#ledger joker x harley

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Masterlist ✨

Ledger!Joker x Reader Oneshots/Drabbles

Just The Way You Are - Joker paired with a reader self conscious about their weight/body

Dress Shopping - After y/n orders a dress that doesn't fit, her insecurities about her body take over. Luckily Joker knows just what to do to help. Part 2 for Just The Way You Are

Exhaustion - J comes home from work tired and covered in blood. You help him relax and get some rest.

Curls - J and the reader bond over their shared hair type.

Home from the Psych Ward - Joker has been in Arkham for the past month. He escaped two days ago and after the horrible treatment comes home to you sick and miserable. You nurse him back to health.

My Everything - Y/n is killed by one of Joker’s many enemies and as we can all predict, J loses his everloving mind.

Your Scars Are Part of You - J comes home from work one night feeling unusually self conscious about his looks. You do everything you can to help him feel better - short fluff drabble

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Ledger!Joker Headcanons

Miscellaneous

J x Artist!Reader

J x 18 yo Reader

Christmas Headcanons

Music Headcanons/Ask Game

Pregnant!Reader and J as a Dad

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Crack A Smile and Cut Your Mouth - Joker Origin Story - In Progress

Chapter 1: Jack

Chapter 2: Feels Better In My Head

Chapter 3: Leaving Home

Chapter 4: Desert Sands

Chapter 5: Hell On Earth

Chapter 6: Injury

Chapter 7: Discharged

Chapter 8: Life's Full of Surprises

Chapter 9: Gotham

Chapter 10: Nothing Is The Same

Chapter 11: I'll Take A Quiet Life

Chapter 12: Calloused Heart

Chapter 13: There Ought To Be Clowns

Chapter 14: Restlessness

Chapter 15: Crack A Smile and Cut Your Mouth

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Fire Meet Gasoline - Nolanverse!Harley Origin Story - Completed

Chapter 1: First Encounter

Chapter 2: Moving In

Chapter 3: Getting Closer

Chapter 4: I don’t need help

Chapter 5: Harlequinade

Red Silk - Ledger!Joker x Nolanverse!Harley Oneshot

[haridkrish]

This is the best ever Joker artwork I have made :) It will remain that way forever! Coz I waited so many years to get good at art to make this one. And finally made it :)

[nerdby]

You know you're trash when even the Joker hates your guts.

From DC's Injustice: Year Zero (2020)

[crimbabyops]

Unknown Story Idea

Here's a DC story idea I had basically a what if romance story where the government decide to lock up the hero's and villain's and basically left Gotham and Metropolis on there own. I don't have a title for it but do let me know if yall like it and I will post the second half.

Warnings: Cheating, cursing, murder, smut, poly relationship, manipulation, toxic, and I think thats it maybe we will see.

Everyday always started the same, Neighbors arguing over the same thing like a broken record. “WHY IS THAT BITCH IN MY BED TYRONE?!” your neighbor Tyrella says. “YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME WE WAS GETTING EVICTED!” the old couple next door says. You never knew their name, not that you didn’t want to, but they were never home, always out on some extravagant cruise. 

Today though something felt different like something new, something out of your broken record life. You were excited for this new change you felt, you just hoped it was a good change. The day was Monday 12:35 pm, you were preparing for another shitty day at the Museum.�� Of course it wasn’t a normal museum though, it was the Gotham Museum for the Unnatural and Natural Hero and Villians. 

A showcase to the history of fights, explosion, and our waste of taxes rebuilding a city that’s always breaking and getting robbed. You were around when heroes and villains were loved but then the government decided they were just too expensive to cover for so they made a decision to lock up every hero and villain in Gotham and Metropolis. 

It didn’t change a thing all it did was cause an outrage from people everywhere, riots were constantly happening, murders around every corner and what did the government do. They went after each other, Each one deciding they couldn't do it anymore, leaving everything up to the powerless humans of Gotham and Metropolis. 

We're getting off topic, back to you though, Y/N Y/LN top of your class in the criminal system and psychology. So why are you working at a museum and not in the justice system because right after the government shut down. There wasn't much work for you to do. People used that as an excuse to disband police stations, fire departments, schools, prisons, and etc. 

Except for one place though it wasn’t allowed to close Amanda Waller wouldn’t let it for her reasons being a place to hold her little puppets. She didn’t say that specifically but you could tell that was her reasoning knowing how much she used them especially the Suicide Squad. Her most proud puppets are now sitting in a cell wondering why and for what reason did they trust Amanda. 

You pulled up to work ready for anything it was gonna throw at you except for this. “I’m sorry Y/N we just don’t have enough money to pay you at the current moment.” Your boss says too you with a look of pure fucking lies. You gave him the most straight face ever and said “Cool. When’s my last paycheck?” “That’s it you're not gonna fight for your job or anything?” “Excuse my French but this job only pay my $24 a day. I deal with your scamming ass and these bullshit ass co-workers that’s constantly eating my shit.” you pause looking at Carol currently eating your food right now. 

She slides down her chair eating your homemade spicy chicken ramen. That took you 24 hours to make. “So excuse me if i feel like i have all right to say fuck this job oh and also your wife knows your cheating with greg honey and she also knows your the bottom love we all do.” You leave right after that with a victorious smile on your face. 

Days go by and you're still looking for a job that qualifies with your degree but all you see are low incoming jobs at diners and gas stations. The more you look the more disappointed you are. You give up and just go to bed at that point hoping something pops up. 

Ring ring ring 

Your phone goes off but you're too tired to answer it so you let it ring. It rings a few more times before it stops and goes again. Annoyed by the buzzing on your desk you pick up. “Hi is this Y/N, This Jolene I work for Gothams Mental Hospital of the Criminal Insane and The Society Un-Approved or the G.M.H.C.I.” you cringe at the long name wondering how long it took her to learn that. “Yes Hi, how can I help you at 3 am?”. 

She starts explaining how they saw your resume and if you were available for an interview Wednesday morning around 3:30 pm. You agree and she tells you everything you need before hanging up the call and going to bed getting ready for the interview of the lifetime.

Love, Crim-The-Writer

[missfortuneisblue]

Miss Fortune a.k.a. Allison “Alice” Morrigan: [28] Born into a traveling circus and carnival, Alice was the life of her beloved parents, who were aerobatic performers who often did amazing feats on the tightrope suspended above the audience. The famous duo, “Lewy & Suzy” (Lewis and Susan Morrigan) an Irish and Japanese couple, husband and wife respectively. At the age of ten, tragedy struck in Alice’s life when her parents were brutally murdered by an “unsatisfied” patron after a show. She was the first to find their bodies on the floor in their trailer. After that, her life was a spiral downhill.

Even after improving on her knife throwing, sword swallowing, and acrobatics, and showing her excellent grades from her online courses, the ringleader and the circus management forced her to become one of the clowns in fear that she might become a hazard to others. And despite her attempts to prove that she wouldn’t be a problem, she ended up proving their point when she was on the tightrope wire trying a new act when she saw her parents performing in front of her, causing her to go into shock and falling backwards. Thankfully there was a net placed to catch her. She permanently became a clown afterwards.

Taking on the stage name “Mad Alice” for her clown persona at age 16, Alice became one of the most beloved characters at the circus due to her expressive and wild personality. All the young children would come up to her to get a hug or autograph, telling her she reminded them of Alice from “Alice in Wonderland”. The rest of the clowns absolutely despised the attention Alice was receiving, despite her being the one that brings more and more people every show. It also didn’t help that her mental state was becoming more deteriorated after being diagnosed with schizophrenia, pseudobulbar affect (PBA), PTSD, Anosognosia, and Atypical depression.

At 17, Alice started sneaking into the lion and tiger cages to feed them their daily meals, slowly befriending them. Every day, Alice would speak to them as if they are having a conversation—and they were, in her head. The lions and tigers would tell her about all of the abuse they endured during their time in captivity, and how much they wish to rip into the animal tamers’ guts to show them a lesson.

During aftershows, Alice would display creepy behavior such as staring and smiling at others for a long period of time, random fits of laughter, walking into the kitchen to steal a knife, talking to herself, and spontaneously bursting into dance whenever hearing music. But one of the clowns, a 40 year old woman named Ruby, who lost her son in a car accident, always looked after Alice and had her best interests in heart. She doted on Alice as if she was her own baby girl, ever since the troubled girl was little. Ruby was the reality anchor Alice needed and the grandmother she never had.

Before one of the grand shows, Ruby took Alice to a tattoo parlor to grant the girl her wish: blue roses on her shoulders and left ribs in memory of her mother’s affectionate nickname given to Alice, “my little blue rose”.

By the age of 28, Alice was a fully grown psychopath under the guise of being the overworked star of the circus, dedicated to her craft and career as a clown. She is now more dangerous than before, almost killing her co-workers by throwing knives near their heads, leaving disturbing gifts in their trailers (after somehow breaking in), would create crazy and nightmarish paintings and drawings, would be found singing grimly lullabies and songs, spend hours listening to her mother’s music box that was an anniversary gift from her father, and most concerning of all, using razors and knives to cut herself and watch blood drip down her skin, reveling in the pleasure from the pain.

After a night show spoiled by a scheming Joker dressed in the former ringleader’s uniform, Alice was used as a hostage by the laughing clown and dragged down into a secret escape latch. She didn’t realize she was a hostage after they entered the sewers and struck up a conversation. Joker led her to another one of his hidden hideouts, an abandoned novelty factory. After a bit of more talking, Joker decided to make Alice his new henchwoman and gave her variety of outfits and gadgets to choose. After some “fooling around”—and learning more things about Alice that Joker wasn’t ready for—he had her join his goons. He gave her a variety of outfits to choose from, and she settled on what is now her iconic look.

Theme song: “It’s Bad Luck, Babe!”

Playlist :)

[noclowning]

RP Wanted!

M/F, F/F, shipping is ❤️, smut and angst are great!

Fandoms: DC, Marvel, Night World, Dark Visions, Chuck, Lucifer

Harley Quinn | @aharlequeen: dceu, comics, animated

Harleen Quinzel | @harlequeendoll: dceu, comics, animated

Harleen Napier | @harlsnapier: batman: white knight

Rogue | @atoxictouch: xmcu, comics, animated

Punchline | @sawtrick: comics

Mary-Lynnette Carter | @marylynnette: night world

Rashel Jordan | @slayerjordan: night world

Iliana Dominick | @violetwitcheyes: night world

Kaitlyn Fairchild | @witcheyed: dark visions

Sarah Walker | @sarahwalkerbartowski: chuck

Chloe Decker | @detectivemiracle: lucifer

[aharlequeen]

♦️RP Info♦️

Permissions Shipping/Smut Preferences PSL Ideas Visuals 

♦️Wanted Ships♦️

Joker/Harley

Ivy/Harley

♦️Muse List♦️

RP wanted! M/F, F/F, shipping is ❤️, smut and angst are great!

Harley Quinn | @aharlequeen: dceu, comics, animated

Harleen Quinzel | @harlequeendoll: dceu, comics, animated

Harleen Napier | @harlsnapier: batman: white knight

Rogue | @atoxictouch: xmcu, comics, animated

Punchline | @sawtrick: comics

Sarah Walker | @sarahwalkerbartowski: tv

Chloe Decker | @detectivemiracle: tv

[semra-world85]

Margot Robbie 🌹📌

@semra-world85

[gh0stly-pages]

Out of Our Minds (Part 1)

Ledger! Joker x f!reader (18+)

CW: just swearing for now :)

Summary: You’re a psychiatrist at Arkham, and have now been assigned to the most recent of Batman’s enemies, the Joker. You’re already barely getting by, but this new patient poses a challenge. If you can get him to show progress he’s getting better, then you might get a raise. If he doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere, then you’ve lost your job. You’re prepared to work extra hard to help him but the Joker is nothing like what you’ve expected. Everyone warns you how he’ll get inside your mind, crawl under your skin.

They might be right.

Next part

Notes: I’m not sure if there’s an audience for this, this is lowkey kinda just guilty pleasure for me, but I hope some other people will enjoy this series :) I’ve always wanted to see a Harley Quinn in the Dark Knight universe, so in this fic, you are Harley (well, similar to her, lol). Obviously there’s no cannon Harley-type character in the Dark Knight trilogy so this is all made up, and I’ve taken bits and pieces from different DC Harley’s, plus their relationship with Joker, so look out for that :) So, just have fun with it, hope you enjoy!

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Time seems to move slower at Arkham.

You adjust your coat, having barely swiped in just minutes ago but already it feels like hours and you’ve only just gone to the main office space and grabbed a cup of coffee. The coffee tastes disgusting, but you’re running off little sleep, so you down it quickly. Even from the office, you can hear the screams, cries, and rambles of the Arkham patients in the distance. You’ve been working here for two years already and still haven’t grown used to the constant roar of madness. You’re not upset over it though. You’re here to help these people, to help make sure the people in your city of Gotham are well. So, in a way, you welcome the noise. But that doesn’t mean you're fond of it, nor does it mean it lets you sleep.

Most people you talk to (which is very few, considering you’re always working) tend to judge you for choosing Arkham of all places to work. And, you’re honest with them, it certainly wasn’t your first option, but they pay well enough so that you can rent a decent apartment and you’ve quickly grown to enjoy the challenge it poses. It’s the higher-ups and the fear of being fired at any minute that makes the job truly a chore at times. But people will be assholes, and you’ve come to accept that.

When you’re done with your coffee, you toss the cup in the trash, grabbing a folder from out of your bag. It holds all your notes and the files of all the patients you deal with. You’ve got quite a few patients to meet with today, each with their own unique problems, their own unique story. You look over your notes, leaning against a wall when one of your bosses enters the room.

“Hello, y/n,” says Robert Dale, hanging up his coat on a rack to the side of the room. He’s a squat little old man who helps manage the asylum, keeping track of all the psychiatrists. He certainly isn’t the kindest of bosses, and you’re sure he only keeps you around because you’ve learned to just go with whatever the hell he and the other big Arkham bosses say. Sure, you can be easily submissive, but it’s that or the streets. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

You frown. That can’t be good. Everytime Dale talks to you, it’s either to demand, critique, or complain. “Good morning to you too, Mr. Dale,” you mumble.

He takes a deep breath and stuffs his hands in his pockets. “You’ve been watching the news, I presume?”

You nod. Who hasn’t? You live in Gotham, for crying out loud, and there’s almost too much crime to keep track of as of recent. Especially ever since that Batman showed up, some kind of masked hero who you never got the hype over. “Of course.”

“You see all that stuff about…the Joker?”

The Joker. The Clown Prince of Gotham. Chaos incarnated. A rowdy clown criminal facing up against Batman. He had just been caught by the Bat a week ago, and the news had been all over the case, wanting to know where he was sent next. Where he was being held. If he would ever come back… “Yeah, I’ve heard.”

“See, he’s been being held up in Blackgate, but he is now officially joining our little…family.” He said the word darkly, snorting. Your breath hitched in your throat. The Joker? “Anyways, he is a bit of a, and I'm sure you know this, tough nut to crack. He arrived here yesterday, in a solitary, high security cell and we’ve been looking for a proper person to… attend to him. We sent in a few of our other psychiatrists as a sort of test, seeing who he fits well with.”

“Right,” you bring yourself to say, even though your whole mouth feels like it’s filled with sand. The Joker. Here. At Arkham. “And?”

He sighs, running a hand through his graying hair. “Every single one of them left that room different. Some were crying, others looked shell shocked. Batman told us Joker was going to be hard to deal with, but we weren’t quite expecting something of this level. He bends the mind, tries to break you. Twists the way you think until you don’t even know who you are. Gets under your skin. So, let's just say, we’re looking for someone strong enough to take on our special little patient.”

You know where this is going, and even when Dale says the words, your mouth still drops. “I’m assigning you to the Joker, Miss l/n. You’ve always been up for a good challenge, and are very good at listening to our orders.”

Right. So I don’t get fired and end up homeless or working for some crooks. “Mr. Dale, I have other patients I need to attend to today and I have no room to fit in-”

He cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “I have already swapped your ten o'clock appointment so you can meet with the Joker. This is very important, Miss l/n, and you wouldn’t want to fail us, would you?”

As easy as you find it to work with your patients, the higher-ups are much harder for you to manage. “No…”

“Then it’s settled, you’ll be meeting with Joker at ten today, every other day, or more if necessary. You’ll file reports after every session on how your patient is doing, and if we see any progress, well, we may just have to raise your salary.”

Now that catches your attention. You didn’t even know a raise was possible. Especially not for you. You’ve been working so hard your whole life for what feels like nothing but now? Now, maybe all that work will finally pay off. “Mr. Dale, thank you. Thank you so much-“

“Don’t get too excited. If our patient doesn’t show any progress, well… we might have to let you go.”

At that, your entire face falls, your shoulders slumping. “What…?”

“Well, we’ve been needing to make a few cuts on psychiatrists and anyone might be subject to getting kicked.” He smiles and pats your shoulder. “But don’t worry, I have full faith in you.”

His words do nothing to soothe you as your heart pounds heavily in your chest. The toughest patient, all your responsibility, and you have to make him better under a certain amount of time or else? Shit. They were practically setting you up for failure. No. No, you can’t think that way. You’ve dealt with tons of patients, and every single time you’ve managed to get good results. This will be the same thing… “It- it’s a wonderful opportunity, thank you. I won’t let you down.”

He laughs and walks off. “I sure hope not.”

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“I��m here to see the patient.”

The guard looks up at you through his sunglasses and smirks. He uses the gun in his hands to point at you, and you step back. “Ah, so you’re the one they decided on to fix up this lunatic?”

“We don’t refer to them as lunatics, sir. And, yes, I’m Doctor y/n l/n.” Digging into the bag on your shoulder, you pull out your ID and hand it to the guard.

He glances at it once, bored, before grabbing his walkie talkie. “It’s Doctor y/n l/n you’re expecting, correct?”

The garbled voice on the other side responds back. “Correct.”

The guard looks back up at you. “Gimme your bag, please.”

You’re a bit startled, but give him your bag. Already, before even getting to this checkpoint, you’ve been through two whole security checks, and were definitely not expecting another. This Joker guy really is trouble. That just makes you panic even more. Trouble is hard to tame. The guard rummages through the bag a bit before nodding and handing it back, clicking on his walkie talkie again. “Doctor is clear for entry.”

A click noise sounds, and the door opens, leading to yet another room with another door with two more guards standing beside it. You jump as the door behind you clamps shut, and the two guards hardly flinch. The one to the left moves forward, holding something out in his hand. “This is your panic remote. See the green button right there? Press that when you’re done with your session or you need to get out. Got it?”

You grab the remote, looking at it closer. “What about the red button?”

“That’ll set off a gas that’ll knock the Joker out cold.”

Oh. That doesn’t sound good. You’ve dealt with some pretty nasty people but nothing ever this intense, nothing that needed this level of precaution. “Okay… Wait, won’t the gas get to me too?”

The guard shrugs. “Eh, yeah, but you’ll be fine. The doctors will fix you right up.”

You tuck the remote away in your coat pocket. “Right. Thanks…”

The other guard who hasn’t spoken a word until now enters some kind of code into the pad on the door and it swings open. “Good luck, sweetheart.”

The nickname makes you cringe but you step forward and bow your head. “Mhm.”

As soon as you step inside, the door slams closed, and you’re left to face the man everyone has been whispering about.

And there he is, sitting behind a table, looking up at you. The first thing that strikes you is his face, which lacks any makeup, and you don’t know if it shocks you because you’ve only ever seen him with his makeup on or because he appears human. Not quite the monster he’s made up to be. His skin is slightly tanned, his eyes brown and dull, his hair curled and askew down to his neck. Although he doesn’t have his makeup, there’s faded green hair dye still at the tips of his hair. His signature purple coat and suit has been swapped for a straitjacket. You try to look only into his eyes, but instead you flush and look at his mouth. His mouth, gosh. Without the smeared red makeup, you can see his scars so clear, the mangled flesh titled up into a smile on either side of his lips. Whatever caused those was nasty. Always smiling.

Bringing yourself to move, you carry yourself to the table, sitting down in the chair across from him, and you try and pretend your heart isn’t hammering. As you sit down, his eyes trace your everything. It makes you feel like some kind of animal. Is he studying you? Plotting your death? Horrible, but who knows with a man who is all unknowns? You clear your throat. “Uh, hello there, Joker. Can I call you Joker?”

He frowns and licks at his lips, smacking them together. At first, you don’t think he’ll talk, but it just takes him a second. “Well, what else would ya call me?”

You’ve heard him speak before, on the television, in those frightening hostage videos, but it’s more chilling in person, his distinct voice causing you to shudder. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. “R-right. Joker. I’m Doctor y/n l/n. Feel free to call me y/n, though.”

“Y/n,” he says slowly, as if tasting the name on his tongue. You resist shuddering again. “You’re the one they assigned to, ah, fix me up?”

You nod. “That’s me. But please, don’t think of it as fixing you. Think of it as helping you.”

“Help,” he spits out the word. “Whatever ya wanna call it. Sure. What ever happened to those other people they sent to see me the other night? They were all just so fun to play with.”

His words have a lot of bite behind them. Dale warned you about this. He was going to mess with you, and have fun doing it. “I believe they weren’t prepared to attend to you.”

“Awwww, did I hurt their feelings?” His voice is dripping with pure sarcastic sadness. He even feigns a frown. Then he breaks into a wide grin, giggling madly. “Well, if words are gonna hurt them that badly, maybe, uh, they’re in the wrong work field, huh?”

You make sure your face doesn’t move a bit. Play. It. Cool. Besides, progress doesn’t come from backing down. “We all have our strengths. It doesn’t matter what happened to them though, what matters is that I’m here now.”

“They really threw ya to the wolves, Miss l/n.” His tongue traces across his teeth. “Lucky for you, I won’t bite. Yet.”

You try very hard to ignore him. He probably does bite. “Today is gonna be a short meeting. Testing the waters. Now, we’ll be meeting every other day, so don’t feel like you need to open up to me immediately-”

“Me? Open up? If ya wanna open me up, you’re gonna need a big knife.” When your face falls, he leans forward and laughs harshly, a laugh laced with insanity. “Ha! Tough crowd, it seems.”

Already, he’s testing your patience. But you’ve faced worse. Or at least, you’ll pretend you have. “Mr. J, please-”

“Mr. J?” The Joker sits up straighter. “Heh, I like that. Makes me sound, uh, all fancy and stuff.”

“Mr. J,” you say again, this time harsher. “Today, I just want to get to know a bit about who you are. This is our first session so I’m not expecting too much. We don’t have to dive into the crimes, or your past, but I just wanna get to know a bit about you.”

He snorts. “Why?”

“I’m trying to help, Mr. J. I can’t help you if I don’t know… well, you. Not to mention, we have absolutely nothing on you. No files. No previous history. You’re a bit of a mystery.”

“Ah, a mystery.” He licks at his lips a few times before licking at the inside of his cheeks, no doubt tracing along his scars. “And you wanna solve me.”

“No, I just want to learn a bit more.” You reach into your bag and bring out your clipboard and a pen, clicking it once. “Now, where would you like to start? Maybe your childhood? Your job before your crimes?” His face contorts, and his nostrils begin to flare at such personal questions, so you try and tone it down. Before he lunges at me and chokes me to death. “It’s okay, we can start small. What are your interests?”

His shoulders drop a bit. He rocks back and forth in his seat, humming in thought. It’s weird, really, to see him like this. Not blowing something up, or filming himself raming about some kind of new evil plan he has. “Hmmm, well, I like, uh, a good joke every now and again. I like, hm, ah, a good tussle. Blades. TNT.”

You scribble it all down, right with a question mark and a frowny face. None of that sounds promising. “Right…”

“What’s wrong, doll? You seem…” He smiles gleefully. “Upset.” His T’s are pronounced harshly.

Doll. You should definitely correct him, to tell him to call you by your name, but you decide to let it slide. “No, I’m just… taking it all in. So you like weapons. Jokes. Is that how you decided on your name?”

He smacks his lips. “More or less.”

“Okay. Right. And the whole clown thing, your persona-?”

“Persona? Ha! This is aaaallllll me, dollface.”

“Right. So, the clown thing, how’d that come about? Your makeup, what’s the reason for it?” As you say it, your eyes fall to his scars, the way his lips lick along the very edge of them, and when he catches sight of this, he glares.

“Ah ah ah,” he coos darkly. “We won’t be getting into that today.”

You swallow hard. “Okay. It’s fine. One day at a time.”

He nods and leans forward, and it’s like his eyes can see into your very soul. “Ah, enough about me, huh, doll? Tell me about little ol’ you.”

You frown. “We’re not here to talk about me, Mr. J.”

“Oh, you’re not, but I would like to hear a thing or two about the person I'll be spending lots of, uh, personal time with.”

The way he says personal time, with an almost ferociousness to it, makes you break out in goosebumps, and you’re thankful for the coat covering your arms. “Hm, fine. What do you want to know?”

“Oh, ya know, a bit of this, a bit of that.” He tosses his head around. “How’d you end up in a shithole like Arkham?”

You take a deep breath. Does he seriously care to know? Or is he messing with you? Knowing what you know about him, you’re sure it’s the latter. “Well, it’s always been my passion to be a psychiatrist. I love Gotham and I wanna help its people.”

Joker leans back. “Hmmm, you’re one of those little doctors, huh? Wanna get everyone all fixed up so you can feel like a little saint?”

That takes you aback. You resist the urge to glare. Stay calm. You’re trying to help. “No, I don’t want to be a saint. I just want to-“

“Make yourself feel better? Wanna, uh, be able to give yourself a pat on the back and say ‘look at how amazing I am’? Puh-lease. Nobody really wants to help because they’re selfless.” He leans in. “We’re all selfish, every last one of us. So don’t lie. Nobody likes a liar.”

If you were anyone else, you might have wavered. So this is what they meant when they said Joker was a tough case. He had flipped the tables and started trying to analyze you. Well, you were tough enough, and you weren’t going to back down. You look him right in the eye. “You have a very interesting world view, Mr. J. But if I was just doing this for myself, we wouldn’t be seated here today.”

“Oh, but you didn’t choose to be here, they stuck ya in with me.” His eyes widen. “Seems your bosses aren’t too fond of ya, doll. Or are you just so stuck beneath their boots that you didn’t even question them?”

Now he was really reading you. How could he tell? Was he just that good at digging into people, or were you just too much of an open book? Whatever it was, you pushed it aside. Don’t give in. You’re not doing this for your bosses, you’re doing this for you. “You’re very observant. But again, we’re not here to analyze me. We’re here to talk about you.”

He shrugs. “Whatever you wanna say, doll. But don’t worry,” he says, licking his lips, “I’ll figure you out before you even get anywhere with me. In fact, I think I’m already getting a good guess.”

“Please, Mr. J, I’m the psychiatrist here. Now, our session is coming to an end-”

“Pity.”

“-but I have one last question before our session ends.”

“Go ahead, doll.”

“If you were to describe yourself in one word, what would you use?”

“Ha! Easy. Chaos.”

“And, why does this word define you? Why do you want to be chaos? What do you get out of it?”

He shakes his head. “Ah ta ta, that’s more than one question, doll face. Now, before you leave, lemme, uh, ask you the same thing. What word would you use to describe me?”

His question takes you slightly off guard. There were tons of things you could say. Insane. Wild. Crazy. But those would describe the Joker he was outside, the man that fought the Batman. Whoever you were looking at now was clearly more than that. “Intriguing.”

With that, the Joker's face split into a wide smile. “Ah, now that’s a new one. I think I might actually come to enjoy these, ah, little sessions.” He tilts his head. “I expect you’ll be going now?”

You reach into your purse and grab the remote. “Yes, Mr. J. Thank you for your time. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

He’s smiling so wide now, the tips of his scars almost touch his ears. There’s something about his smile. It’s not horrible, not at all. It’s mesmerizing.

“I can’t wait.”

___________________________

That night you can’t go to bed, but not for the same reasons as usual.

Most nights, as you settle down, you’re pulled from sleep by the phantom echoes of the screaming of Arkham patients. Other nights, you’re up for hours thinking of different ways to help your patients. But tonight, you can’t be bothered to think about anyone but the Joker. Dale was right. Already, he’s creeping into your mind, settling beneath your skin. You should be frightened, really, but your mind just wanders with fascination. No, you definitely will not be getting sleep tonight. Instead, you grab your laptop and type in your patient's name. If he won't tell you anything himself, then you’ll get to the bottom of it.

You end up reading about him for hours. Intriguing, indeed.

End notes: see you next time ;)

[venussaidso]

People making crackships popular is gagging me. Clara Oswald and Sherlock Holmes are an Ashwini x Ashwini ship. Why is this CRACKSHIP so POPULAR 💀

Fandom is so annoying

I just realized... Rooney Mara, Ashwini Sun, was also one of the people fancasted as Lady Loki alongside Ashwini Moon Eva Green in the fandom forums back in the 2010s. And also Katie McGrath who could have Magha Moon (depending on what birthday is accurate, her other birthday gives her Shatabhisha Sun and another one gives her Swati Sun; interesting as she's nodal overall and has this Loki vibe to her).

It reminds me when DC fandoms, before Margot Robbie's portrayal of Harley Quinn, so back in the early 2010s, used to cast Brittany Murphy as Harley Quinn to Heath Ledger's Joker.

And they did the same thing for the series Gotham's Joker played by Cameron Monaghan, fancasting another Swati native, India Eisley, as Harley Quinn! I used to watch their fan edits on YouTube repeatedly! 😭

SO NOW!???

Canon live-action versions of this character is portrayed by Swati Moons too!

Also.

An Ashwini moment for me, back in my Loki fan forums.

Idk about yall but he's not beating the Ashwini allegations enough for me (I'm the only one accusing him hehe).

Like.

TH mostly looks Dhanistha though but oh well bro better give out that birthtime. Patterns never fail me unless I'm picking up on whatever his ASC is.

[lily-radiance]

Random fic headcanons and ideas:

TWD season two Daryl Dixon with an S/O who's in trouble

Both loners

MC is not from Georgia

Early 20s MC dating mid-30s Daryl

She knows how to shoot archery bows but not crossbows

Touch-starved

Andrea considers MC like another younger sibling

Everyone advises Daryl not to go for you and vice versa

When Rick, Hershel, and Glenn go to the bar, MC accompanies them. Daryl only goes when Lori tells him that you are in danger.

Carol gives him advice

Andrea and Lori warn him if he breaks your heart, he's a dead man.

RE4 Leon with a high school best friend who became an Umbrella Scientist.

MC was initially training for the force with Leon but dropped out to find another passion

She wants to help people but gets pulled into Umbrella’s dark research

Leon caught a glimpse of her at the end of RE2 but couldn't be sure if it was her.

Ashley doesn't trust MC, but Leon ignores it

Both have combat experience and have undergone physical conditioning

MC does not have Las Plagas

Krauser spars with MC, causing Leon to jump in.

Krauser asks Leon to choose between you and Ashley.

IDK if Leon would be sweet here or a Yandere.

Arkham Movie Trilogy Jonathan Crane, Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy x Psychiatrist reader

This story is currently in progress!!!

Reader works at Arkham Asylum

Friends with Bruce Wayne

Knows about his alter ego and occasionally helps him solve cases

Reader believes Bruce should do more with his money to benefit Gotham

Combines Heath Ledger’s Joker with Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn

The reader was in the same major as Harley in college, and the two dated briefly

Harley constantly teases the reader when she catches wind of a new crush

You try to ignore her, but eventually can't as she warns you that the doctor is deadlier than he lets on

You brush it off, too fond of your coworker to accept the notion that he can hurt you

Bruce doesn't like your new counterpart, picking up a destructive energy that screams guilty

In defiance, you decide to bring your beaux to one of many parties and get on your friend’s last nerve.

A kiss is shared in front of the crowd, some murmuring complaints while others smile. You wish to stay in Jonathan’s arms, but the moment is interrupted as Bruce pulls you aside

Naturally, two upper-class socialites fighting in front of an audience calls for bad publicity, but not on your part

“If you keep this up, you'll become a sewer rat criminal just like the rest!”

Luckily, you decided to wear a few rings to accentuate your outfit. Not only do you look stunning, but you reel back and land a brutal slap on his cheek. Yet that doesn't hurt as much as your following words.

“How dare you, Bruce. How dare you scrutinize what you can never understand. Thomas and Martha would be ashamed of you, and you, of all people, know they were difficult to rattle. Next time you need anything, ask someone who gives a shit.”

Your friend has to watch in shock as you exit the home, arm linked with a man he despises. Even in disagreeable situations, you manage to exhibit grace and elegance. It's the beginning of a new era and the opportunity to forget the complex life of the wealthy.

“Is your hand alright, (Y/N)? Better yet, are you okay?”

Never underestimate a psychiatrist to get into your head. He walks you to the car, watching your lips tremble in the darkness. You meet his stare, and one thought crosses your mind: kissing him sounds lovely. The doctor is efficient at picking up social cues, leaning down to meet your lips, and extinguishing the frigid temperature.

“As long as I'm with you, Jonathan. I can do anything with you by my side, no matter the risks.”

I want to make the reader an anti-hero vigilante with the “Grim Reaper” theme. Supernatural powers in Batman don't really occur so I will brainstorm. Most villains are the work of genetic experiments gone wrong so maybe I'll work with that?

JD(Heathers 1989) dating the reader

You are friends with Veronica and the despicable Heathers

Instead of going along with their charades, you often argue and challenge Heather Chandler

She constantly threatens your social standing but knows that the campus would easily choose you over her.

Purple color coded

JD can't help but admire your tenacity as you begrudgingly follow Veronica to the table, attempting to stop the girl from doing Heather’s bidding.

When you walk over, he seems uninterested in the girl speaking to him, instead transfixed on your disinterested attitude. Unknowingly, you lick your lips, tasting lip gloss and wiping some glitter away. When you lock eyes, you swear your heart stops beating, drawn to his carefree attitude.

Veronica says a few words to you, trying to convince you to let her administer the lunch poll

As she talks, you playfully roll your eyes, causing the delinquent to smirk in your direction. He hides a chuckle from breaking out, finding your careless joking funny given the circumstances. When Veronica walks off, it allows you to sit across from the newcomer, albeit a little too eagerly.

“Mind if I ask for a smoke? I'm dying from boredom.”

“Sure, I could never say no to a girl like you. I’m guessing you’ve been trying to break from those devils all day.”

He lights your cigarette as you take it between your teeth, enjoying the visual more than he lets on.

“It's all thanks to you, my knight in obsidian armor.”

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Harlequinade

Ledger!Joker x Harley (what I think she’d be like in the Nolanverse)

Warnings: None

Summary: Harleen assembles her costume and requests to join Joker in his mission to spread chaos, much to his horror.

Author’s Note: Woo! Last chapter of this fic is complete! I didn’t think I’d ever get it done. Harley has officially gone off the deep end. There’s no turning back now! Anyway, I renamed this fic on Ao3 to Fire Meet Gasoline in reference to a Sia song because it’s totally them. I’m probably also going to rename some of the chapter titles as well because they’re vague and not very creative. Coming up with titles is not my strong point. Anyways, as always enjoy! I really liked writing this. There will definitely be more to come.

Joker woke up to the sound of a loud crash. He sat straight up and scanned the apartment. He relaxed when he realized it was just Harleen. She was in the kitchen making something. Two metal pans had fallen on the floor.

Sighing, Joker stood up and stretched. He groggily walked into the kitchen.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked Harleen.

“Cooking breakfast.” She replied as she mixed something in a bowl.

Joker watched her work, admiring her curves in the dim morning light. 

“I found a pancake mix. It was in the back of one of those cabinets I cleaned out yesterday. You need to restock on food by the way.” Harleen told him.

“I don’t feel like going anywhere today.” 

“I could go later.” 

“How?”

“I’ll walk. Duh.”

“That’s not a very good idea.”

“There’s a Walmart three blocks from here. It’s not far. I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.”

Joker sat down at the kitchen table. Harleen poured the mixture into a buttered pan on the stove and let it cook.

“How’s your side?” She asked.

“Sore.” 

“It should be. That cut was pretty deep.”

“Your bad stitching is part of it.” 

“It was good enough that you wouldn’t bleed out. Give me a break. I’m a psychiatrist not a surgeon.” 

Joker smirked. “Practicing psychiatrist?” 

Harleen shot him a look. “You love rubbing it in my face, don’t you?”

“Oh come on. Who would willingly want that job? It’d be so boring. Paperwork, phone calls, and sooo much sitting. That’s all those people know how to do! Every time I see my doctor he’s sitting down.”

Harleen laughed at his dramatics. “I would. And it’s not boring. Do you have any idea how fascinating the mind is?”

“Sure I do. I’m a prime example.” Joker said with a wide grin.

Harleen shook her head and flipped the pancakes in the pan over. Joker wasn’t done.

“You’re, uh, too pretty for that place, doll. They would’ve ruined you.”

Harleen smiled a little. It was getting ridiculous how much he kept calling her pretty.

She finished off the pancakes and brought them over to the table. Joker grabbed the syrup bottle and made a smiley face on his, making Harleen chuckle. He could be so adorable sometimes.

After they ate, Joker gave Harleeen some money for the groceries. 

“Here. Buy what you need to. Try not to get stuff that goes bad quickly. Don’t talk to anyone unless you have to and don’t draw attention to yourself.” He instructed.

Harleen nodded. She threw on one of his flannels to stay warm in the chilly October weather, pocketed the knife he gave her, and went on her way. 

She bought the food first, avoiding people and laying low just like Joker asked her too. The cashier gave her a weird look when she checked out and Harleen guessed it was the love bite Joker had given her a couple nights before. Embarrassed, she hid it with her hair, paid for the food, and left carrying two big brown bags.

As she rounded the corner on the way back, she made a second stop. This was why she really wanted to go out. If she wanted to join Joker, she had to look the part.

The second stop was a thrift store with clothes and other miscellaneous stuff. Being October, they had out their Halloween stuff which gave Harleen more options within the style she was looking for. 

She came across a sleeveless black crop top with a red rim on the bottom. It was a bit too revealing for her liking but she could cover up with the reddish purple flannel she stole borrowed from Joker. Then she found two pairs of jeggings. One black and one red. She couldn’t decide which one she liked the best so she got both. Next she needed some shoes. She saw a pair of black lace up boots and decided they were right for the job.

A black belt with a diamond shaped buckle caught her eye. It wasn’t necessary but added something to the look. She grabbed it as well. She already bought hair dye and makeup at Walmart so she was good there. 

Feeling satisfied, she went to check out. There was a sweet looking old lady at the counter. She rang up the items and chuckled.

“Are you gonna be a clown for Halloween or something?” She asked innocently.

Oh she has no idea.

“Um yeah… Me and my boyfriend actually.”

“How sweet. That’ll be fifteen fifty two.” 

Harleen used some of the leftover money to pay. Joker had given her a lot. The old lady handed her the bags and Harleen nodded her thanks. She left the store and started the route back to the apartment.

When she finally got there, she began the climb up the stairs. It was a struggle with the bags in her hands but eventually she made it to the right floor. She put the bags through the window and tumbled into the floor. She stood up and carried the bags to the table. 

Joker was sitting on the bed tinkering with something. Harleen hoped it wasn’t an explosive. He glanced up at her. 

“Need help?” 

“I’ve got it.”

Joker went back to focusing on the device and Harleen used the momentary distraction to hide her costume in the bathroom. She stashed it in the cabinet under the sink.

Then she went back to the table and started putting the groceries away. She looked over at Joker and tried to figure out what he was working on.

“What is that?” She asked him.

“It’s a bomb. But don’t worry, doll, this is just the wiring. I won’t hook up the explosive part until I need it.” He said with a wide grin. 

Harleen shook her head. She finished putting up the groceries and sat down at the table.

Joker stopped where he was at and stored the device in a box with all his other weapons and supplies. 

“I’ve got to go wash my suit. I’m going out tomorrow.” He announced and grabbed his clothes from the floor.

“Wash it where?”

“There’s a washer and dryer downstairs. How else do you think I washed your clothes the other day?”

“There's a downstairs?!” 

“Yeah. It’s just kinda eerie down there. You probably wouldn’t like it.” 

“Oh.”

“Need anything washed?” 

“No. You go ahead.” 

Joker opened a door in the kitchen that led down a staircase. Harleen had thought that it was just a closet. Joker disappeared down the stairs, carrying his clothes in a laundry basket.

The next day

Joker and Harleen sat at the kitchen table, eating an early dinner that Harleen had prepared.

“What time are you leaving tonight?” She asked.

“Uh, probably around six. Why?”

“I was just wondering.”

Actually she was just estimating how much time she had to get ready. Joker was going out tonight and she was going to join him.

Joker stood up and tossed his plate into the sink. 

“I’m not gonna get any sleep tonight so I should probably take a nap. I’ll be in bed if you need anything.” He said with a yawn.

He fell face first into bed and curled up under the covers. Harleen waited a few minutes before she made her move. Once she was certain that Joker was asleep, she went to the bathroom and shut the door, locking it.

Harleen took out her outfit and looked over it. It was so perfect. She remembered she couldn’t decide which color pants she wanted and got an idea. If she couldn’t decide on one color then why not attach them both together? It would match the idea she had for her hair and it made her look more clown-like. As a bonus she could have an extra pair of pants.

So she grabbed the sewing kit from the cabinet and got to work. She cut the two pants in half and sewed the red sides to the black sides. Her sewing skills were not the greatest but they managed to get the job done. After the pants were done she tried them on to make sure they fit properly.

Seeing that they did, she folded them and stored them under the sink along everything else. She left the bathroom to check on J. She glanced at the clock. It was 4:30. She had plenty of time to dye her hair and do her makeup.

Joker was sitting at the table dying his hair green again. His makeup was scattered across the table. He finished with the dye and put his hair up into a small ponytail.

Harleen chuckled at how silly he looked, causing him to look up at her.

“What? I look gorgeous. You’re just jealous.” Joker quipped, tossing a towel over his shoulders.

Harleen stifled her laughter. “Whatever.”

Joker moved on to his makeup and she watched his process. He dabbed on the white paint first and then slathered on the black paint around his eyes. Lastly, he took the tube of lipstick and smeared it over his lips and scars.

Inspired, Harleen went back into the bathroom.

“What’re ya doing in there?” Joker called from the kitchen.

“Shaving!” Harleen lied.

“Good to know.” Joker mumbled.

Harleen set the hair dye on the counter. There were two boxes. One was a red color and the other was a black color. She read the instructions and opened them.

She took the dye out and dipped the bottom of one section into the red dye. Once it had soaked in long enough, she wrapped the strands in foil and moved on to the other side. She dipped it in the black dye and repeated the process.

While she waited on the dye to fully seep in, she began to piece together her outfit.

She put on the crop top first, careful not to mess up her hair, and then the mix-matched pants. She fastened the belt around her waist.

Harleen admired her work so far. She hoped Joker would like it as much as she did. That was all that mattered.

She checked the small clock on the counter. 15 minutes left until the dye was ready.

She worked on her makeup next. First she applied mascara and black eyeliner, extending it out into wings. Then she took her eyeshadow palette and smeared the blackest shade around her eyes. It looked similar to Joker's black paint but more smudged and transparent. She used the eyeliner again to make a line down her eyebrows and cheekbones. This gave the look another clown-like effect.

Next it was time for her mouth. She grabbed her tube of lipstick and spread the bright red pigment on her lips. She purposely smeared it on the corners and around the edges to look more like Joker.

Harleen glanced back at the clock. The 15 minutes was up. She removed the foil from her hair and examined the coloration. It seemed good enough. She divided her hair into the two sections again and braided them. The black side on her left. The red side on her right. 

Lastly, she completed her look with the black boots and threw on the red flannel. She looked at the clock again. It was almost 5:30. She needed to approach Joker now. It would give him enough time to process this before he had to go. She turned the door handle cautiously and tiptoed out into the open. 

Joker was leaning against the counter in his entire 3 piece suit, a full face of makeup, and freshly dyed hair. He was reading the newspaper to pass the time.

Harleen gathered her courage and spoke.

“J…”

Joker looked up at her and his jaw dropped.

“I want to be your partner in crime. Your harlequin.” She said, looking him in the eyes unafraid.

Joker stared back at her in shock.

"What?"

"I want to join you." Harleen repeated firmly.

Joker was speechless at first. She looked hot. He was starting to get aroused just by looking at her. He shook off those thoughts and focused. He was touched by her enthusiasm but he couldn't let her do this.

"Harley... I, uh, appreciate the thought. Really, I do. But I can't ask you to do this. It's too dangerous first of all. And I don’t want you throwing everything away just for me. There’s more for you out there."

"But I want this. I want you. I'm not throwing anything away. You're all I have right now. I have no job, no home, no family..."

"You have a doctorate degree in psychology. You could get a job somewhere."

"I don't have money, J. I was flat broke when I came to Gotham and now I'm fully depleted. Where am I gonna go? Besides, I don't wanna leave you."

"You could just stay with me. I'll provide for us."

"No. I'd feel so useless. You’ve done enough for me. I owe you something."

"Harley, no. I can't let you do this. You wouldn't know the first thing about this kind of work."

"Please. I can learn. You can teach me."

Joker started to get aggravated.

"Harley, I said no. What's even keeping you here with me? You know the risks. Am I really worth it?”

"Yes! I would've left a long time ago if I didn't think this was worth it. I...I love you."

Joker looked stunned for a second.

"Ha! Love me? You barely know me." 

Harleen gasped. That was hurtful.

"We've known each other for two months!" She shouted.

"Exactly. Only two months. That's not nearly enough time."

"You didn't have this attitude the other night! You wanted us to be together as much as I did! This is just you being defensive. You're afraid.”

"Watch it."

"No! You're pushing me away because you don't want to deal with these feelings. Just talk it out. It's okay."

"Just stop! Stop it. Just let me...let me think." 

Joker paused and stared at the ground. Harleen went silent. After a few moments, he seemed to come to a solution.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll tell you what. You can come with me tonight just to see how things work. If I see that you can handle it, then I’ll let you help. That sound good?"

"Yes. Thank you." Harleen said and stepped forward to kiss him.

Joker put his hand up to stop her.

“Harleen, look at me. You know what will happen if you’re seen with me and even worse if you’re caught, right?”

“Yes. I’m prepared for it.” 

Joker exhaled loudly and threw his hands up.

“I just don’t get it! Explain to me why, out of all the ways you could help me, you choose this.” 

“While I don’t entirely agree with the way you’re going about it, I like your message. Your chaos monologues are starting to make sense to me. I get it now. I don’t wanna help from the sidelines. I wanna be there with you. Whether you’re robbing mob banks or blowing shit up.” 

“You have no idea what you’re signing up for. You will be in so much danger.”

“So be it. I don’t care. As long as I’m with you.” 

Joker sighed. “This is just…baffling. I don’t understand. Nobody’s ever…” 

“Nobody’s ever what? Use your words.” 

“Nobody has ever, uh, cared about me this much. What is so great about me? I’m such a monster. You’re the complete opposite. You’re just so radiant. In everything you do. I love that about you.” 

Joker gasped. He couldn’t believe what he’d just said. Those sappy, gushy words actually came out of his mouth. He felt better confessing to her how he felt but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to vomit at hearing himself swoon.

Harleen, however, was elated to hear him say that. She reached up and tenderly kissed his cheek.

“You’re no monster to me.” She whispered in his ear.

They stared romantically into each other’s eyes until Joker snapped himself out of the trance. He glanced at his watch.

“Enough of all this sentimental shit. We gotta go.”

He took Harleen’s hand.

“Come on my dear. Let’s go stir up some chaos.”

[lolawritesfanfic]

Masterlist

writing styles:

oneshot-💌

angst-💥

fluff-🎀

lemon/smut-🍋

drabble-💝

story-❤️

Yandere-🔪

Yandere Boys:

-Peter YB

❤️🎀🔪-Peter is jealous of Duke TK thinking TK and the princess reader are dating.

🔪-Prince Peter x Female Princess Reader- The reader is forced into an arranged marriage with Peter they aren't happy with it, Neither is Peter until they see the reader and see it as love at first sight and starts becoming yandere for them and will stop at nothing to have them even killing their bloodline so they have to get married sooner and becoming King not just of the kingdom but of them too.

🎀-Prince Peter x Princess Reader-Peter finds the reader crying in the garden, the princess doesn't know why she's crying but mostly thinks she's not good enough and peter comforting.

🔪💌-Prince Peter Blackmailing Princess's reader's family to get her to marry him.

💌💝🔪-4 suitors (Peter YB, John Doe, SunnyDay Jack, Alan Orion) fighting to win over the princess's heart.

-John Doe

-SunnyDay Jack

-Alan Orion

-Tate Frost

-Delivery Guy

-Damon

Supernatural:

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Gabriel

-Chuck (God)

Marvel:

-Steve Rogers

-Tony Stark

-Thor Odinson

-Loki Laufeyson

DC Comics:

-Batman

-Joker (Nickels, Ledger, Leto, Joaquin)

-Penguin

-Harley Quinn

-Catwoman

-Bane

Gotham Tv show:

-Alfred Pennyworth

-Bruce Wayne

-Jim Gordon

-Harvey Bullock

-Victor Zsasz

-Oswald Cobblepot

-Edward Nygma

-Carmine Falcone

-Salvatore Maroni

-Fish Mooney

-Butch Gilzean

Ouran High School Host Club:

-Tamaki Suoh

-Kyoya Ootori

-Hikaru Hitachiin

-Karuo Hitachiin

-Hikaru and Karuo Hitachiin

-Takashi Morinozuka

-Mitsukini Huninozuka

-Haruhi Fujioka

-Basanova

-Nekozawa

-Renge Houshakuji

Horror Slashers:

-Micheal Myers

-Jason Voohees

-Freddy Krueger

-Hannibal Lecter (Anthony Hopkins)

-Hannibal Lecter (Mads Mikkelson)

-Chucky and Tiffany

Orange is the new black:

-Sam Healy

-Desi Piscartella

-George Mendez

-John Bennett

-Joe Caputo

Yandere Simulator:

-Ayano Aishi

-Ayato Aishi

-Umeji Kizuguchi

-Gaka Hikitsuri

-Hohuto Furukizu

-Dairoku Surikizu

-Hayanari Tsumeato

-Tiru Sutiriku

Bully Scholarship Edition:

-Derby Harrington

-Gary Smith

-Bif Taylor

-Chad Morris

-Gord Vendome

-Derby Harrington and Johnny Vincent

-Tad Spencer

Requests are open for more characters. give me time to do my research if I don't know them and add them to the list. Enjoy reading.

[vveirdvvitch]

🐛🔥😊

🐛 ~ What was the first ever fic you wrote? Tell me about it?

It was a very bad Harley X Ledger!Joker fic that never made it past a couple paragraphs. I never posted it either.

🔥 ~ What is your favorite Smut fic you've written if you have written any?

I think my favorite is Don’t Go (Away) simply due to the couple of people who have told me it awakened something in them. I think once I finish the pegging fic it will be my new favorite.

😊 ~ Favorite Ship if you like any?

Riddler & Harley!!!! Or if I’m feeling extra dykey, Ivy & Harley!!!!!

[princessjaqulinechess1031]

If I was in charge of a Batman cartoon — something that will literally NEVER happen, because I live in Alabama with no connections to the animation industry.

I would take advantage of Batman’s large cast of characters and cast it as an ensemble show. To reflect that, the show would be named something like The Dark Knights of Gotham, with the ‘s’ spray painted on at the end of Knight to give the impression this is a new reality for Bruce, with it by the end of the show the ‘s’ appearing as though it was there all along.

Season 1

In Season 1, the pilot would not be a retread of Batman’s story, but instead the pilot picks up with Dick’s story of the circus. Bruce has been active for about three years, and it’s just him and Alfred. I would want it to be a show that doesn’t focus too much on the larger world it’s sport of, à la X-Men: Evolution, so the Justice League is almost a non-existence presence. At the end of the two part pilot, Dick joins as Robin, as it’s the normal story, but at the end of the pilot we learn that the Joker pulled the strings and coerced Tony Zucco into taking the step to kill Dick’s parents, revealing he is closer to his portrayal by Heath Ledger, in that his brand of chaos is still chaos but it’s calculated. He has a goal, to break Batman, and he will play the long game to do it. Throughout the first season, we have small but noticeable time jumps that reveal Dick is getting older, with growing tension between Dick and Bruce as he gets older. Throughout the season, we get hints that Joker is building towards something, and in the finale it comes to a head — Joker kidnaps Dick and uses him as bait to lure Batman out. His plan is to kill Dick to break Batman, but Dick manages to escape and they take down Joker before Batman is killed, a last-ditch effort for Joker to get what he wants. Joker loses, but he notices the tension between Batman and Robin. The season ends with Dick leaving to become Nightwing, with teases of two characters in the final moments of the season — Batman catches someone stealing his tires and a Dr. Quinzel is buzzed into Joker’s cell at Arkham, where he was taken after his capture.

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Season 2

Season 2 takes place two years later (you’ll find time jumps are common, similar to Young Justice). Jason has established himself as the new Robin and we open this season mid-battle between Batman, Robin, Harley Quinn, and Joker. The battle ends in Batman and Robin’s favor, but it’s difficult and it’s established that Harley Quinn has made Joker all the more formidable. Nightwing makes sporadic appearances throughout the season, sometimes it’s merely Nightwing declining calls other times he helps on a case. We’d have an episode based on that part in Nightwing: Year One, where Nightwing and Robin team up to save Batman. This would be towards the end of the season, where after multiple episodes of Nightwing dismissing or being outright rude to Robin, they finally connect and Nightwing accepts him as Robin. The finale is the Death in the Finale storyline as Joker tries to break Batman again, with the added addition of Harley Quinn, who after Jason dies realizes the error of her ways and vows to be better. We close on Batman weeping as he holds Robin, and we hear him whisper Jason’s name mournfully before fading to black.

Season 3

Season 3 opens on the same shot of Bruce holding Jason, before it transitions to Batman viciously hunting down Riddler and demanding to know if Riddler knows Joker’s location, who has disappeared in the aftermath of Jason’s death. Jim Gordon appears and arrests Riddler, and we zoom out to see a dark figure watching from the distance as Batman disappears into the night. Harley Quinn is in Arkham, where Stephanie Brown is visiting to see Cluemaster. Stephanie recognizes Harley and demands to know how she sleeps at night, to which Harley replies she doesn’t. Stephanie is shaken by this. Tim breaks into the Batcave and demands to be Robin, and to which Bruce refuses and almost has him arrested. A day later, Dick intervenes and tells him to get over himself and take Tim on. For half the season, Tim is Robin, and periodically we visit Stephanie, who is starting out as Spoiler and her rocky relationship with Batman, with Tim running interference when they meet and in the mid-season finale, Tim is busted as Robin by his father and Stephanie takes over as Robin from him. Stephanie and Bruce argue constantly, and we see flashbacks to his fighting with the other Robins, and he fires her in the penultimate episode of the season. Tim takes back over in the final battle against Joker, who has come out of hiding. Stephanie reappears when it looks like all is lost, and she and Batman make up. We close on a speech from Batman about never giving up on family, and he says he can’t make Stephanie Robin again, instead he makes a new position for her — the first Batgirl.

Season 4

Season 4 opens with a flashback indicating it happened the night Jason died, and we are introduced to the League of Assassins, who take Jason’s body from the morgue and revive in a Lazarus Pit. We jump to present day, where we see Robin, Batgirl, Batman, and Nightwing all chasing one man — the Red Hood, a new villain in Gotham. We see them getting aid from an off-screen voice, and then we learn who it is — Barbara Gordon, who was a victim of the Joker and decided to help the heroes of Gotham as Oracle. (Side note: I made Stephanie the first Batgirl and put Babs first as Oracle just to streamline the process, and because I don’t want this to just be a repeat of all the comic books.) Red Hood gets away, but a few nights later they are aided by a mysterious figure. The whole season is spent investigating this person and Red Hood. Mid-season we learn this is Cassandra, and she joins them. Cassandra will be completely mute and speak through sign-language. She takes on the name Black Bat. They eventually corner Red Hood after he finds the Joker and in an emotional confrontation, Jason leaves before he kills Joker but says he will never join Batman again. Season 4 is the last season, so in the finale we cut to a time skip. Dick has become Batman to an arrogant and moody but four years in the future — this is Damian. Stephanie and Tim are married and have left the hero game behind, and Babs runs mission ops for the new Batgirl Cassandra. This leads into a spin-off, where we follow the new Robin and Batman.

this stinks but I couldn’t get it out of my head

thoughts?

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Ok, where do I start with the series? The Dark Knight comes on the TV at least once a year where I live and without a doubt I watch it every time just to watch Heath Ledger's amazing acting. Despite my dislike for The Joker in other adaptations (for lots and lots of reasons) his Joker is a lot less sucky if that makes sense (also there's no Harley so we never see him be a woman-hating monster).

As much as I love the movie, I'm always left with this sadness knowing that the end of TDK was it, so this time I turned to Tumblr and I went into this series the way I go into all reader x character in that I read them as an OC and off the bat (lol) the first chapter grabbed me because we don't meet this woman.

Let's talk about the way you set the scene, we know what went down the last time Joker was in that room and yet the difference here is stark and there's this alarming feeling of dread because we already know how it's going to end. There is no happy ending here, and yet there's an urge to keep going, a need to know who this woman is and what she did to him to change him so much, there's also this feeling that maybe something has changed him so fundamental that no matter what happens after this, he won't go back to her because he knows that he doesn't deserve her. Despite everything, he is human and you've done an amazing at scratching away at that here, we can only see a tiny bit right now but it's there and it feels tragic.

The series is still going and we don't know how we'll end up here but I'm excited for the ride.

His Lighthouse: Craving the Light (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Craving the Light

series summary: 

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?

chapter summary:

It’s been six months since Gotham has been plagued by Joker until today. A distressed 911 call alerts all available police officers to Gotham Regional Bank for an active hostage situation. No one expected the arrest to expose a secret well over a half a year old.

Without further ado I hope you enjoy the story! 

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