#tdk!joker x reader

[pxgeturner]

i present to u: the prologue for grounding ! through his pov

“I’m warning you.” he says on the other side, “If you even lift a finger out of line, you won’t so much as see the outside of your cell for a week.” same threats as always.

“I’ll be on my best behavior, officer.” I tell him with false earnesty.

He grumbles something before unlocking the door and pulling me out. He walks me to the cafeteria, with my wrists bound and a hand on my shoulder. As we enter the mess hall, I see a burly inmate, I smile and nod at him, attempting to wave with my cuffed hands. The guard seems slightly off-put by my friendly behavior. The inmate returns the nod. My hands are released and I am free to get my meal. As I go through the line, I turn my head to the sound of the beginning of a brawl. The Burly Inmate talks gruffly to another inmate, the already sour conversation reduces to shoving. Soon The Burly Inmate throws a punch and the other tackles them to the ground. Other small fights start to break out. The guards try with little success to disengage the felons. The door is now unguarded and I slip out of the mess hall.

Of course, guards were called from other areas of the prison to help quell the violence and try to redirect me. But I swiftly slam one’s head into a wall, and his partner into a counter. I drag the unconscious officers to a closest and steal one’s uniform. I cover my face with a surgical mask and make my exit. I make my way out back and rummage through the pockets. The Idiot left his keys and some cash in his pants! Poor Guy should’ve realized that he works with some pretty dangerous people who would love to snatch up his stuff. I press a button on the key fob and am greeted with a pretty little mustang. I skip my way over to the car and drive away.

I stop at a grocer’s and pull some money out of my favorite employee’s account out of an atm. (The Idiot left the tank almost empty, what a jerk.) I grab some snacks to munch on during the drive back to the warehouse.

[junipersberries]

My dear Y/N,

By the time you read this letter, I'll have escaped the confines of Arkham and the authorities are probably swarming the place (or what's left of it AHAHAHA) looking for me.

Don't be upset that you missed my little uhh jailbreak. You know.... the one with the explosions and the fire and the blood and the screaming?

Ohhh, it was a sight to behold, I tell you! The streets are a lot more... colorful now, aren't they?

Was it a bit too loud? Maybe a little too messy? I know I had a lot of fun with it. But you're smart, I'm sure you understand this is my way...

I've enjoyed our little meetings and I have to admit, I especially enjoy seeing you all flustered and red-faced in my presence.

Now that I'm free, we can finally start having some proper... fun together.

- The Joker

Part 13 Part 15

[jakegyllenbaalz]

heath ledger as the joker (the dark knight, 2008)

[montimer]

Tdk!Joker x hero!reader hc's

Gn!reader,pretty much yandere

The first time he meets you in gotham. Another dark night, another cruel crime of his about to succeed, until you came in. Saving the hostages before bats.

Lets just say, he is a bit impressed. Neither his goons or his not so friendly nature made you back down.

As your about to go up to him, bats appears and you decide to leave the clown to him.

He of course gets an interest in you. He wants to and will find out more about you.

He lures you to his smaller crimes so he can chat with you.

While chasing him, he still talks as he looks back making sure you are behind him.

The falling in love part happens as he gets more friendly with you. There's just something in you that makes him want to see you more and more. Maybe its your strangely kind nature, or your fighting spirit, perhaps you got a good humor.

But when he tells you a joke and he suddenly hears you giggle, it makes him frown. Not a single person has ever dared to act so freely his way.

He denies the feeling of falling for you. But soon he has to realize it won't go away so easily.

When you save him or decide not to beat him up so bad, he feels somewhat nice. He can't tell, but he loves and hates it at the same time.

He tries to woo you in his own weird ways. Like killing the people who wronged you and hinting at that it was him. Or giving a flower to you. Even giving you his iconic joker card and saying "Call me" while winking.

He'll be staring at you often, just quietly. Or he'll throw in some pick up lines in a middle of a fight. He'll deepen his voice and tries to come as close as he can to your ears so he can seductively whisper into them.

He can become jealous easily. Anyone who he thinks is getting more attention from you than he gets must pay. You belong to him, only to him. Even if you don't know that.

He'll stalk and follow you. Having a weakness is a big no for him but in this case he'll try to ask you first instead of killing his obsession.

He'll kidnap you and have a long talk about why you are here.

After stating hes in love with you and knows almost everything about you, including your identity you feel hopeless.

He let's you have like a week of thinking of what your answer will be. You really thought he wasn't serious when he flirted and give you flowers.

There is really no way out of this so you agree to be with him. He seems pleased with your answer.

"Good dear, i knew you were smart enough not to deny me. You see uh, let our differences not make us part ways. Soon you'll see why i choose you to be mine. I'll let ya go, IF you promise you'll be good..got it?"

[mcondance]

tonight i am thinking about some type of entanglement with joker where he definitely does not love you (does he......). and he fucks you like he hates you, like your purpose. which is just to be his fleshlight, a hole he uses that has a pretty face attached to it. you're meek and shy and so much younger than him and when he has you under him, crying out and clawing at his skin with red and white smeared over your face, a part of him feels like he does love you. but only because of the way you envelop him in liquid and silk and call for him like he's your god and not gotham's satan. he knows you care for him and are fond of him, whether because you actually do love him, or because of some wires that got crossed in your childhood. either way, he can see it lighting up your eyes as he pounds into you and it makes it so much sweeter.

you're depraved and debauched like him, almost giggling with excitement when he wraps a gloved hand around your neck and squeezes. he wants to see the light start to fade from your eyes, and it's what he gets, with your hand wrapped around his wrist solely for decoration. you don't pull his hand away from your throat, nor do you try to tap out. joker decides when he lets go. and when he does, and you're sucking in air, he's running the same hand over your face like he does when he's fucking with an adversary, and cooing at your return to this plane.

he's wicked when he fucks you, and his dick bruises. he enjoys watching his intrusion, how he literally splits you open around his cock.

tonight i am thinking about being joker's favorite (and only) fleshlight.

[j0kers-light]

Chaos could you recommend us J writers?

Ledger!Joker writers shoutout!

@butterfly-lies-chase-them-away

@thesightstoshowyou

@gh0stly-pages

@montimer

@into-crazy

@dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd

@ajokeformur-ray

@rose-and-thorn-fanfics

@igot-the-juice

That’s who I can remember off my head. There are plenty of other wonderful Ledger!joker writers all a search away. This community is still alive.

If you know anymore, (or are one) let me know! 🖤✨

Chaos loves to read 👩🏽‍💻

[happy74827]

Writing? ❌

Editing your favorite Heath Ledger character after watching a movie with him in it? ✅

Song: Sydney Sweeney — Ken Carson

Movie: The Dark Knight (2008)

Character: The Joker

[ajokeformur-ray]

If this is triggering pls skip I don't wanna make you uncomfortable in anyway 🩷, but how would J feel if he found out his S/O has an abusive boss? Ik he would be angry and stuff but what would he do?

Hey nonnie🫂I totally get it, I work in an abusive workplace myself so I understand. I hope this offers you & anyone else who can relate some comfort. We deserve better.💖

J would definitely be angry.

However, and this is the bit you might not like - he'd be angry at your boss and at you.

Angry at your boss for abusing their staff rather than adhering to the duty of care which employers legally have towards their employees, and angry at you for staying there for as long as you do once the red flags starts to stack up.

He wonders what the straw will be which breaks the camel's back - what will it take for you to leave?

J's highly intelligent, he understands the dynamics of any kind of abusive relationship. He knows it's hard to spot the signs, more so if the abuse is happening at work. He knows that once you're in an abusive relationship, it's even harder to leave. He knows the logistics; you need the money, the economy doesn't have many jobs going right now so you need to stay where you are... on and on the reasons go as to why you can't - won't - leave your workplace.

But that doesn't mean he has to like it. J doesn't have to like it, not one bit.

He's watched you come home in tears on multiple occasions, and he's heard from some of his men that you've cried on your way home in the streets, too, though that's subtler than how you cry in the shower when you think he isn't home. He's home more than you think he is. J takes good care of what's his and how can he take care of you if he isn't home?

J is angry at you for not leaving, but he understands that it's easier said than done, he's seen it time and again in the people who walk the streets with their shoulders curled inwards and their heads down, like the weight of the world is slowly settling on their shoulders, hammering them closer to the ground as they get stomped on each and every day.

Your boss is the hammer, and you're the nail.

One more good swing, J reckons, and you're done for.

Except it doesn't seem to be, as you take swing after swing after swing, and still you go to work, still you try your best, still you kill yourself to live. And J's frustration grows and grows; you don't have to live like this, but you want to work, you don't want to live solely off of J's lucrative crimes. It's tempting sometimes, and you'd be a liar if you said it wasn't.

But you're too proud for that, and so you take the hits without leaving your abusive boss.

Realising after some months that you're not going to do anything about your situation of your own accord - it's been years - J starts to intervene in his own ways. Making sure there's an accident on the road your boss takes to work so that they are delayed for some time, making sure that they can't get the coffee they want first thing in the morning due to some kind of supplying issue even though they had it in abundance yesterday morning... on and on the inconveniences go, and their severity depends on how much you were abused the last time you were at work.

J holds you when you cry, he listens to you rant, he gives you sage advice only when you ask for it, and he only listens when you don't. He supports you, in his own ways, but he's very angry, make no mistake. His tone is especially biting when you make threats to quit, and he thinks finally, and then you don't. You stay. That same nail in the same wall with that same hammer.

How much more can you take, J wonders? He's proud of you, he's angry at you, he cares and he is curious about what you're going to do. All of these things at once, his thoughts like trains with no final destinations, but he knows that one day you will leave, and he will celebrate with you when you do.

[into-crazy]

nights like this

Ledger!Joker x Reader drabble

Summary: You climb into bed with J for some snuggles.

Warnings- none, J style fluff, ages 18+

I was in the mood for this, so I wrote it. Who doesn't love a little soft J every once in a while, right?

It had been an extremely exhausting past couple of weeks for Joker. He came very close to being captured by the Batman, and he'd done everything in his power to make sure that didn't happen. So when he was certain that he was finally in the clear, he came straight home to you.

J has been asleep for hours since he's been back. He was extremely exhausted and went straight to bed after he ate. It's currently half an hour until midnight, and he'd arrived earlier in the afternoon. So he's been out for some time. You gave him time to recover, seeing how this is the first time he's properly eaten and slept in days. However strong and incredibly stubborn as the man is, his mind and his body can only take on so much before he needs a break.

You always take care of him when he comes back. Such as checking his body for injuries, making sure he gets cleaned up, preparing him something to eat, and anything else that he needed. Now of course, J never made you do these things. You do them because you want to. Because you care about him. He accepts the things you do for him, and he doesn't take advantage of your caring nature. Not that you would allow him to, which is one of the many traits he likes about you.

While J slept, you'd tidied up around the place and used a good amount of your time to relax. Doing what you would normally like to do when you have the chance. It was relaxing, and you felt much better knowing that J was home. But eventually, you began to miss him. Even though he was right in the other room, you couldn't help but start to feel lonely. After all, it had been a few weeks since you've had any form of intimacy together. And you wanted to make up for that. Taking into account that he's still sleeping, you decide to just get into bed and cuddle up next to him.

The bedroom is dark as you walk in. Your eyes gradually adjust to the darkness while you tiptoe your way over to the bed. You find J widely sprawled out on his back under the covers. His soft snores indicate that he's probably in a deep state of sleep.

It had taken a long time for J to get comfortable and trusting enough to fall into a deep sleep around you. In fact, you can still recall the very first time that he did. Treasuring that moment forever in your heart, as it officially established his complete trust in you. So now when he goes to sleep he relies on you to watch over him. That is the only case in which he'll be able to get a good amount of rest. He's made it very clear that when one of you is asleep, the other is awake. Under no circumstances will he go to sleep at the same time as you. Because then no one would watch over either of you, and that would put you both in a vulnerable position.

Regardless, you have no intention on going to sleep. You only want to lay next to him, to be close and feel his warm presence. However, as a precaution, you set an alarm for thirty minutes from now on your smartphone. Just in case you happen to doze off.

You slip off your bottoms and toss them to the side. Left in your shirt and panties, you move carefully under the covers. Trying not to wake J in the process. You slide yourself in the area directly under his arm, getting as close to him as you possibly can. Luckily, your movements don't seem to disturb him one bit. He must really be out cold. Since you've made it this far, you use this opportunity to wrap your arm around his torso. That way, you can hold on to him.

After making yourself comfortable, you let out a sigh of relief. Finally. It was an effort well worth it.

You look up at J's face and simply stare at him. He had taken a shower recently, so his face is without his signature makeup. His scars are even more visible when he doesn't have all that paint covering them. You can't help but find them to be even more beautiful every time you see them. His body is warm, and he smells so good. Even after using your cleansing products does he still retain his own distinct scent somehow. You hope it'll always stay that way. Moving your hand to his chest, you can feel it steadily rising and falling with every breath he takes. You close your eyes and bask in his peaceful embrace. With every passing second, your chest swells with enormous amounts of love and adoration that you have for him.

J has never told you he loves you. But you'd like to think that somewhere inside of him he feels something close to love. And that's good enough for you.

You press your nose into him in attempt to feel him even closer. Holding him tighter and wishing your body could melt into his own. Your movements seemed to have roused him from his deep slumber. Shifting and stretching his limbs as he awakens.

He opens his eyes, blinking a few times before looking around and then down at you. "Mm, hello there."

"Hi J." You smile up at him.

"How long have I been out?" He yawns deeply at the end of his question. His voice deep and husky from sleep.

You trace your finger along his chest. "A few hours. Seven or eight, maybe. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to climb in bed with you."

"Missed me that much, huh?" J laughs. He doesn't mind that you're here with him. In fact, he likes feeling you pressed against him like this. It's been a while since he's felt you too, after all. He nudges you playfully, "don't go falling asleep on me yet, doll. I'm gonna need another hour or two."

"I won't. I only wanted to hold you for a bit. A few more minutes then I'll get up, I promise." You assure him. "Go ahead and get some more sleep. I know you need it."

J hums and closes his eyes. Moving his arm to wrap around you better, so that he can hold you more comfortably. His hand rubs comfortingly up and down your back a couple times before resting there.

You lay still in his grasp as he falls back to sleep. Head resting cozily on his chest, listening to the harmony of his breathing and the beating of his heart. Sounds you love hearing together. It's not every day you get to hear them. So you capture every bit of it that you can. Nights like these are ones you hold on to. They're where you feel at peace. The only downside is that you know that you'll have to get up eventually. That sooner or later J will get up, and eventually leave again. There will be nights where you get to lay like this, and some where you won't. As it has always been. That's what it's like loving the Joker.

But for right now, you don't want to think about eventually. You'll just bask in the warmth of this moment. Staring off into the darkness, in the safety of J's arms.

[gothic-aesthetic-gal]

Old Scars (Part 2)

Ledger!joker x fem!reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job pt 2✨️

Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, violence, threat of murder/injury mentions of minor characters (not J) being misogynist/threatening SA, reference to past traumatic injury. Beyond this i'm not sure, i'll update these when I write more.

🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏🃏

Part 2:

The joker's men offloaded what seemed like almost an entire clip as soon as we hit the sidewalk. The street erupted into chaos around us. People screamed and ducked out of sight. A cyclist crashed into the back of a car at the stoplight as he looked around for the source of the noise. A woman ran down the sidewalk with her child strapped into its buggy, practically ramming it into other panicked pedestrians as she fled. Workmen on the corner ditched their tools and booked it in the opposite direction.

Gothamites were already in a near-constant state of hypervigilance, a kind of ptsd that came with living in the city. After the most recent bout of escalating crimes, from both the mob and this 'joker', everyone was in a state of near paranoia. No one trusted their fellow man.

Of course, the psychopath leading me by my hands through all of this drank it in. He revelled in the destruction which seemed to orbit him. Traffic swerved around us as I was half dragged across the street to their van. My bare feet were grazed and dirtied by the time his men threw open the back doors. They tossed the duffle bags inside and clambered in after them, one of them grabbing for my arms.

"We can keep her company in the back, boss," he offered, and my stomach knotted istelf at the thought of exactly what kind of company he had in mind.

The joker's voice dipped down low, into a kind of growl.

"No, she's riding shotgun, not in the back with the dogs," he slammed the doors on them before anyone could respond to his insult.

For a moment I thought about trying to make a run for it. You should never go to the second location, that's what they say about kidnapping. As though he had read my mind, he placed a heavy hand on my shoulder and his dark eyes fell on me.

"Don't even think about trying to run," he leaned in close enough to whisper the rest of what he had to say directly into my ear, "you wouldn't make it, and it would be such a disappointment to have to shoot you."

He pulled back again, his twisted features taking on an exagerratedly pained look. Everytime I saw his face I felt physically sick. It wasn't his scars, of course, but the nightmarish paint, streaked and smeared across his face, and the way it moved and contorted into all kinds of uncanny shapes as he spoke.

Defeatedly, I climbed into the passenger seat and he darted round to the drivers side. This had to be a new record, even for the GCPD, for world's slowest police response. The sound of oncoming sirens was only just now beginning to get near enough to be noticeable.

"That's our cue to go!" He exclaimed, erupting into one of his fits of laughter as we accelerated down the now eerily empty street.

"You should put your seatbelt on, doll," he grinned. reaching a hand out toward me.

Without thinking, I instinctively slapped it away.

I froze for a second, terrified what his reaction to this could be.

He was silent for a moment, shooting me a glance or two to the side. He seemed to again be a little taken back by my behaviour, and it was as though I could see him recalculating.

"Okay, but it's your funeral," he shrugged as we blew another stop light and veered left onto main avenue, headed for the road tunnels.

With shaky hands, and considerable difficulty, given that my hands were still taped together at the wrist, I fastened my own belt. We rolled down the entrance ramp and into the subterranean road network. The joker seemed to be completely unfased as a line of cop cars tore past us going in the opposite direction, sirens blaring and blue lights strobing by.

He tapped the fingers of one hand on the steering wheel and was humming some unintelligible tune under his breath, as we pulled into a particularly rough looking, even by my standards, district of downtown. I felt like I was having an out of body experience, or some kind of fever dream. He was very heavy on the brakes and we jolted to a stop in a grimy looking alleyway.

As he got out, he took a moment to knock his first against the side of the van, signalling that it was clear for his men to offload. In this briefest of moments, he didn't have eyes on me and I frantically looked around me for anything of use to me. I grabbed a ballpoint pen from the dashboard and hurriedly stuffed it into my dress. Glancing down I caught sight of a screwdriver in the footwell. Well it certainly wouldn't be a bad idea to have that hidden on me, so I managed to grab it and stuff it down into the half loosened corset.

I had only just stashed it when I was unceremoniously dragged out of the passenger seat, with both my feet immediately landing in a murky puddle. The rain drizzled down, illuminated by the flickering streetlight above us. Two of the men got into the front of the van and drove their haul away, likely to somewhere like the docks for safe keeping until the buzz and police interest died down.

Again, I weighed up my chances of running from them. The odds weren't in my favour - we were in a dead part of town, in the dark, and I had no idea where I'd go for help. Plus, my hands were still taped and I was in a ridiculous dress. The joker practically barked his orders at the remaining men and they scattered to the four winds, dispatched to do god only knows what.

Part of me was relieved that they were gone: I was, by definition, no longer outnumbered, but the realisation that I was now alone with the man who had so recently threatened to bring an entire city to a standstill made me feel just as concerned. A man with a total disregard for human life on the whole, a man who had shot dead one of his own men on a whim not even an hour ago. I shuddered a little.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked, in a kind of stage whisper.

My face betrayed my panic.

"What are you going to do to me?"

He seemed to find this very funny, erupting into laughter so intense that he bent double for a moment. I felt a lump rise in my throat.

As suddenly as it started, his laughter abruptly stopped and he straightened up with a much flatter expression.

"I'm not going to do anything to you".

Again, I felt like this was some kind of sick joke that was lost on me.

"Then why the fuck am I here?" I gestured wildly around me at the alleyway, "why am I here in this ridiculous dress and no shoes, in some shady back-alley!"

He cocked his head to the side.

"You tell me, doll, 'cause my men didn't take your shoes."

His gestures seemed to be wordlessly saying "you know i'm right!".

I shook my head, almost hoping the action would clear it and none of this would be real.

I was shivering from the cold and rain. The dress was off-the-shoulder, and my feet were still submerged in icy water. I started to worry that hypothermia or treading on a rusty nail and getting tetanus might kill me before the man in front of me got around to it.

The familiar clack of the switchblade suddenly commanded my full attention. The joker shifted forward and placed the blade up to my throat. He didn't say anything but I understood well enough what he was saying. Don't get comfortable: I can kill you at any point. On a whim, like his man who was left face down in a pool of his own blood on the marble tiles.

My eyes met his own, and I couldn't help but wonder how few people had seen him this close up and lived to tell the tale. He clamped his free hand onto my forearm and began to pull me to a fire escape ladder mid-way down the alley. It didn't quite reach all the way to the floor, the last rung being a couple feet above the ground. His grip on my arm was so foreceful that it hurt.

When we reached the ladder he put the knife between his teeth, clambered up and offered a hand to pull me up.

This day was so totally fucked up.

I thought again about running, but I didn't think i'd make it out of the alley before he caught me, so reluctantly I took his outstretched hand. He was stronger than you might have expected, and managed to lift me up far enough that I could get my feet on the start of the ladder.

The bars were slippery from the rain and I tried not to look down as we climbed, struggling against the dress as I did so. We came up to a sort of balcony window two floors up, and he swung up the old sash and gestured for me to climb through. I did it as quickly as possible, not being at all comfortable with the idea of my back being to him while he still had the knife. I landed on my knees on the wood floor and cursed as I scrambled to my feet again.

I turned around to see him inside and sliding the window back down. Suddenly I felt so stupid for not trying to run; now I was trapped here instead.

"You'll, uh, have to excuse the state of the place. You see, I don't usually have guests," he said, gesturing to the apartment as he flicked on the lightswitch.

Again we were back to talking as though he hadn't just held a knife to my throat a couple of minutes ago. I shook my head in disbelief.

I looked around me at the half-abandoned apartment. Suddenly, my own place didn't seem so bad, though it wasn't such a massive step down that they were totally incomparible - no, if anything it made me question why I was paying rent if this was what was on offer for free. The main difference was upkeep, and personal items. I started to think this place could be quite nice if it was cleaned up and decorated. I laughed a little to myself.

"Something amusing to you?" Asked my captor as he paced by the window.

I abruptly stopped.

"Oh, er, I was just thinking I miss my shitty apartment," I stammered out.

He said nothing, but placed the knife on the table and dropped down onto the beaten up couch.

"So, you've brought me here. What do you - what is your plan?" I said shakily, shivering from the cold and still wired with anxiety.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Plan? Do I really look like a guy with a plan?" He asked, spreading both arms out against the back of the couch.

I shifted anxiously, part of me wondered if I should make a grab for the knife on the table... but then it occurred to me that he had probably left it there deliberately. Was he testing me? Didn't he just love to see what desperate people would do? That was a part of his M.O. if the recent events were anything to go by. What would I even do if I did grab it, was I really going to stab him? He'd see it coming from a mile off even if I had the guts to follow through.

"Well, you say that... but I've seen the news. All of that takes planning. A lot of planning actually..." I began.

He cocked his head to the side, a glint in his dark eyes again.

Unsettled by his silence, I continued.

"Yes, you do some things on a whim, like, say, shooting that guy earlier, or bringing me here but that heist took planning and preparation..."

A sly kind of smile spread itself across his face, which told me I was right.

"You're quite perceptive, aren't you?" He hummed.

"I think, people underestimate me. When so many ignore you or... don't want to look at you, you can see things from the outside. You see the things that they miss," I thought aloud.

He made a kind of affirmative hum, and stood up again.

"Do you find it hard to look at me?" He probed, approaching me.

I swallowed, my throat feeling dry. What was the use in lying? He and I had just revealed that we would both know it.

"Yes," I murmured, struggling to look him in the eyes as he stopped about an arms length from me.

"And, why is that?"

He reached out a hand to touch my rain soaked hair, tucking it behind my shoulder.

"Because, you -" I was struggling for the words, feeling as though this was an interrogation and the light was blinding, burning hot on me - only he was the light.

He leaned in close, close enough that I could have touched his face. I tried to force myself to look directly at him, not wanting to give in.

"Because I look like this?" He gestured to his face, but I realised, consciously or not his hand hovered over his scars specifically.

"Isn't that a little hypocritical?" He growled sounding almost disappointed.

"I think you've misjudged me again," I said hurriedly.

He seemed taken aback by this.

"Oh?" He mused, placing a hand on the crook of my neck.

"I find it hard to look at your face because of the makeup. Which is part of why you wear it, so you shouldn't be surprised by that. I think... i think part of you would prefer it if it really was the scars I found ugly. But you're wrong..." I couldn't stop myself from shaking so hard that it was difficult to speak.

I watched his face as he seemed to be turning over my words in his own mind, weighing up whether to believe me. Again spurred on by his silence I continued.

"Of course, everyone has the initial shock and the gut reaction of repulsion when they see my scars. That is just human nature and the way society has conditioned us, even the most polite, the kindest people. It's a sub-conscious reflex. So that first split second, maybe, I was afraid because of them, I'll grant you that much... but you then also have to admit you have done the same to me."

A strange glimmer of something akin to... affection found its way into his features. I didn't know what to make of it.

"Am I wrong?" I pressed, anxiously.

He shook his head.

"No".

I sighed a little in relief.

"You," he wagged a finger at me, "I knew there was something special about you. That's why I brought you here... you're..." his eyes combed over my face as he searched for the words," you are magnificent."

He pulled me forwards and planted a rough kiss on my forehead, much to my horror, but thankfully that was all it was. He drew back looking down at me as I continued to shiver, dripping wet, bare footed and brusied. My eye was stinging from both my injury and my mascara running down my face. It was as though he seemed to actually be more tuned in to my presence now, and he astonished me still further by taking off his long coat and placing it around my icy shoulders.

Next part below:

[jslittlebirdie]

pairing: ledger!joker x GN!reader

summary: You and J spend Halloween together carving a pumpkin and playfully teasing each other.

word count: 679

warnings: slightly graphic language, a bit of innuendo at the end of the drabble

A/N: I haven't written and posted anything in forever. The burnout is hitting hard. So I'm not sure if this little thing turned out well or not. But I want to try to somehow get my creativity and inspiration back. Maybe someone will like it a little bit.

taglist: @alittlesmartcookie @ajokeformur-ray @these-written-reveries

Carving Time

A loud, wet squelching noise echoed through the room as he plunged the blade deeper and deeper into the soft flesh. A greenish strand of hair stuck to his forehead where the sticky, thick liquid had splashed into his face. He frowned in concentration, but his toothy grin gave away just how much he enjoyed it. You watched him with wide eyes, following every single one of his skillful movements. Anyone else would have been frightened by this sight, but not you. You were almost hypnotized, perhaps staring a bit too much at his hands.

A few more well-aimed knife stabs and the sinister deed was done. He smacked his lips in satisfaction and put the knife down. Almost immediately his attention was back on you, dark brown eyes piercing into your soul, causing you to look away, caught, and making him chuckle with amusement. Heat rose in your cheeks, but you tried to ignore it. It was silly and endearing that after all this time he still had the same effect on you. He would probably never say it out loud, but he loved it.

"Was that it, toots? Or is there more I have to take care of, hm? Just say the word and I'll make sure that nothing else will bother ya."

Something in his voice made you shudder, but you leaned in to give him a small peck on his cheek. If you listened carefully enough though, you could hear him softly grumbling under his breath. You would probably have to give him some proper kisses later to make up for it. Especially considering what you were planning to do. "No, no. Thank you, J. I can do the rest alone."

Thanks to his help, you could finally open the cavity. A sweetish foul scent flooded your sinuses and made you cough. But you shrugged it off. Maybe it was a little too unorthodox, but you preferred to use a big spoon to get rid of the guts. And when nothing helped, you stuck your hand in the opening to remove the last remnants. A sensory nightmare, the way the masses felt between your fingers. Slimey and gooey. You grimaced in disgust.

J cackled next to you when he noticed your reaction. You were just too adorable. "Seems like ya need some more training, doll."

You decided to just ignore him. You would get your sweet revenge soon enough. You paused to examine your work and when you thought it was good enough, you reached for the knife. But J was quick to grab your wrist and stop you. He tsk-ed at you and shook his head when he saw your questioning look.

"Not this one. Don't wantcha to get hurt." He rummaged in one of the countless pockets of his royal purple coat until he pulled out a small ordinary kitchen knife. "That's way better."

You huffed. But at the same time, it made your heart feel all warm and fluffy that he cared so much about you. For a brief moment, you questioned your idea. But it was just too good to stop now. Why should it always be him teasing you? Why not the other way around? You smiled innocently at him and then took the smaller knife from him. Luckily, this part of the work didn't take too long. Only a few more cuts were needed to get the desired result.

Finally, you turned around the fully carved pumpkin so that he could see it. You watched him closely, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. And you got exactly the reaction you expected, it seemed like he liked your Batman pumpkin. His smile immediately dropped and his gaze snapped to you, dark eyes even darker than usual. Once again, anyone else would have been frightened by this sight. But you trusted him. You knew him good enough to see the playful and challenging glint in the darkness of his beautiful eyes. It made you giggle and squeal with anticipation.

"I'll give you a ten second head start. One, two..."

[devilfulmarina]

[jakegyllenbaalz]

tom hardy as bane (the dark knight rises, 2012)

[montimer]

Ledger!Joker x gn reader who is scared of him (at first)

Warning: a bit angst? But not really

Ur pretty much quiet around him. Maybe ur insecure or feeling down or scared

When you flinch or ur eyes sharpen when he comes closer, he doesn't like that. At all

Tries to act a bit more 'normal' around you and if that doesn't help he start asking you personally

"Ur pretty quiet...is it the scars?"

When you say no he will keep on staring at you until you tell him whats wrong

"I don't understand, why do you keep coming back?" "huh"

"I mean you must want something.."

Raise an eyebrowe at you. He will listen to you,why ur insecure and scared around him,that you don't want to anger him and stuff like that. That he probably have a reason to keep on coming back to you, from all people he choose to come back to you

He'll hum and nod when you look back at him to make sure hes listening

" ah..i don't really have a reason. Or at least not what ya thinking"

"...?" " I like it here,toots"

From now on he tries to make it clear hes not here to use or hurt you. He will tell you that ya wouldn't anger him or anything like that. He wouldn't yell at you anyways. He likes you but shh

After a while you get used to him and when you actually start running up to him when he comes home,hes happy. He shows it w/ chuckling and smiling at you

Also he got a soft spot for you in his heart ;))

And if you like him back he will spin you around and tightly hug you. And give you a sloppy kiss on ur forehead.

[junipersberries]

Dearest Y/N,

You finally got to visit me at Arkham, dollface! I knew you couldn't resist the opportunity to see me all locked up hehe... It's not as fun as roaming free around Gotham, but still, it's good to have a little audience every now and then.

What was it about me that made you visit in the end? My sense of humor? My charmingly dangerous personality? Or was it just plain curiosity? (You better tell me all about it in your next letter.)

Well, whatever it was, you'll soon see that I can still put on a show, even from behind these cold walls.

Anyways, I met the Scarecrow today... He's in here for trying to spread his fear toxin around the city. That stuff, let me tell you, is truly nasty... He's a real blabbering mess now, his mind is completely gone, his memories are a blur, and his grasp on reality is all over the place. But the thing is, you can't really put someone into Arkham or Blackgate if they don't remember the crimes they committed—that would make them the real monsters! Right?

I have to say though... Arkham is so boring. The other inmates are starting to get a little, ah, restless... Maybe they're growing impatient for my next big trick... and you know how the mob hates being kept waiting. We need a little action...

You might think my freedom is limited, but they can't keep me from pulling a few strings. Just watch and see...

- The Joker

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[ajokeformur-ray]

Hi there, hello😊💜 I have a rather self-indulgent J question. If that's okay. But do you think he'd be protective of his s/o if he found out that they live and work in a super sketchy neighborhood? Stuff like not a single quiet night. Theft and other safety and health issues are always on the agenda, next to being worked to the bone. I'm just wondering because yeah🙃 Sending you all of my love and hugs, you're incredible🫂💖💕

Hey hi hello Sue🥺💖

Self-indulgent J questions are more than welcome, it's been a while since I got sent one!👀

I think J would be very protective of his s/o, even if they lived in a wealthy area with a low crime rate. He takes care of his possessions, his plans, so he takes extra care with you (perhaps it makes up for the lack of care he pays to his men and to himself).

With sirens blaring on almost every street, with the distant sound of smashing glass and running feet, the odd scream and frantic yell, it's not unusual for a stray car to go blazing down your road, waking you up from your threshold consciousness as distantly you wonder where your clown is. You're exhausted, worked to the bone at your job, overworked and underpaid (as are we all), and then you go home to worry about having your home broken into (by someone other than J; he likes to keep you on edge with that sometimes), to be kept awake by all of the aforementioned noises... but J protects you, even and especially when you think he's far away or disinterested or anything else you tell yourself to cause yourself displaced pain late at night. You internalise your frustration with your life, and J is often the focus of such destructive thoughts.

But he does protect you. He knows most of the plans that go on in your area; all of his men are trained to spy on the lower-class criminals, while J spies on the upper-class criminals (they're the most boring ones, extremely predictable, which only makes it too easy for J to blow up one of their cars just for fun). Between he and his men, there is always a car stationed a block or so away from your workplace. A different car every shift, and every morning you wake up with a number plate drawn on the condensation of your mirror or scrawled in lipstick across the shower tiles or on your fridge. Always erasable, and never the same number plate twice.

Twice is a choice, predictable, an almost established pattern - dangerous. Only too easy for harm to come to you. Unthinkable.

The car will take you home before it's sent to be destroyed, the man will be killed later on. You never travel home in the same car, and you never have the same driver. J does not trust his men. They are dispensable. He always sees to their death himself; he's the only one he trusts, because someone else could say they killed the man who drove you home, but actions and words are different. J only trusts the former. The latter is mere decoration; it's nice, but it isn't necessary.

You walk yourself to work, or you take the bus or catch a taxi, but you are always delivered home. Anyone who gives you grief at work is mysteriously a winner of the lottery a week later and then they're inspired to travel the world or whatever it is people who suddenly come into an obscene amount of money do (J doesn't care, he just wants them to go. away), or they're gotten rid of in a messier, but much more fun way. Your rent is always somehow paid - J doesn't want you worrying about that. You can get your own groceries and whatnot, but the rent is always paid for you. When a night of crime is on the horizon for where you live, J 'advises' you stay home and men are posted around your entire neighbourhood to make sure that harm doesn't come close.

A good dose of fear is healthy in moderation, but it's everywhere for you because of where you live, and J tries to minimise it if you want him to. You wouldn't even need to ask for him to do it, he knows what you want and need. Reading you is easy for the man who spends the majority of his time with you, and he has a detailed knowledge of your many intricacies. You're always so tired from being kept awake by the noises outside your home, and J does what he can to make sure that word gets around about your neighbourhood being a, uh, ba-ad place to cause chaos in. It ain't much fun since there's not much to do there.

In truth, J is protecting you. Quieter nights, nicer co-workers; he does what he can. He never takes credit for it, he never tells you what he's done for you. But you know. You know how quiet J's love is, and yet you can hear him yelling it at you. It's loud and clear so there's no misunderstandings between the two of you and your place in his life is concrete, just as his place in your life is.

He is the chaos, and you are the every day. Mundane, but not boring. J is the fireworks in the sky, green and purple so you know it's him thinking of you and letting you know in one of his favourite ways. Red if he's telling you to stay home tonight, blue if he's telling you it's safe. Secret, careful ways, but you've learned them well across the time you've both been together.

You are the safe and warm home that J can get cleaned up in, rest in, you provide him with a reason to do what he does - not that he needs one, of course, J does what he does because he can and it's fun and he's good at it. You are the stillness of the night, the solace, the peace and the one thing J is extremely protective of.

Nothing and no one harms you. Nothing and no one can even get close, they die before they so much as think about it because J knows. He always knows.