#jokester

[brucewaynehater101]

God, imagine if multiversal shenanigans happen and poor traumatized JJ/Tim ends up having to work alongside the Jokester from Earth-3

Jokester is from a universe where the JL are villains and their rogues are the heroes, and yes this includes Batman (Owlman in his universe, ruthless leader of the Court Of Owls). Guess which Batman rogue the Jokester is the heroic version of. GUESS. WHAT. ROGUE.

Oh my fucking gods. You're onto something here. Make traumatized JJ/Tim and Red Hood have to ally themselves with Jokester and each other in order to get home. Give them no choice.

Make them all suffer

[funnibluecreturs]

More Jokester Stuff Aka Jokey Smurf but he's dressed as a jester consisting of a yellow and red color palette and is also kind of a menace. Also the last one is supposed to be Jokester if he were to be in the 80s show. I'll also try to give Jokester that hat from now on. I'm questioning if I should give the Jokester some red gloves.

[koda-arts511]

Did a SixFanarts challenge! Nearly forgot to post this but here we are!

( also with Three Extras because I got a lot of requests 😘 )

[hatsampixie]

"It's over here!"

*INSERT LOUD TRAIN HORN SFX HERE*

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Disney Figment inspired comic for @funnibluecreturs, ft. their Smurfash AU version of Jokey smurf, aka Jokester. :3

[litllehrt]

made a little edit of a batman comic panel with red hood from earth 3

dw i'm not betraying mortal kombat or Hanzo he's still my fav

Og is on the right I think

[sillybilly89]

The only funny diabetes jokes are the ones me and my friends have

Bro looked at my cgm and shouted across quiet classroom

“IS THAT A FUCKING FLIPHONE??-??/?”

So now when my meter goes off he picks his hand up like a phone and says “hello? Is that you diabetes? I WANT A REFUND.”

My friends are very funny guys trust

[lightvsdark18]

Sees the overbloters have overbloted again.

Yuu: "Guys, I'm not wearing brown pants."

Ace: "Why brown pants?"

Yuu: "So you can't tell I shit myself."

[bougiebutchbitch]

Desperately gnawing on the concept of a universe-swap fic where Batman winds up with Jokester and Joker winds up with Owlman...

CN: violence, smut, violent smut insinuated, dubcon insinuated

Batman doesn’t trust Jokester at first - how can he? But the more he learns about the other universe and his counterpart, the more he understands. The more he believes. The more he starts to let himself feel what he’s never allowed himself to feel.

After all, is Jokester not what he’s always searched for? A light within the monstrous dark; a beacon of hope on which Batman has burnt himself so many times, he’s almost given up and doused the flames? A sign that not even the Joker is irredeemable in every iteration of this world?

But if that’s true, then the Owlman must be a sign that Batman is far from uncorruptable, too.

Jokester is as much of a flirt as the man he replaced, albeit with significantly less blood on his hands. He teases, he pushes. Batman can’t help but fall.

Far away, in another world, Joker gnaws his cheeks raw and gnashes his teeth, because he knows - he just knows - that his Bat would love that snivelling, pathetic, defanged version of himself, who gets all squeamish about murder and maiming and - ugh, oh, isn’t he just an embarrassment to every other Joker in the multiverse?

Why, the thought that his first time with the Bat might be stolen by that purple-haired little trollop is almost as offensive as it’s hilarious.

But if Batman is honking the wrong clown’s horn, why shouldn’t Joker have some fun of his own, huh? Especially since the big, bad Bat - no, Owl - of this world really puts the emphasis on the ‘bad’. He doesn’t bother with all those silly silly morals that hold Joker and Batman apart. He rules Gotham with an iron fist, and Joker can’t wait to get it around his throat. 

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And thus, for a while, on both sides of the divide, everything feels exactly as it should be.

But it’s not long before the cracks begin to show.

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Batman buries his fingers in purple hair when he kisses his partner at the end of each patrol. He feels the soft curls tangling in the heavy, armoured joints of his gloves, the warmth of the mouth against his, the acid scars and the strange, mutated smoothness of Jokester’s skin. And every time, he shuts his eyes and tries not to think of green.

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One night, hungry for a dance, Joker nicks a bunch of chemicals from the mansion’s bathroom and blows one wing of the house sky-high. But when the caped crusader of Gotham pummels him into the floor (and then the bed) in punishment, mouth tight with fury under his cowl, his cloak is white, not black.

When Joker calls him Brucie, Owlman sneers and tells him Bruce Wayne is dead. A heavy collar clicks shut around Joker’s neck as he laughs and laughs and laughs until it’s almost screaming.

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One night, Jokester takes Batman up to the roof of the tallest skyscraper in Gotham - one of Wayne Enterprises’, of course. He gazes out over a cityscape so familiar, yet so different. So twisted in such alien ways.

“Well,” he says, in that acid-scratch voice, like he’s been gargling with bleach. “This has been swell, partner. 10/10 on Trip Advisor, for sure. But it’s been a long staycation, and I’m not the only one who’s been thinking of home, sweet home.”

Bruce’s brows furrow beneath the cowl until they match Batman’s permanent black rubber frown. “What do you mean? This is my home, right here.”

The look Jokester shoots him is rather too knowing. For a moment, in the distorted glare of the reflected city lights, his green jacket almost looks purple.

Bruce’s tongue works dryly against his throat as he swallows. “It could be your home, too.”

Jokester pats his cheek, drawing back along the thin ledge that separates the roof from the empty night sky. “I bet you say that to all the clowns...”

“I’m serious. You don’t have to go back.”

Gotham - his Gotham - is so much better now. No more Joker gas. No more regular mass-murders or breakouts from Arkham. No more monthly birthday presents.

Batman still feels that strange tightening in his abdomen when the end of the month approaches. He used to think it was worry about what mayhem Joker would wreak next.

Now he’s not so sure.

“What about my world?” the Jokester wants to know. “Ol’ Owlie’s gonna find plenty of entertainment with my worse half, for sure - but just think of the mess I’ll have to clean when I get back!” He flashes his dark-painted nails. “This manicure is not made for housework, I’m afraid.”

Batman reaches out, but Jokester dances away so his hand closes on air rather than his arm, windmilling his arms with pantomimed clumsiness, the toes of his dress shoes slipping against the roof’s edge, like he couldn’t balance along a tightrope as easily as Selina.

“I don’t want you to go back.”

Jokester goes still, balance perfect despite his ungainly pose, then slowly resettles on the balls of his feet, hands dropping to his sides. His face is all familiar marble lines. Bruce knows them so well he could sculpt him with his eyes shut - but he’s never seen this particular expression on his Joker.

Regret.

“I want to go back,” he murmurs, and it strikes Batman suddenly, guiltily, that maybe he isn’t the only one who’s bit his tongue at the point of climax to keep the wrong name from spilling out.

There’s little more to say, after that. Perhaps Bruce should fight harder to convince Jokester to say. He should definitely fight harder to convince himself that’s the outcome he wants.

But he doesn’t.

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He takes the world-swap project off hold, and within a week he has a working prototype. He kisses Jokester one last time, as they wait for the machine to power up. It’s a goodbye. It’s a thank you. It’s a silent, soft understanding - one neither of them will get from anyone else (already, the rest of the Batfam, who had grudgingly begun to welcome a purple-haired clown at their table, have evacuated the house and fled for their respective corners of the city).

Batman will miss them. Hell, he’ll miss him. As he curls his arms around Jokester’s body - the body he’s sending back to face a version of himself built from Bruce’s deepest desires and his compounded nightmares - tilting him back, deepening the kiss, he wonders if he’s making the worst mistake of his life.

But then, his mouth fills with the hot wash of blood. The spidery hands on his shoulders tense into claws, nails scraping sharp across the Kevlar plates. The machine’s hum reaches its crescendo. The lights flicker, then dim. Sparks burst from a console; something, somewhere, goes Zzzzzzp. The world tilts ten degrees starboard, then realigns like it’s settling after a wave, and the clown in Bruce’s embrace is suddenly all edges rather than soft compliance.

There’s a moment where that thin, rangy form winds tight like he might bolt or bite. But he only draws back far enough to slap Bruce across the face. Hard.

Bruce jerks, pain exploding through his right ear. “Ow?”

“Ow?” Joker rages. “Ow? Took you long enough! What’s the matter - you decided you prefer the grape flavor, over lime?”

He looks incredible. Vicious green eyes and knife-sharp bones and fists balled so tight at his sides they very-almost quiver. The springy curls wrapped around the fingers of Batman’s gauntlets are green. As they’re supposed to be.

He also looks terrible. Black eyes, hunched posture like he’s cracked a rib or five. Bruises everywhere Batman can see. Blood, too. Clothes in tatters, his acrid scent muddied with burnt mortar and singed hair. Like he’s been running, fighting, running again, for a very long time. Chased and caught and chased and caught over and over, a mouse beneath the paw of a cat.

Just like he’s always wanted, right? A nemesis who loves the dance as much as he.

“I honestly figured you were enjoying yourself,” Batman admits.

Joker huffs, crossing his spindly arms. “I was. Other-you - although he’s not other-you for your flesh mask, by the way? Just to make things more confusing! He’s a riot. Same stoic straight-man to my clowning routine. Same willingness to demonstrate that straight-man really ain’t the best description. But he’s completely absent of a moral compass! No more Joker, you can’t do that, or Joker, stop before you hurt anyone else, or Joker, won’t you think of the children?” Joker clasps his hands to his chest with a dreamy sigh. “Oh, why would I ever want to leave?”

Why indeed?

Batman’s gaze clings to the white metal collar wrapping Joker’s neck. He’s never gone quite that far before. Just as Joker hadn’t gone quite as far with him as Jokester had - straddling Bruce on the mussed sheets of his penthouse King-Size, riding him fast then slow. Panting, whining, dragging Bruce’s hand to feel that slick, hot, perfect point of connection where he stretched his clown out on his cock. Leaning forward to catch him in a kiss, purple curls tickling Bruce’s cheeks...

Batman tries not to dwell on that. Like he tries not to dwell on the nauseating coil of hot and cold, intrigue and repulsion, that wraps as tightly around his guts as that collar on Joker’s throat.

“Sometimes,” he says, as the lights slowly buzz back to full, illuminating the interior of one of the many abandoned warehouses at the edge of the docks, “we get what we wished for. Only to realize...”

He trails off, unsure how to finish. But Joker breaks into a beam that has no right to look so gleeful, with so much blood caked to his face. Although, at a closer look, Batman reckons only half of it’s his.

Joker left a scar on his counterpart. The thought sparks a strange marriage of envy and pride.

“That what we wanted was right beside us all along?” Joker chirps, batting his eyelashes. “My, Mr Batman B. Wayne! Is this where you get down on one knee?” He holds out one slender hand, like he’s showing off a ring. Or the knot at the knuckle of his ring finger, where the bone has been pulled from the joint and twisted abnormally to the side, no doubt while escaping cuffs. “Pick any stone but amethyst.”

Batman still doesn’t know if he’s walking the right path. Should he have insisted that Jokester stay for Gotham’s sake, while letting the other world burn? Or just that the Jokester stay for his own sake, so he won’t be delivered into the waiting arms of a monster like the Owlman?

But Batman’s monster is right here.

“I’m taking you back to Arkham,” he says, burying his fist in Joker’s collar, tugging him out the warehouse and towards the idling car. Then, when Joker pouts - evidently too injured, too exhausted, to put up much of a fight - “After we visit the cave, and get that thing off your neck.”

That perks Joker up; he trots the rest of the way to the car and plonks himself in the passenger seat while Batman enables the prisoner controls. Once there, he leans back against the headrest, stretching out the long, lean line of his throat. His skin is rudely white against the shadows. Like something cut from paper, or bone.

“Why? Wanna replace it with one of your own?”

He laughs when Batman fumbles the wrong button, sending out a loud blare of police radio static. The cackle is high and ugly and utterly, inescapably him.

Batman basks in it. Then he slams the correct button, tough fabric restraints wrapping around Joker’s chest and pinning him tight to the chair. He settles into the driver’s seat while Joker’s still sniggering and roars away as the warehouse bursts into flame, erasing all evidence of their collision between worlds - except that which lives on in the memories of one bat, one owl, and two clowns.

[shanxy180]

the @ahatintime-oc-competition was fun while it lasted but I suppose Jokester was dismissed from the court :pensive:

still it was great fun!!! Cassidy the Magpie belongs to @majormeilani

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Do you have any headcanon's for any heroic character on Earth 3?

The big two--World's Finest, if you will--are Captain Alexander Luthor of the Imperial Amerikan Marines and Jack "Jokester" Dent, Clown Prince of Justice.

Alex, despite this family's immense wealth, grew up in the shadow of his foster brother, Clark, through to their adulthood and the day Colonel Kent left for the stars and returned as Earth's new self-proclaimed ruler, Kil-Vex the Ultraman (no relation, obvs). Alex had risen to Captain under the Wilson Regime and personally requested point on the anti-Ultraman offensive. President Wilson's denial of that request and subsequent deal with Kil-Vex led Alex to defect, quickly burning through his personal wealth to build up an Anti-Ultraman Army. It was a disaster. Luthor's personal tragedies continued from there, as his wife, his sister, and eventually his own child all betrayed him for the Crime Syndicate. As his family collapsed, Luthor fully committed himself to his Legion of Justice, even as they were demoralized by defeat after defeat. In a moment of weakness, he tried to even the playing field by stealing geriatric villain Will Batson's dark lightning of MAZAHS, but the cursed magic erased his consciousness and replaced with a warped personality similar to his multiversal counterparts. He was eventually freed from the Curse of Mazahs, his belief in justice strengthened by the shame of the hunger for power he now knew slept deep within his very being.

Jack came from much less auspicious beginnings, a struggling actor and comedian whose act got him the wrong kind of attention of Owlman and his Talons. Viciously beaten and scarred, Jack took to wearing clown make-up and joined up with his ex-wife Evelyn Gold's Justice Underground. As Jokester and Three-Face, they worked with a loose network of other costumed heroes--Quizmaster, King Croc, Tick-Tockman, Mister Moth, Red Hood, and Jack and Evelyn's daughter Duela--to wage an asymmetrical war with Owlman and the fascist Council of Owls that had ruled Gotham for centuries. After killing one of the Talons in self-defense and attempting to return the body to Owlman, Jack was promptly executed, making the return of the Jokester not long after something of a personal annoyance to the Owl. As for Jack himself, even he couldn't explain why he was alive again...but then he always preferred multi-choice questions.

[kittymaine]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Animated) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jokester vs. Batman, Jokester vs. Joker, Jokester & Robin, Batman & Jokester Characters: Jokester, Batman, Robin (DCU), Dick Grayson, Joker (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Earth-3, Mirror Universe, Mirror Universe Crossover, Humor, Mistaken Identity, Heroes, Arch-Nemesis, Improvised weapons, Misunderstandings, Explosions, Child Briefly In Danger, Snark, Team Up, Batmobile, Clowns, Defenestration solves all problems, Dynamic Duo, Optimism, Class Issues, getting shot is not good, the Batcave was decorated by a hyperorganized eight-year-old wasn't it?, Christmas Presents, The Buttlemeister, scentless baby penguin, irrepressible urge to quote Victor Hugo Series: Part 1 of Sideshows Triumphant Summary:

The Jokester has gotten used to his face not being the most reassuring sight in the world, what with the scars, but everyone he meets all of a sudden acting like they think he's some kind of puppy-kicking monster, that's...new.

It's almost a relief when Owlman shows up. The black outfit is also new, but at least here's someone who's supposed to hate him.

[funnibluecreturs]

Jokester and Ash interaction

In the Smurfash AU, Jokester would try to get a reaction out of Ash. But he only gets a blank stare and silence when he tries.

Oh, how to get past that unflappable demeanor?

[you-would-turn-it-off-halfway]

[hatsampixie]

Pictures taken moments before disaster.

Another pic ft. @funnibluecreturs Jokester, I just love this lil' guy's design, the jester look fits the lil' prankster so well! he's adorbz :3

It's not gonna end well for whoever he's pranking, (probably Brainy.) and Floral's not gonna be too happy afterwards either, that's for sure. o_o

[wildgirl86]

Lum is such a jokester sometimes (and Ataru secretly loves it)❤️