#made all of these at 7am after reaching this scene on no sleep and processing Nothing At All

[duohensheng]

hey remember that time last month when I read vol 6 and was forever changed

[visionsofus]

Hi! I’ve been reading some of your Wanda & Vision mixtape series and after the season final, I HIGHLY recommend giving “Our Corner of the Universe” by K. S. Rhoads a listen! I think your series is such a great idea and it’s so well written; warm without being cheesy.

You seriously are trying to break my heart with this song - I'd never thought about listening to it in the context of Wanda and Vision but boy once I did my heart was in pieces. Anyway! I hope you like where I went with this. 

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track #8 of Wanda and Vision’s Mixtape ~ Our corner of the universe 

Synopsis: In which Wanda and Vision are coming to the end of a few weeks together in Paris pre-IW and Wanda dreams a life for them where they no longer have to run and hide. Unknowingly, she draws Vision into her dream and they both must contend with the idea that this reality isn't something that will be easy for them.

Paris had grown colder in the last few days, as though the city knew the time was coming when Vision would have to leave.  The sun had disappeared early that morning behind a cover of clouds that had seen the day through until sunset, leaving a soft rain to patter against the glass French doors. They were huddled in bed now, Vision tracing soft patterns about Wanda’s back as he watched the rain drizzle down the glass.

“Tomorrow is too soon,” she whispered, her head shifting slightly from where it was resting atop his chest.

“I know,” he murmured into her hair, kissing the top of her head affectionately.  

“One day we won’t run like this,” Wanda said looking up into his eyes and Vision tried to smile. Normally he was more hopeful, but it was now coming to the end of their second year of meeting up like this and it was difficult to see a future where they could be else. Of a time when they might have a life together that was more than stolen moments in distant cities.

“One day we’ll be able to live together in one place, we’ll have neighbours and friends, we won’t have to hide.”

“I hope so, my love,” Vision said opening his arms wider as Wanda got under the dark bed covers for the evening. Once she was settled, he slid off the bed and went about turning the lights out and checking the doors were locked. It was routine for them now. Once Vision was sure that everything was safely locked up, he joined Wanda, pulling a blanket from the foot of the bed atop the covers for added warmth.

Wanda shuffled closer to him as he lay down beside her and he opened his arms for her to rest atop his chest once more. They were often inseparable like this on the last night, needing the physical connection of each other to remind themselves to be present in the moment and not spend their precious hours dreading the coming morning.

Vision ran his fingers through Wanda’s hair in calming motions as her breath slowed. Eventually he stilled and started to drift off himself, into the version of sleep that his synthezoid body demanded.  

Neither of them was conscious when Wanda’s hand twitched atop Vision’s chest, red mist forming before dissipating in the air between them.

Vision didn’t dream. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, if he really wanted to his synthetic brain could replicate something close to the dreamlike state that humans experienced. But he generally preferred the endless quiet that came with his brain’s resting state. The chance for stillness, even for a few hours, was a relief. Perhaps there was an element of self-preservation to it, the fear that Wanda would be caught and that he would have to watch her be imprisoned once more haunted his waking hours enough, he would rather not be consumed by the same thoughts at night.

So it came as something of a surprise when Vision found himself opening his eyes to warm sunlight, despite his brain reminding him that he was indeed, still resting. It disconcerting trying to reconcile his physical form, which remained in the Parisian apartment in bed beside Wanda, and his mental form currently cast in sunlight somewhere, somewhen, else.

Judging from the light streaming through the four paned windows opposite his face, it was early morning, where though, he couldn’t tell. Slowly, Vision rolled over and came face to face with the peaceful, sleeping face of his partner. She sighed softly and shifted closer to him.

“Go back to sleep, it’s too early,” she whispered to him.

“It’s night-time,” Vision said in confusion.

Wanda’s eyes opened and she scrunched her nose up at him. “Just a few more minutes.”

This put him at ease, it was exactly what his Wanda said most mornings. “Of course, a few more minutes,” he said, and Wanda sighed happily, moving closer to rest her head upon his shoulder like a pillow.

“We should stay like this forever.”

Vision smiled and his eyes drifted closed against the sun, wishing that every morning might be like this.

He started when he suddenly found himself standing in an unfamiliar living room. It was a cosy space, mostly occupied by a large red couch and a collection of armchairs assembled around a flat screen television. He spun on the spot looking around for Wanda.

“Vis? Is that you?” Came Wanda’s disembodied voice and Vision followed it through the next room into a quaint kitchen complete with cluttered island and wooden dining table.

“Darling?” Vision said hesitantly, closing the kitchen door behind him. “What’s going on?”

“I just wanted to make sure that your evening is free for next Friday, we’ve been invited to dinner,” Wanda said running her fingers atop a calendar and marking a square with a black marker.

She was dreaming, that much he was now sure of. This strange transition to what appeared to be a few hours later was the most obvious indicator. Not to mention the haze like state of their surroundings, as though the interior designer had given up halfway through the décor process. Kitchen tiles faded off into exposed wall, there were two clocks hanging above the sink ticking in opposite directions, and though there were cookbooks sitting on the kitchen island, when Vision tried to make sense of their titles, he found he couldn’t read any of them.

He’d talked with Wanda about what kind of house that she would like one day, but that had been a while ago and he’d been hesitant to add himself to that image. Now here he was in her dreamscape, in a made-up house that they appeared to live in, together.

“So that is a yes for you next Friday?” Wanda said absentmindedly as she began to move around the kitchen assembling a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Yes,” Vision said, deciding it was best to play along, distantly recalling that it wasn’t a good idea to wake sleepwalkers. He didn’t want to give Wanda a fright or force her into a lucid dream state. Instead he watched in wonder as she continued to navigate the space with ease, her hands finding the cupboard with the saucepans and the cutlery drawer without hesitation, it was fascinating to watch. He wasn’t entirely sure how Wanda had drawn him into her dream, but for now he was content to observe.

“I was thinking of making Paprikash to take, what do you think?” Wanda asked as she brought her meal to the table and gestured for him to join her.

“I think—” Vision began, watching her smile up at him as he hovered about the table. “I think that is a wonderful idea.”

“I’m glad you think so,” she said grinning and taking a napkin from a pile on the table, “perhaps I can teach you how to make it properly?”

“I’d love that,” he replied, thinking tenderly of his pathetic first attempt at the dish all those years earlier. Back when he’d been a lovestruck being, not entirely capable of processing the wave of feelings he got every time she was near. He supposed not much had changed, if anything the feelings had grown more intense.

Before Vision had time to further dissect the space about them, the scene changed yet again and he found himself standing in a park whose grass was slightly too green, the colours of the playground a little too bright. The colours lost their saturation around the corners of his view, as though the paintbrush had run out of paint for the edges.

Vision instead turned his attention to the woman walking beside him, her arm tucked into the nook of his elbow as they strolled through the park. He was distinctly aware of Wanda chattering away about their imaginary schedule for the weekend, suggesting a movie the following day at the outdoor cinema with their neighbours and reminding him of the community meeting the following Wednesday.

He smiled softly and listened to her creating this life for them, wishing it into existence. He was content to just hear her speak, to gain this glimpse into a future they clearly both wanted, even if it was just a dream for the time being. It reignited his desire to fight for a shared life with Wanda. The running and hiding had been wearing them both down recently, but it humbled his despair to know that Wanda still longed for this version of life. It made him want to do as much as he could to get them something close to this life.

Vision turned his face to the sun as they walked, relishing in its warmth as glimpses of light made it through the greenery above them. Her hand was a constant on his arm, her voice in his head telling him of all they both wished for, birds providing a background chorus.

His eyes opened once more, smiling as he turned his head to look at Wanda. It took a moment to realise this wasn’t part of the dream, that he had returned to their current reality once more.

It was still dark outside and for a brief moment his heart held onto the hope that time had paused while they dreamt, that it was still evening, but a glance to the digital clock on their bedside table told Vision it was nearing 7am. He was due to get the train at 10am.

Wanda was still curled against his side, her breathing slow and steady, one hand had reached across the covers as they slept, reaching for him. He took it rubbing her cold fingers to warm them up. As he did so, she stirred beside him.

“Wanda,” he murmured to the morning air, brushing her hair off her cheek with gentle touches.

“No,” she whispered back, scrunching her eyes closed causing little tears to leak from the corners. “I didn’t want to wake up.”

“I know,” he said.

“I wanted to stay there.”

“One day.”

Wanda opened her eyes at this and looked up at him, her questions clear. He smiled tightly at her but was sure it came across as something closer to a grimace. Understanding reached her eyes and he nodded sadly, confirming that he’d seen it all too.

“One day,” he repeated, like a promise and she slid her arms around his waist in answer, pulling herself closer to his warmth.

They held each other for as long as they could afford before knowing that they had no other choice than to get ready for their respective departures. With their bags packed, Vision set about making a quick breakfast for Wanda, the same scrambled eggs and bacon she’d made in her dream world. She stayed pressed to his back, her arms wrapped around his waist, as though afraid he’d disappear like her dreams.

At the station they waited at the platform as the train pulled in. Vision hated this part the most, hated that he had to be the one to turn his back first, but Wanda never told him where she was going next, it was to protect them both.

“We will find a way to that home,” he whispered at her ear as they hugged one last time.

“You really think we could have that?” she asked, voicing the question they both seemed too scared to ask all morning.

“I promise to you,” he said holding her hands tightly between them, “that I will do everything in my power to make that life for us.”

She smiled and leant forward to kiss him one more time.

“Travel safe,”

“And you,”

And Vision was leaving again, not knowing when they’d next be able to meet up, or for how long. At least some of his hopelessness had turned to hope in the last few hours, reignited by the knowledge that she longed for the same life he did. Doubt was always following him, and he’d started to wonder if he’d been overstepping where they were at in their relationship, but he could no longer ignore how right it had felt. They’d find a way to that corner of the universe, one day.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Your Turn

Summary: Jinyoung held power over you ever since you were distracted by his body weeks ago. Now it was your turn to see him lose it over yours.

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Genre: oh she’s a suggestive thing XD

A/N: Exposed fans can rejoice! I’ve been planning a return to this world because we know just how good Jinyoung is dragging us down with all his little habits. What I wasn’t planning on was giving up sleep to write this but hey, apparently yesterday at 7am in the morning was the best time to write this >_> Always making me do his dirty work at all hours of the day and night.

Word count: 2340

This has since been made into a mini-series.

Index: Exposed | Stubborn | Your Turn | Change Of Plans [M]

You had watched him do it all day long, and by now, each run through of his hair felt painstakingly slow, as if the mere action itself had become a production. The flick of his wrist and the flexing of his muscles in his forearm became prominent over time and you remained glued to each and every session as if your life depended on it. Running a hand through his hair was already an established habit of Park Jinyoung's, it wasn't as if you were being shown something new today. Yet it affected you as if it was your first time viewing it with each pass through his warm-toned locks.

It didn't surprise you that you were this wound up though; Jinyoung always affected you in some way or another.

He had caught you staring earlier in the day and you had witnessed the smile that came with it immediately. Not quite a smirk, as that would have brought attention to him from the other people around him in this setting. Yet the ghost of one was there, satisfied that he held you captive, smugness permeating from him as if he had accomplished something great with you. It threw you off your game when he started staring at you as he ran his hand through his hair, his tongue slipping out through his teeth mindlessly, moistening his lips and allowing a shallow breath to escape.

The only sign he would allow that your attention on him was affecting him too.

All this though meant once again you were off your game. Of course, you were and Jinyoung knew it. He was relentless in finding ways to provoke your professional boundaries, to see how flustered he could get you. Jinyoung had been like this with you ever since the day you showed your first major weakness to his body after the clips of his shower scene for his drama emerged. You hadn’t lived the day after their release down, and you were certain Jinyoung would hold it over you for the rest of your working career at his side too. Any time he could physically distract you with himself, he would. He was a seasoned pro at playing this game with you now.

The weeks had passed steadily since Jinyoung’s drama had finished airing and now he was busy with wrapping up Eclipse promotions and preparing for a world tour. He had a lot on his plate and really should have been more focused on that. You couldn't exactly fault him though, Jinyoung hadn't neglected his tasks. He completed all that was expected of him with the level of perfectionism you had come to expect from him.

You couldn't even hate him for playing dirty with you when he was this good at multitasking.

Even if you often fantasised about thumping him around that gorgeous head of his for entrapping you in such antics.

The day was dragging and you were exhausted when you returned with the dinner order for the members of GOT7, placing the bags of food down on the table heavily, along with multiple droplets of water. It had started to rain outside as soon as you exited the building to take the short walk to the local chicken restaurant the boys frequently ordered from and you had grumbled Jinyoung's full name with venom to the skies for your mistake in forgetting to bring an umbrella.

Heck, you were liable to forget your own name soon if he kept this up.

And so you were soaked through, dripping onto the floor and feeling the jarring burn through your exposed hands to the heat of being back inside.

“Wow noona, is it raining outside now? Did you forget an umbrella?”

“Hey, Captain Obvious,” Mark called to the youngest member, smirking at Yugyeom. “You answered your own question!”

“You should go get changed noona, you'll catch a cold if you stay like that,” Jaebum mentioned, smiling as he pointed to the door off the studio. “Go find something to borrow from the clothing locker to warm up in.”

You nodded and looked towards the room he mentioned, your eyes locking on something, well someone else instead. Although it was you who should have been due to the temperature drop with your current predicament, Jinyoung was frozen. His eyes were slightly wider than usual, his mouth ajar just enough to confirm his surprise. You frowned initially, not realising what it was that had garnered such a reaction from him. As you walked slowly towards him on your way to the room, you noticed the way his gaze shamelessly fell to your chest, your own eyes darting downward to discover how much your clothing was weighted down due to being soaked. Every curve of your body was on full display.

In any normal situation, you would have hurried away. Gasped from the indecent exposure and raised your arms to hide your body. But it was your turn to hold the control for once and it felt empowering to have him this distracted. You were thankful that the other members were too busy satiating their hunger to notice Jinyoung was this unravelled, his own hunger evident in his dark stare.

It excited you and yet you wished for him to be caught out for his reckless gaze by the others, so you would see more than just the faintest tinge of colour to his cheeks as you did now.

You moved as close to him as you could without drawing attention and passed him by with what you could tell only brought pain to him. You heard his breath get caught in his throat, his chest tight from your proximity. You encouraged yourself to reach out subtle fingers towards his lower arm, running over his skin fleetingly, the coolness of your fingertips now scorching from contact with the heat of his skin. You felt with the gesture the small lurch forward that Jinyoung’s body gave, his obvious desire to follow you as you walked on by clouding your judgement with other tormenting ideas that you could do to him.

You managed to keep your emotions contained until you were safely shut behind the door you entered through. Your smile spread quickly into a grin as you started to giggle, your mind replaying the entire scene that had just unfolded as if it were the greatest achievement of your life.

Finally, you had gottten a taste of what Jinyoung felt every time he got your attention on him. You were victorious, yet you were also very cold now. Turning to the stacks of clothing the seven men left in the tiny adjacent room to their studio, you focused on your new task of finding something to wear so you could stop shivering. You weren't as small as some of the members were and looked to their stash of hoodies, knowing at least with the bagginess of their comfort clothing that you would easily fit those. You managed to source a pair of sweats that would fit but the length worried you and you would have to fold them up somehow. For the sake of warmth, you were willing to put up with their teasing of how ridiculous you might look in them.

You began to peel off your top layers, your body shaking against the cool air that came with their removal.

And then the door opened and closed swiftly. You didn't have to look up to know who it was and yet you felt like a deer caught in headlights when you did, Jinyoung's stare burning you down to your core.

“What are you doing in here?!” you hissed, shaking out of your stupor when you realised how dangerous Jinyoung being in here with you was. Even if you were hyper-aware that he was eying up your almost naked upper body in a way that stoked your fire within, you were still too concerned about him being caught in here with you.

“Does it take you this long to get changed?” He asked, his voice an octave higher, establishing still how affected he was from before. He tried to tear his gaze away from your bra and pointed to his shirt. “I dropped sauce on my top.”

By now, you were yanking the hoodie you had found over your head, taking your body off display, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

With disdain.

He couldn't even allow you to have your gloating moment for long, could he?

“No,” he mentioned suddenly, walking over to you so fast that you didn't even have time to move away, the proximity of his body with yours now causing havoc on your insides. You merely stared up at him, your words lost in the situation.

Jinyoung was unsteady; the thought process that had led him to you seemed forgotten, abandoned now as he eyed your mouth with high interest instead.

“What?” you managed to ask, and Jinyoung blinked several times, your question breaking his momentarily flooded carnal urges. You noticed just how much control he was exuding, and the ache within your wrists prompted you to acknowledge your own, relaxing your fingers from how you had balled them up as so not to touch him.

“That's Jaebum's hoodie.”

“So, it looked big enough to fit me comfortably.”

Jinyoung stared at you, his eyes darkening again. “It's not mine though.”

You had no chance for a comeback because he moved swiftly, pulling you out of the temporary warmth source you had found before crashing his mouth down on yours. You knew you should have pushed him off, scolded him for finally giving in to what had been years of only flirty banter and elicit touches here and there.

But with Jinyoung's mouth firmly attached to yours, passion overruled your judgement. You pressed into him, kissing him back with demand, your tongue snaking out from behind your teeth to invite his that has been licking his lips all day to find yours instead. Your arms wrapped around his strong shoulders you had admired for far too long, a gasp leaving you and captured within his mouth as you were now flush against him, your skin feeling the friction of his clothes, of his warmth that was underneath.

Even you could admit that this moment was long overdue.

Yet you needed air and pulled away from his lips, staring up into the uncharacteristically love-drunk expression Jinyoung was exuding. In that moment, you could see everything you loved about this man and easily understand just how much he loved you too.

“You're too cold,” he murmured, almost as a way to remind himself to collect himself, to gain back some sense of control. You could see the battle in his eyes, he wanted more of you, all of it, but he also knew your time in here was limited. When he moved out of your embrace you knew he had chosen to, not because he wanted this to stop, but out of wanting this to happen when he wasn't stuck in a place where he couldn’t take his time to enjoy it all.

It made you giddy just thinking about it.

Jinyoung disappeared and then returned with three garments, pulling his hoodie over your head and blinking slowly as he took you in. His smirk was evident, though his eyes weren't as committed to the elation, instead were raging with lust.

Seeing you in his clothing was just as destructive as seeing you out of them, it appeared.

“Here, these will fit you,” he offered, the sweats he handed you quickly put on in place of your own wet pants. You had almost forgotten that you had remained in your soaked bottoms all this time and now your legs rejoiced in feeling the warmth over them.

You turned to see Jinyoung had been decent enough to give you privacy to change your lower half, though you were certain that stemmed from a need to protect his remaining sanity. Had he seen you, his former resolve to end this here would have been thrown out the window and he would have taken you in this room right there and then.

The reckless part inside of you wished he had.

His own clothing came off now, and before he could replace it, you reached out for his skin, hugging him from behind as a low curse left his mouth. Brazenly, you pecked the softness of his shoulder muscle before stepping back and allowing Jinyoung to cover up. He spun around to look at you accusingly. “Must you tempt me further?!”

“You can't get to have all the fun, Jinyoung. All day long you have been driving me insane.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, his smile back on his lips. He knew what he was doing and when he went to run his hand through his hair, you stopped him, stretching up to do it yourself.

It didn't feel as soft as you expected it to and you giggled.

“What happened to the Y/N who avidly tried to refute my advances, huh? Look at how bold you are being with me right now. Anyone would think you wanted to be mine.”

You rolled your eyes yet slipped back into his arms, looking up at Jinyoung's surprised expression. You smirked. “You made sure to take me out of what I was wearing and dress me in your own. You can't tell me that I am not already yours.”

“Well,” he said, satisfied from your answer. “I am going to need you to return those back to me. After all, they are mine.”

“Is that so?”

“You know, I also think you probably need a shower too later on. To take the chill out of your body from the rain.”

You smirked, knowing he was referring to the shower scene that had started this spiral of you both wanting more from each other. “Haven't you already seen enough of my body today?”

Jinyoung shook his head, his smile devilish. “It's your turn to show me more.”

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Impulse 9 - Regretful Violence

Impulse 8 - Sentiment

"Son of a-" The Joker released his grip on her and stumbled backwards. Harley had exploited his weakness for her and weakness is dangerous... It can get you and others killed. He'd have to learn to control that, especially around her.

Harley gasped as he pushed her backwards to shield the tender spot between his legs. She took this opportunity to turn and run, run back to the Asylum to get the Guards, Hell, anyone that could detain him. Running as fast as she could, Harley managed to get to the front door steps, she quickly turned around to give him a quick glance but when she did he was gone.

The Joker was nowhere to be seen, he wasn't crouched down on the cold floor where she'd left him. A gasp escaped her lips when she turned back and saw the green haired clown towering over her with a wide grin spread across his face. Within moments she felt her bike helmet rapidly connect with the back of her head.

Harley's hands shot out in front of her body, hoping to break the fall but when her skull connected with the harsh surface of the ground, she was consumed by darkness.

Joker crouched down over her body. He quickly picked her body up from the steps, blood trickling down her face. The impact of her head hitting the steps added to the already damaged area from earlier, meant that she was out cold.

Leaning her body against his, he reached down and grabbed the keys from her waist band, pausing for a moment to decide what to do with her.

She's a good lil' fighter. She has potential, with the right mentor...

It was decided, she now belonged to him. His to teach, train and turn into the woman that she was born to be. His own little pet.

Harley's limp body was now laying on his lap, the helmet that had caused her unconsciousness now covered her head. J didn't want to add to the already battered area on the back of her skull and if she woke up, all she would see is darkness anyway.

Flicking her visor down, he started to engine and tore down the streets of Gotham, despite the situation, he still couldn't believe how easy it was to escape, literally strolling out the front door. "Ooohhhhh-haha!"

After riding for about half an hour, they arrived at his most recent hideout. It wasn't to shabby, the place he called home was an old hotel, disused with bricks crumbling on the outside.

He parked the bike beside the front door. Lifting Harley up carefully, he carried her towards the door. Once they were inside, the Joker moaned in delight, almost forgetting how beautiful it was. The hotel had been transformed into an old fashioned gentlemen's club. Leather chairs and sofas, dark burgundy walls, polished tables and a huge chandelier decorated the entire area. Rooms branched off from the main reception area, including a lounge, library, dining room and entertainment area.

Tossing her keys in the small bowl at the reception desk, he walked over to the grand staircase, graced with a deep red carpet. Gently walking up them, he reached the top and turned to his left towards the Master bedroom.

There were small Victorian oil lamps that lit the way to his room, the dim lighting adding the vintage atmosphere. Finally outside his room, he lent his back against it and pushed it open with his body as his hand grasped the door handle. The Joker paused and sighed deeply. "Glad to be home."

Walking over to the bed in the center of the room, he admired it. The four poster bed was a dark oak colour and absolutely massive, with silk purple curtains hanging from each post. The covers were a quilted emerald green with pillows to match; beside it were two large bedside tables, still keeping with the theme of dark oak.

Carefully placing a still comatose Harley in the center of the bed, he lent over her body and switched the lamps on. He climbed onto the bed next to her to remove the helmet, trying to be as gentle as possible. But when he lifted it up, he saw the extent of the damage that he had inflicted on her, a huge gash on the right hand side of her forehead, another on the crown of her head with purple bruises engulfing her neck and her wrists. But despite all the damage, she was still as gorgeous as the first day he had laid eyes on her.

The Joker placed the helmet at the bottom of the bed, returning his eyes to her. Her hair was thick and matted with dried blood, some blood sat on her jawline were the helmet had kept it from flowing down her face naturally.

J bit his lip playfully, trying to stifle giggles that were beginning to erupt from his throat. Getting up from the bed in one fluid motion, he approached the en suite bathroom. Switching on the light, he caught his own reflection.

Giving himself a wide grin and a quick wink, he walked over to the vintage bathtub which was so deep, you could swim in it. He reached over turning both taps on and adding bubble. Letting steam rise from the water and watching the tub fill, he let out a satisfied growl and walked back over to Harley.

He started to undress her, wanting her to clean and comfortable to sleep off her unconsciousness. He was unbuttoning her blouse when noticed a small burn mark under her left collarbone. It was old but it hadn't seen medical attention, the scarring was so deep that the skin around it had puckered slightly.

Mmm, more secrets Doc?

After stripping her down to her underwear, J picked her up and walked over towards the tub and he placed her in. Supporting her back with his arm so that she didn't slip below the surface, he got a sponge filled with soap and started to clean her body. The Joker rubbed smooth movements over her face, scrubbing away the dried blood with his fingers.

Beautiful.

After her skin was clean he dipped her below the water, letting it cascade over her face and consume her hair. Unable to get a good position to wash her hair, J let her drop below the surface for a moment longer while he removed his shirt. Now dressed in only his Arkham sweatpants, he lowered himself into the tub, pulling her up onto his lap.

He inspected the cut on the crown of her head, trying to avoid it with the shampoo. Massaging the soap into the ends of her hair, he untangled it in the process. Rinsing and applying the conditioner, he sat there for a moment, wondering why he had gone to all this effort for some ignorant, workaholic, snobby Doctor. But the truth is, he liked her. In his own little way, not the flowers, chocolates and lovie-dovie way, but he felt kindness towards her and he had tinge of regret when he struck her unconscious. He'd never regretted violence before but with her he did.

She made him feel things that he'd never felt before, urges no other woman had brought out in him, impulses that would land him in trouble if he continued to be close to her. But at this moment, he just didn't care.

"That should do." Joker muttered rinsing her hair. Lifting her out he wrapped a towel around her small bruised body. J took her back to the bed and placed her back on the sheets. He quickly changed into some dry sweatpants and left the room, not wanting to be around her anymore.

Not worth the trouble I tell ya.

He needed space to collect his thoughts and regroup with his henchmen and business contacts. After all no rest for the wicked.

Hours had passed and it was now almost 7am. The Joker had been in his study since he left Harley, catching up with his businesses and his jobs on the side. Because of his long vacation at Arkham, his income wasn't as regular as it has been. Sure he had his clubs, but he missed the thrill of ripping off mob bosses, or the odd bank robbery, but what he missed most was the cat and mouse chase between him at Batsy.

It was time to meet his old friend again and continue the game they've played for so long, but he'd have to train his little Harlequin up first. She would be his secret weapon.

J had organised a meeting with his Henchmen this morning, a little debrief and report on their activities since he'd been gone. Most of them lived in their own accommodation but this hotel was as much their homes as it was his.

"Gooood Morning Fellas." Joker chirped. All of his men had gathered in the dining room, taking their assigned seats like the knights of the round table. "Morning boss." They all said, like pupils to their head teacher.

"Glad to see everyone's looking well. Now today's meeting is an opportunity for you to tell me about any changes that may have happened in my absence. You know how I hate to find out second hand."

The Joker was sitting at the head of the table, looking across at his Henchmen. Usually when he'd been away, they often went on their own little missions, just to keep up spirits and keep everyone in their proper place.

"Well Boss now you mention it.." His second in command, Hutch spoke up. He got his nickname after they were on a job, he was the getaway driver and as they fled the scene he drove into someone's back garden... Straight into a rabbit hutch. He'd come along way since then, being in service for the Joker for 5 years to date.

"Go on Hutch." J encouraged.

"Well, Penguin has renovated the Iceberg Lounge, it's been pulling in our regulars from the clubs. We've tried to compete with him but, without you boss, we haven't been able to come up with any good ideas to claw back the customers."

"Ah, it seem we'll have to show ol' Pengy how we deal with competitors in Gotham. I appreciate honesty boys. I suggest for now we do things by the book, since my escape we don't want to draw any attention to ourselves now, do we fellas?"

"No boss." The said all together.

"I'll come down to the King of Diamonds tonight and we can take it from there. On another note, anything from old Bat-brain?" Joker growled.

"No boss, though the word on the street is, he's just put Crane away again. He's formulated a new toxin which can cause fear to the extent that the victim tears their own flesh off their bones, until death."

"Sheesh and they say I'm nuts." The Joker let out a shriek of laughter, Crane had always been a nut bag, but this was intense, not even the Joker toxin could compete with that.

"Boys it seems we have some clearing up to do around here... Things have slipped since I've been away, time to restore order to Gotham."

All his men nodded. The Joker had this power over people, he was the Clown prince of crime in this city and it was evident that the other Rouges had forgotten who really was in charge.

Hutch shifted in his chair and cleared his throat. "Err boss, the boys and I have been wondering... Well, how did you escape Arkham? We thought we were breaking you out next month? You usually send word if plans change."

"Things took an unexpected turn..." He muttered. "Speaking of which... Nobody is to enter my room under any circumstances. If you do, I'll rip your balls off and feed them to you. Understood?"

"Yes Boss."

"Good. Hutch, contact Jerry and send him over here ASAP."

"Okay boss, on it." Hutch nodded.

"Meeting over Fellas." Joker left the room abruptly, remembering the little blonde in his room.

"I wonder what's up there then?" Spoke Will, the newest Henchmen.

"None of our business, don't make the mistake of being curious Will." Hutch was watching as Will's eyes grew in curiosity. He was only young, 20ish and still new to the game, but he knew that tone of voice and what it meant.

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Boy with condition kicked out of Walmart cart

WINTER HAVEN, Fla. — A Florida family is accusing Walmart employees of kicking her 10-year-old son out of a motorized cart, even though, they say, he needed it.

Tiffany Ferris started her now viral Facebook post with “Walmart did something very inexcusable,” and ends with pictures of her son, Cameron, in tears outside of the big box store.

Ferris says her son needed the chair because of a muscular development delay which causes a lot of pain for the child in his legs.

The mother claims employees told her child on two different occasions, during the same trip, to get out of the chair despite his pleas. 

Here’s is the mother’s accusation against the Walmart on 355 Cypress Garden Boulevard in Winter Haven, Florida:

“All my friends and family, I have a big favor PLEASE READ! Wal-Mart did something very inexcusable to my BABY BOY last night. Here is his story...

I took my children with me to the Wal-Mart at 355 Cypress Gardens Blvd in Winter Haven Florida last night, and as many of you know my youngest son Cameron (who will be 11 this winter) has a language delay and a muscular development delay that we are still working with his Drs on. He has been in special shoes, wheelchairs at school, and there have been many nights spent rubbing his legs so he can just sleep. Well he started to have leg spasms and I had him use a motorized cart to finish our trip. I had stepped away for a minute the first time a lady (Walmart associate) approached him and told him that he couldn’t be in the carts, he was trying to explain but she just continues to tell him no! My husband approached a manager (a floor manager) who apologized and said he would make sure that didn’t happen again. We completed our shopping and went to check out where people were informed we HAD to self checkout because they don’t checkout anyone between 10 pm and 7am...👍🏻 Then another lady says loudly “Ma’am , ma’am, excuse me Ma’am is that your son?” Pointing to my youngest, and I told her “Yes.” She then goes on to Loudly make a scene about him not being able to be in the cart and he can’t ride it etc... I asked her, “ Are we seriously going to do this again? You guys have already upset him once and yes he is, he is disabled and he needs it.” To which she replies “ I DONT REALLY CARE ABOUT THAT, But minors can’t ride our carts it’s policy because it’s a liability” ( Now I would like to add here that the FOR. ONE. ITS. ANSOLUTELY. NOT. WALMART. POLICY. AND. FEDERAL ADA GUIDELINES OUTLAW this exact behavior for a reason guys. The exact terms are that while a store is not necessarily made to carry motorized carts if they do, they and I quote “makes it a discriminatory practice to deny anyone full and equal accommodations in a place of public accommodation because of a physical disability. “ if they do offer them, they must be offered to all folks and your “policy” doesn’t trump Federal disability laws. At this point my baby is balling his eyes out because he is embarrassed. I help him to hobble out of the store after telling them I think they are ridiculous and after the General manager does NOTHING about the situation. There are laws about how we treat our citizens with disabilities for a reason. My son Did not deserve to be belittled and humiliated over something out of his control, and this “lady” needs to have some new training. My son is now terrified to go out to the store, and he is scared to death of Walmart! They should be ashamed of themselves and this needs to change!!!! This is my son sitting outside waiting on his father to finish shopping (EDITED **** By Shopping I was referring to the checkout process which is all part of shopping, I assumed everyone knew what I meant I apologize) because he wouldn’t go back inside.please feel free to share.”

The post has been shared more than 45,000 times and has garnered more than 31,000 likes. Facebook users on both sides of the case, saying Walmart is trying to protect those who actually need the chairs. Others asking Walmart to correct the issues.

WFTS has reached out to Walmart for comment on this issue. They released the following statement: 

“We have apologized to the family about a misunderstanding over the use of a motorized cart. We always strive to ensure our customers have positive shopping experiences, and in this case we fell short. We take this matter seriously, and the store has since addressed the issue with associates.”

According to the American Disabilities Act;

“State law does not specifically require retail establishments to provide motorized carts or other mobility devices for customers with disabilities to use while shopping. But it makes it a discriminatory practice to deny anyone full and equal accommodations in a place of public accommodation because of a physical disability. Whether this could be construed as requiring retail establishments to provide motorized carts or other mobility devices for customers with disabilities to use in the establishments is a matter for the court to decide. For purposes of this law, a “public accommodation” means any establishment that caters or offers its services or facilities or goods to the general public (CGS § 46a-63).”

from Local News https://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/national/florida-family-claims-walmart-kicked-young-boy-with-muscular-condition-out-of-motorized-cart