a hand on your bare arm. Before you knew it, he had spun you around, his hands now on your upper arms and pressing you against the wall. He stared at you with those blue eyes of his as tears continued to stream down your face.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“I don’t want your half-assed apology,” you hissed at him. “I hate you…”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do, let go of me!”

“I can’t change what happened anymore then you can. What do you want from me?!” He growled, showing a dangerous side of the man he’d become. He tried to remain emotionless. He tried to pretend that he felt nothing at hearing your words and seeing you upset but he couldn’t deny his own feelings.

“I don’t want anything from you,” you shouted back at him.

For a moment, you got yourself free from him and you used the opportunity to shove him back from you.

“(Y/n),” he hisses.

You moved to hit him again, this time however he already had seize of your wrists, slamming you back into the same wall. “I’m sorry…” he whispers. You aren’t sure what he’s apologizing for but you didn’t care. His face was already so close to yours, breaking your concentration.

“Prove It…”

That seemed to catch him off guard as his calm composure left him once again. “What…”

“I said, prove it.”

Faltering for a second, Jack wondered how this woman before him could have so much control over him. He growled, barring his teeth at you. He moved his hand to your throat. His grip wasn’t firm, but it was enough to scare you. He kept his fingers gently around your neck as his other hand moved to run down your cheek, his knuckles slowly caressing over your cheekbones as he searched your face, looking down to see the way your chest rose and fell raggedly. He moved his eyes back up to your face and his eyes met yours as his fingers danced over your skin, the tips tickling your throat as you tried to remained still.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” he finally admitted to you. “I know I have to but I don’t know how…”

His warm breath hit your cheek as his hand continued to stroke along the curve of your cheekbone.

“Every time I picture you alone, it kills me. I regret everything, I allowed you to suffer alone.”

Closing his eyes, a moment of weakness overcame him as he confessed to you. He bowed his head and you didn’t even hesitate. As soon as your head moved, you felt your lips against his and he remained motionless. It took a few more moments before his lips moved back and you could feel the neediness of his hands as they worked down your hair, knotting into it. Moments passed before you broke the kiss.

Panting softly, you stared at him. “I-I don’t know if I can forgive you…” you admitted.

He eyed you with amusement. Then he did something very unexpected, he leaned into your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You shiver underneath him, attempting to steady your breath. He doesn’t give you the chance before he grasps your waist tightly and crashes his lips against your own.

“Then I’ll need to give you a reason to forgive me…”

To be continued…

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[thejokersenigma]

Joker x Reader (Frost’s Daughter) - Frost’s Secret - Part 9

Ok, this part isn’t great, but at least I’ve finally written it! Yay! Hope it’s not terrible! Joker’s a bit ooc, but it was interesting trying to make him cruel and comforting!

Sorry again it took so long!

WARNING: Minor Language

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You still felt the kiss lingering on your lips as the Joker carried you into the now-familiar warehouse. He had automatically lifted you out of the car, ignoring your protests that you were more than capable of walking, and you were slightly grateful for it - your body still weak and his arms a welcome security compared to what you had been through.

Frost was already inside, waiting oddly anxiously for a man that rarely show emotion – your kidnapping clearly having shaken him quite badly - for his boss to return and, hopefully, with you in tow. Luke stood next to him, lingering awkwardly, apparently not sure where he should be or what he should be doing.

The sight of you in the Joker’s arms definitely seemed to take both of them by surprise - especially when the Joker’s stony glare looked anything but tender. You couldn’t blame them, J’s behaviour surprised you as well. The kiss in the car had stunned you into silence, but when the Joker broke away, he had simply turned, his jaw tense, and roared the car back into life, accelerating ridiculously fast back to the warehouse without a word.

You had no idea what he was thinking, and you might think he regretted it if he didn’t seem determined to constantly be touching you.

The Joker carried you past your father without a or even glance in his direction, and headed through the warehouse, Frost following on a few steps behind, looking tenser than usual. J continued into his office without a word, moving behind his desk and you screwed your face up in pain as he lowered himself into his chair, forcing you to sit on his lap, still cradled against him. You felt awkward to be in such an intimate position with father hovering opposite you on the other side of the desk, the silence tense as you glanced uncomfortably between Frost and J.

Your father didn’t know what had happened, but he could clearly sense that something had. You cleared your throat self-consciously and your frost’s eyes flickered to you. “Um – uh – w-what is the plan?” You asked, trying to break the unease.

“Plan?” Your father questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“About Cassie.” You explained, very conscious of not moving a single muscle where you sat – half worried you would annoy J somehow, and half not wanting to make your position anymore compromising in front of your father.

“We have men on it.” Your father answered stiffly, staring formally straight ahead, trying to keep his eyes averted from you and the Joker. “They’ll track her down eventually.”

“But, I –“

“You are doing nothing.” Frost said firmly, all his attention now focusing on you.  “You’re getting some medical attention and staying put.” You blinked slightly surprised, never having heard him sound more like a father before.

“But-“ You continued to protest.

“End of.” Your dad growled. “No more getting involved.” His face was deadly serious.

“But she’s my sister –“

“Who locked you up.”

“But –“

“Doll.” You now heard the Joker growled in your ear and you flinched -  having also forgotten about him, and now feeling his hand tighten where it rested on your hip. “You’re staying put.” You opened your mouth to protest again, but you felt the Joker’s grip tighten even more and you cringed, thinking better. Frost frowned, concerned at your reaction, unable to see the Joker’s hold on you.

You bobbed your head slightly, “Fine.” You murmured.

“That’s better.” J crooned in your ear and his grip on you loosened, but his hand, still hidden from Frost by the edge of the desk, now slipped under the edge of your ruined shirt, his cold fingers making you jump as they slowly began to rub small, soothing, circles into your skin. “Now tell Frosty to disappear.” He murmured in your ear. You glanced at your dad - swearing your cheeks must be on fire – who must have heard as he seemed to stiffen, hesitating before he then reluctantly then and left without you needing to say a word.

“Why -?” You began, turning back to look at J as the door closed behind Frost, but, before you could finish, the Joker had captured your lips into a kiss, swallowing up the rest of your words.

“I didn’t think Frosty deserved the torture of seeing that,” J purred against your lips, “but I was going to do it either way.” He growled, now resting his pale forehead against yours. You gasped grateful breaths of air as you watched his face, his bruise eyelids closed and his face looking almost relaxed for the first time since he’d come for you. One of his hands had worked its way up to your face and you flinched slightly as not gripped your jaw firmly. “Don’t think for a second though, dolly,” J growled, his eyes snapping open to stare into yours hard. “That I’m buying your little act.”

Your mind was slow from the intensity of the kiss and, for a moment, you had no idea what he was talking about. “What?” You mumbled, furrowing your brow.

J pulled back, much to your disappointment - having been hoping he was going to return to your lips again - “Stay put was it, kitten?” He questioned with a bemused expression, though his eyes were dark. “I don’t like being lied to…” He drawled warningly. “But Johnny-boy can believe what he wants…” He dismissed, his gaze glancing to the closed door before flicking back to yours, making you drop your eyes guiltily. “You demanded an answer in the car, dolly,” He growled lowly to you, “I only think it’s fair that you do me the same courtesy…” He mused, the grip on your jaw loosening slightly and he trailed his thumb along the skin, tracing the line of bone. “So, tell me why it is you care so much about this girl?”

“Well – uh – she’s – she’s my sister.” You stuttered out, eyes on his lips, knowing his piercing gaze would make it even more difficult to find the words - already struggling to keep your mind focused thanks to his distracting touch.

“Whom you have known less than a week, and - in that time – kept you locked up and tortured, princess?” He growled. “Try again.”

You couldn’t stand his distracting touches or close proximity anymore and went to push yourself off his lap, surprised when J actually let you go. You felt his eyes follow you as you slightly hobbled, your legs still weak, around the desk away from him, pausing where your dad had stood only a few minutes ago. You were immediately missing the Joker’s touch - not realising how much you craved it before until you were given it – but you needed to think straight, and you couldn’t when his lips were that close and the memory of them so fresh, or when his taunted you with caresses.

You get your head down on the carpet, your back still to the Joker, taking a deep breath. “I don’t think she is my sister.” You finally confessed, your voice slightly croaky. “Well, not wholly.” You corrected quickly, then sighed, turning back to J, though not bothering to raise your head. “You probably don’t care.” You muttered, flopping down into one of the leather chairs that sat opposite his desk.

“Au contraire, dolly…” J drawled with a devilish grin, now leaning forward in his chair and placing his elbows on the table, interlacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “Now you have my attention… Hoo hoo” He giggled.

You eyed him warily. “I – I just noticed little things whilst I was with her…” You muttered, ducking your head again to stare at you lap where your hands rested. “Things that reminded me of Frost…” You murmured. “And it – it just occurred to me that – that I don’t do anything – look anything – like Frost…” You mumbled. “And… seeing my mother…” You breathed quietly, and, if the room hadn’t been silent, J probably wouldn’t have been able to hear you. “I don’t think Frost is my father.” You finally admitted, your voice cracking - saying it out loud just making your suspicions hit home and you felt a painful pang in your heart.

You bowed your head further, you couldn’t believe you were telling the Joker this, but who else did you have to talk to about it? You should tell Frost your suspicion though, shouldn’t you? But how would he respond? Would he just abandon you? You had no ties to him if it was true - no reason for him to need to look after you anymore – you weren’t his problem.

You didn’t want to lose him. You didn’t want to lose your dad.

The giggling in front of you snapped you out of your thoughts, and you glared over at J where he rocked in his seat with laughter. “You think that is funny?!” You demanded.

“Oh, I do!” He grinned through his chuckles. “I think it’s hilarious that Johnny-boy’s wasted his life on a brat that isn’t even his!” He cackled. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it when I first saw you! Of course, you’re not Frosty’s!” He hooted. “The only bits of him in you are the ones that can be taught - it’s obvious!” You felt the tears stinging your eyes at his cruel words and you blinked rapidly, ducking your head again. “I also think it’s hilarious,” He gasped, “that you clearly think he’s now going to up and leave you.”

“What?” You sniffed, snapping your head up at that last comment.

“It’s clear on your face, princess.” J giggled, “And why else would you be talking to me about this?” He grinned, “You’re afraid to tell him in case he ups and leaves ya!”

“And you don’t think he will?” You asked, ignoring his callous words.

“Dolly, I thought you would know Johnny-boy better than anyone!” The Joker laughed harshly. “The man is aggravatingly soft where you’re concerned!”

“But I’m not –“

“If you’re so concerned, kitten…” J purred, “Let’s do a little experiment…” He grinned, and you watched, confused, as he now reached for the phone on his desk.

“Wait, no!” You cried suddenly realizing what he was doing as the Joker sent Frost a message summoning him back to the room.

“What are you doing?!” You demanded desperately.

“Putting your mind at ease, princess.” The Joker said simply, placing his phone back down. “Like a nice person, doll.” He grinned devilishly. You scowled, wondering if it was possible to escape the room before Frost showed – though that wouldn’t stop J from telling him.

It didn’t take long for the knock at the door and Frost to reappear in the room. “Boss?” Frost questioned, his glancing to you in concern, glad to see you were no longer on J’s lap, and that you had seemed to suffer no additional harm.

“There’s been a minor revelation, Frosty.” The Joker grinned, and you glanced back to where he sat, begging him with your eyes to shut up, but J ignored you. “Seems the little doll here, isn’t yours.” You felt your heart drop and you closed your eyes, waiting for the world to implode around you.

“Is that a – uh – joke, sir?”

“Bet you wish it was, Johnny.” J sneered. “But little [Y/N] here figured it out – you might want a word with that little wifey of yours – and perhaps a paternity test!” The Joker hooted viciously, sinking back into his chair and kicking his legs up onto the desk, watching the consequences of his statement.

You glanced anxiously at Frost who had been staring in shock at J, but his eyes now turned to you with a look of confusion and possible pain. You couldn’t stand it, dropping your eyes and feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt – for what you weren’t sure – maybe stealing his life when you didn’t deserve it – because you weren’t his. You felt the familiar twinge in your chest at remembering this again.

You didn’t lift your head until you heard the door slam which made you flinch, spilling the tears that had gathered in the corner of your eyes. You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding. “Why did you do that?” You mumbled at the floor, knowing J would be able to hear.  “Why are you so cruel?”

“Cruel? Oh dolly, that was merciful.” The Joker grinned pitilessly. “I’ve saved you month of tortious circling around whether you ought to tell your dear, beloved not-daddy.” He faux-pouted. “Why, if anything, you should be thanking me!” He exclaimed, beaming sinisterly.

You sniffed, gritting your teeth as you now shoved yourself angrily to your feet and stormed out of the office. You had trusted J – turned to him when you didn’t know who else to confide in – and for a moment you had almost felt safe with him.

But then he’d gone and thrown it in your face.

Maybe it was his way of caring, maybe he really did mean it, that  – behind all his laughs and giggles – he had wanted to save you from the pain of worrying over what to do. Right now, though, you couldn’t handle his sharp, to the point – basically cruel – help. You needed to escape the cold truth for a bit.

You had no family.

It suddenly seemed to hit you as you walked nowhere in particular, just striding, lost, down the corridors of the warehouse, hands stuffed moodily in your pockets. Your mother might be your biological mum, but she wasn’t really your mother – not since she left you - especially not when she kidnapped you. And now your father wasn’t your father. You had no father - no idea who he was at least – and, chances were, he was just another criminal thug who, if you were lucky, had been shot in a dark alley years ago.

You stopped in the middle of the large loading bay you were walking through. That was a cruel thought. Frost was a ‘thug’ after all, Lucas was a ‘thug’. So, why then, did you feel so bitter towards this man you didn’t know? Because he had never contacted you? Chances were, he didn’t even know you existed. No, the person to hate - to blame - was your mother. And that bitch was lounging around in the warehouse somewhere.

You ground your teeth in fury and now turned to stomp off with more purpose now, heading for the ‘staff room’. You shoved the heavy door open, immediately spotting a small group of men taking there break by playing poker around the small rickety kitchen table. They turned now to see the newcomer, surprise to see it you and even more surprised to find there was no Frost following on behind you. “Where’s Kelly?” You snarled, your temper overcoming any intimidation you felt from the large burly men. They looked at you and then at each other in confusion. You sighed loudly, rolling your eyes. “My mother?” You growled, “Frost’s bitch?” You hinted.

The men’s eyes lit up at that and you rolled your eyes again. Trust that to work. A familiar figure now stood up on the opposite side of the table, catching your eye. “I know.” Lucas offered.

“Great.” You muttered, “Show me.” You growled, and Frost’s protegee nodded, slightly bewildered by the request – and your mood - but willing to help.

Lucas tossed his hand of cards on the table, “I’m out lads.” He muttered, not seeming to care about the money he had lost and grabbing his lose cash he had yet to bet, unhooking his jacket from the back of his chair. He strode over to you, shrugging on his jacket, and held the door open for you to exit back out into the corridor.

He led you back towards J’s office and you felt your stomach tighten, paranoid the clown would step out as you past, and really not in the mood to see him again right now - your blood still simmering at his betrayal.

He didn’t show though, the door remaining closed as you followed after Lucas. He hadn’t bothered to try to make conversation or question you over your cause, clearly sensing your mood. You felt bad that you were taking your temper out on him – none of this had anything to do with him after all. “Thanks Lucas.” You muttered quietly, as good natured as you could muster at the moment - which wasn’t much.

He back at you in surprise. “Uh - no problem.” He murmured, turning his gaze back to the hallway ahead, knowing better than to push the conversation further.

Eventually he stopped at a rather non-descript door, much the same as all the others. “She’s – uh – down there,” Lucas said, pushing the door open and gesturing down a set of stairs that led down into the dark. “Third room on the right.” He explained, then hesitated. “Do you – uh – want me to come down with you?” He asked.

“No,” You murmured, staring down into the basement of the warehouse. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, uh – good luck?” He offered, still not sure what you goal was, as you took the first step. You didn’t response, now descending down the staircase, treading more carefully as you neared the bottom, the light fading to barely anything. You found another door at the foot the steps, and pushed this open, stepping out into another corridor, the air considerably colder than upstairs. The walls were lined with doors that seemed to lead to varying sized store cupboards, the bare concrete illuminated by flicker bulbs above that looked like they might die out at any moment. You counted the doors as you walked till you found the right one, hesitating for a moment, worried for a moment that it might be locked, but you tried it anyway, surprised when it opened, and you stepped in.

You saw mother sat against the back wall looking worse for wear - though her state triggered no emotion in you - but she wasn’t alone. Stood above her was Frost, a gun in his hand aimed at your Kelly’s head.

He glanced back at the sound of your entrance. “[Y/N]?” He exclaimed in surprise, the break in his voice taking you aback, and you felt all the anger in your body dissipate instantly, suddenly feeling like a scared lonely child. You wanted nothing more than to run to her father and hug him - something you hadn’t done in many years after you had found out about his reputation and his need to maintain it.

Now that wasn’t what held you back though. He wasn’t your father. He now felt like a stranger to you and you couldn’t help the hopeless tears welling in your eyes. You felt pathetic. You felt worthless. You hadn’t felt any of the aches from your bruised body since confessing your realisation to the Joker, but you knew why now, all the pain concentrating in the centre of your chest.

Nobody wanted you. Your mum didn’t. Your dad didn’t. And now even Frost wouldn’t.

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Jokers Daughter Imagine: Kidnapped

Request: (anonymous) Jokers daughter (who’s like a toddler) gets kidnapped while with the family and Jokers son (who’s older) loses his shit before Joker and barely can and he goes on a solo murder rampage to get her back.

Joker sat on the bloodied white carpet in his bedroom, his entire body aching and head pounding. He didn’t even bother to wrap his cut hand up after he punched the mirror. He wanted to feel the blood drip down his fingers, at least he was feeling something again. It had been just a few hours but it felt like centuries to the clown king. He hadn’t felt such a jolt of emotion since before he became the Joker… or he assumed. But when he walked into his daughters room in the morning and found her bed empty and place destroyed, that changed. 

The weight his heart gained almost made him drop to his knees. But the fire that ignited kept him standing as he screamed in agony. A noise that barely sounded human instantly waking his son. When he rushed to the source of the cry with bat and gun in hand, he found Joker approaching her bed like a wild animal. The blanket was ripped off and led over to the open window. On the ledge was droplets of blood. Before his son could say anything Joker ran his pale finger through the blood and licked it clean off. He let the taste of it rest on his tongue before he turned to his remaining child. The corners of his mouth spread to his ears in a wicked grin. Normally the clown prince would smile back at his father, but this particular smile made goosebumps rise all over his body. 

 Joker could hardly remember what happened in between tasting the blood and now sitting on his carpet. He blacked out in his rage as usual. He knew he barked orders at henchmen and cracked a few skulls. Find her find her find her you silly fucking clown. He was screaming at himself in his own head. The thought of his baby girl, his princess of Gotham’s underworld, his heir being in the arms of someone else was twisting his insides around to the point of cold sweats. 

His past, preset, and future for the first time all mingling. Before he went to Arkham and met Harley, he never imagined what he’d find in their love. Their love for violence and chaos. Her desire to break free from reality and make her own world. In her he found an equal he never knew he needed. He knew he was already complete without her. But she gave him more. When she had their children, they didn’t make him whole but made him even more. The entity, the idea of him even larger. Once the Joker tasted something he wanted it and took it and never let it go. It had been so long since someone tested, he never expected this. He was so focused on himself not letting go he didn’t think about someone else taking from him. 

 His daughter ran through his veins like an antidote to the toxin of this city. He craved her cure and now that she was gone, he felt like a disease was over taking him. His anger was what stopped him from fainting, the adrenaline rush it brought. Not being in control unhinged him more than anything and drove him. The guilt began to sink in, he thought of the terror she must be in. He thought of her crying for him and wanting him to rescue her. In an instant he went from guilt to pride. As quick as snapping fingers he basked in the glory of being viewed as a king and waited for like a hero to her. Once again, his emotions flipped and he thought about her waiting as they could be doing anything to her. He was unable to get the image out of his head, someone creeping into her room and grabbing her, right out from his protection. 

As he ran over the details he got more furious. She didn’t scream so they must have covered her mouth. Her pearly teeth hidden behind someones grip. Joker took his gun from the holster and fired shots into the ceiling feeling the drywall hit his shoulders. His hand was the only one allowed to touch her, the smile tattoo on his hand was the only thing allowed to cover her face. When a memory of her laughing as he gave her his tattoo grin came back, he let a decrepit smile cover his face. His eyes in a haze and his head rolling back and forth like a rag doll. He was losing it now. The footsteps pounding towards the door brought him back to reality. If they hadn’t come at that exact moment he might have blown his brains all over the carpet in that lost moment. 

 “Dad!” his son yelled as he barged through the door. “Frost is here! He knows where she is!” The teenager ran to sit by his father. The Joker put his hand on his sons head and ran his fingers through his matching green hair. He still had one child with him. One of the two perfect culmination of himself and Harley. He moved his hand to his sons face and gave him his signature smile. He squeezed so hard he had to stop himself before he bruised his son. He just didn’t want to let go. Even though his heir was right next to him he was afraid someone would take him. 

 “Boss!” Frost said entering the room. As if his son didn’t warn him Joker lifted his weapon. The clown prince put his hand on his fathers arm to lowed the gun and calm him down. “It was one of Monster T’s men” Frost wasted no time. “Revenge I assume. They have her at warehouse downtown. It’s not heavily guarded but there could be a bomb or…”

 “What are we waiting for?” The clown prince jumped up and interrupted. “We have to go get her!” 

 “Sit…. down….” Joker hissed like a snake as the words slithered off his tongue. Joker knew the boy was even more hot headed than him because he didn’t understand strategy. Joker was already so out of control, he wasn’t about to let anything else go wrong. His son with him gave him a sense of sanity. Like he could keep himself more in line now that he saw his son was depending on him like his girl was.  

“Bu… but dad we know where she is we should go” he cautiously replied, still not taking a seat. 

“Kid listen, we all want baby girl back but..” 

“Don’t!” a shot fired into the wall “Call her that!” Joker spat in a rage. 

 Frost had been around long before she was born and watched her grow. He was always allowed to refer to her as that. Hell the whole henchman army knew her as the baby of the family. Most didn’t even know her real name. But Frost had also been around long enough to read his boss. 

 Joker lowered his gun, the hair on the back of his neck settling. She was his girl. If he couldn’t physically possess her right now he’d be damned if someone else claimed her verbally.

“They could have bombs or traps set up, expecting us” Frost continued normally knowing it was his least lethal option. 

 "The risk seems worth it to me". 

Joker began to cackle. “Risk huh? Well s-s-s-on” his hissing unnerved both Frost and the boy. “We’re not risking shit when it comes to your sister. Or all of us and her will be kill-” Joker never hesitated to say the word, he always loved it, but his time it was just too much. 

 "While you sit here they could be doing anything to her!“ the boy shot back, getting angry himself. The defiance brought Joker to his feet. He wanted to grab his son and say he couldn’t lose him too. But the walls Joker still had up deep down wouldn’t let that happen. His fury and confusion mixed together. Joker licked his metal teeth, tasting some blood still left over. It left a sweet taste in his mouth knowing it was his daughters. A piece of her still with him giving comfort but the fact that she was hurt picking away at him. 

 The clown prince saw how dark his fathers eyes got. When they were like that, it was a visual warning not to test him. Then he saw the blood over his teeth, it was a stronger image that confirmed what he had to do. He knew before his father even spoke that he’d have to lie. 

 "Dogs!” Joker yelled and two goons ran in the room, slightly terrified. “Son I need you… to go with them… to your room and wait all right?” He was taking deep breaths in between each word. Trying to remind himself he needed to keep his son calm to make everything go smoothly. 

 "Fine" the clown prince said to Joker’s surprise. “Just get her okay?” he asked his father, for one brief moment his eyes like they were when he was a little boy and his father was his world.

 "Do I ever not get what I want?“ Joker laughed and sent his son on his way.

The goons went to put their hand on his shoulders but Joker shot them a glare that could have melted their flesh and they backed off, letting the kid on his way down the hall. 

“Don’t take your eyes off him!” Joker yelled out one last time. “Now Johnny, give me all the details” Joker got a small gleam in his eye, finally closer to getting his daughter back.

The clown prince moved slowly down the hall way, his heart beating fast at what he was about to do. While his father was a master mind, he relied more on other attributes to help him. When he reached his bedroom door he walked in and turned around looking both the goons in the eyes. They stared back confused for a moment, one opening their mouth to ask the clown prince if he was okay. But before they could, a blade went up through their chins into their brains. Blood began to pour out of their mouths and down out their noses. The clown prince had a knife in both hands and holding the goons steady. He dragged them into his room by the blade before ripping it out and letting them fall on the floor. He took a quick peak out his bedroom to make sure the coast was clear and closed the door. As he was piling the two bodies in front of the closed door he kept whispering to himself. I’m sorry dad. 

He rushed over to his closet and pulled out all the guns and ammo and knives his parents had gifted him over the years and threw them into a backpack. Ready for war. As much as he loved his father, he couldn’t wait. He was his mother’s son. There was no hesitation, just action. He rushed out his bedroom window and down the side of the house and was off downtown to find his sister. Knowing well enough where Monster T’s crew would be. All those years of sitting on his dad’s lap to sitting next to him during meetings came in handy. Joker was so consumed by his own grief and longing for his daughter, he forget just how much it would affect his son. When he was a little boy, his father told him over and over again that he was her protector. He watched as his parents defended and rescued each other, as let it all sink in. Protecting his baby sister was all he knew. 

As he ran down the street, hijacking the first car he found he thought more to himself. “Besides, he’ll come get me”. As confident as the prince was that he could save his sister and as much as his hot head lead him, there was still a part of him that wanted his dad. Never forgetting that Joker would always be there. Whether to pick up the pieces or shatter them. 

“Bring the car around” Joker said as he put his suit jacket on and adjusted his golden rings “We’re going for a drive”. His pride grew more and more and he was back to his normal self. Ready for a rampage and ready to rescue his daughter. He couldn’t wait to see her look up at him like Harley did when he saved her from Belle Reve. Now that he had a plan and it was all guaranteed, he could think about what he would do to the people who took her from him. 

He stormed out of the room and down the hallway ready to begin. He stopped briefly at his sons door, wanting to open it and exclaim about what he’s done and about to do. Wanted to see his sons eyes light up in adoration, but he didn’t. He kept going. He wanted his son safe in his room and never to leave the house again. The paranoia was already setting in. Once his baby girl was back neither of them would be out of his site again.

The cars and people on the streets of Gotham all served and ran for their lives when they saw the purple Lamborghini coming. When it was out they knew the Joker was up to something and it always ended in blood.

The clown prince started to understood his father’s though process of a plan as he stalked the warehouse from across the street. It took everything inside of him not to just run in like bull and knock down everyone in his path, but he knew this was better. He climbed the weak, metal ladder up to the top of the building never taking his eyes off the warehouse for long. When he reached the top he didn’t waste anytime opening up his bag and assembling his sniper rifle. He had been daydreaming about using it on the entire way over. It was painted blue by his mother, trimmed in gold by his father. It felt fitting to save his sister with it. 

He got down low on the roof and hid behind the small wall barrier, looking into each window of the warehouse at Monster T’s crew. Almost in plain sight. He laughed to himself, no wonder his father killed their boss, he hated sloppiness. Just as he was ready to take his first shot, he saw the S.W.A.T van approach.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” he whispered to himself as he leaned the gun down, only peaking his eyes out to see. Now he wanted his father more than ever, he wanted to warn him of what was happening. 

The van came to a slow stop right in front of the building. A man dressed head to toe in gear and arm stepped out of the passenger side and began walking towards the building. Immediately one of Monster T’s members came out to meet him, he was there waiting. 

“If there a problem…uh… should I call you officer?”

“Shut up!” the SWAT man said in a stern voice. “We got a call about a bomb threat inside this location. Put your hands up!”

The man hesitated unaware of what to do. Knowing that their plan was failing before Joker even showed up. The clown prince watched from above as the SWAT man cuffed the man and shoved him to the ground. 

“Were are all your friends?” 

“I..Inside..” he was breaking down. 

“Do we have to storm in or will they come out willingly?”

Unable to speak anymore from fear, the man began to whistle. The code that the crew had to warn each other went something went wrong. 

From inside the building, in a small locked room on the third floor, two crew members looked at each other. And then back at the little girl.

‘I’m not taking that little bitch downstairs” one shouted.

The whistling continued outside. 

“Look this is our building” the other said running to the window and seeing the SWAT van. “They search the place, find nothing, and then we continue on!”

“Jokers probably watching us now you idiot! If they leave he’ll know we don’t have shit! We need to keep him afraid!”

The whistling was getting louder.

“We need to do something!”

A gunshot echoed through the building and took them both by surprise. 

“Well now our chances are fuckin blown!” the man at the window saw the SWAT man execute his crew member. “I told you that guy was stupid he couldn’t even entertain the guy a little bit!”

They were interrupted by a small cackle that arouse from the small child on the floor.

“Hey! Didn’t I tell you to keep quiet you little shit!” 

But the girl continued to laugh and laugh. 

“It’s no use, she’s just as crazy as her old man” the man said as he got his gun out. “We might as well fight back. But first we kill her. We get pay back for boss”.

He raised his gun up to the little girl, but she didn’t even flinch. It infuriated him. Joker never took them seriously and now his offspring wasn’t either. He moved his foot back and kicked the small child in the ribs. She fell down and let out a cry of pain. But like no time had even passed, she was laughing again.

“What the fuck is so funny you little bitch? Daddy ain’t coming to save you now” he pressed the barrel of his gun to her temple.

“He go bye bye!” she said in the middle of hysterically laughter. 

The man turned to his crew member still at the window and just briefly saw the red glare of a sniper’s aim on the glass before he was shot dead. 

The clown prince was back to his original plan and taking all the men out. When he saw the SWAT man shoot the gun, he knew what was happening even before his father burst out the back of the van and Frost removed his helmet. As they entered into the building and began their rampage he took out the men on the different floors. He saw purple smoke filling up each story of the building as his father moved up. 

The only crew member left was hovering on the ground whimpering in fear as the clown princess continued to laugh. He couldn’t take his eyes off his dead partner, wanting to believe it was all a dream. When the pounding on the door began he did the first thing that came to mind and grabbed the clown princess pointing the gun at the door. 

 The Jokers son wanted to shoot but he didn’t have a a clear shot. His fear and anger rose seeing his sister in harms way and not being able to stop it. He kept his eye on the scope waiting for an opportunity. When he saw his father and Frost enter the room he breathed a sigh of relief. 

 Upon seeing the white face and red lips the clown princess squirmed in the mans arms trying to escape.

 “Daddy!” she called out to him.

 It was just like Joker had imagined. She was looking at him like he was the only man in the world and ready to devote all her love to him. The way he wanted from his children. He was so close to having her all to himself again. But the man holding her from him made his jealousy sore. His obsession with power came to it’s height and he was aching to possess her again. His attention turned to the man preventing that. 

Joker saw him turn almost as pale as his own skin. Frost moved to charge but the man put his gun the girls head. 

 “Just like your boss, no guts. You gonna kill a little girl? Frost snapped.

 "I wouldn’t test me right now” in a shaking voice the man tried to be intimidating.  

“Well well well….. I guess you’re mad at me huh? Aw don’t be like that baby! Its our first date!” Joker toyed with him. The man was unnerved at Jokers ease and began to visibly shake.

 “You took something from me so why shouldn’t I do the same?” he dropped the gun to the floor which surprised Frost but Joker remained on course. The clown princess struggled more and cried in pain from her ribs as the man pulled out a knife and out it at her throat. “But this time you’ll pay for all the people you killed. Not just T.” 

Jokers daughter began to cry more. She had never felt the blade of a knife besides the one her father gave her to play with. For the first time in her short life she felt fear like she wasn’t invincible. She squirmed around in his arms causing him to stumble all around.

 Joker was far past joking or trying to manipulate. He growled like a lion about to fight for their cub and lunged at the man. All plans and strategy gone. Now he understood what his son was thinking. Just as he made contact with the man a shot rang out and blood sprayed over the floor. All tree bodies fell to the floor as Frost ran to the window. He was frozen in shock when he saw him. 

 The clown prince was on the verge of hyperventilating. His anger got the best of him and he fired the first shot he saw as his best chance. Not expecting his father to jump in front of the man. 

 The clown princess pushed herself off the ground and wrapped her arms around her little body in pain as she went over to her father. He was face up but not moving. She put her small hands on his cheeks and raised them up to make him smile, but it wouldn’t stay. The blood kept pouring out of his body. 

“Daddy….” she said, in a fragile voice. 

 The man who had kept her from him tried to crawl away. The bullet had gone through Joker and struck him in the middle of the chest. He was gasping for air. The clown princess began to cry and collapse onto the floor next to her father. The man saw it and laughed as best he could to mock it all. Frost stood in horror unable to process it. He got his gun out ready to at least put the animal out of his misery. 

 “See?” he coughed and blood poured out of his mouth “Daddy ain’t gonna sa” 

Before he could finish a knife dug into his ankle and he cried out in pain. A deep and slow cackle followed. The Joker sat up holding his shoulder where the bullet went through and clawed at the mans other ankle. He shrieked as he tried to get away but Joker was too strong. The clown king climbed on top of him, dragging his knife along his flesh as he went. 

 “What I don’t get a goodbye kiss to end our date?” he smirked before turning the knife around and slamming the handle into the mans forehead. It cracked his skull but he was still alive. Joker kept going and going feeling the blood splash on him. He couldn’t contain his laughter as again he was gaining control. As his plan was working and he was the hero in his own twisted story. His daughters laughs behind him only made him hit harder. She was his again. This wasn't like how he usually did it. It was the same brutality but without the suave and style his usual tactic was. This was just pure barbaric killing. Joker never felt more like a human man than when this primal instinct over. He didn't like being a man. He like being the Joker. So he finished the job. 

With one last fatal blow, Joker put the knife through the mans head until it hit the ground behind him. He breathed out deep before letting out a cry almost identical to the one he let out when he saw his daughter missing. In a bloody mess he turned around to see his girl and opened up his arms. Without minding the gore or any care in the world she ran to his arms. Joker basked in the glory of being the alpha male in her life. He held her tightly. He wasn't going to let anyone touch her again. Mine. Mine. Mine. He kept saying to himself. 

Frost came over as Joker stood up eyeing his wound. "Is it bad boss?" 

 "The bat's given me worse" he snapped back smiling. Frost could see he was his normal self again. Well as normal as the Joker could get.

 The clown prince was halfway across the street when he felt like collapsing. He wanted to run in and try and salvage what was left but feared after he murdered his father, his sister was surely gone. He felt like turning a gun on himself. With all the strength he had left he made it to the open doors of the warehouse. He saw two figures approaching as the purple smoked cleared.

 "Da..dad?" he softly let out in a raspy voice seeing a glimpse of green hair. Joker hurried over to his son, his laugh getting louder as he saw the stunned look on his sons face. "I thought...." he couldn't get any thoughts out. 

Joker held his free hand up while he held his daughter in the other. Her face was buried in his shoulder and arms tightly around his neck. The clown prince felt the dizziness and sickness in his stomach vanish when he saw her safe, and in the safest place in the world, their fathers arms. 

Joker contemplated what to do. The last man who took a shot at him was skinned alive. But looking at his son he couldn't help but he proud of what he did and a bit disappointed his son wasn't a good shot as he was still living. He looked deep into his heirs eyes and gave a crooked smile. Just like his mother he thought. 

The clown princes attention was brought back to his father when he felt the fingers on his lips. Joker ran his bloody fingertip along his sons face to give him a smile. His hand tattoo was wrapped around his princess so he gave his son the next best thing. 

 "Didn't I tell you I always get what I want?"

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Ashes”

After The Joker’s daughter accidentally drowned, his relationship with Y/N fell apart: they were guilty of failing to protect what they loved, blaming each other and themselves to the point of no return. The sole palpable proof of Emma existence is her ashes encapsulated in glass pendants her parents wear and that’s hardly a memento able to help in such a difficult situation. Ashes are not meant to bring people together.

“Happy Birthday, Pumpkin Pie,” The Joker grumbles. “Here’s Charlie: I thought you would like to see him,” he places the purple hippo on Emma’s headstone.

Today his daughter would have been 4 years old. Instead of the usual party filled with laughter and presents he’s at “Eternal Peace” cemetery early in the morning for a different kind of festivity.

J never celebrated birthdays before yet once she showed up in his life the anniversary got a fresh new meaning: Y/N ensured that The King of Gotham was aware of how lucky they both were to have her. And he did learn to care about that tiny being he created who first called him something similar to “dada”, then a cute “da’y” and finally the word he craved to hear every single day until she was gone: “daddy.”

Being a father thought him a couple of things, but the most important was quite stunning: the index finger from his right hand wasn’t only meant for using a trigger; it was also his child’s soother.

Emma would keep it prisoner when she slept from an early age; of course all babies do it although in this case it didn’t go away once she got older.

And he misses that…

A lot.

Actually, he would give up on a robbery or anything that involves him holding a gun if she could clutch to his finger one more time.

That’s how much he misses The Princess.

“Sir, sorry to interrupt,” Frost gets him out of trance. “There’s movement at the South gate. We have to go…”

J snatches the plush animal and follows Jonny on a path behind the crypts when a woman walking on the alley leading to Emma’s grave catches his attention: although she has a red wig and sunglasses on, her disguise doesn’t fool him. It’s Y/N.

She’s carrying a small cake and intensely stares at the pavement, unaware of her surroundings.

The Joker can’t really tell what she’s doing once in front of the tomb, nevertheless he guesses she’s singing “Happy Birthday” while wiping the tears strolling down her cheeks.

He didn’t see Y/N in about 4 months. They went to the cabin by Moon Lake after Emma’s drowning and things were so rough he left immediately. She never followed, called or texted.

J didn’t either.

Why bother? They were guilty of failing to protect what they loved, blaming each other and themselves to the point of no return.

Today is extremely difficult to deal with, especially since the catalyst binding them vanished forever.

The sole palpable proof of Emma existence is her ashes encapsulated in glass pendants her parents wear and that’s hardly a memento able to help in such a difficult situation.

Ashes are not meant to bring people together.

***************

After 2 Hours

“Hi,” The King of Gotham drags his feet on the porch and takes a sit on the chair next to yours.

“Hi…” you whisper, surprised to spot him after such a long absence.

Complete silence, then he utters:

“I’m here for the cake,” he points at the sweet treat resting on the wood table: vanilla- strawberry combo, your daughter’s favorite.

“Are you?”

“Yeah, I crave the taste…”

You lean over and cut two slices, sharing Emma’s birthday cake with her dad. It’s really painful to swallow the morsels knowing your baby can’t; it seems J is in the same boat.

“I can’t make anybody happy…” The Clown mumbles under his breath and the randomness of his statement makes you wonder what’s going on in his mind.

“Me neither… Sweet Pea was happy, wasn’t she? She was a happy kid…”

The Joker moves his plate towards you, hissing:

“She was and she would still be with us if instead of flirting you would have watched her!”  

“… … W- what?!...” you glare at him, astonished he has the nerve to pop up and hurt you in such a manner. “Since when talking to somebody is flirting?! Where were you, huh? Where were you??? In your goddamn office plotting more schemes in order to get more money because nothing is enough!” you raise your voice and burst out crying in the next second. “She was ours to protect, the only treasure that mattered! I just… I just took my eyes off her for a few moments, I had no idea my baby was drowning in that pool …” you keep sobbing at the horrible memory, heartbroken. “I could have save her…Why didn’t I…?…”

The Joker can’t understand what you’re saying anymore, yet he doesn’t reply to your accusations or remorseful confessions.

How could he?

He’s equally responsible for Emma’s demise but it’s easier to attack her mother.

You abruptly get up and rush inside the cottage, abandoning J to his own demons. He doesn’t know if he should bail or stay, thus he continues to gaze at the lake numb to everything.

Still… The quietness is becoming unbearable so he finally gathers the strength to stand up and search for you.

“Y/N?...” he shouts. “Where are you?”

Silly question since the cabin is a little area with a kitchen/living room combo, one bedroom and bathroom: easy to find what you’re looking for.

No response but the shower is on which queues him Y/N must be there.

The Joker approaches the bathtub, unwilling to remove the curtain and talk to you face to face.

“It was my fault too…” he admits a fact that tormented him since the accident. “I should have kept an eye on her… I couldn’t predict she’ll sneak out to play by the swimming pool… I would give away a fortune if I could fix it… Do you believe me?...”

You sniffle and cover your mouth, trying to avoid his trap: if you engage, he will probably bite more and that’s the last thing you need.

“I have Charlie in the car; I thought you might want him tonight,” J reveals the true purpose of his visit. “Drop him off tomorrow at 3pm, I’ll be at the warehouse on 17Th Street. You can’t have the toy, it belongs in her room…”

You hear his steps receding and gasp for air, completely crushed by despair: the agony of grief is stronger than any consolation a stupid purple hippo could offer.

But it was Emma’s favorite and The Joker is willing to share a token of what you both lost; now that you think about it… you really missed Charlie…

**************

Next Day, 2:05pm

“Where’s everybody?” you mutter whilst entering the code at the gates. Usually there are at least 8 henchmen guarding the fence and no sign of them so far. You drive up the unpaved alley, curiously checking out the landscape: same trees, bushes and trucks you’re familiar with, except you can’t discern a single goon patrolling the perimeter.

You honk to get the crew’s assistance without any success and you wonder if The Joker tricked you; I mean, you should have seen it coming: he is probably attempting one of his convoluted strategies to punish you for the tragic past.

You stop in front of the building, intrigued to notice it appears deserted.

Suddenly, a powerful blast shakes the ground and you watch part of the roof collapsing on the north side; a few windows shatter also.

You jump out of the car, totally confused at the strange occurrence.

“Hello?” you yell. “J???”

There’s smoke coming out of the opened metal door and you hesitantly walk in the warehouse, coughing at the suffocating odor.

“J?...” you scream. “J!!!!!”

A faint knock in the distance prompts your attention.

“Y/N!!”

“J??” you run towards the source of the noise only to find him under rubble next to the south entrance. “Oh my God!” you kneel by his feet buried under bricks. “What happened?!” The Queen frantically removes debris as he groans in pain.

“Explosives, that’s what happened. Shit, I think I fucked up my legs!”

“Where are the guys??!!” you inquire, managing to free his feet enough for him to move.

“I gave them the day off,” The Joker’s explanation puzzles Y/N. “Hurry up, please!! Another detonation will follow shortly!”

“Jesus Christ!” you quicken the pace and push the last bricks out of the way. “Can you stand?”

J rolls on his side, unable to comply.

“No, you’ll have to haul me out of here!”

“Come on!” you place your hands under his underarms and start pulling. “The exit is right there!”

You huff while straining to get to safety as The Clown aims to aid by lifting his body off the ground as much as he can.

“Behind the truck!” he urges once you’re out of the premises and you barely have time to hide behind the vehicle when a second bang levels half of the construction.

“This didn’t go according to plan,” J admits in a low tone, panting a storm after the ordeal.

You asses his wounds, pressing on the ankle and he immediately growls.

“The bone’s fractured,” you wipe your sweaty forehead.  “What plan?”

“It’s actually your fault for all of this; I told you to swing by at 3 o’clock. You’re early!”

“Huh?”

“You were supposed to come when I told you then boom! Before you reached the building it would go up in flames: you would flip thinking that I’m dead and then I’ll show up and ask you to come back home. You would be so excited to see I’m alive you couldn’t refuse. Yet you ruined everything: you appeared out of nowhere, I panicked and messed up: you know I’m not good with this stuff!!”

You can’t even process the plot he’s throwing your way.

“What kind of plan…”

“I just told you I’m not good at this stuff,” he interrupts. “You know I’m not.”

You touch your chest, baffled at the ridiculous story.

“My pendant!” you exclaim when you realize the chain is not around your neck anymore. “It’s gone!” Y/N desperately searches the grass. “My baby, where’s my baby?” you part the green lawn on the verge of crying. “I can’t find my pendant! Maybe I dropped it the building,” you whimper and prepare to flee when J grabs your jeans, firmly holding on.

“Don’t go; the poles might cave in and whatever is left standing will squash you!!”

You don’t comprehend why he’s so worked up and his plea catches you off guard:

“Don’t go! I’ll give you half my ashes, ok?”

The Queen debates on The King’s proposal, conflicted by his candid offer.

After all, if ashes tear people apart, how come they can’t bring them back together?

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[chloe-skywalker]

Chemical Bubbles - Joker's Daughter

Joker!dad x daughter reader

Harley!mom x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1508

Summary: Js daughter wants to be like him more than she already is and wants to fall in the chemicals, she gets nervous and wants to think alone for a bit  Okay joker takes his daughter to Ace chemicals so she can be transformed like him and Harley but she gets scared at the last second he lets her take her time.  After he leaves she finally jumps in and goes home changed

Authors Note: Jared Leto as Joker, Margot Robbie as Harley. I do not own any gifs which you can see as it says “originally posted by“ so yeah 

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Readers p.o.v.

“But daddy you promised! When I turned 16 I could do it!”

Ever since I was little I always loved hearing the story of my mom taking her oath to my father. When I was little and ever since then I've wanted to become like my father and mother and fall in the chemicals.

“Princess you are already 16 so-” I cut him off there.

“Exactly! I'm already 16, hell I'm almost 17 only 4 more months till. I want to fall” I tried to beg him.

He always said that I don't need to say the oath cause much to his dismay I would die for him and much to his liking I would live for him. Even though I don't and wouldn't want to live without him. But we both know he's going nowhere, … At least not anytime soon.

“Well then we can do it when you turn 17” he said kinda slowly, which just frustrated me.

“No! You said when I was 16 if I wanted to and I'm 16 and I want to! Please daddy…” I knew in his mind this meant me growing up and that scared him.

After a somewhat long somewhat short silence he finally nodded ’yes’.

“Thank ya daddy thank you!” I leaped over to him sitting on the couch and hugged him tight. Snuggling into his neck and smiling.

°°°°°°°°next day °°°°°°°°

Once it turned night me and dad loaded up into the lambo. As we headed to Ace Chemicals dad always made it sound like a refreshing rush and painless, he was doing the same thing now.

“Look princess, listen I just want you to know that if you want to back out you can.” He said taking his eyes off the road to look at me.

I kept my eyes looking out the window. Yes the thought of it not working and me being incritoule condition or worse… dead. Was scary, but also thrilling. But I don't want to leave my dad and mom, the thoughts running through through my head were starting to get to me and I was starting to get worried I don't want to leave my family. But what if it works I'll be just like my dad and mom and that's what I want badly.

I look at him I nodded showing that I understand.

Once we pulled up to Ace Chemicals we got out and walked up the staircase. The closer we got to the platform the more nervous I got.

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Joker's p.o.v.

As we got closer I could tell she was getting nervous. The reason I have been trying to delay this because I don't want her to feel pressured. Also if it doesn't work I don't want the chance of losing my princess.

As we stood there, I stood a few steps back. Watching her look over the edge. My breathing picked up and hers deepened.

“Princess… you know what I said.”

She turned to look at me nodding. “Yeah, I know.” She liked back over the edge. I walked up to her brushing her hair out of her face. “Daddy” her voice cracked a little out of nerves. I pulled her into my chest.

“Let's go home” I said but she pulled away from me.

“No” she looked at me then looked down. “ I gonna do it just those are definitely chemicals and bubbles … big bubbles” she said trying to get rid of some of the tension. ”no I'm gonna do it  I just need a few minutes. OK ,.. Can I be alone for awhile.. To uh think.”

“I'll leave you here to think ok. I'll go pick up your mom and we will be at the club till, uh you know all hours of the night. So you know where to find me princess.” I kissed the side of her head. I gave her one last look to see that she has turned around and has her legs hanging off the edge sitting down. I descend down the stairs I get in the lambo to go pick up Harls to go to the club.

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I honked the horn Harls came out and got in. She looked like she was questioning Where y/n was but I didn't say anything.

Once we arrived at the club and settled in at my booth. Harley came back with drinks and sat down on my lap.

“Puddin where's our princess?” Harls finally asked.

I sighed not looking at her “she wanted to be alone to think she got nervous. I don't blame her.”

Harls nodded. “She’ll come back puddin, she just wants to think uh bit ya, she will jump.” Harley said with confidence.

“What makes you so sure?” I said turning my head to look at her.

She cupped my face looking me in the eyes “Because puddin, she is just like you” she finished. She got off my lap then walked out of the booth to go dance in her cage.

My princess is just like me. Harls is right. Y/n knows it to, she takes pride in it.

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Readers p.o.v.

As I'm sitting here thinking, I know I'm gonna jump. Fall right into the bat of chemicals. I just need sometime to get use to the place I'm in and the fact that once I do fall into the chemicals I'm gonna come out a little changed.

Finally after a while I stood up. I looked down then walked up to the edge. Then fell . . .

I felt the chemicals wash around my body. After I emerged I swam over to the edge and got out, my clothes are disintegrated, torn and ripped from all the chemicals and acid. I started to laugh, it worked. Now I'm even more like my dad and my mom even. I kept laughing the famous laugh of my father. He’s right it is a refreshing feeling.

Dad my dad I need to get to the club. I got up I started to walk down the empty streets of Gotham. Kinda happy no one is out on the streets at least where I'm at right now. Considering my lack of clothing in some places.

As I get closer to the club and the closer to the more populated streets I tried to hide in the shadows so people wouldn't notice my attire as much.

As I got to the club I went around back. Frost was there telling some people that J would meet with them again next week. Daddy must have just finished with a client. He turned and saw me. I walked over to him once he saw what I was covered in he wrapped his jacket around me and lead me inside to my father's personal booth.

“Boss” Frost said opening the door and letting me inside before sitting down by the door like always.

“Hey Daddy” I said giggling.

He looked over to me shocked but gave his famous grin that to most people would scare the shit out of them but to me it meant he was proud and happy. He walked over to me he pulled me to him wrapping his right arm around me protectively. “My princess , you need new clothes. Got to say love the hair.” He joked.

Considering my hair was y/h/c before the chemicals it is a change.

“Me to, blue and green who would have thought look good on me ” I said smiling up to him. He kissed my forehead.

He whistled over to mom she looked over she winked and smiled when she saw me. Dad told Frost to take mom home when she wanted.

“Let's get you some new clothes sweetheart” He said to me as we walked out of the booth and headed home. “What took ya so long princess, I was startin to get worried.” he said as we walked outside he got on one side of the Lambo and I got to the other we opened the doors but stopped before getting in and looked at each other.

“Oh you know, finally saw the bubbles as takin uh bubble bath” I said smirking, then hopping in the car.

J just stood there for a minute then started laughing, ‘the bubbles’  he thought in his head. HaHaHaHaHaHaHa! Of course.