#oc x jared leto

[cherrycocaineee]

41. Happy Birthday, Slut - Joker

*Synopsis: It’s Athena’s 19th birthday, it’s also been a complete year since she ran away with the Joker after he killed her abusive father. The Joker wants to make the day special for Athena, wants her to have a good birthday since it’s been awhile. And her birthday present…he’s got something special planned for that.*

*Warning: nsfw, 18+, dumbification, degradation, praising, rough sex, choking, restraints, legal age gap, daddy kink, semi-public sex, whatever else you wanna consider a warning lol.*

*A/N: just a reminder that I’ve changed the character name to Athena bc I had my daughter five months ago and named her Paisley.*

*Athena’s p.o.v*

Rays of sunlight pierced through a crack in the black curtains that covered the large panel glass windows in the room. I groaned, stretching my bed over the black, silk sheets. The Joker wasn’t lying beside me but that was normal most days, he was probably down in his study or something. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before throwing my legs over the side of the bed. I flinched when I touched the cold floor. The floor was always so cold, I really needed to get some slippers.

   I push myself up and head to the master bathroom, turning the light on. I turned on the hot water before slipping out of my silk nightgown. It slipped off my body with ease, then I took off my underwear and climbed inside. Hot water cascaded down my small frame, soaking my hair as I rinsed off. I grabbed my loofah and washed my body, then moved on to washing my hair. After my shower, I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, dried off then wrapped it around me before grabbing another towel to dry my hair.

As I walked out, I noticed the bed was remade and there was an outfit sitting out on the comforter. I looked around the room but didn’t see anyone. Either Mister J or one of his henchmen, Frost, did this. I walked over to the outfit and looked at it. It was a short sleeve, red dress with white polka dots and a low v-neck; it was also thigh high and I was sure if I bent over it would live zero to the imagination. There were a pair of white platform pumps that were absolutely gorgeous, a pair of ruby red earrings, and a small white handbag. It was a lovely outfit. I threw it on before going back into the bathroom where I straightened my hair and did my makeup.

   My heels clicked against the marbled floor of the house as I walked down the stairs and headed towards Mister J’s study. Frost was just coming out when I arrived.

 “Good morning, Frost.”

He looked at me and smiled. “Good morning, Athena.”

  “Is Mister J in?”

He nodded his head before opening the door and letting me inside. I thanked him as he closed the door. Sitting behind his desk, Mister J was scribbling some stuff down on some papers; he looked up when he heard my heels. A grin stretched across his painted red lips.

  “Ah, good morning, darling.”

  He stood up from his chair and approached me, his tattooed hands immediately finding my hips. I smiled at him.

 “Good morning, Mister J.”

Mister J leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss against my lips.

 “Happy birthday,” he added against my lips.

 My eyes widened, I couldn’t believe I had forgotten my own birthday. I giggled and touched his chest, my fingertips grazing over the opening of his blood red, button up shirt as well as the ink on his pale skin. He watched me.

  “I’d completely forgotten,” I laughed.

  Mister J laughed too, his fingers touching my face before his fingers gripped my chin and he crammed his lips onto mine. He kissed me for what felt like forever but when he pulled away it felt like the kiss had barely been there.

  “Have you had breakfast yet, birthday girl?”

 I shook my head “no.” He took my hand in his and led me out of the study down to the kitchen. I smiled as he looked at me.

 “You look stunning in your new outfit, darling.” Mister J said.

 “Thank you.”

In the kitchen, Mister J gestured for me to sit down on the barstool before he started making me breakfast. I watched him cook, it was rare for him to be in the kitchen making our own meals. He’d normally tell one of the cooks to do it.

  “Well, aren’t I special,” I giggled

  “You are special, darlin’.” He grinned.

When breakfast was cooked, Mister J placed my plate in front of me and stood behind me with his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder. The food looked amazing. He had made me waffles with fresh blueberries and strawberries on them, scrambled eggs because he knows I hate runny yolk, and some breakfast sausage. It was absolutely perfect.

 “You aren’t going to eat?” I asked him, shoving a bite of egg in my mouth.

He grinned and shook his head, “no, I’ll be saving my appetite for later this evening.”

I was about to ask him what he meant but then his hands squeezed my exposed thighs. I knew exactly what he wanted, it’s what I’ve been wanting too. Mister J and I hadn’t had sex the entire time we were together and that was because he had been so busy with so many things that he was tired. That and I was a virgin, so the thought of having sex immediately after we just got together didn’t seem appealing to me. I had been afraid that after I gave him what he wanted, he’d leave. But after awhile, I longed for him to touch every part of my body, to feel his cock inside my cunt, and the sounds he would make while he was fucking me.

  Mister J tapped on my head. I hadn’t realized I had froze in deep thought.

“What’s running through that pretty, little head of yours, Athena?” He grinned.

I chewed the remainder of the egg in my mouth before swallowing it. I turned and looked at him, our blue eyes staring into each other. God, he was handsome, no one could convince me otherwise.

  “Do you think that we could…uhm…” God this was embarrassing to ask for.

Mister J watched me intently, waiting for me to say what I was gonna say. I gulped, feeling my cheeks turn red.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” Mister J teased, “Can’t give you what you want if you don’t use those pretty words of yours.”

A tease. He was a ginormous tease. He knew exactly what I wanted.

  “Can we…can we please…please don’t make me say it.”

 “Oh, well then you must not really want it.”

Asshole.

Mister J kissed my neck and I shivered as I felt him move along my neck. His hands squeezed my thighs and I moaned. He chuckled.

 “Mister J,” I whimpered, “I need you.”

 “Need me to what, darlin’?”

 “N-need you to fuck me.”

He grinned wider than I have ever seen. He was waiting for this day just as much as I was. I bit my bottom lip and he stared longingly. He chuckled and looked at me.

 “I sure can, but you’ll have to wait for tonight after all the fun birthday things we do. Now eat your breakfast, you’ll need the energy for what I have in store for you.”

  Mister J walked away from me and headed off probably back to his office. I huffed. He was really making me wait until the end of the day, that was totally rude. I sighed and started finishing my breakfast. After I was done eating, I cleaned my dishes even though the cook insisted that she would do it. I shooed her away, telling her she does enough for me already. When I was finished cleaning my dishes, I headed to a different part of the house but was stopped by Frost.

 “Miss Athena,” he said, “Mister J has asked me to tell you to go out to the car, he’ll be waiting for you there.”

 “Oh? Are we going to his club?” I asked.

 “No, he has something different planned.”

  Frost didn’t say another word to me, he just walked away. I tilted my head and went outside to find Mister J waiting in his purple lamborghini. I approached the car, Mister J pushed the passenger’s side open for me like normal and I climbed in, closing the door.

 “Ready, princess?”

 “Where are we going?” I asked, curiously.

 “Thought you might like to go shopping, get yourself whatever you want. You don’t really spend a lot of my money, so I figured this might be a treat. I’ll go with you so I can make sure you’re actually spending a lot.”

 “You want me to spend a lot?” I asked, with wide eyes.

 “Sweetheart, if it doesn’t say you spent the length of a phone number, I’ll be quite annoyed.”

My eyes widened. He wanted me to spend that much money. I did the math in my head and gasped.

 “But the size of a phone number is like a billion dollars.”

 “Exactly.”

  Mister J started driving towards Gotham. He asked which store I’d like to go to first. I looked down at my phone wondering how the hell I was going to spend a billion dollars or if he was just exaggerating and I didn’t actually have to spend a billion. I perked up. This phone was the same phone I had since I moved to Gotham, Frost had picked it up when he went to get my belongings and kidnap my dad.

 “I would like a new phone, if that’s okay.”

 “‘Course it’s okay!” He laughed before driving me to a phone store.

People in Gotham didn’t really pay any attention to anyone unless they were being robbed or some other criminal act was being performed, mainly violence. So I wasn’t shocked when Mister J walked around the phone store with me, our hands clasped together, and no one jumped to call the police. I was looking at all the phones that they had on the floor while the Joker watched me. Finally I picked an Iphone 13 in a pink color. The Joker paid for it and we headed back to his lamborghini. For the remainder of the day, Mister J took me shopping at various different stores before taking me out to dinner later that evening. The restaurant he took me to was absolutely stunning. There was a chandelier directly above the entire restaurant that illuminated a soft glow over all the tables. Mister J and I were escorted to a VIP section so that neither one of us could be bothered. I was staring at all of the beautifully, expensive art that hung on the walls, the mahogany brown color that mixed with the egg shell white. The restaurant was gorgeous. We sat down and the waitress came in to take our order. Mister J ordered himself a large steak and I ordered myself a grilled chicken salad. I looked at Mister J.

 “Thank you, for all of this today.”

 “You’re welcome but the day’s not over and I’ve got one more thing for you.”

  He had a mischievous grin on his face and I felt my heart rate speed up. He knew what he was doing, that asshole. Our food came and we started eating while chatting about random things. I couldn’t keep my eyes from staring at him. He was handsome. From his green hair, to his ruby red lips, to his tattoos, and his muscular body. God, he wasn’t just handsome, he was sexy. I slowly chewed my food, it tasted good but I didn’t want it right now. Mister J looked up from his steak.

 “You alright, darling?” He asked, grinning.

 I didn’t answer him, I just stood up and walked over to him. I climbed into his lap and he looked at me, a grin stretched across his ruby red lips. I smiled back.

 “Someone couldn’t wait, hm? Impatient little thing.”

“How can I wait when you’re sitting across from me looking so good,” I point out.

 “Well who can argue there, doll?” He laughed, his hands moving to my hips, rubbing small circles against my exposed skin, “I can’t keep my eyes off you either.”

 “Then why are we waiting?” I whispered seductively in his ear.

Mister J ran his hands down my hips to my exposed thighs. I shivered from his touch, my eyes wandering down his exposed chest. He always wore his shirts slightly unbuttoned, giving me a perfect view of his pretty, tattooed chest. I was getting so tired of fantasizing about him fucking his cock into me while I touched myself, I needed it. I ran my fingers down his chest before I started unbuttoning his shirt exposing more of his skin. I sighed softly as I leaned down and peppered his tattooed chest with kisses, leaving behind a trail of dusky rose lipstick against his pale skin. Mister J groaned. That sent a shiver up my spine. I loved how deep his groans were even if I’ve only ever heard them when he was frustrated with his work or someone was pissing him off. This was different, this was a groan of pleasure that I was giving him.

 “Like that?” I asked, my eyelashes fluttering as I looked up at him.

 His hand went to my throat while his other stayed on my thigh. I grin as he moves closer to me.

 “You know I do, doll.”

His grip on my thigh and my throat tighten just a little bit; not enough to hurt me but enough so he was holding me tight. I could feel my cunt practically drooling. Mister J slammed his lips against mine and we kissed feverishly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I moaned, his tongue running over my bottom lip before slipping it into my mouth. He tasted like steak, obviously, but I could also taste expensive scotch, smoke from his cigars, and just…him. I moaned as I grinded my hips against him, my aching cunt desperate for some type of friction. I was sure I was leaving behind a wet spot on his pants but he didn’t seem to mind. He moved his lips from mine and started kissing and sucking on my neck. I moaned again, my movements becoming rougher as I felt his hard cock through his pants.

  “So pretty,” he whispered before he lifted my dress revealing my black, lacy panties. He grinned softly. “Look at you. All ready, wrapping yourself all pretty for me.”

 I moaned at his words. He grinned and pushed my dress up more until it was completely off of my body. My black, lacy bra being revealed. He growled, his eyes darkening in desire and lust. He pulled me closer to him, his lips attaching to my own. His tongue ran over my mouth and he groaned. I gasped as he squeezed my breast, my eyes rolling back as I filled his bulge pressed against my cunt.

 “Mister J…”

 “Ah,” he interrupted, “what’s my name?”

 “Daddy,” I corrected; his grin stretching further across his face.

 “What can daddy do for you?”

 “Fuck me.”

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he grips my breast again and I moan. He held me close to his body, his piercing blue eyes staring into my lust filled eyes.

  “Such a dirty slut wanting me to fuck you in this restaurant,” he grinned, “you like the idea of the waiter coming back in here seeing me stuff your sweet little pussy, huh?”

 His words made my cunt even more wet. I moaned and nodded my head. Whatever got me railed sooner. Mister J pulled me off his lap, making me stand up. He got to his feet too, unclipping my bra with one hand, my breast fully exposed as he tied my wrist behind me back with my bra. The fabric was tight against my skin but I liked it. Once my hands were secured behind my back, Mister J pushed me down to my knees. His shirt was still unbuttoned, but not completely off; he unbuckles his belt and pulls it off before setting it down on his seat. I watched him with doe eyes as he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. It’s already hard and standing at attention, the tip of his cock already leaking with precum. Drool slips past my lips and he grins.

  “Open wide for daddy, baby.”

  I don’t even hesitate or think about it, I just open my mouth. He guides his cock into my mouth and I moan as he fills my mouth. He moves his hips slowly, his cock moving in and out of my mouth each thrust getting rougher and rougher as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. Mister J groans as he grabs my head pushing himself deeper into my mouth. I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes, my hands struggling in the restraints he had me in. It was my bra so you’d think the fabric would be easily tearable but not for me. Mister J growled.

 “That’s it, baby, suck daddy’s cock.”

 The back of my throat made squelching noises as he fucked my face. I felt tears stream down my face but I was enjoying every moment of it. I ran my tongue over every inch of his cock, groaning as I felt every vein that decorated his cock.

  “Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

I moaned around him. Mister J grunted before pulling me off his dick, I started gasping for air. He turns me around and pushes the food onto the floor before pushing me down on the table, my back facing him but my ass out. He grabs the fabric of my panties and rips them off, tearing the fabric easily. I moan. He kneeled down and pulled my ass cheeks apart, my eyes rolling back as he gave himself a perfect view of both my cunt and my asshole. Mister J spits on my pussy before devouring it, his tongue and mouth slurping and licking at my soaked cunt. I moaned, pressing my head against the table as he ate me out. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he nipped my clit.

 “Oh fucking god,” I moan out, I grip the side of the table.

  Mister J keeps eating me out, his tongue pushing into my cunt. I tighten around his tongue and he growls. I try to move my hands but can’t. My legs started shaking and I knew I was about to cum.

 “Daddy,” I moaned out, “I’m gonna c-cum.”

 Mister J moved his mouth from my cunt, his chin dripping with my juices. He rubbed my clit harshly, the sound of my arousal echoing in the room mixing with both our heavy breathing. I moaned more as he looked up at me, grinning.

  “Come on, baby, cum for daddy.”

 “Oh fuck, cumming, daddy.”

  My knees buckled as I came hard, my eyes rolling back as a silent scream left my lungs. When I was done cumming, Mister J stood up and picked me up and placed me on the table, spreading my legs. I was still panting from the previous orgasm. Mister J spit on his cock before rubbing it over it and positioning himself in front of my pussy. I propped myself up the best I could so I could see him shove his cock inside me. I moaned as he pushed himself inside me, his cock stretching me out to his width. Mister J groaned.

  “Such a tight, fucking pussy, doll.”

 “Yeah, daddy?” I moan, he nods his head as he starts moving his hips faster and harder. I groan as he pounds into my cunt. Mister J reached his hand up and grabbed my throat and squeezed tightly as he fucked me. His hips moved at an animalistic speed, the table shaking back and forth, his hand on my throat was the only thing that kept me on the table.

 “Holy shit,” I moaned, “you’re so f-fucking deep.”

 Mister J grinned as he continued to fuck himself into me. I fall back on the table, my hands still secured behind my back. With each thrust, my breast bounced. Mister J leaned down and sucked on one of my nipples, the speed of his hips never faltering.

“Such a stupid whore,” Mister J growled roughly, sweat collecting on his body. My own body glistened with a small film of sweat. Mister J grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder allowing him to go deeper. My eyes rolled back and drool started spilling from my lips and collecting on the table I was one. Mister J watched me, a grin on his face as he continued to move his hips roughly. My heart was hammering inside my chest as adrenaline and pleasure soaked every inch of my nerves. I couldn’t focus on anything else, just the way he cock stretched me out and the sounds coming from my wet cunt each time he drilled himself into me.

  “Look at that,” Mister J grinned, “now we’re getting somewhere.”

 My entire body was buzzing and I was approaching my climax once again. I moaned and arched my back the best I could with my hands behind my back. The fabric of my bra rubbed my wrist raw but I didn’t care.

 “G-gonna cum,” I managed to pant out.

 “Panting?” The Joker laughed, “like a bitch in heat. You wanna cum, doll, beg me for it.”

  His words were so lewd, it was only gonna get more intense from here. I moaned and looked up at Mister J the best I could through teary eyes. I wasn’t crying from pain, but from pleasure.

 “Please, daddy, wanna cum.” I whimper.

He laughs. “You can do better than that, baby. Beg daddy and I’ll let you make a pretty mess on my cock.”

  “Daddy!” I moaned louder as he rubbed my clit at the same time as he fucked me, “f-fuck, please, please let me cum. Need it, need it so fucking bad. Wanna cum, please, please.” I didn’t care if the words made sense or anything, I just needed to cum. Mister J reached down and grabbed by my neck with his free hand and yanked me closer to him, his cock still working its magic. I moaned again.

 “Cum.” It was an order. Either I cum now or not at all. So I came hard all over his cock, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back. I might have looked like the main character from the exorcist. A scream was ripped from my lungs as my juices coated every inch of his cock, my pussy squeezing around him. He groaned too but didn’t stop. Instead, he pulled me up and sat down on his seat.

  “Ride me.”

 “T-tired.”

  “Don’t think so, doll, you wanted to be an impatient brat, ride me.”

I moved myself up and down on his cock. His hands were on my hips as I bounced up and down. My hair bounced with the movement. My sweaty skin caused some strands to stick to me.

 “That’s it. Ride daddy.”

 “L-legs getting tired, daddy.”

  Mister J looked up at me and smacked my face, not enough to physically cause me pain but enough to tell me that he didn’t care. He was right, I wanted this now and was too impatient to wait when I got home. There was a knock on the door and I covered my mouth. Mister J laughed and pulled my hand down.

 “What is it?” He laughed.

The door opened and the waiter walked in. His eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw me riding the Joker’s cock. Mister J pulled me off of him and bent me over the table.

  “W-was just coming to check on you two,” the waiter stuttered out, I could see the growing tent in his pants.

 “Hold on a second, kid,” Mister J said, he removed one of his golden chains and wrapped it around my neck before pulling on it. Not tight but enough for the cool metal to dig into my hot skin. He slammed himself in from behind and I moaned out again. By now I knew, without actually seeing, that I was completely fucked out. The waiter’s eyes met mine, which were teary eyed and my eyeliner and mascara probably smudged to hell. 

  “See that, kid. This dumb whore likes that you’re watching her get fucked. Her pussy is practically suffocating my cock.”

 The waiter couldn’t move or say anything, he just stood there and watched; his mouth slightly open.

 “Oh my fucking…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence.

 “What a dumb slut,” Mister J laughed, “gonna cum on my dick again in front of this man?”

 “Yes daddy.”

 “Then let’s see it baby. Give this man a show.”

I moaned louder this time as I came hard on his cock for the second time, this being a total of three orgasms in I don’t know how long. Were we here for an hour, two, maybe it was closing time and that’s why the waiter came to check on us. Mister J rubbed my clit quickly and I felt a different type of pressure before I released and ended up squirting for the first time.

 “Ohhh, fuck,” I cry out.

  In front of me, the waiter now had a wet spot on his pants meaning he probably came too. Mister J smacked my ass roughly before grabbing it and continued to fuck himself into me.

 “Gonna breed this cunt, baby, ready?”

 I nod vigorously, still moaning and panting. Mister J fucked himself into my cunt a few more times before he growled and released his cum into my pussy. My eyes rolled back as I felt his entire seed push all the way inside me, deep. Mister J rutted against me, groaning as he watched my greedy pussy take all his cum before he pulled out. He zips himself back up and looks at the waiter.

 “Bring the check.”

 “Y-yes sir.” The waiter ran off and Mister J helped me to my feet.

He untied my hands from my bra and grinned down at me.

  “Get dressed doll, sorry about your panties and bra. Looks like you’ll have to walk out of here with my cum running down your leg.”

 He wasn’t actually sorry but I didn’t mind. In fact, I moaned at the thought. He wrapped his arms around me.

 “Happy birthday, sweetheart. Let’s get home so I can rough you up some more.”

 I giggled and nodded as I got dressed. Mister J paid for the food that we didn’t eat, the waiter refused to make eye contact with either one of us, and we left. I was excited to see what more he had in store for me when we got home.

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[yona049]

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ♤

Joker x fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Part 2

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Disclaimer!

>Head crushing.

>Parent death

>ptsd

>mental patients (Arkam Asylum)

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Y/n just captured by Batman and Red Hood. Only for them to come face to face with her in Wayne mannor. Y/n took the first opportunity she got to dive Jason.

"I'm gonna KILL you, Jason!"

She yelled looking down at the blue eyed boy, dark fluffy hair with a white streak through the front. Jason Todd. The one and only Vigilante Red Hood.

He slowly smirks and moves his hand onto Y/n's cheek giving it a gentle rub with his thumb.

"I missed you too, babe."

He whispers watching Y/n smile for a second before growling again.

"You could've been a little more gentle with the dart! Fake blood is hard to clean out of a clown costume!"

She stands up slowly wobbling a bit, but Jason quickly slips his arm around her waist.

"Gotcha!" he mocks while holding her steady.

"Can't be that bad? Atleast the bullet looked real? Might leave a bruise."

He boops Y/n on her nose making her look back up at him. She sighs and pushes herself onto her toes giving Jason a delicate kiss.

"Thanks for getting me out of there." she whispers against his lips until a certain bat clears his throat.

Y/n smiles and turns to the batman before jump-hugging him.

"Hey, Bruce!"

Batman was much bigger in size, so a hug from him lifted her off the ground until he sat her back down.

He pulls the cowl off his face and gives Y/n a pat on the head.

"Sorry about the wait, Y/n. We weren't sure when you'd be out again. Jason went out on every patrol."

"Awww! Jason!" she teases tossing the Red Hood helmet onto the bed.

She follows shortly after and sits on the fluffy duvet before pulling off the polkadot socks she wore.

"Joker had a long business period! I couldn't get him out of base for anything! It was constant paperwork and gun shipping."

She pulls a small piece of paper out of her sock and hands it to Batman.

"All recent shipments and crate numbers are there. You should be able to find some other interesting numbers."

She falls back onto the bed with another big sigh.

"We eventually went out, but it took a bit of teasing to get him to draw attention to us. I thew a grenade into an empty shop. I hope it helped you find us."

She glances over at Jason who had an annoyed look on his face. Y/n figured it was probably the kiss he walked in on, between her and the Joker.

Batman quickly pulls her from her thoughts.

"I'll look at this. In the mean time I'll have an armored truck take you to Arkam in two days. Best you take a shower and sleep before then. Joker is sure to take you back."

He places his hand on Jason's shoulder heading for the door.

"Y/n. Good job."

Y/n smiles getting some well deserved praise from Bruce Wayne. He finally walks out closing the door, leaving Jason and Y/n alone.

Outside the room Damian Wayne was leaning against the wall with crossed arms. The newest Robin to the family, dressed in a black turtleneck looking mature for his age. Once Bruce walks out he follows him to, presumably the Bat-cave.

"Father! Why have I never heard of this Y/n?"

Bruce unfolds the paper Y/n gave him and starts reading.

"Well, Damian. She's been undercover for a long time, and Jason talks about her alot."

Damian stops dead in his tracks in shock.

"That is his girlfriend! I thought he was making her up since we've never seen her!?"

He runs down the hallway catching up with Bruce who walks up to the piano in the middle of the study. He hits a few keys until the platform underneath their feet starts going down.

"She was before your time. I can give you her file."

Damian nods walking off the platform and into the Bat-cave.

A large caved out space with drip stone covering the walls along with Platforms holding all sorts of other bat related things. The Batmobile, Batman's suits, and finally the large screen, the bat computer.

Damian lifts himself onto the counter watching Bruce pull Y/n's file onto the screen.

A picture of a young Y/n pops up, with short hair and dyed streaks in her hair. She looked like a typical rebellious teen with an angry expression.

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Y/n L/n. (Alias : Y/n Caster.)

Age : 20

Gotham resident.

Occupation : Criminal.

Parents : James Caster (Deceased)

Abigail Caster (Deceased)

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Damian lifts an eyebrow and glares at Batman.

"How can her parents have the same last name as Y/n's alias?"

Bruce smirks and hits a few more buttons before another profile pops up on screen. This time a picture of Y/n with a bright smile and longer hair.

"This is her real file, albeit a little out dated."

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Y/n L/n.

Age : 17

Gotham resident.

Occupation : Student.

Parents : Marideth L/n (Deceased)

Harrion L/n(Deceased)

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Damian looks settled with his thoughts then asks another question.

"How did This Y/n come to work for Joker? Surely he wouldn't trust some mentally challenged girl!"

Bruce quickly snaps.

"Hey! That's rude Damian."

"Sorry. But I'm still curious!"

With a sigh Batman sits down on the chair.

"It's a long story."

Damian wiggles himself into a comfortable position and hits a button on the bat computer.

"Please bring some popcorn down to the Bat-cave, Pennyworth."

A small confirmation from Alfred and Damian eagerness to listen made Bruce chuckle.

"Very well, If you're so willing. Here's the story of my secret adopted child."

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"Y/n was young at the time. Maybe just 8? Her parents worked at psych Wards all over the world, but eventually they settled at the toughest one of them all."

"Arkam Asylum." Damian answers.

"That's right!" Bruce congratulates.

A large medieval castle with a looming darkness over it. It held the laughter and cries of all their patients.

A young couple rushed into the building holding their coats over their heads. One older man is the first to shake off the droplets with his wife following behind.

"Well! Wasn't expecting your first introduction to our work to start out like that, huh, Y/n?" Her father pats her on the head as she hid underneath his coat.

Mother takes her hand and walks with her down the hallway.

"Now, honey. Remember our deal."

Y/n nods looking around curiously.

"Stay close! Only go where mom and dad says. Don't talk to patients."

Mom giggles and kisses Y/n's forehead.

"Good! Now let's get to the office before we get to the really scary patients!"

Once the family was in the cozy office, Y/n immediately took to the bookshelf covered in different old books.

Dad walks up behind her and points to one specific red colored book. 'The Phycology of a Disheveled Mind.'

He hands it to Y/n who smiles and takes a seat at the big desk with a spinning chair.

A small chuckle from dad as he kneels down beside her.

"We'll be back soon to give you a better tour, first we need to go check on some patients. Read up so I can discuss with you after ok!"

Y/n nods excitedly watching mom place a packet of gummy candies on the table.

"A surgery snack for a buzzing mind." she uses her finger to imitate a bee and makes a buzzing noise before landing her finger on Y/n's nose.

"Love you, Bee!"

Y/n laughs.

"Love you, Mom! Love you, Dad!"

They make a swift exit with clip boards in hand. Soon their both in the ward with patients all around them in cells. Bane, Scarecrow, and a few empty ones awaiting their escaped patients. Like Penguin and Dr Freeze.

"As you can see, Mr Wayne. Your sponsorship is greatly improving our necessary medicines and holding cells." Mom shows.

A young Bruce wearing a tucks and neatly combed hair looks around intently.

"I see, and The patients are treated well?" Bruce asks.

"As well as they can be treated, the staff almost treat them too nicely unfortunately. We had a Doctor try sneaking a machine gun in, a few weeks ago."

Bruce sucks air though his teethad they reached the end of the hallway.

"Well! Keep up the good work you two. I'm glad to see my funds are helping better the mental health of patients."

Saying their goodbyes, Mom and Dad make their way back down the long hallway.

Mom smiled scribbling down some notes.

"Let's get back to Y/n, I'm sure she's pretty sick of that book by now."

Dad laughs and shakes his head disagreeing.

"Our little girl is brilliant! She's probably studying that book cover to cover."

He walks up to a cell and smiles making notes. He looks up at a man wearing a top hat and a grin on his face.

"Good evening, Jervis. How are you feeling tonight."

The man only smiles with a glare towards dad. Dad sighs but keeps his smile.

"You're doing better than yesterday. Don't tell the others. But I brought you a snack!"

He places a round cookie in a tray and pushes it into the cell. With a warm smile the patient grabs the cookie and takes a small bite of it.

"Thanks, Doc!" he grumbles and continues eating the cookie.

Dad smiles happily and nods.

"Your welcome-"

A sudden explosion sends a Shockwave through the hallway causing mom and had hit the wall hard.

The entire building shakes causing Y/n to Scream. She hides under the table as the heavy bookshelf falls straight down onto the ground.

Y/n calls for Mom and Dad but the open office door beckons her to run out to find them.

Back in the Cell block. Scattered debris welcome a Crown Prince of crime, like a red carpet.

Joker was still a very young and very new Criminal in Gotham, so no one expected him to break into Arkam for reinforcements.

He laughs at the chaos he caused with alarms going off and a few Criminals running wild.

He snaps his fingers and points some of his Joker Goons towards Bane's cell.

They make use of another explosive to blast the cell door off its hinges.

Y/n runs in just in time to see her dad hunched over her mom. Mom was trapped under the heavy wall that had been blasted off.

She runs closer already starting to feel the tears run down her face.

"M-mom!"

Dad was bleeding from his head when he looked up at Y/n running towards them. A dark shadow followed behind her.

Bane was about to grab her until dad pulls Y/n behind him and out of the way, just in time for Bane to grab him instead of her.

Dad yells and struggles as Bane holds him off the ground by his head.

"Stop this Bane! We can help! We can Change what happened to- Ugh!"

Y/n stares at her dad in horror, her mom's body unmoving and bent in so many unnatural ways.

"Dad! No! Leave my dad alone!"

Y/n watches in horror before charging towards this huge man. Bane, now only using one hand to hold the entirety of Dads head, smacks Y/n into the wall with great force. A small child getting hit into a hard wall.

She blinks a few times, dizzy from impact but crawls towards her dad. A laughter fuzzy in the background, until a horrible sound fills her ears.

The cracking of bone and a mush before a final thud, as her dads head is crushed.

She froze looking at both of her parents infront of her. But only for a second until a big black cape crosses her eyesight.

"Don't look!" a growled voice. Batman came to save the day, but just too late.

He pulls her into his arms, squeezing her broken terrified body. Once he knew she was in his arms safe, he uses a grappling hook to pull them out of the chaos.

○○○

"After that, we brought her back to Wayne Manor. Even after revealing my identity, she didn't react. She was like a ragdoll for months. Dick tried everything to help her grieve."

Bruce taps his foot thinking back, feeling her little traumatized body.

"It was only after that, when we found Jason again. Jason was so battered and bruised once Joker brainwashed and tortured him. After what Joker did to him, and Joker did to her. They bonded over it."

Damian looks down at the empty popcorn bowl in his lap with a growl.

"How did she manage an under cover mission around the man who killed her parents! I would've taken the first opportunity to cut him with my katana!"

He slips off the table with an angry growl. Before he could storm off Bruce lightly pats his head getting him to calm down.

"Y/n took alot of time to train and work though her anger."

Batman quickly looks to the side when his attention is pulled by a Zooming engine.

A motorcycle echoes though the bat cave and with a screeching holt it stops on one of the platforms.

A blue bird on his chest and incredibly strong build, Dick Grayson also known as Nightwing steps off the bike and lifts his helmet off his head.

"Hey Bruce! Hey Damian!" he walks up to them lifting his mask off his face with a satisfying sigh.

He looks up at the Bat computer and his eyes light up seeing Y/n's picture.

"Y/n's back? It's been forever!"

Batman smiles and nods.

"7 months to be exact."

Damian gasps and growls annoyed.

"You knew about Y/n too?"

"Yes! I helped train her." Dick assured grabbing the empty popcorn bucket Damian was holding.

"I wanna go say Hi before she goes back undercover."

He takes a few kernels, chewing on them a little before patting Damian on the head. Bruce shakes his head and presses a few more buttons.

"Not yet! She's catching up with Jason right now. She needs rest."

Dick stops chewing for a second then places the popcorn bowl down. He looks straight at Bruce with a serious face.

"How long is this gonna go on, Bruce? How long does he have to stay near that phyco?"

Batman stops typing for a second and turns to look at his two boys waiting anxiously for an answer.

"She doesn't want to leave, I've asked her. She's determined to stay." he looks down a little worried.

"Y/n has been undercover for a long time. I'm worried that before long. She'll become Ace instead of Y/n."

[thebestdefence]

Independent & MUTUALS ONLY MULTIMUSE featuring both canon & original characters from 'Law & Order: Special Victims Unit'.

NON-RP BLOGS & NON-MUTUALS : DO NOT INTERACT WITH WISHLIST AND IN CHARACTER POSTS.

Mun & muses are 21+. WRITTEN BY : Shelley.​ POST BANNER TEMPLATE BY : creationcolor @ devianartart [x]

MUSES (Primary, Secondary, By Request).

Rafael Barba.

Olivia Benson.

Fin Tutuola.

Mike Dodds.

Nick Amaro.

Sarah Thompson (OC).

Reza Saberi (OC).

Mercy Mazani (OC).

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Muns name is Shelley.

She/They.

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[tybaltsjuliet]

10, 12, and 17 for the Choose Violence ask meme!

10. worst part of fanon

WHEN IT GETS PROMOTED TO CANON.

i will never forgive people who got way too precious about certain elements of haunted mansion fanon. they are the reason disney has decided to make certain things ~official~; that is to say, they are the reason i now cannot find any official attic bride stuff that is not constance goddamn hatchaway, and the reason why disney tried to make jared fucking leto as hatbox happen, and i will see them in hell.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

well, he is a Very Specific Type Of Character, but i wish that archie cunningham from rob roy got half the interest and love that colonel tavington or alan rickman’s sheriff of nottingham do, from people who like That Sort Of Thing. he is a nasty piece of work and i understand why he is unpopular... mostly because nobody has seen rob roy, but also because i think that, like, the threat of tavington-style war crimes have a level of distance from the average viewer that the threat of sexual violence does not.

but archie is SO COMPELLING. bisexual-coded bastard bastard who spends 85% of this movie mincing and smirking and 10% of it being scary as all hell and 5% of it nearly reducing me to tears whenever he has a fleeting moment of devastating self-awareness. tim roth thought that he was going to get fired from this movie for playing archie too over-the-top and instead he got a goddamn BAFTA. makes me crazy.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

i’ve said it before and i will say it again: i LOVE seeing people’s OCs in art and fic! i love it when people treat canon like a sandbox and say “and if *i* lived here, i would be an x and do y and z would think i am SO COOL ABOUT IT.” it is infinitely charming to me and “Y/N” is the tombstone of creativity and cheerful self-indulgence. make up a little fucking guy again!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Jared Leto Masterlist

Accessible through the hashtag DDDmasterlistsJaredLeto

By Lust be Driven - Part One Part Two

Home

Yes, Master

3Some - Part One Part Two

Kashmir

LA Connection - Part One Part Two

“Us” Time

Punished by Professor Leto

A Road to Recovery - Part One Part Two

While the Kids are Away

The most wonderful time of the Year

And the Award goes To

Green Eyed Monster

My Own Way

After Party for Two

This Beautiful Life

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Jared/Joker Works

The Crime and the Punishment

Hard Candy

Both Cherries

Play to Win

Part One - Inferno

Part Two - Purgatorio

Part Three - Paradiso

Part Four - The Divine Comedy

Part Five - La Vita Nuova

This is War - Sequel to Play to Win

Chapter One - And so it Begins

Chapter Two - Payback’s a Bitch

Chapter Three - Know your Enemy

Chapter Four - Upping the Ante

Chapter Five - Leverage

Chapter Six - Damage

Chapter Seven - Simple Pleasures

Chapter Eight - Click, click, bang, bang, we in da Murda Bizness

Chapter Nine - Choked Up

Chapter Ten - Anger at the West

Chapter Eleven - I Hate you More

Chapter Twelve - Since you’ve been Gone

Chapter Thirteen - You’re Everything

Chapter Fourteen - Natural Born Killers

Chapter Fifteen - Widening the Net

Chapter Sixteen - She loves the Nightlife

Chapter Seventeen - I’ve got you under my Skin

Chapter Eighteen - I got trouble, trouble, trouble, always knocking at my Door

Chapter Nineteen - I am Zero’s Smirking Revenge

Chapter Twenty - Vulgar display of Power

Chapter Twenty One - Come Together

Chapter Twenty Two - Closer

Chapter Twenty Three - Strategies

Chapter Twenty four - Snare

[wththefriz]

Origin

Chapter One

The cold autumn breeze brushed against my face, blowing my hair behind my head. My hands rested in the pockets of my tan blazer, fiddling around with the keys in my left hand. It was rare for the nights in Gotham to be this quiet, but I decided against questioning it further and simply took advantage of the rare, peaceful night. Although the night was peaceful, it kept down the anger I had felt throughout the day. I had been fucked-over for the last time today. I got “let go” this morning because I was accused of being involved in some personal drama I barely knew about. They had a new hire anyway so I’m sure they’ll be fine without me. The part about this day that made my mind crack further was being used by the one person I had trusted anymore. Turns out they never really liked me in the first place, I was just sociable enough to get them into parties until they were popular enough on their own to drop me altogether. I still made something livable by posting on the internet so at least I wasn’t totally lost in shit creek without a paddle. I took a deep breath in while re-organizing my thoughts, feeling my exposed skin hit the cold air. 

Unfortunately, the peace was quickly interrupted by a loud alarm going off in the distance. I walk a bit quicker towards the sound in curiosity, peering around the corner of a building to reveal bright lights along with flashing blue and red from police cars. Past all of the alarms, I could hear a faint cackle slowly growing closer. I stood out in the open but far enough to stay out of the conflict. As I observed my surroundings, I saw the city bank that was surrounded by police vehicles, the windows knocked out with men in clown masks standing around inside the building. Those men gave hint to the main attraction who was walking into sight now. The pale skin, green hair, and signature laugh of the one and only, Joker. I freeze in place, not being able to take my eyes off the sight. I had never been this close to this type of situation involving the clown prince of crime himself. Sure I’d seen his face online and in pictures, yet it was a marvel to watch his face contort while laughing in person. I watched the clown as he lit some sort of smoke bomb and kicked it out into the crowd of cops. Before anyone could react, a cloud of smoke erupted out of the small contraption, causing the police officers to gasp for air as the gas hit their lungs. It was immediately recognized as the "laughing gas" Joker had developed, causing those who inhaled the toxin to burst out into uncontrollable laughter as their faces contort into twisted smiles. I take a few steps back, stepping into an alleyway to stay far enough from the gas, covering my nose and mouth with one hand for precaution. Through the cloud of gas, I could see a suit of purple, hearing that familiar cackle coming from the figure. As The Joker steps out from the scene, he looks around with a somewhat satisfied grin. I watch his movements closely, ready to run in the opposite direction if he came too close. Although, in the thought of concentration, I glance up at his face, our eyes meeting. I gasp quietly and take a step back. At that moment, I felt something prominent in my chest. Fear? Anger? Hell, it could be a bullet at this point. He only stares for a few more seconds, still smiling. If I hadn't known any better, I may have said his smile got a bit wider before he turned and looked up, a helicopter flying over and onto the ground, allowing the clown to grab onto one of the handles and speed away from the scene. I turn my gaze back over to the gruesome scene. Around forty cops writhing on the ground, laughing furiously, with no way to get the terrifying grin off of their faces. After what felt like forever of not being able to look away, more police had shown up along with Batman. ‘About time,’ I’d thought to myself. Before I could get dragged in for questioning, I quickly turned around and sped off on foot, walking back to the original location I had planned on going to in the first place. 

As I step into my apartment, closing the door behind me and using every lock on it, I lean my head against it and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. These types of situations that I witnessed with my own eyes were incredibly stressful to me. Not only were the current conditions stressful, but my mind was also now racing with the experience I had just witnessed. I had been reading and researching everything the clown has been doing in Gotham since he first appeared. I was never interested at first because all of his movements seemed more random and sporadic than anything; but when I started going deeper down the rabbit hole, it wasn’t as strange as I once thought. The way he was constantly able to escape and find himself able to survive every time he was caught fascinated me. He fascinated me. The games he had played on the people of Gotham and even Batman kept reeling me in, making me want to know more. The thoughts that clouded my mind slowly began to dissipate as I became more exhausted. I pulled my coat off my shoulders, tossing it onto the arm of the couch. I had spent all of my energy being stressed and emotional and so it was all crashing down once I had a chance to relax. I turn on the tv and flop onto the couch, turning on my side to face the tv. Before I even had a chance to change the channel, I had passed out, not remembering when I had actually drifted to sleep.

[jokers-sweethearts]

Jared Leto Daughter Imagine: Doctor's Visit

Synopsis: I’ve had a few asks about this and thought it was topical. This is what Jared and his daughter would be going through the day of his doctor’s visit earlier this week.

You altered between playing with your hands in your lap and twirling your hair in between your fingers, anything for a distraction. Your dad was driving like he didn’t have a care in the world or at least was pretending not to. The closer you got to the hospital the more nervous and frigidity you got.

Jared could tell something was wrong with his daughter. Usually long drives through LA were their favorite to listen to music and talk, but she was stone cold and quiet. He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel and sighed deeply taking every opportunity he got to look over at her. But he was always met with the side of her head, hair shielding her face from his glance.

Once he hit a red light he took the longer chance to reach over and tuck her hair behind her ears. She kept her glance out the window to her side.

“Baby?” he said in a slightly stern voice to get her attention. “You good over there?”

You felt your heart beating faster as the light turned green and he continued to drive.

“Do you really have to go to the hospital?” You said in a weak voice.

Jared instantly knew what was wrong.

“I told you I was fine didn’t I?”

“If you were fine you wouldn’t need to go to the hospital dad” you snapped back.

Jared was surprised by his daughters aggressiveness. He knew anything medical related put her on edge. He couldn’t blame her because he was the same way with his mom. But it was his job to make sure his daughter felt safe and trusted him, and he was prideful in that.

“The hospital has the MRI machine, that’s the only reason I have to go there. We just can’t do it at a normal doctors office”.

Just as Jared finished the hospital came into full view and he pulled into the parking lot. He noticed his words may have done more harm than good as his daughter was keeping a distance from him as they walked in.

You wanted terribly to wrap your arms around your father and hold him and protect him. You wanted your love to be enough to fix his back but it was just impossible. Part of you kept saying the colder you act towards him maybe he’ll give in and go home. But the bigger part felt guilty knowing he was in pain.

The two of you sat in the waiting room while he filled put the form. Looking around and actually being in the hospital put you even more on edge. You hated them. In the movies nothing good ever happened in them. They were for sick and you refused to accept something could be wrong with your dad.

Jared was interrupted filling out his form by his daughters incessant foot tapping. He quickly finished and brought it to the front desk. When he sat back down he put his hand on her knee to stop the shaking. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her cheek to offer her some comfort.

“Baby I’m fine I promise!” he said with a bit of a chuckle.

Jared couldn’t lie to himself that it boosted his ego seeing his kid so worried about him. It was nice to have someone to do so.

“Dad I…” the lump in your throat made you pause for a moment “it’s not funny…” you said feeling your face heat up.

Jared’s smile quickly disappeared realizing how not just nervous, but scared his daughter was. Before he could think of something to say and ease her she began to speak again.

“If you’re in pain then please don’t continue to tour. You did the weekend now just get better!”

“Baby…”

“Please daddy!”

Jared felt a burning sensation in his chest. She only said daddy in times when she was really hurt or sad. When she resorted back to that little girl mindset and begging him to make it better. He was devastated he let her get to that point and be so scared. It wasn’t funny to him anymore. But for some reason the smile came back to his face.

Going out and performing for millions, he wasn’t just a regular man but someone who had to live up to so much. Be all these things and do so much. There were people that depended on him put there to perform and do the tour. But with his daughter he was brought into their own little world. Where it was just the two of them. When he looked into her eyes he saw that… she didn’t give a shit. She wouldn’t think twice about the tour. Here was this little girl so worried about him and wanting to protect him that shed throw everything else away. It felt amazing to have that. Jared had to smile as his heart beat steadied.

He placed his hands on both her cheeks to turn her face to him. He planted three little kisses, one on her lips, her nose, and her forehead. It was their signature.

“Baby listen to me. All I need is a quick look and some medicine and this will be fine. Your dad’s an old man ya know huh?” he laughed.

Your fathers touch was calming and his smile was contagious. You returned the favor and smiled at his old man joke.

“It just happens. It’s common. All right?”

You wanted it to be all right and shake your head but you didn’t want to lie. It didn’t feel all right.

“What if it get’s worse as the tour goes on? What if someone grabs you or you fall? And you hurt yourself permanently or…” you had to stop because thinking about the worst case scenarios would make you cry.

“Shhhh shhhhh” Jared caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. “Baby what kind of man would I be if I let some back pain stop me from doing my job? A lot of people are counting on me. I’m counting on me. You know I love what I do?”

You shook your head worried if you spoke the tears would be released.

“And you know I love that what I do takes care of us. You, me, uncle Shannon and Tomo… being out on tour with some back pain is way better than sitting at home aint it?”

You knew he was speaking the truth and in your heart he was right but, sometimes you didn’t care. Sometimes you wished he was an average guy and you didn’t have to share him with the world and have the risk of him getting hurt.

“Remember how much fun and all the memories we just made in Florida? I can’t wait to make more” he said noticing his daughter hesitate. “We just need to be here to fix my back. So I can do the tour no problem and those memories can be made”. He took his hands off her face and took her hand in his.

“Mr. Leto?” a nurse called out. You and him got up and followed her down the hallway to the MRI room.

When you saw the machine it all became real. Without even realizing it you squeezed your dads hand.

Jared felt her grip tighten and he placed a kiss on top of her head.

“It’ll be over in a few minutes. This is a good thing kid, it’ll help me okay? You have to remember that” When Jared saw the machine himself he knew it was time to get into serious mode. His voice grew stern again towards his daughter.

“I’m just worried about you dad” you said, defeat in your voice.

“Hey” his voice sent a shiver down your spine as he took your chin in his hand and made you look up at him. “I’m the one who worries about you. I protect you. Not the other way around. Okay baby?”

The look in his eye and his body language exhumed the same confidence that always assured you. “Okay” you said, able to get the strength to swallow your tears.

Even though only a few minutes had passed it felt like years despite the subtle reassurance. When you watched him go into the machine your foot began to tap again. Your dad was always acting so in control whether he actually was or not. He always seemed like he was immortal on stage and off. But seeing him in pain backstage and now laying down a victim to his own body, it knocked reality in. Every child’s worst fear, admitting their parents were human.

You tried to remind yourself of what your dad said. This being common, necessary, for all the memories to make in the future. You felt a bit ridiculous when you saw the nurses joking back and forth. Maybe it was just back pain, but it was your dad feeling it.

When the machine was bringing him back out and the test was complete Jared knew this moment was vital. No matter how much pain his back was in he had to stand up and show his baby he was all right. He worked hard her whole life to seem invincible. Maybe that was where he went wrong in a way. Maybe acting like he was immortal made it inevitable for her to be terrified when something small was happening. Either way he stood up and straight and steady off the MRI table as he could and shot her a smile. The look on her face immediately wiped any doubt from his mind. She looked at him like when she was a little girl and he was her whole world. He scoffed a himself, noticing how much value he put in his pride even over his searing back pain in the moment.

You saw your father stand and smile as if nothing phased him. It made your shoulders drop in ease and foot stop tapping. It was finally over like he said it would be. The nurses collected the papers and your dad got his gucci back on. You were so ready to go home.

As you guys followed the nurse back to the reception desk to check out, you felt almost light headed as all the worry and anxiety left your body.

“So?” you still had to ask “What did the test tell them? Are you okay?”

Jared finished checking out at the desk and wrapped his arm around his baby girl leading her out the doors and to the car.

“Don’t I always take care of everythin?” he asked half serious and half playful.

“I guess” you teased back giving him a smirk.

Jared pulled his daughter closer and laughed while kissing her head again.

“Then stop fuckin worrying huh kid? We got a tour to prepare for”.

You got into the car and leaned your head back against the seat. You still worried about him and the tour, but excitement was coming back too. “Can’t wait” you whispered to yourself. It was genuine.

The drive home was back to normal for the two of you. The radio was blaring and he sped with the windows down and wind blowing your hair.

“Hey dad?”

Jared recognized that tone. “What is it baby?”

“Just take it easy this time around” It wasn’t a question, you were telling him.

Jared knew he couldn’t take it easy. It wasn’t in his nature. He would push and push and push himself during the shows. But even him who never changed his ways for anyone, looked over at his little girl putting all her trust into him. Just wanting him to be okay. He could change for her.

“I will kid” he said sincerely.

The new album, performing, the whole tour, it was amazing and fueled him. But nothing would ever compare to the look you gave him and the pride you filled him with. Having someone worry about him. Knowing there was someone who wouldn’t leave him, wouldn’t stop loving him. He wouldn’t get that from anyone else besides you. That’s what this was all for.

[angelraeken]

Me @ whoever wrote “murderer” on that picture of Spider-Man

[vanillawinston]

Mad World| Chapter FOUR

Joker x OC(Jane Parker)

Summary: Jane was in the wrong place at the wrong time and suddenly her life was falling apart. The past and future of a dangerous obsession which changed his life and destroyed hers completely.

Warning for this chapter: death, brutal

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Joker

I saw their fear. I saw their incredible fear like it was screaming right to my face. Shaking, completely scared and with a wet face from all their shed tears they were kneeling right in front of me, wouldn't dare to look in my face, knowing exactly that all of this would be over soon, or more they hoped it would be over soon. Ohhh no, they could wish for it to be over, a wish I would for sure not grant them.

"You thought you could play a game," I said and walked a little bit closer to the two whimpering men, "a game with ME?" I screamed the last word, saw gladly how one of them sobbed pathetically. Oh, it would be so much fun taking their lives, taking it slowly, painfully and showing them what a huge mistake they've made to anger me. It would be the greatest fun I had for a long, long time. I cocked my head, eyed both of them more precisely, saw how their faces showed some wounds, how their clothes were ripped into shreds. They had no similarities to the noble men they once were, I have taken care of that.

"I-I'm s-so...s-so sorry, Mr. J..." "Na, na, na, na," I rebuked him and interrupted him by this. Even the men who were holding those two pricks seemed scared, feared me in this mood, and they should. Today wasn't a day anyone should anger me, goad me, oh no!

"No one is betraying me, haven't I tried my best to teach you this, Sam?" I asked and knelt in front of the man who hold his eyes shut, too afraid to look me in the eyes, and whose tears, mixed with snot, were falling on the ground.

"I've tried everything," he screamed pathetically and only managed it to make me angrier. Furious I slapped his face, over and over again, laughed loudly while doing so, saw how his blood was splattered everywhere. It was hard to force myself to stop, but I had to if I wanted to make sure, he wouldn't die so fast. He should suffer, he should feel my pain, he should always feel my pain, and I would make sure of it!

"It is your fault she is gone, and I will make you suffer for it!" I said and pulled him closer to me, saw into his swollen face

"S-she..." "She trusted you, right," I laughed and took his face in both of my hands, "And now she is gone, because of you. Bring him away. Let him live, I need to torture him for the rest of his life, will have so much fun with him as my new toy." With these words I stood up, saw how some of my guys took him away, dragged him away, heard him screaming and begging for mercy I would never show him. He begged me to forgive him, begged me to kill him now, but he would never get an easy death, he would suffer like she had to because of him. He would be sorry, I will make him sorry! She was dead because of a mistake he had made, and I could never forgive him.

"What about him?" The other guard asked, and I sighed annoyed of this question, took my gun and shot my other prisoner, who fell to the ground.

"Who?" I asked unimpressed, "Take care of the plan, I want everything to happen smoothly." I left the room, had enough of this mess for today. I would get Harley back. Today I needed her more than ever, today was the day which would always remind me of what they have taken away from me, and I would never let this happen again. Harley would never be Jane, she would always be unable to hold a candle to Jane, but for now she was good enough.

Jane

It was scary and I kind of felt like I was part of one of the Horror games my brother always had played while walking through the destroyed and abandoned city. Instead of my old clothes, I've gotten some new stuff, everything in black, tight to my body, and a belt full of knives, including a gun, was now my only accessories. I followed the rest of my group, hold one of my many knives in my hand, knew there was a high chance of dying soon, but this was just creepy. What the hell had happened here? Why wasn't anyone talking to us? Informing us about what the hell is going on here? Where are we even going? What was the destination?

"If you won't breath more quietly, I will rip your lungs out," Katana hissed threatening to Boomerang who really was breathing loudly like he just was part of a marathon, even though we were walking so slowly, even a snail could overtake us in this pace.

"Sorry," he mumbled, and I smiled shortly when I saw how humble he seemed to be, but fast remembered again where I was and how serious this mission was which I realized when Rick exhaled hardly in front of us, and the reason why was found fast.

"Are those humans?" Harley asked with disgust, and I also looked with horror to the dead bodies in front of us which for sure were humans... some time ago.

"Seems like it," Floyd mumbled, and I swallowed hardly. In this moment the reason for all the dead people mad themselves noticeable, and I really had no idea what the hell this was, but when I saw the monsters, I thought this all must be nothing but a sick dream.

"Holy shit," Boomerang breathed when these weird creatures started attacking us, and I was completely devastated to see things, creatures like this. But what the hell was that? What the hell was happening here? Automatically I stumbled back, saw how the other guys of Rick started to fight against those things while our little group was just standing still, didn't do anything at all. I wanted to help, I really wanted to fight, to feel the same things I've felt in the past when I had to defend myself, it always had been so exciting, but I haven't had to do anything like this for over two years, I would probably die within a minute. What the problems of the others were, was uncertain for me, but they presumably just didn't want to help Rick. This is when Floyd remembered again that Rick was the keeper of all our lives and if he dies, we all would die with him!

I saw how Boomerang, Floyd, Harley and Crow helped the others, started to fight, keep Rick safe, only Diablo stayed next to me.

"Won't you help them?" I asked reproachfully, but I've heard about his powers, they were part of him, he wouldn't have to be scared to forget how they work, he would be able to help.

"No," he simply said, and I saw with a scared look to the fight, how there were more and more of those monsters, and I knew that I had to help, I had to help Floyd! If I die, it would be for something good and in freedom, it was better than dying in the prison. I ran to one of those monsters, threw my knife and saw happily how it landed right in the middle if his head.

"Jane, watch out!" Floyd screamed, and I had to duck away from one of those things, run my next knife in his throat before pulling it out again. I ran to the next monster, was completely out of breath from this little motion, but it was so weird to actually run again, to fight.

"You are better than I thought, little one," Boomerang laughed while I killed the next monster right next to him, smiled happily because of it. I never thought I would still be able to do this, to kill so easily, but seemed like it was part of me, just like he had told me all the time.

"You are not bad either," I said, smiling and I knew it was crazy, but it really was funny to run around, kill those monsters, to fight for your own life, it was exciting, it made me feel so alive. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw how Floyd shot every monster he saw, how Rick fought with all his power and how Harley was hitting some of those things with her bat. Most of Ricks other guys died, only Katana seemed to really be able to protect herself, to kill everything standing in her way. Never would I've thought that one day I would fight next to all those people, not because of some rivalry or because out of fun, but because we had to, because we had to protect ourselves. How could I imagine it? It was absurd, like some dream, and maybe all of this was just that, a weird dream? Maybe being locked up finally made me lose my mind.

"Watch out!" someone screamed right behind me while I was completely lost in my own mind, and before I could react, someone grabbed me by my hips and pulled me away just in time. I screamed when in the same moment a monster landed right where I was standing a second ago, and without thinking twice, I threw my knife at it, killed the last of these monsters.

"Thank you," I said out of breath, looked to Diablo who once again had saved my life and who was now nodding. He hadn't done anything, he hadn't fought with us, and I really couldn't get why, after all, he was the strongest of all of us with his power.

"Why were you just standing here?" I asked reproachful while putting my hair back to a ponytail. This fight had destroyed my last one completely, I must look like a mess, but I couldn't care less about something like this right now.

"Maybe all the stories are nothing but fairy tales?" Harley asked and walked to us, smiling.

"Even if so, he could have done anything to help," I said, but there had to be some sort of weapon he could use, he could handle. He was a prisoner, for some reason he had been locked up, so he was for sure capable to fight! I wouldn't understand him. He didn't seem to care that much, just shrugged and walked away, to the rest of the group, simply didn't care about anything, and still he had saved my life, twice now. What was his problem? Why was he like that?

Aloha :) I hope you liked it. Sorry for any grammar or editing mistakes, tell me if you like to be tagged and the Gif is not mine xx

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[cherrycocaineee]

38. Joker - A Love Story For The Books

* Warning: powers/abilities, murder, torture, kind of follows the storyline of Harley Quinn. *

* Synopsis: Even with your telekinetic powers, you’ve always wanted to remain normal to the world and what better way to be normal than to become a psychiatrist like your older sister, Harleen Quinzel. What you didn’t expect was to ever sit in on one of her sessions with the Joker, and neither did Harleen who had done everything in her power to keep you and him away from each other for your own safety. With your new found infatuation with the criminal clown and his amusing interest in you, what could possibly go wrong? Or right, in your opinion. *

Harleen’s dull gray heels drummed against the cold concrete that the two of you were currently walking on. The sound of her heels were accompanied by her flipping through pages on her clipboard. It had been almost thirty minutes since your older sister had spoken a single word to you but you could hear the slow huffs of her breathing as she grumbled in frustration. Harleen wasn’t angry with you, no, in fact she was more worried about you than anything; instead, she was pissed off at her boss who assigned you to her side today knowing that she was working with the Joker. Even though Harleen was seething with frustration, worry, and anger, you were ecstatic. You were tired of the same old same old everyday and you swore if you had to listen to another person talk about something that lacked any real interest again, you might actually blow your own head up. Of course you understood that not every crazy case was going to be off the walls in terms of interest but because of Harleen’s persistent worry for you in this field of work, she’d made it her life’s mission to keep you with all the snooze fest patients.

You were so lost in your rambling thoughts you hadn’t noticed Harleen had stopped until you smacked right into her. A yelp left your dusty rose lips as you quickly drew your hand up to your nose that was now throbbing in pain.

“A warning next time would be great,” you grumbled.

“Sorry,” she replied shortly, “Now listen up, okay. Whatever he says in there, you can’t listen to him. He’s going to make up some sad story about his childhood, it’s fake so don’t fall for it.”

Your eyebrow arched up quizzically, “Then why do you let him tell you something if you know it’s false?”

“Because you learn more from the patients who lie.”

Harleen didn’t say another word before placing her keycard against the lock. There was a quiet chime before the red light switched to a green light, then the sound of metal scraping against metal abused your ears as the lock came undone. The noise was so loud, you almost flinched. When the noise subsided, Harleen pulled the door open and walked inside, leaving the door open so that you could go inside too.

On the inside of this cell it was like any other cell here; there was a single bed sitting in the corner of the room with a thin mattress that didn’t even have a sheet on it; a small, paper thin blanket for them to cover up with laid folded at the end of it as if it had never been used before; in the opposite corner was a desk attached to the wall with a singular, shitty chair for sitting at. Other than those things, the room was pretty bare but most of them were. Occasionally there would be a few patients who had wall art hanging up from their family members or from themselves but it was rare.

As Harleen made her way to the rickety chair in the corner to sit down at, you finished closing the door, waiting for the lock to click. Through the window there were two guards standing at their post which was protocol when a psychiatrist entered a room with any of the patients; they were all criminally insane and at any point in time they could do something to cause harm.

There wasn’t another chair for you to sit in, so you ended up standing beside Harleen. Your eyes had been so busy everywhere else you’d failed to see the Joker sitting at the edge of his bed completely swaddled in a straight jacket. His icy blue eyes pierced right through you causing you to swallow hard on the build up of saliva collecting in your mouth. Harleen’s pen clicking was what helped you to switch your gaze away from him but you could still feel him looking at you.

“Dr. Quinzel,” the Joker purred, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. And I see you’ve brought a lovely guest. What’s your name, doll?”

You didn’t get a chance to answer because your sister did for you.

“You’ll address her by Dr. Quinzel too, Joker,” Harleen stated promptly, not even looking up from her clipboard.

“Two Dr. Quinzels!” He hollered delightfully, “Aren’t I the lucky one?”

When Harleen didn’t reply to his outburst, you gave him a small smile.

“I’m her younger sister,” you added, “Y/N.”

“Y/N Quinzel,” he mulled over, a grin plastered on his painted lips, “I like the sound of that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, at least that’s what you thought it was.

“That’s enough,” Harleen said, “it’s time to get started.”

You couldn’t blame Harleen for trying to stick to her questions, she had always wanted to be a psychiatrist and she took her work incredibly serious. You pulled out the copy of questions your sister gave you and readied yourself to follow along with the conversation. You didn’t need to write anything down, that was Harleen’s job, all you needed to do was listen in and learn. It was a practice run so that eventually you could start talking to patients by yourself.

“Now, Joker,” Harleen started, “why don’t we start where we left off.”

“Right,” he chuckled, “where did we leave off, Dr. Quinzel?”

Turns out they left off talking about the Joker’s father. Like Harleen had told you, the story was sad and in your opinion, it was overly sad. And he kept changing things, making it almost impossible for you to keep up with the conversation. What you did notice was the way his eyes watched you. You weren’t sure if you should say anything, your sister’s head buried in her papers where she couldn’t see anything. Maybe that was her way of keeping things professional, she didn’t stare at her patients too long or at all. The Joker didn’t seem to mind her not paying attention to him, his gaze was fixed on you and he had no intention of looking anywhere else for the entire session. It was weird to you because even though his eyes should have been making you squirm where you were standing, it wasn’t; in fact, they felt nice. There was no other way to describe it because it was nothing you’d experienced before. It was almost predatory like but there was a hint of possessiveness. Now there was no way you were paying attention to the actual reason you were here and judging by the smirk on his ruby stained lips, he knew it too.

Before you knew it, the session was over and Harleen was thanking the Joker for his time; something she did with all her patients. She was also the first to leave the room, leaving you behind which worked out perfectly for you. You stole another glance back at the Joker, his eyes still resting on you. You swallowed hard, turning on your heel to leave, the door closing behind you. It was odd, once the door closed and locked you found yourself missing his presence. Sighing heavily, you shook your head and ran after Harleen, grateful that you had worn converse instead of heels like she did.

For the next couple of weeks you joined Harleen in her sessions with the Joker; after about the fifth session, you’d been upgraded to a chair which worked for your aching feet. Harleen was gathering her belongings when the Joker decided to press his luck in having an actual conversation with you.

“How are you liking your chair?” He questioned, “I’ve noticed you swaying on the balls of your heels for the last couple of sessions. Couldn’t see you in any pain any longer so I asked one of the guards to bring you your own chair.”

You hadn’t noticed before but you had even started massaging your ankles trying to remove some of the swollenness, even now you were doing it even though you’d been sitting. Though sitting in this chair for a mere hour didn’t compare to the rest of the day when you were on your feet.

“Oh,” you said, meeting his eyes and pulling your hand away from your ankle, “thank you, that was very kind. It actually feels nice to get off of my feet for even just an hour.”

“That’s so good to hear.”

“Y/N.”

Harleen’s voice sliced through your conversation like a freshly sharpened knife causing you to flinch.

“It’s time to go.”

She was holding her notes against her chest, staring at you knowingly.

“Right!” You said, hopping out of your seat, “right. Let’s get moving then.”

Before you and Harleen had left the room, the head doctor, Dr. Louis, poked his head in. There were two guards accompanying him for his own protection; a lot of these psychotic criminals would enjoy getting their hands on him so he needed to be watched over constantly.

“Ah, I thought I’d find the two of you here. I just wanted to let you guys know that from now on Y/N will be taking the Joker as her patient. Harleen, you’ll be seeing after our newest patient.”

“What?” Harleen and I said at the same time.

It wasn’t in the same tone: Harleen’s was more disbelieving while yours was more exciting. You had started working here a year ago but had never been allowed to take on patients by yourself. You always accompanied another doctor with their patient which is why you were so damn bored with it. Unless you were a high level doctor like Harleen or Dr. Louis, you didn’t get to see the incredibly dangerous criminal patients that they harbored here at Arkham. It astonished you that Dr. Louis was trusting you with the most dangerous patient here. Of course it might have something to do with your telekinesis, you could easily apprehend the Joker with your mind if you wanted to.

“We have a new patient coming in, she’ll need a lot of your attention, Harleen. I’m sure with Y/N’s skills, she’ll be able to handle this clown with ease.”

You stole a glance at the Joker who was now laying back on his bed with an amused look on his face, unbothered by Dr. Louis’ choice of words.

“You hear me, Joker,” Dr. Louis added, “your new doctor will now be Y/N Quinzel, so get use to seeing her face.”

He grinned wickedly, “I look forward to a fresh, new, beautiful face.”

Dr. Louis left the cell with Harleen running after him in protest, leaving you alone with the Joker for the first time. You turned to the table where Harleen had thrown her things down at the sudden news. All of the papers were scattered now, some even littering the floor, making you huff.

“My,” the Joker chuckled, “she’s trying so hard to keep you away from me.”

“Don’t pay her any mind,” you said, kneeling down to pick up her discarded papers, “she’s just protective of her little sister, is all.”

He didn’t say anything and the silence between the two of you was peaceful. You finished gathering all of Harleen’s papers before standing up and turning to him.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” you state.

“Guess so,” he sang, still grinning from ear to ear.

For the first time since you’ve been sitting in on these sessions, you smiled back. The way you went about things was completely different from your sisters: whereas she was cold and distant, you felt that it made things easier to be friendly towards the patients, it helped them trust you just a bit more. Without another word, you gave a slight wave and left the room, listening as the doors locked behind you.

The next day you were over the moon since it was your first day being alone with the patient. The night before you stayed up planning every question you could possibly think to ask. You had to ignore Harleen’s countless calls because you knew she was only calling to warn you once again about the Joker’s routine antics. It felt like she didn’t think you could do this but it was ridiculous because you knew you were more prepared than anyone could be.

Pulling an all nighter was probably the worst thing you could have done, on top of the two large coffees that you had plus a third. All of that caffeine was making your heart beat fast but you ignored it, not wanting to be sent home or to the ER on your first day. Like usual, you entered the Joker’s cell, this time alone, and saw the shadow of two guards outside the door. The Joker was sitting in his bed in an upright position as if he had been waiting for you for hours, though you knew that wasn’t true.

“Good morning, Dr. Quinzel,” he greeted.

“Good morning, Joker,” you returned, “and please, just call me Y/N. I’m not really into formalities.”

“Then it’s only fair that you call me Mister J,” he smiled, “it’s what all my friends call me.”

You smiled. “Then let’s get started, Mister J.”

Your first therapy session with the Joker went as well as you expected, of course you didn’t think anything he said was the truth but it amazed you that he could come up with so many different ways to lie about his family life. You didn’t mind the lies, it kind of felt like a new story being read to you everyday which is what you wanted in the beginning.

As you were writing down what the Joker said, you noticed the Joker squirming around his spot.

“Everything okay?” You asked, folding your writing hand over your clipboard.

“Sitting like this for so long makes you kind of stiff,” he grumbled.

His discomfort seemed genuine and you hated it when people were uncomfortable.

“Is your…your jacket too tight?” You asked.

“A bit. But nothing I can’t handle, doll. Now where were we?”

You took a deep breath, thinking of probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever thought of. Only the guards had the keys to the most dangerous criminals white jackets but with your telekinesis you could easily undo it and give him a bit of freedom.

“I could help you.”

He brought his icy blue eyes up to meet your gaze.

“And how could you do that?” He questioned curiously.

“I could remove your jacket. Just until our session is over, then it’ll have to go back on.”

He didn’t seem to understand, everyone knew doctors didn’t carry keys to undo the jackets as well as they didn’t care if the patient was uncomfortable. The question for him was how were you planning to remove the jacket without a key and why would you do something like that?

“How?”

The Joker watched your eyes flutter shut before he realized that his white jacket was starting to undo itself. There was the soft clinking of the locks before they clattered to the floor, the fabric started to untangle itself too, giving the Joker some room to even just wiggle around. That left another question in his head: were you doing this with your mind?

Soon the entire jacket had been removed from his body leaving him shirtless; the jacket was now neatly folded and sitting beside him on his bed. For the first time in months, the Joker was able to move his arms. Standing to his feet, the Joker stretched his arms and popped his back. By then, you had opened your eyes again and were watching his every single move. Not because you didn’t trust him but because it fascinated you to see even someone like the Joker finding satisfaction in being able to stretch his arms out. You honestly didn’t think anything bothered him but clearly you were wrong.

“Feeling better?” You quizzed, pulling yourself up from your chair.

It had been awhile since you had used your telekinesis so it made you dizzy to stand up so fast. You swayed a bit on your feet before tumbling forward, only to be caught by the Joker with his newly free hands. It was the least he could do since you took his chains off.

“I feel fantastic, doll,” he hummed, grinning from ear to ear, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling fine,” you muttered, steadying yourself on your feet, “I haven’t done that in awhile.”

“And what exactly was that that you did?”

“I used my telekinesis to remove your jacket. And later, I’ll use it again to put the jacket back on you.”

Finally you were able to stand on your own so you released the Joker’s broad arms, smiling a thank you to him.

“We have twenty-five minutes left until our session is over, so you have that long to get in as much exercise as you need. We can talk while you do so, it won’t bother me.”

So that’s what the Joker did. As the two of you spoke about his falsified childhood while he did whatever exercise he needed to do. When those twenty-five minutes were up, you quickly put on his jacket before the guards came to escort you out like they did at the end of every session.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mister J.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

And that’s how it went for the next couple of months. You would sit with the Joker and discuss a new family situation, never really getting anywhere new, while he was able to freely roam around in his cell while working out his arms from all the knots that were in them. What you weren’t expecting was to fall in love with him. He was kind, sweet, and always asked how your day was going like he actually cared. You didn’t know if he truly did or not but the interest in his voice was much needed, especially lately.

“Oh, kitten,” the Joker purred, getting closer to you, “you seem in a foul mood today. Is everything okay?”

You tore your eyes away from your papers, there weren’t many questions today and it seemed like the questions list was dwindling more and more everyday.

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, “I’m fine. There’s just a lot going on at home.”

Despite how hard you had been working, you never seemed to meet your parents’ expectations and their expectations were high considering they wanted you to be exactly like Harleen. And more frequently you’d been going over there with Harleen to have family dinners and somehow you never seemed to get the same praise you felt you deserved. Instead, your parents were always finding ways to critique your work, never seeming to understand that you had earned your patient’s trust rather than ignoring their basic needs as human beings. They had said on countless occasions that they wished you were more like your older sister, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say it hurt your self esteem a bit.

“No need to worry yourself about my home troubles, Mister J. Tell me-”

“Ah, ah,” he said, his fingers gripping your chin so you couldn’t look away, “I’m more interested in what you have to say. You can tell me.”

For some reason it really felt like you could tell him. So all of a sudden you found yourself crying out your complaints to the Joker as he consoled you; it was like he was the therapist and you were the criminal in need of some real mental help. And the way he soothed you made you fall in love with him more and more. He patted your back while you wiped away a few tears; you were grateful that you skipped wearing any makeup today even if you looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks. The Joker had his hooks in you and he knew it. By the next session, you’d be ready to give him anything he asked for and he knew just what he needed to make his escape.

The next session, you felt better than before and you had a little more pep in your step too. You were clenching your notepad in your arms as you sped off towards the Joker’s cell. You couldn’t help the feeling in your chest that made you excited to see him and honestly you hoped that he felt the same way. Today you brought him a present, something to brighten up his little area and hopefully make him smile some more. Once again you heard the slow, loud clicking of the metal locks before you pushed the door open. As routine, the door closed behind you and the guards stood outside ready for whatever. However, the inside of the room was just a bit different. There was a table now in the center of the room with two chairs sitting on either side of it. It was a new accessory that was a bit different then what you were use to. The Joker was already sitting patiently at one end of the table, a grin plastered over his painted lips.

“Dr. Quinzel,” he said, “my favorite part of the day.”

“We’ve been over this, Mister J,” you laughed, “just call me Y/N.”

That made his smile wider.

You took your seat across from him, your notepad finding its permanent spot in front of you on the table.

“I got you something,” you said happily.

“What have you got?” He purred.

“Got you a kitty.” You pulled out the stuffed cat and started playing with its little paws.

“So thoughtful.”

As usual, you used your telekinesis to undo his jacket giving him free range to move around. However, he didn’t get up and move around like usual, instead, he sat in front of you just eyeing your every move. You felt nervous under his gaze, a light blush sketching into your cheeks as you tried to look away. You finally built up the confidence to make eye contact with the Joker.

This therapy session wasn’t going anywhere near how they normally went. He was much more flirtatious than usual and you found yourself watching him with eyes filled with admiration, care, and love. You were so lost in his eyes and words that you didn’t realize how close the two of you had gotten, your face merely inches away from his own. You don’t know how it happened but you had fallen in love with him, and despite your brain telling you how stupid it was to be in love with him, your heart yearned for him. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him and he knew it.

“Should we get started?” You asked, trying to put some space between the two of you.

“Actually Doctor,” the Joker hummed, “there’s something you can do for me.”

“Anything,” you said a bit too excitedly before correcting your tone, “I mean, yeah, of course.”

He shifted. “I need a machine gun.”

The request caught you off guard and your head was screaming at you to stop listening to him like your sister had told you to.

“A machine gun?”

A big, toothy grin stretched from ear to ear.

You knew you shouldn’t do it. That you should warn the guards about his plans. But the way he stared at you, you felt intoxicated and ignored every rational sense you had.

You just weren’t expecting what came next.

You had used your telekinesis to sneak the Joker a machine gun late in the evening, as well as distorting the cameras so you didn’t get caught. You figured he just needed the machine gun to escape, go back to his busy life causing chaos in Gotham. But he had other plans before he went back to his normal shenanigans.

Before you knew it, gunshots were flying through the halls of Arkham as people dressed in animal costumes. Guards were falling down as more and more bullets pierced their skin; you ran, trying to find some coverage while you repeatedly asked yourself what you had done. This wasn’t what you wanted, not even in the slightest. You tried to sneak away, but in the end you were snatched up by some guy in a suit and another guy in a costume. You screamed, thrashing yourself around trying to loosen their grip but they were too strong for you physically. You don’t know why it didn’t come to you, your mind running so fast that you completely overlooked your telekinesis.

The two men strapped you down to what you think was a gurney.

“Get off me!” You snapped through gritted teeth, trying with all your might to push them off.

But in the end, they got the best of you and were able to strap you down. It was only then did you remember your telekinesis, however, the Joker made an appearance distracting you entirely.

“What do we have here?” He grinned, waving his hands around.

He positioned the light above the gurney in front of your face causing you to squint momentarily.

“I did everything you said,” you rasped, “I helped you.”

The Joker just watched you for a second before laughing quietly, anger prominent in his voice as he spoke.

“You helped me by erasing my mind? What few…faded memories…I had left!”

With each word, he slammed his fist against the cushioned gurney. You’d have flinched if you hadn’t loved him so much. You watched him run a hand through his messy green hair.

“Oh. You left me in a black hole of rage and confusion. Is that the medicine you practice, Dr. Quinzel?” He snapped his purple glove.

You shook your head.

“What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mister J?” You asked.

He reached beside you, taking hold of the equipment that some doctors used to erase patients memories of traumatic events in their life. You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Oh, I’m not gonna kill ya,” he grinned, rotating the shock sticks beside your head, “I’m just gonna hurt ya. Really…really…bad.”

All of a sudden, the small amount of fear you felt in your body was gone. You no longer felt anything but a want to prove that you could handle what he dished out.

“You think so?” You asked, your body no longer shaking, “Well, I can take it.”

The Joker snapped his belt off and folded it in half making a snapping sound as he tightened it. Then he placed the leather material into your mouth making a barrier between your teeth.

“I wouldn’t want you to break those perfect, porcelain cap teeth when the juice hits your brain.”

Then all of a sudden you felt the electroshock surge through your head and you tensed up, your back arching off the gurney. Your telekinesis had a mind of its own while you were incapacitated; the leather straps holding you snapped themselves in half, a table was thrown against the wall, and the lights shattered. It all excited the Joker more and more, making him understandably curious about you but knowing that this was the end of the line for both of you. He’d always have you sketched into his brain and he knew he had left a permanent mark in yours. He just failed to realize that you wouldn’t give up on him just because he caused you a lot of pain.

You practically made it your mission to seek him out; you quit your job much to your families surprise, and you spent every waking day mumbling to yourself as you searched for the Joker. He wasn’t a hard man to track down and when you did manage to find him, he always seemed to need something that involved your telekinesis. You didn’t mind but you had hoped that all of your help would make him consider taking you in and making you his. But it never seemed to work out that way and you were finally getting frustrated, even desperate for him to acknowledge your love for him.

One night you were waiting on the side of the road outside his club, hoping he’d come out and see you. However, you were left disappointed again when you saw him in his purple Lamborghini, driving to God knows where not even sparing you a second glance. You had half a mind to flip it over, show him you aren’t someone to ignore but you didn’t want to hurt him, instead you stole someone’s motorcycle, using your powers to shatter the chain that was used to keep it from being stolen. The owner didn’t know he’d have to protect his bike from thieves with telekinetic powers. And who could blame him as these abilities weren’t common, even in Gotham.

You followed the Joker on the bike, speeding up so that you could catch up to him. Finally you were able to pull up beside him, looking his way in hopes he’d notice you. He did, of course, but his reaction wasn’t one that thrilled you. He pulled his hand up beside him as if trying to block you from his line of sight. Hurt and anger surged through your veins as you let out an irritated yell. You sped up, taking the lead in front of him. Little parts inside you could feel his annoyance creeping across your skin but you didn’t care. Once you were a good distance away, making sure by looking back, you turned the motorcycle on its side and let it scrap against the midnight black paint. Sparks flew and you were positive that the paint on the side was done for. When the bike came to a stop, you hoped off of the part you had been standing on and planted yourself firmly in front of it, any fear in your bones having been erased that day in Arkham.

To anyone looking at it, it looked like the Joker had no intention of stopping but instead had every intention of running you down in the road. However, with an annoyed grunt and a roll of his eyes, he came to a quick, jerky stop.

“You…”

“You’re not leaving me. You’re not leaving me!” You yelled, slamming your palms into the metal of his vehicle.

“You…you really are a pain in the ass.”

Just as the Joker exited his vehicle, an eighteen wheeler pulled up behind him.

“I have done everything you said. Every test, every trial, every initiation. I have proved I love you. Just accept it.” You pleaded, tears pricking the corner of your shining eyes.

He lifted his hands, “Got it, got it, got it, got it. I am not someone who is loved.”

He clapped his hands in front of your face.

“I’m an idea. A state of mind.”

The eighteen wheeler started honking while the Joker spoke. But it didn’t deter him.

“I execute my will according to my plan and you, doctor, are not part of my plan.”

He had done a complete circle around you and was now standing back in front of you, so you pulled your hands up to touch his face. His skin felt nice against your own, almost like they were made for each other and you wondered why he didn’t see that.

Once again, the eighteen wheeler honked this time more frequently.

“Let me in,” you pleaded, “just let me in. I promise I won’t hurt you!”

He had pulled himself away from you, laughing at your words just as the trucker exited the drivers seat of the eighteen wheeler.

“A promise, promise…ha…ha…ha…”

“Hey dickface!” The trucker yelled, “Mind screaming at your bitch somewhere else.”

The Joker continued to laugh, completely ignoring the trucker. Your mind moved on its own and soon the Joker’s personalized gun was removed from his leather jacket. It floated through the air before your mind pulled the trigger, shooting the asshole who was interrupting your conversation. His body fell to the ground with a thud.

“I was gonna say,” the Joker said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He had stolen a quick glance at the dead trucker before returning his gaze to you, this time the floating gun pointed directly at him. The cool metal barely grazed his deathly pale flesh. He rested his forehead against the barrel of the gun and raised his hands up playfully, grinning.

“Don’t hurt me,” he joked, “I’ll be your friend.”

You held your gaze, never tearing your eyes away from the gun letting it continue to float as your mind willed it to do. The Joker hummed, his voice deepening as his smile and joking behavior disappeared.

“Do it. Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.”

“My heart scares you,” you gritted, “but a gun doesn’t?”

“Do it!”

But you couldn’t and he knew you couldn’t. So within a mere second, he snatched his gun out of the air and your mind stopped buzzing. A headache growing from the overuse of your ability. You were mentally exhausted and the Joker could only laugh, pushing his own gun against the side of his head.

“God, if you weren’t so crazy, I’d think you were insane.”

He was glaring at you now, his expression dark and uncalculating. A few tears slipped off of your face and dropped onto the ground as you stared at the man you told yourself you loved. Even now.

“Go. Away.” He said.

He left you standing there, getting back in his Lamborghini and driving off. You choked back a few sobs, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears before walking in the opposite direction he had driven off in. What you didn’t see was the Joker watching you through his rear view mirror. Even though he kept trying to deny it, you were interesting and the more interesting he thought you were, the more captivated he felt by your presence. He knew you loved him but he wasn’t sure how he felt about you. He took his eyes off of you for a split second and when he tried to look at you again, you were gone. It was almost like you had never been there, at least that’s what he would have thought had the dead trucker not been laying in the road still.

Grumbling to himself and slamming his hands against the steering wheel, the Joker pulled a sharp u-turn, the tires screeching against the cement road. Hitting the gas pedal as hard as he could, the Joker sped off to find you, wondering why he couldn’t keep you out of his own thoughts.

He found you not too far away from where the two of you had conversed. You had your arms wrapped around your body as you walked, sulking harder with each step. Quickly, almost harshly, the Joker yanked his car in front of you causing you to stop walking. Your eyes widened as he climbed out of the driver's seat and made his way to the passenger’s seat. Quirking an eyebrow upwards, you watched as he opened the door and looked at you.

“Well,” he muttered when you didn’t move, “get in.”

It was a small gesture, even after your conversation with him just a second ago, but you still smiled hard and hopped into the passenger’s side. He closed the door behind you, got back in his own seat, and sped off, not telling you where the two of you were headed.

You weren’t expecting to be taken to a chemical plant. The words “Ace Chemicals'” faded into the building walls telling you this place had been out of use for some time. It smelled too and you had to hold your breath until you could stomach whatever that stench was.

The Joker watched you intently as your eyes wandered taking in everything it passed. He was fascinated by how curious your little head could be but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

Finally the two of you reached a room that was layered with nine vats of chemicals at the bottom. The Joker and you were standing on top of the black, metal that held you above the acid. The metal was slick with water from whatever but really it was as safe as could be. You followed the Joker to the edge before peering down at the vats of chemicals that covered the floor. They were bubbly and made weird hissing noises making you wonder if they were incredibly hot.

“Question,” the Joker started causing you to look away from the chemicals and up at him, “would you die for me?”

“Yes.”

You didn’t even hesitate with your answer.

“That’s too easy,” he muttered, “would you…would you live for me?”

The question meant something so different than his first. Life was cruel and there were so many things to hate about life, dying was easy because there was no suffering. So in a sense, he was asking you if you’d suffer for him. Which you would.

“Hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Careful,” he whispered, “do not say this oath thoughtlessly.”

He brought his tattooed hand up to your face, his fingers grazing your cheeks causing you to shiver. His touch had you so intoxicated that it felt like you were drunk from a whole day's worth of drinking.

“Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes…power.”

His fingers traced over your face, slowly sliding down the sides of your cheeks barely gripping your chin until he rested his finger against your lips. His eyes flickered hungrily at your mouth and you desperately wanted to close the gap between the two of you.

“You want this?”

Again, you didn’t hesitate. “I do.”

He tilted his head back, keeping his hand on you.

“Say it,” he rasped, “say it. Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty…”

His voice got softer until it faded and you felt your heart throb with both love and lust.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“God,” he chirped, “you’re so…good.”

He gestured to the edge of where you two were standing. You walked over to it and peered down at the vats of chemicals again. Your logic was screaming at you to change your mind but you couldn’t afford to listen to it. You were almost there, he was almost yours entirely. All you had to do was fall into the chemical and he’d have you. You turned to face the Joker, his eyes watching you intently. You extended your arms before falling backwards letting gravity carry you. The cool air felt nice against your skin as you plummeted; your eyes fluttered close as you thought about all of the things that you were about to experience. While most people would be terrified if they were in this current situation, you found peace with it.

The Joker peered over the edge and watched your body splash into the dangerous liquid. He had finally done it. He’d gotten rid of you. He turned on his heel and headed towards the exit. However he wasn’t able to make it past a few steps as he remembered all of the kind things you had done for him throughout his time of knowing you. Using your telekinesis, you had given him a small amount of freedom from the straight jacket he’d been chained up in for months. You didn’t snap at him or say anything to him out of anger like most the doctors did, you seemed to actually care for him. Even after he tricked you into giving him the machine gun and using the electroshock therapy on you, you still wanted him. And for some reason that filled the Joker with a sense of guilt that he didn’t even think he could feel. With a low growl, the Joker removed his leather jacket hurriedly and went back to the ledge where he jumped in after you.

He reached forward and took hold of your sinking body, pulling you tightly against his body. You fit perfectly against his muscular frame. The two of you floated back to the top, the Joker’s lips on yours filling your lungs with life. You let out a soft gasp as he pulled away, your eyes staring into his as you searched for a trick but you couldn’t find one. He leaned down again, your fingers finding their way to the back of his head, and the two of you kissed.

After only seconds, the Joker pulled away, keeping you wrapped in his arms, and started laughing. The color from your clothes mixing with his. You smiled, pulling yourself closer to him. He was yours, and you were his. Forever.

[yona049]

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ♤

Joker x fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Part 3

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Disclaimer!

>ptsd

>nightmares

>very chill part of the story.

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The night was quiet, with the excuse of some crickets and some very far off city parties. Y/n was asleep in bed with her head buried in Jason's bare chest.

The curtains blew gently in the wind letting the cool night air circulate though the room.

For once she looked normal. No clown makeup or wildly tied hair. Just a big T-shirt from Jay keeping her comfortable.

Y/n had a few days to calmly sleep where no villain would touch her to get to the Joker or late night bank robberies she had to wake up for.

But somehow this peace of mind didn't last long. Her body suddenly tenses up and her body lashes into a cold sweat.

Jason is first wake up when Y/n's nails scratch into his stomach.

"Ugh! Shit." he swears under his breath.

He delicately blinks before wiggling his body down to her level. Using his hand to cup her cheek.

"Hey, baby it's ok. Shh. Wake up."

His voice so smooth that even flower petals would be jealous. Knowing exactly what Y/n is feeling and having experience with traumatic Villain's, he tried to handle Y/n's nightmare with care.

Y/n's tense body suddenly jumps awake and her eyes were wet with tears. She looks up at Jason with glossy eyes, and in return he only smiles.

"Hey there beautiful, you're safe."

Y/n looks down at her hands before clenching her firsts seeing the scratch marks on Jay's stomach.

"Jason, I'm-" she couldn't manage another word before her face pulls into a sudden sobbing cry.

Jason pulls her back into his chest keeping her tightly in his grasp. Protected from all else lurking beyond the walls of the manner.

His fingertips comb though her hair and his arm tightens around her torso. A comforting pressure he knew she loved to feel.

"It's ok baby, I'm fine. Promise!"

He places butterfly kisses onto her head, reminding her that he's there to help her in any way possible.

Y/n sobbed for a few minutes after, with Jason not once telling her to stop and letting her feel for the first time in months.

Once she finally manage to catch her breath she rubs her nose with the back of her hand.

Jason smiles warmly again and places a small kiss on her tear stricken cheek.

"Let's go get some fresh air, Yeah? I'll show you my new favorite hiding spot."

He offers, combing Y/n's hair from her face. She nods in return and slowly gets up with Jason holding her hand.

They ran down the hallway barefoot like little children again making Y/n smile as they did, until Jason finally stopped at the window.

He pushes it open and moves his head outside for a peak.

"Jason.." Y/n says with a suspicious tone.

In return she only receives a mischievous smirk from Jason who was leaning against the windowsill.

With no effort at all, he falls back and out of the two story window. Y/n's eyes widen suddenly and she runs to try and grab him.

"JASON!" She yells worried pushing her upper body out of the window looking down.

Only for a sneaky kiss to hit her lips as Jason zips up with a grappling hook.

"Shh, you're gonna wake everyone up!" he teases watching Y/n pout.

He reaches around her waist and delicately pulls her out of the window for them both to be left hanging outside.

Y/n hurriedly grabs onto Jason's neck pulling herself against him while he held her around her waist.

With a zip their pulled up the side of the building until finally they reach the rooftop.

Slightly slanted with tiles threatening to slip out, and a buzzing city up ahead. Police sirens were faint but definitely audible, making Y/n wonder who's on patrol tonight.

She and Jason cuddled on the roof with her sat between his legs while he leaned back on his arms.

"So, are you gonna tell me what that nightmare was about?" he asked making Y/n flinch.

He pushed himself up resting his chin on her shoulder.

Y/n smiled and gave the side of his head a kiss. He moved his one arm around her waist trying to comfort her.

"It's a dream I haven't had since the first night in Jokers base."

"Hmm?"

Jason questioned, listening patiently.

"It's about you, what Joker did to you.."

Y/n tensed up.

"Joker talks about it alot. It's hard to bare sometimes. But in the dream, I was there. Watching you bleed out, tied to a chair with a smile painted onto your mouth with you own blood!"

Her breathing becomes shaky again and she starts picking it her fingernails.

"I'm hitting you, over and over! And I can't stop laughing!"

She clenches her jaw.

"Joker told me once, that you'd been beaten so badly that you started laughing-"

Jason quickly pushes his hand over her mouth feeling his body shiver a little from the memories.

"Y/n, please.. Don't."

Y/n finally turns back to look at Jason. His head down and his breathing rapid.

Y/n cups his face delicately pushing it to look up at her.

"Jason, I'm sorry." she tries to comfort him by rubbing his cheek with her thumb. She pushed his hair from his forehead and placed a kiss on it.

"No, it's ok. I asked." he trembled and took her hands in his.

"He's destroyed us both. Yet you've had to stay with him. Love him?" he growls with his fear turning to anger.

"This has to stop Y/n!"

His firsts clench with an angry growl.

Y/n Quickly shakes her head looking down.

"I can't Jason, I promised Bruce I'd get enough info to cut Joker off from inside. Hurt him till he can't recover!"

"HE'S ALREDY DONE THAT!" Jason yells.

"To you! To me! And to most of Gotham!"

Angry adrenaline rushed to his body causing him to stand up and walk a little further from Y/n.

Y/n knew this would happen. Jason got so angry at times that he needed to step back. His muscles tense and he becomes a little aggressive. That's why he made an effort to distance himself from her, to not hurt her.

"He's ruining my life without knowing it! He's keeping you to himself! Kissing you! Touching you! Torturing you. I can't even look at him without seeing his disgusting mouth on you!"

Jason suddenly swings and hits one of the chimney walls with full force. He may not be a Meta human or super, but all his life's training made him stronger than normal.

A very small crack formed in the bricks of the chimney. His body heaving with pent up anger.

Y/n waited a second, watching his tense back, before walking behind him and wrapping her arms around his torso.

She stood still, only holding him until he made another move. Like a elephant trying not to crush a dandelion.

Eventually his muscles relax and he turns around to look at Y/n pulling her into a hug.

A quiet sunrise sneaks up on them while they both bask in each other's comfortable embrace.

"Soon Jason, I'll get myself out. And I'll be here with you. I just need to take Joker down."

He nods, understanding her decision and pushing her head up, he kisses her gently with a mixture of bitter sadness in between.

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"Alfred!" yelled from the kitchen, by a flour covered Tim Drake.

A mixing bowl in his arms, as sizzling pancakes burnt on the pan.

A well dressed butler enters the kitchen and casually lifts the pan off the stove.

"Yes, master Drake?" he questions as he flips the pan upside down letting the burnt pancakes fall into the bin.

"You have to help! Y/n is gonna wake up soon and I want to make her favorite!" Tim panics trying to page through the recipe book with dough covered hands.

Alfred smiles and softly takes the bowl from Tim's arms. He takes the milk and adds a little more to the mixture.

"Please cut the stems off the strawberries, Master Drake."

He nods and runs off to the cutting board. Suddenly the door is kicked open with a thud.

"I've got the oranges!!" Dick pants as he carries two large bags of oranges into the kitchen.

"Don't tell Bruce I grabbed them from his tree! He'll be pissed!"

"Too late!" warns Bruce with crossed arms in the doorway. He chuckled a little at Dicks panicked expression.

Damian runs by Bruce and immediately takes a seat next to Tim, sneakily grabbing a strawberry.

Tim growls and grabs the strawberry back.

"Hey! That's for Y/n! Wait."

Damian sends him a death glare and snatches another one, this time running from Tim's reach.

It's chaos in the kitchen when everyone tries to cook breakfast and make fresh orange juice.

Around the corner Y/n stood listening to the chaos. She was dressed in some jeans and one of Jason's sweaters.

She takes small steps towards Tim who was hyper focused on cutting the strawberries.

With a sudden swing of her arms, she swoops Tim off the seat and spins him around. Damian grabbing the chair before it hit the floor.

"Whoa! Y/N!" He laughs.

Everyone's eyes light up seeing her back in the manner. She giggles setting Tim back down, who spins around in his excitement.

Not realizing he still had a knife from the strawberries still in his hand.

He runs up to Y/n, but instead of an excited smile, Y/n's instincts kick in. She grabs hold of Tim's wrist and twists it until he drops the knife.

Tim whines at her tight grip. And Bruce quickly steps in.

"Y/n!"

Y/n's head snaps back and she gently drops Tim's wrist. She takes a deep breath and smiles again.

"Sorry, Tim. You caught me off guard!"

Tim shakes his head and smiles back at Y/n.

"I know better. I'm sorry!"

Completely wiping the sour moment from the sweet memory, he drags her into the kitchen and shows her his pancakes.

Dick makes quick work of the orange and pours her a glass.

"Milady!" he smoothly slides the glass across the table.

Y/n smiles grabbing it before it hit the floor.

"Good to see you, Mistress L/n."

"Thank you Alfred!" she laughs taking in the deep smell of her favorite breakfast.

Their chatter dims out as Bruce picks up the knife off the ground. He looks at Jason who'd been standing in the hallway watching the entire thing.

They share a mutual worried look before Jason walks into the kitchen beside Y/n.

A few hours after breakfast Y/n was infront of the bat computer, in the echoing bat cave.

Her fingertips flew over the keypad as she brought up multiple villainous faces onto the screen.

Bruce stood close behind with Jason slanted over the chair. Eyes closely watching the screen.

"These are the jokers informants in the GCPD. Commissioner Gordon should know how to handle them quietly."

She squeezes her eyes shut and slants her head down.

"Um... Hold on. I'm trying to remember."

She bites her bottom lip and clenches her fists. Her memories slipping away from the amount of names and information she had to remember.

Bruce delicately places his hand on her back and pats it a little.

"That's good Y/n, don't strain yourself. We have over one hundred and fifty names here. That's enough for now."

Y/n sighs and looks back at Jason who wore a proud smile.

She smiled back and walked over to him taking a seat on his lap and flopping onto his chest with a hefty sigh.

He chuckled at her and started to delicately twist his fingers through her hair.

"I don't see why she's so important!" a voice echos from one of the platforms.

Damian sat cross-legged on one of the tables with a cloth cleaning one of his katanas.

His expression wasn't impressed as he slipped down from his seat and walked up them.

"It's simple enough to be under cover! But how hard can it be to remember a few names?"

Jason quickly growls and was about to yell at the disrespectful little boy, until Y/n put her hand over his mouth and she smirked.

"Alright then!" she says slipping off Jason's lap and walking up to Damian, squaring him up.

"I propose a duel! One of memory and skill!"

Damian makes eye contact and tilts his head, his interest peaked.

Y/n smiles on the inside and explains:

"The computer will simulate random "Karate Kata's" of.. Lets say 200 moves. We will each be told each move beforehand. Then need to preform them right after. Last one to forget a move wins. "

(Definition of Karate Kata : A choreographed series of Karate moves preformed in a certain order to create a full kata. Each kata generally has 20-70 moves.)

Damian takes a second to think placing his hand on his chin.

"We will each be given different Kata's to avoid cheating from the opposing side."

"Agreed!" Y/n says.

Damian sticks his hand out and Y/n shakes it with confidence.

"Now this might be interesting." Bruce mutters in the background.

Sneakily he leans over the desk and holds down a button on the bat computer.

"Hey boys, you might wanna come down and see this~"

He hums, calling the rest of the bat family from upstairs.

Ten minutes later, the smell of popcorn and competition filled the air. Y/n and Damian were situated beside each other on a dojo mat.

Jason, Dick, Tim, Bruce and the one and only Alfred came to watch the spectacle.

With a comm in each of their ears, Y/n and Damian give a bow before taking starting positions. Firsts by their hips and feet apart.

"Computer, send the kata's to their comm's." Bruce gives the starting command.

Y/n closes her eyes to listen while Damian stares into the abyss, both absorbing the info being fed to them.

Moments later they both yell "Ready!"

Bruce drops his arm like the flag at a race track, and watch them both start moving.

Starting with a forward Punch and a sudden back kick, Damian had to dodge quickly.

"Oops! Better stay focused!"

She teases and Damian growls not missing a step in his own Kata.

Every so often they both would have near misses. Almost tripping, punching or kicking each other. This kept their onlookers on their toes.

Nearing the end, Damian starts to slow down, hesitating before every move. Y/ also hesitated once or twice.

Y/n takes a peak back at Damian who was nearing the end of what he could remember. Y/n felt a twinge of guilt in her heart and immediately threw her hands in the air.

"Damn! I really don't remember that well!"

Damian looks back at her somewhat relived but quickly switches back to his serious exterior.

Standing straight, and walking over to Y/n. He shared a hand shake with her.

Even tho everyone knew Y/n threw the game, it was important that Damian wasn't embarrassed infront of his brothers, who's respect he treasured.

"Still, getting this far is a impressive feat. Good game!" Damian smiles a little at Y/n.

Y/n couldn't help the adorable smile, from Damian, becoming her to hug him! Damian's eyes widen and he tries pushing her off.

"Jason!! She has me in her grip!" he calls out for help but Jason chuckles.

"Yeah! I'd say you've got about three seconds before she cuts off your oxygen."

The entire family quickly breaks out in a laugh fest! Watching Y/n share her affection to, what is basically a blushing brick wall.

Damian continues his struggle for a moment until red lights start flaring up.

Everyone's attention now looking at the bat computer waiting for a status report. From laughing family to distributers of justice.

"Oncoming call from Comissioner Gordon." the computer states. Bruce lifts a phone to his ear and nods.

Quickly, Jim's voice beams through the speaker.

"We have a problem. Joker has planted a toxin bomb into Gotham mall. He's holding hostages and is demanding to see Red hood annd Batman."

Bruce squints at the phone before turning his gaze to Y/n.

"On our way." he says finally ending the call.

Y/n felt her breathing catch in her throat and her fists clench.

"He's throwing a tantrum. He's looking for her!" Jason growls standing stiff and ready to fight.

Bruce nods and walks quickly towards the bat suits delicately displayed on mannequins.

"She's set to transport to Arkam tomorrow. But my geuss is that Joker can't wait that long. Dick, Jason, with me!"

Jason growls loudly again and stomps off after Bruce.

Quickly getting dressed. Y/n watches Jason pull two guns from the shelf and shove it into his holsters.

His brown jacket in Y/n's arms leaving him in a black, sleeveless, turtle neck shirt. His movements angry and frustrated.

"Jason.." Y/n whispers.

"What!" he quips.

Y/n flinches gripping the leather in her hands.

Jason's gaze softens with a soft exhale.

"I'm sorry, doll." he walks up to her and places his hands on her arms rubbing them up and down.

She looks down at his brown leather jacket and whispers.

"I know, you're not excited to see the 'other boyfriend' right now. But you can't hurt Joker. He has to break me out of the transport van tomorrow! I... Can't go back to Arkam."

Her grip tightens on the jacket, memories of her parents threatening to flood back.

Jason sighs and pulls her into a small kiss.

"I can't promise that I won't punch him. And I won't allow you to go back there. Not until you're ready."

He whispers to her, giving her arms a gentle squeeze of comfort.

Y/n pushes the jacket onto Jason's chest.

"You need to go."

Jason takes his jacket and swings it over his shoulders leaving Y/n behind with a final whisper.

"I'll be back soon, Love."

[siriuslycollins-blog]

Single Dad Jared Headcanons

1992-1999

- becoming a father was not something on jared’s to-do list, he was still 20 years old (she was born early in the year) but he thought everything would okay if he had the mother of the child on the parenthood journey with him

but everything wasn’t okay

the mother died shortly after delivery

he was heartbroken and now here he is, a 20 year old struggling actor, and now father to a newborn daughter

- plans of moving to new york are now shot as he has to take care of a baby

speaking of

instead he now travels between louisiana and california for auditions

relying on his mom and shannon to watch her while he’s away until he has enough money to rent an apartment so they could move there.

- jared gets work sometime in 1992 and he’s so happy he could cry. finally he has just enough money to get a babysitter and to fly shannon out to la

- he gets minor roles for about a year until my so called life

by now she’s two years old, and already in daycare

 the cast and crew always ask about her (let’s give her a name and call her kaela)

 which makes him to bring her to set sometimes

they all love her and fawn over her

 during his break he reads to her and watches sesame street with her

- by 1995, jared’s career is on full steam and he’s getting roles left and right, eventually landing a movie role.

which means more money coming in and he can finally afford a house 

 he can take kaela to toys r us and buy her plenty of barbie dolls and other stuff

- he finally feels like he’s able to give his daughter the life she deserves

- maybe this dad thing isn’t so hard after all, he’s managed for three years with no accidents

- until he has to leave to prepare and film for prefontaine 

shannon takes care of kaela while he’s away

 which isn’t so bad. he’s like a second father to her

but kaela still misses her father and is too young to understand why jared is away all the time

constance visits also; she misses her grandbaby

constance may or not be pressuring shannon about having kids of his own after he sees him drawing in chalk in the driveway one day

- jared and kaela preparing for “big girl school”

she loves picking out her backpack and lunch box

he knows that kaela only needs the 24 pack of crayola crayons but 64 pack WITH THE SHARPENER IN THE BACK is on the shelf above, so he gets the 64 pack

who wouldn’t want to be friends with the kid who has the 64 pack?

- jared being emotional as he drops her off

he obviously sticks out like a sore thumb

every father is either dressed in khakis or in expensive suits with shiny black shoes and gold watches with gelled back hair or clean haircuts

and here’s jared with his longish hair, wearing the t-shirt he wore to bed last night and ripped jeans. he can already tell he won’t have anything in common with any of the parents here

maybe private school wasn’t such a good idea, but it was the school closest to the house

- jared gets bored while kaela’s at school and he doesn’t know what to do with himself

the house is way too quiet

grocery shopping isn’t all that fun without her

neither is cleaning the house

he can’t even get through the day without her, how is he supposed to get through 12 YEARS?

- he gets used to it though when he hears kaela talking about her new friends during dinner

- second grade is easier as he has stuff to do for thirty seconds to mars

they have a routine going

although jared can’t drop her off anymore and kaela now has to take the school bus

he’s a little uncomfortable because now people other than his bandmates and family and friends know where he lives

 it also teaches kaela how to be a little more independent and also about time management, so a win-win.

2000-2010

- kaela’s growing up and she’s starting to form an identity outside of jared

she has her group of friends and interests

kaela is definitely a harry potter fan

jared takes her to see the movies

thirty seconds to mars is becoming more successful in the rock world

- kaela is literally growing up right in front of his eyes

she looks just like her mother

oh god, kaela needs a mother

is he ready to start dating again?

he can’t rely on his mom for everything

- kaela starts middle school and jared is FREAKING OUT

valentine’s day in middle school is his worst nightmare

why does she have so many cards from boys???

shannon, solon, and matt teasing him about it

him glaring at any boy who stares at her for too long

- at this point jared is dating cameron diaz 

when jared introduces them, kaela doesn’t know what to do

she’s happy for him, and she likes cam a lot but she’s so used to it just being the two of them it feels... odd

they do get along though

kaela being there for jared when he and cameron breaks up

- jared now considers middle school as a cake walk compared to high school

he has to restrain himself from choking fans his daughter’s age when they comment about her

 of course the media also notices how stunning the leto girl is becoming

even more valentine’s day cards from boys

yes, my daughter is very pretty now stop staring at her, boy in front of us in the trader joe’s checkout line

- just because jared’s easy going in his interviews doesn’t mean he’ll be easy going on the guy trying to take his daughter away from him

okay, maybe not take her away from him, more like date

 he’s definitely a chaperone on dates

if jared’s not available then shannon goes

- kaela having her first boyfriend is very emotional for jared

he’s jared’s worst nightmare, the stereotypical l.a. rich kid. seriously kaela, wtf are you thinking?

he’s lowkey manipulative af (let’s call him brandon)

like that time kaela got asked to promote a clothing line. jared was happy for her, brandon, not so much

thankfully kaela dumped him before senior year

- speaking of senior year

kaela is busier than ever. she’s filling out college applications and going to college interviews every time he turns around

jared doesn’t have to pay schools to get kaela a spot in school unlike certain celeb parents. kaela works for everything she has, thank you very much

- when graduation is around the corner, he’s an emotional wreck

invitations have been sent

kaela already has a school picked out, louisiana state university to be exact

it’s also closer to constance if she needs to get away sometimes

and also closer to her mom’s side (jared knows about kaela contacting relatives from her mom’s side, and he’s happy that his daughter is getting to know them)

- jared and shannon almost fighting other parents to get the perfect shots of their kids 

did i forget to mention that kaela’s valedictorian?

jared being so incredibly proud of his little girl who is not a little girl anymore

 hearing his daughter’s full name and seeing her walk across the stage brings him to tears

her mom would be so proud

he knows that kaela’ s going to be successful no matter what she chooses to do in life

present

- kaela is absolutely stunning; she’s in her 20s now and the media always do those transformation things complete with slideshows 

she chose a profession that she loves and is passionate about

jared, shannon, constance and everyone else are so proud of her

it requires her to travel A LOT so jared has a hard time keeping track but they talk/facetime every week

kaela being in the city of angels video and it also showed pictures and videos of her growing up 

kaela being best friends with chloe since jared introduced them

-kaela is also instagram goals

she’s friends with plenty of celebs and has a good following on social media

kaela still has her own life and career that’s not in the entertainment industry

but damn does she know how to take a good selfie

- kaela helping her uncle with his coffee company

she works pop up shops around the country if she’s able to do it

kaela and shannon are partners in crime

they also drum together too

shannon being a Proud Uncle

is this really the same kid who he used to push on the swing sets and watch disney movies with?

- no matter how old kaela gets, she’s always gonna be jared’s little girl. 

this was made with @echelongaga

[misterrnobody]

[M4M] [Longterm]Gay Romance Roleplay

Hello! I'm currently looking for someone who's interested in writing a gay romance with me (don’t care about your actual real life gender). My preferences are drama, angst, slice of life and so on. For writing, at least 2 paragraphs, proper English, third person only and the quicker you reply, the better (though different timezones are totally okay and real life comes first!). All I ask if that you don't just disappear on me. If there's something you don't like; just tell me. I'm an adult and I can handle it. Expect me to do the same. Character wise, I’m looking for characters around the age of 25-38. I also require a real life faceclaim. I’m mostly into writing with pretty masculine characters.

I do not write NSFW content with any admins under the age of 18. As for his kind of content; my characters do not take the “top” position.

Due to the fact a lot of people have had me waste my time writing starters only not to reply; I ask that you write the first starter purely for me to see that you're serious about writing.

I've been roleplaying for 8 years on various platforms and am rather proud to say that people always seem to be amazed by the stories I come up with!

I have a preference for OC's, though I have 2 ships I'm willing to write out;

Hephaestion x Alexander (which would be in a ancient setting unless you prefer a modern one).

Visual: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qLzu4ondZU

and Colin Farrell x Jared Leto. (Seriously, you'd make me really happy if you're into one of these ships : ) 

I also really don't mind having a good conversation next to the roleplay itself!

We can either write on here or through discord. If you’re interested, please shoot me a chat message.

[hermionefae]

The next chapter of Obsession, a Jared Leto x OC fanfic set during the filming of Suicide Squad, which I started in 2016 has now gone live! Click below to read it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7590418/chapters/32634393

[jokers-sweethearts]

Jared Leto  x Daughter Imagines  

M A S T E R L I S T (updated)

(50+ Stories)

J A R E D L E T O  ☟

Original Fics

Modeling Stepfather Nightmare VYRT

Original Imagines

Jealous Rock Star

Christmas Morning

On Set

Boyfriend Meeting The Band

Bad Day

Watching Him Perform

Protective Dad

Sleeping in the Studio

Skyping

Crying

Separation Anxiety

Home From A Date

It Felt Like Years

Jared vs Shannon

Shannon to the Rescue

Rayon

Fight with Mom

In the Joker Character

After Party

Making him Jealous

Night terrors

Asked About You

Interview

Bodyguard

Adopted

Hurting

Don’t Leave

License

Puppy

Dating Cameron Monaghan

Hating Touring

Packing

Nick Lowell

Imagine Requests

Dating His Friend Drug Addiction Road trip Breakup Harry Artifact Step Mom Cutting Mr. J Changes Quinceanera

Original Headcanons

Personality Diving Suicide Squad Set Being his daughter would include

[maxawello]

Loyalty (Joker x Reader ONESHOT)

Soundtrack: Loyalty - Kendrick Lamar Warnings: None Please leave feedback! It helps :)

"You have go to stop doing that! I have a life, you know?" I told him the moment we were outside the restaurant. I ripped my arm from his. "And you're so immature! They're my friends!"

His glower would've scared me but we both knew that when angry, I was the volatile one. 

"You don't need anyone but me." His words were finite, not even bothering to approach me again. “You’re mine. You belong by my side.” Then an idea passed his mind. 

He grabbed my arm and pulled me along to the car, not that I wasn't going there anyways. 

"Let go," I chastised, trying to pull my arm again. He growled and kept a firm grip. 

"Get in the car."

"Let go of me." He ignored me and walked me to the passenger side, opening the door for me as he finally let go. 

"Get in." I sighed and got in, sulking and glaring at him. He got in the other side and seconds later we were speeding down the street.

"What are we doing up here, J?" I asked as he opened the door to the roof of one of the skyscrapers. The wind hit me immediately and I shivered before covering up with my coat. He didn't say anything, bringing me closer to the edge.

There was a strip of concrete that held up a light before the city buzzed below. It was like walking the plank. I stopped him before we could step up to the plank.

"J, this isn't funny. What are we doing?"

"Do you trust me, doll? Trust that I'm all that you need?"

I frowned, nervous. "I trust you.” After all I followed him up here. “But what are you doing?"

He stepped up onto the plank and held his hand out for me. I took it, swallowing hard. He led me toward the edge. I leaned over slowly and watched the city below me, listening to the sound of the cars and the occasional bird flap. 

"You know what I want," he said, pulling me close to him. I clutched on. I didn't want to fall. It was a long, long fall from here. 

"W-What's that?" It was a dumb question. Of course I knew what he wanted. But was I stalling? Absolutely!

He watched me carefully. "Loyalty." Then he grabbed my forearm, gripping tight. "Do you trust me to be everything you need?”

I swallowed hard again. "Yes."

He smiled, walking me to the very edge. I let out a breath. I knew what he wanted. I clutched his forearm tighter. 

"Then go."

And so I stepped off, holding onto him for my life. If his hand even slipped this would be it.

His smile was immeasurable. The pride in his stance was accentuated by his laugh as he stared at me. I grinned back, fear vanishing.

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty.