#yes it's bad that bruce killed joker but do i care? no. fucking clown can eat shit

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Titans killed off Deathstroke AND the Joker AND Lex Luthor I fucking love this show

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Misconception that DC has tried to retroactively make the new canon to varying degrees

"Jason died because he was reckless and angry and wanted to prove himself - thus ignoring batman's order's to stay put and getting killed by the joker because his experience was inadequate to take him on"

What actually happened, largely abridged

"Jason was trying to prove himself to Batman" bull, actually - after Jason overheard Bruce and Alfred saying he should be benched from robin, he ran out of the house to clear his head, and returned to his old apartment. there, he unexpectedly came across the info that his mom wasn't actually his birth mom, and decided to go find her (bc Bruce is terrible with expressing his emotions, and inadvertently made both dick AND Jason feel like their place in his life/at the manor was dependent on being robin, so being fired feels a hell of a lot like being unwanted/kicked out - like. we know this. it happened with dick. It's gonna happen similarly but differently with Tim. it's a theme)

finding her just also happened to mean checking out various potential moms, not all of which were local, or even in the country...  so, sure, angry, but also really upset and all those other complicated emotions that come along with "I think my dad doesn't want me around anymore" and "oh wow i have a living parent out there in the world"

Bruce didn't even notice he ran away btw?? to another COUNTRY???? Bruce was tracking down Joker for a case and legit just HAPPENED to come across him bc his search for Joker coincided with Jason's search for his mother???? sir????????????? Jason is 15???? and also canonically so, so small. 4'6" i mean come on, not only is he objectively young but he definitely *looks* young, too

anyway they team up. it's kinda cute - also would have been low-key fun if Shiva *was* his mom I won't lie, but like, Cass exists and is so wonderful, that funky lil opportunity for additional bat and shiva drama was banked on

then they find Jason's mom and Bruce... leaves him with her???? Like, okay, sure, she's biologically related to him, and seems like a nice enough person bc she does work w a humanitarian organization, but sir. That is your small child you're leaving alone with a stranger in an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar COUNTRY can we re-think this decision.

shenanigans happen and they both team up again for the joker thing, which ends w Bruce running off to save civilians from a truck full of bombs or something, and Jason keeping an eye on the warehouse joker and his mom are in. B tells Jason to stay put, and Jason is annoyed but agrees. he has literally every intention of staying out of Joker's way while Batman is away!!

of course, baby 15 year old jason (and b!!) think jay's mom is being *forced* to work with joker. What's a baby to do when his mom comes out and says he needs to leave well enough alone?? a baby will tell her he's robin and can help, that's what!! That she doesn't need to worry and he's more capable of protecting her than she thinks! and what's a shitty mother who cares more about her reputation and money than a child's life to do?? Tell him joker isn't at the warehouse anymore, obviously, it's all totally fine and Jason should definitely come inside while she grabs some things - oh but yes please walk ahead of her, of course. And *then* she pulls a gun on on him, right before they meet the very clown she swore had left.

He's not expecting the joker! He definitely wasn't expecting his mother to lie to him!! Reckless, rash, and angry my ass. If anything killed Jason, it was that he put too much love and trust and the earnest will to see good in people.

And it's really fucking sad that, after all that trauma - his death and resurrection both - after feeling betrayed and forgotten by his family, feeling his life wasn't *worth* a damn in the end, that he ultimately lost that ability to see the good before the bad and just trust that there are better people in the world - from too much empathy to not nearly enough

[butwhyduh]

Dead Clown 🤡

Jason todd x reader

Warning: smut, murder but it’s okay.

Jason pulled his helmet off and ignored the rain that poured down his face. He had to see this without a filter. He even considered taking off the domino mask but he was out in the open. The pouring freezing rain had him shivering but Jason was unaware. He literally couldn’t believe the sight before him.

The joker was laying in his back, the pasty skin on his forehead was marred by 2 small holes. The back of his stupid green hair looked almost black when mixed with blood. Blood and water mixed in a pink puddle around his head. Jason forced himself to check for a pulse before hitting his comms.

“Bats, you need to get down here,” he said in a shocked voice. “The joker is dead.”

“..... are you okay,” Bruce said in a measured voice.

“I’m fine. He was dead when I got here,” Jason added knowing he was number one suspect.

“On the way.”

Batman and Red Robin showed up shortly with Robin not far behind. It didn’t take long for the detectives to believe Jason’s innocence. The evidence didn’t match him.

Jason sat on a piece of concrete near the scene as they worked. He had hoped to see this for years now. But it wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because Jason didn’t get his revenge or because it looked too neat. Two quick shots to the brain. Probably didn’t even see it coming before he was lights out.

Bruce walked over to him as the other two took photos and bagged evidence. A little blood here. Some fabric fibers there. No fingerprints because of the heavy rain but a bullet casing.

“Did you see who shot him?”

“No B. I literally got here and he was already out. He was supposed to have a drug drop but I guess that didn’t happen,” Jason said with a shrug.

“You were going to fight him alone,”Bruce said with a raised brow.

“No. Just reconnaissance. I would have called it in,” Jason defended himself. Bruce gave him a side look before moving on to the case.

“Commissioner Gordon is on the way,” Tim said. He held bags of evidence carefully in his lanky fingers. “We’re finish collecting-“

“Can we go home, father? It’s freezing cold,” Damian interrupted. Bruce sighed before looking at him.

“Red Robin was talking but yes, you both should back to the cave to process everything. Red Hood, you too. The commissioner knows you have a history with the joker so it’s best you leave too. I’ll take care of this,” Bruce said carefully. Any wrong word might set Jason off with his trauma over the death of his murderer.

“Uh yeah, sure man,” Jason said clearly distracted. He would usually argue with everything Bruce said and this made Bruce even more worried for the young man. He sent a quick message to Dick before the commission met got there.

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“We’re running the tests right now and there really isn’t much else to do. Robin already went to bed. Go home Hood and get some sleep,” Tim said by the computers. Jason hadn’t bothered to get out of his suit or shower.

“How long? How long until you get results?”

“Oh, uhhh maybe 12 hours? A while. Sorry DNA testing isn’t like in the movies. The meta or clone tests are even longer. It probably won’t be until tomorrow night that we know anything,” Tim said turning in his chair. “Get some sleep.”

Jason considered giving him a nasty comment but held it. He certainly felt dead on his feet and had a nice warm woman waiting at home for him.

“Call when you know anything,” he said with a growl.

“Yeesh, yeah. I will,” Tim said backing away. “Say it. Don’t spray it,” he muttered as Jason walked away.

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Jason trudged into the apartment leaving wet clothing in his wake until he stumbled to bed in nothing but his boxer briefs. You were going to be mad at him for the mess in the morning but that could wait. He looked at you asleep on the bed. You looked so sweet and innocent. Like an angel compared to his dirty hands that practically dripped blood every night.

He slid under the blanket and pressed close to your warm form. You gasped awake before relaxing when you realized it was just Jason. Did you not realize he could kill you 84 different ways in your sleep? It didn’t really matter as you snuggled your head into the crook of his neck and slid your legs to entangle with his. Jason’s arms automatically wrapped around you and rubbed your back until your breathing was even in sleep. He stared at the ceiling until the hint of dusk could be seen outside.

Jason woke with a gasp followed by a moan as he felt perfect wet heat encompass his dick. He looked down to see the blankets move rhythmically as you slid your mouth along his dick. He blinked himself more awake to truly enjoy it.

It wasn’t the first time you had woken him as such but it was certainly a rare occurrence. Reserved for birthdays and Christmas, he couldn’t imagine what he did to deserve such a wonderful wake up.

“Fuck! Princess,” he groaned as you swirled before taking him deep. You hummed questionably.

“What did I, mmmm, do to deserve such a fuck! Perfect mouth. Perfect wake up,” he said pushing covers down to show you between his legs. You looked up at him with big innocent eyes as you licked long hot strips up his cock. You took him deep in your mouth before sliding off with a pop.

“I can’t spoil you?” You purred and he twitched. How did he get so lucky? “Do you want to finish in my mouth or can I ride you first?” You asked and he god honest choked on his spit.

“Baby, *cough* whatever you want, what. Ever. you want,” he said and you grinned before climbing up his body to straddle him. His hands ran along the side of your body before gripping your hips. You sunk down on him with a little mewl.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so wet. Do you like... do you like sucking my cock?” He asked breathlessly.

“Of course, Jaybird. Sometimes I touch myself when I blow you, like today,” you admitted with a sweet little giggle. He almost came right them. How could you say the dirtiest things while being the sweetest person he’d ever known?

Jason reached his thumb down to rub your clit as you moved. You whined before nodding at him. Your mouth fell open and your hips sped up. He knew that you weren’t going to last long. You really did get hot and bothered blowing him. You made little whined and whimpers before moaning his name loudly as you came. Your body clenching on him was enough and he thrust up into you as he came as well. You bent down and kissed him deeply. Jason was panting by the time you pulled back.

“Loved that for sure, but what the hell was that, Princess,” Jason asked breathlessly as you climbed off and threw on some clothing. You chuckled a little before tossing him his boxers.

“Just wanted to wake you up this morning. Do you want some pancakes, Jay,” you asked. He sat up and pulled them on.

“You certainly did. And I never say no to food. Especially my favorite food,” Jason said with a grin. “Is it secretly my birthday? Am I dying and you’re prepping me beforehand?”

You laughed. “You already did that, baby.”

Jason gasped a little before laughing.

“I just wanted to treat you like you deserve. Pick a movie. There’s a new slasher out that you can tear apart,” you said walking in the kitchen and grinned at Jason’s heart eye look he gave you.

He looked through the movies without paying them much mind. He’d seen the joker dead the day before and now his girlfriend was spoiling him. He didn’t know what to think about. He’d think about the joker finally being dead. He couldn’t hurt Jason or those near him any more. You’d been kidnapped 6 months earlier and it had almost ripped Jason apart when he found you bloody and beaten. Luckily alive though.

Then he thought about how sweet you were. A perfect angel who had nothing to do with that life. You couldn’t kill someone if you tried. He just wanted to keep you in an innocent bubble, especially after being kidnapped.

“Jay? Jason?” You said near him and he jumped. He had been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you coming over to him with a plate of food. Heart shaped pancakes covered in whipped cream stared up at him and Jason had a little grin on his face.

“Sorry, thanks. This looks good,” he said and you grinned before sitting with your own. Jason turned on a movie and sat next to you to eat.

Jason’s phone rang.

He gave you an apologetic look before answering.

“Yeah,” he answered before quickly standing up to talk in another room. Definitely bat business, it sounded like. He came back in a few minutes putting on his suit. He bent and shoved most of a pancake in his mouth. Jason pulled you to your feet and swirled you around before holding you by the waist. You giggled.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I’ve got to work. But when I get back, I’m making up for this morning, okay? Breakfast was amazing,” he said before pulling you into a dizzying kiss. You nodded before he left.

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Jason arrived at the cave and realized something was instantly wrong. Tim, Dick, Damian, Bruce, and even Alfred were waiting for him around the computers. He slowly walked up. They didn’t think he did it, did they? Jason looked around in case of a fight.

“I have some bad news,” Dick said. Jason just stared at him. Dick sighed. “We know who killed the joker. You won’t like it. You- you might want to sit down.”

Jason frowned at his tone. It was the tone you used when telling a kid their parents died. He looked at the computer to see surveillance footage of the roof where he found the joker. He clenched his fist as the mad man walked in the screen.

“You know, this is the worst meeting place in the world,” joker said with a laugh. Jason’s eyebrows rose. He hasn’t expected audio. “So what do you have that I might want on the birds?”

A female voice off camera could be heard saying, “peace of mind.”

“Doubt you could give me that Princess,” he said in a mocking tone. His posture was casual even though the lower half of a woman’s body had walked into the screen and she held a gun in hand pointed at him. She froze at his words.

Jason couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

“Yeah, I know,” joker said. “I forget faces. Too many changing and quite a few people are a little two faced,” he said with a laugh. “But I never forget a voice. You sounded so much more sweet when you were crying tied to a chair. And the way you sobbed when I brought out the crowbar.... music to my ears. I bet it just reminded you of a certain bird that just didn’t quite make it the first time.”

“Shut up. I- I don’t care,” she said. Jason’s heart was in his throat. He knew exactly who that was before Tim’s DNA tests were complete. She moved around a little nervously.

“Honey, Princess,” he said drawn out in a mock of Jason’s voice. “Unless you plan on using that gun, put it down and we can play a game. You like games? You play one with the red bat all the time. Does he know? Does he know that you’ve been hunting me for.... geez, since you were kidnapped I’d bet.”

“Now drop that gun and I show you what pain really feels like,” he growled and she shot him in the forehead before he moved. He made a disconnected sound before falling to his knee, perfect height to be seen in the camera. She shot him again between the eyes and he fell back silently. His body splashed on the rainy roof before blood began to pool behind his head. The woman looked for a second, her body language painfully stiff, before running out the way she came.

The cave was silent as Jason realized what he just saw. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. Has she- did she-??

“I assume the DNA matches?” He asked and Tim nodded before sliding him a paper copy. 98% match. Only chance it wasn’t you was an evil twin or clone but no, he noticed the clothing and mannerisms. It was you.

“Are you going to bring her in?” Bruce asked quietly and Jason gaped.

“I sure as shit ain’t. She killed the man who kidnapped her and abused her. That sounds like self defense to me,” he defended. Dick looked at him in pity and Jason quickly looked away.

“It was premeditated, Jason,” Bruce reminded him.

“I know. I’ll take care of it. She’s not going to prison. I’ll talk to her,” he said. Bruce gave him a hard look. “You come near her- I swear to god, Bruce. I’ll shoot you myself.”

Jason got up to leave. Dick moved out of his way. He wasn’t getting in this.

“Jason,” Bruce said but Jason was already gone.

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Jason was a pretty smart guy but he was completely shocked at this moment. What possessed you to kill the joker? To seek him out? A man that tried to kill you and you were willing to meet him alone? Not even Jason wanted to do that. And that morning you were treating Jason special. He thought for a second that you killed the joker for him. It chilled him to the bone but he put that thought out of his head. No, you had your own reasons to do it.

Jason walked in the apartment cautiously. Who knows how you would be acting, the perfect girlfriend or finally breaking down when you realized you killed a man. He found you in the bedroom asleep. You didn’t look like you had just killed someone and for a second Jason had doubt but the video and DNA didn’t lie.

He crawled in bed with you. You pulled him close and laid your head on his chest and Jason’s heart hurt. You looked fine but killing people left scars and your first time killing someone was not something you forget.

You woke with a gasp and cry hours later. You trembled and grasped at Jason tightly. He woke up confused before pulling you closer.

“Hey, Princess, I’m right here. You’re okay,” he said rubbing your back and holding you close. “What’s going on?”

“I see him. When I sleep. Every time,” you breathed almost in tears. Jason kissed your cheek and he felt wetness on your skin. You had been crying. He didn’t want to ask but now was as good a time as any.

“Princess, what did you do last night?” Jason asked so quietly. You looked up at him quickly and it confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Nothing. I was here. All night. Wh-why?” You asked, lying terribly. Jason sighed. He closed his eyes before willing himself to speak.

“You know I’m a detective. I can tell that you’re lying,” Jason started gently.

“What does that mean,” you said a little too quickly. Your breathing started to speed up again and Jason hated the look of fear on your face.

“I’m not mad. I won’t turn you in. Just tell me what happened,” he said softly, watching you intently. You wanted to shrink away a little.

“I can’t,” you whispered. Your eyes started to water and you blinked them away.

“Did you do it? Did you kill him? I can help you,” Jason said and you froze. “Talk to me.”

“I-I did,” you said looking at him in terror. Your eyes were red rimmed. “I did.”

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you tight to his body. You broke down in little sobs and clung to him. “I’m so sorry that you thought you had to. I should have. I’m sorry.” He wrapped you up and made little shhh noises and you cried until you fell back asleep.

You woke up later with a pounding headache wrapped up tightly against Jason. He was on his phone but sat it down when he saw you were up.

“Hey,You don’t have to worry about it. I’ve taken care of everything,” he said ever so gently. You nodded.

“What does that mean?” You asked slowly.

“Red Hood took the wrap on it. No great loss with one less psycho in Gotham. Harley Quinn had an impromptu parade with hyenas and jugglers and everything. Nightwing made an appearance. Dick said Barbie slept through the night for the first time in months and she said she’d help you with anything you need,” Jason said trying to be positive. You gave him a dry smile.

“That’s nice. What about- what about Batman?” You asked.

“He’s Batman. But he’ll get over it. And the next time you kill a murderous clown, let me help. He could have killed you. And if anyone knows how to hide a body, it’s me,” Jason said giving you a squeezing hug. You smiled despite yourself.

“I’ll remember that. I’m a little sad I missed the hyena parade,” you admitted.

“Oh she’s having a parade every day this week. An anonymous donor gave her a ton of fireworks. Fairly certain it was Tim,” Jason said.

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Red Hood and the lost art of telling Joker to shup up.  

Okay, I know that I talked about Jason and Joker in a recent post but this is something different, I promise.

I really want to talk about how different Jason has been written since UtRH when it comes to him confronting Joker. Jason hasn’t been put in that position a lot but the times that he has, he lets Joker talk for far too long and actually pays attention to whatever he has to say.

The Jason vs Joker thing is basic in on itself and letting Joker talk isn’t exactly the problem here, the real problem is Jason letting Joker’s thoughts shape his future thoughts and decisions, I do understand that that’s exactly what writers want though, they want to build the problematic of: “Jason is just like Joker and the fact that he uses the name Red Hood only proves that Joker made who Jason is now”.

But the thing is that THAT problem is overdone at this point and the only time it worked was the first time it was brought up and it worked because Jason shut the Joker down.

Let’s see all the times (that I remember) the Joker and Jason have had a little chat and/or the times Joker’s words actually influence Jason’s thinking and decision making.

 Under the Red Hood – Batman (1940) #649

This is the first real confrontation we get to see between Jason and Joker after Jason’s death and it is beautiful. It's absolutely amazingly written, Joker goes on and on forever about how he killed Jason about how Jason is just as bad as him but that he is also just like Batman because he hasn’t killed him yet.

“You let me live after everything I did, you couldn’t pop my balloon. You just couldn’t. The apple doesn’t tumble too far from the paterfamilias. You are just like daddy-kins”

Jason lets him talk, yes. But he absolutely destroys Joker with what he tells him next.

“You couldn’t be more wrong about me. If right were a country on earth you’d be circling on the edge of the milky way. Yeah, I let you live but like always, every damned minute of your addled, posturing, psychopathic life, you think this is about you. You’re a worm. I’ve pitched you on a hook and dropped you into the brine. And I will beat the hell out of you Pagliacci because it was too much fun not to.”

“Listen to me Joker, I’m not you. I´m nothing like you. I know what I do and I know why I do it. You, you are, clinically speaking, a whack-job. But I know a secret, a good one.”

“You are not nearly as crazy as you would like us all to believe or even as crazy as you would like to believe. It just makes it easier to justify every sick monstrous thing you’ve ever done when you play the part of the mad clown. You are crazy, bubba, but you ain’t that crazy. Look at that. I wiped a smile off of Joker’s face. I have been waiting a long time for that.”

Everything about this is perfect, Jason gives Joker no room to mess with him. Whatever the Joker had planned on saying he had to eat because Jason wasn’t playing games and he was ready for any kind of lie the Joker had ready to tell. This is Jason Todd. He won’t let the Joker get under his skin because he knows the Joker and he, also, knows better. 

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #15

Here Jason comes across Joker during the “Death of the Family” event. In this issue the Joker has information about all of the members of the “Batfamily” and he uses that to mess around with each one of them, in Jason’s case he insinuates that he was present in very specific moments of his life when Jason’s father got shot, when his mother overdosed and when he was on his own before joining Batman.

Jason doesn’t quite believe that Joker was there but as the reader, we can see this sort of sense of doubt in Jason. He hesitates a few times before resolving that the Joker is playing with him.

But as far as this issue goes let’s just say that what the Joker says doesn’t get to Jason, this changes though in the issue that follows up this story.

Teen Titans (2011) #16

This is where that story continues and where Jason starts to buy the story that Joker is selling.

Joker convinces Jason that he has his father and Tim’s father and that the only way for Jason (or Tim) to save their dads is by killing the other (Jason or Tim). Tim doesn’t believe it but Jason is ready to shoot Tim almost immediately.

However, Jason changes his mind about killing Tim just as Tim comes up with a plan for them to not actually have to kill each other. Here is where Lobdell’s writing shows all of its flaws, Lobdell is so desperate to show that Jason and Tim are besties that he forgets that Jason had no reason to stop trying to kill Tim to save his shit father because it is later revealed that Jason truly believed that Joker had found his father and had him captive. It wasn’t until Tim explained his thought process as to why those men weren’t their dads that Jason just goes “you realize, of course, the only reason I didn’t kill you right off is that I knew your big brain will figure out some way out of this” HA, nice save Lobdell but I see right through your bullshit.

Jason bought what the Joker was selling and that is the beginning of Jason’s downgrade when it comes to not playing Joker’s games.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #17

Well, in this issue Lobdell goes back to Jason kinda not believing what Joker told him, and Jason asks Bruce of all people if he thinks the Joker truly “made him or not”. Bruce says that he doesn’t believe that and that he didn’t have anything to do with the man that Jason has become either. For some reason, Jason is actually happy with what Bruce said and for a couple of moments, Jason goes back to being sure that the Joker knows nothing and that he is his own man.

It doesn’t last long though. At the very end of the issue, the trap that Joker had set up in Jason’s helmet triggers and Jason gets his face fucked up with acid or something.

But that’s not all because a hologram of Joker has something to say: “you were supposed to be my masterpiece from start to finish. But you were too stubborn to stay dead. So here is what we are going to do… You’re so determined to be your own man? Fine, let’s start with a clean slate”.

Basically, the Joker insinuates once more that he had something to do with who Jason was supposed to become and that Jason isn’t truly “his own man”, This is all a setup for a very dense storyline that will be continued in this run later.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #18

In this issue, Jason is in a coma after he is dosed with that gas in the previous issue. The Joker isn’t really present in this issue but he does make an appearance as part of Jason’s “nightmare” while he is unconscious.

That’s not all though, Jason has an illusion of Ducra (someone that he appreciates a lot), telling him that “after you left the All-Castle after you went back to the world you continued to let your life be defined by the actions of that man. You became a killer, lashing out at people who may or may not have deserved it. Eventually, you will hurt all those you have cared for. In that way, how are you any different from the Joker?”.

In this statement, there is a lot of wrongs that can come from two places, either bad writing on Lobdell’s part or just Ducra telling lies as a plot point.

“Let your life be defined by the actions of that man” is a sentence that horribly simplifies Jason’s thinking during the events of UtRH, because while he did resent the Joker, his real problem was with Bruce who had not avenged his death by killing the Joker himself. Also, Jason was doing other things back then, like being a pain in the ass for Black Mask and disrupting the drug trade in Gotham as well as trying to control the drug dealing to children. So that little sentence is just a gross misinterpretation of the true events which means that Ducra was wrong, and “she” continues to be wrong when she says that there might be no difference between Jason and Joker.

Luckily Jason thinks the same because he tells “Ducra”: “…don’t you dare compare me to that monster Ducra. I am nothing like the Joker! Nothing!”

Once again please don’t be fooled by Jason’s thinking because in the next issue it turns around really fast and really bad.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #19

Just a heads up this issue has a change of writer, Lobdell isn’t writing this arc, the writer that gives us this hellish story arc is James Tynion IV.

All that talk about Jason not being affected or not believing what the Joker told him is yeeted out of the window and it’s not a fun ride.

In this issue, Roy and Kory find a Jason that doesn’t know who they are or who he, himself, is. This is because S’aru that little floaty little shit took his memories away after Jason asked him to do so, well Jason asked S’aru to erase every memory that darkness has touched (Joker) and he does that. But him doing that is apparently erasing everything which, holy shit, how messed up is that?

But let’s take a look at what Jason says before he gets his memories taken away: “Not only did the Joker almost take my face, but he tells me he might have manipulated my entire life from the beginning! Even the good is tainted by him now. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t have that kind of doubt. If you take it away, I can go on living. I can keep fighting”. So, yeah that was a pretty emo speech. But the thing here is that if Jason is asking this dude to erase every memory that has been tainted by the Joker and he erases all of them then we might be facing one of two situations, either Joker has been messing up with Jason’s life from the beginning or S’aru is just a little bitch.

We will later find out in #20 that S’aru and Ducra planned the whole thing, meaning that they took all of his memories for ulterior motives not because the Joker had actually tainted all of them.

For many issues Jason has no memories and now that I am revisiting these issues, I now remember the twisted and completely insane plot they came up with for the “League of Assassins” and Jason being the “Chosen One”, everything was happening in this run, my god, it's like they wanted Jason to be the center of every single trope in writing history.

It’s in issue #26 that Jason asks for his memories back but the Joker having tainted his memories or not isn’t important anymore to anyone, including the writer (because he is too focused on telling this messy story), Jason (because he has enough problems at the moment) and the reader (because this book makes zero sense and it changes the story and motivations every single issue).

But there is another truth to be revealed in the next issue.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #27

Jason has planned along Ducra and S’aru to give up all of his memories to be cleansed so he could defeat Ra’s Al Ghul. But (there is always a but) Ducra says this: “Your greatest enemy returned and nearly took your face away from you. And in the process, shook your sense of identity to the core” “The final battle here will take place in the Well of Sins, and with all the doubt and fear clouding your mind, it would eat you whole”.

So yeah, now we have confirmation from Ducra that Jason had indeed let what the Joker told him cloud his sense of self and made him doubt who he was and if he really was in control.

All that back and forth for these many issues just to say, yes, Jason let Joker’s words affect him.

So here it is, let Joker get in Jason’s head to build the plot of a story, fantastic, the story was a mess because it had so much information, the mischaracterizations of Roy and Kory were at their maximum potential, and in this particular story arc not only are the events of Red Hood: The Lost Days officially erased from Jason’s canon but something quite out there is added to Jason’s canon from before he was even Robin (that’s a whole different story that I won’t be talking about here).

What an insane ride this arc was. Definitely not the kind of story I enjoy in a Red Hood book but that’s just my preference.

*This whole arc was written by James Tynion IV.

Red Hood/Arsenal #11

Joker is dead during the events of this run but the person who has something to say to Jason about how the Joker made the person that he is now is Duela Dent (“Joker’s daughter”, she isn’t his daughter she just found Joker’s face somewhere and she puts it on and “becomes” crazy, she is an incredibly weird character).

She says this, “You’re a lot like dad in that way” to which Jason says “He is not my father. He’s not even your father” but Duela continues by saying. “You’re kidding yourself if you genuinely believe that. Yeah, he took your life but look what you got in its place, you ingrate. You got your freedom. You were reborn.” 

Jason doesn’t fall for it or anything of the sort but once again writers are bringing up the Joker as the maker of the Red Hood and “suggesting” that what Jason has been doing and who he has become is all thanks to Joker. The idea of Jason having no free will is still present in this narrative, even when Jason doesn’t believe it.

Red Hood/Arsenal #12

I talked too soon because in this issue Jason is having some weird thoughts.

“Funny, isn’t it, so easy to call Duela “crazy” because she wears a dead man’s face. Because isn’t that what I’m doing? Before he was the Joker, he was the Red Hood. So maybe the line between men and the Joker’s daughter is a lot thinner than I’d like to admit.”

Here he is comparing himself to Duela and to the Joker to an extent, writers often bring up the fact that Jason uses the code name that his killer once had and they have people or Jason himself questioning why he uses that name.

Personally, I don’t think there is much to build from it (at least not from the perspective of Lost Days and UtRH), it was just a joke, a morbid one if you will. He wears the mantle of the person that destroys Gotham and fills its people with fear while he is trying to control the city’s drug trade and trying to keep the people safe in his own way. And the way he wanted to do it is almost the complete opposite of the way that Batman does things.

I just think that he is being ironic and acidic about the whole thing. He has obviously moved on from the fact that Joker killed him but he has issues with the fact that Batman has yet another child working with him while the Joker is still alive. And Jason really wanted to make Bruce suffer, so him taking the name and a similar appearance to how the joker used to look is also done to get a reaction from Bruce.

I really don’t think there is any sort of connection to make between Jason and Joker beyond that, much like there is no connection between the name Nightwing and the Court of Owls. Even though Lincoln March tried to convince Dick Grayson that he chose the name Nightwing because Owls fly at night and that meant that he was supposed to become a Talon and all that Dick still didn’t believe it because he knew why he chose that name and no one can twist his reason.

Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) #10

Finally, I can stop re-reading New 52 books, I don’t enjoy it but I have to do it if I want to talk/complain about stuff.

This one is a little different because while Jason does talk with the Joker, the Joker isn’t really there he is just part of Jason’s imagination just like the Robin Jason that he is also seeing.

In this story, Jason is helping Artemis discover who she is but he gets captured in Qurac, yup that place, and worst of all from where he is being held, he can see the place where he died. All of that is helping Jason have some very vivid memories/illusions. He does actively hold a conversation with the imaginary Joker and Robin Jason though, and he is also having a lot of thoughts that let us know how the Joker affects Jason.

“This is why it was stupid of me to come back to Qurac. Even to help Artemis, even if I thought I could handle it. Physically, I am alone, but in my head? I’m drowning in memories of the worst day of what was my very short life. The day I was murdered.”

That’s what Jason is thinking but what I write next is what Jason’s saying as he talks to the imaginary Joker.

“Not interested in replaying this over again, like I have every night of my life since it happened Joker”

So, we are told that Jason thinks about that day very often, the Joker might not be involved much in Jason’s books but he definitely has a bigger role inside of Jason’s head. They chat for a bit up until Jason decides to “kill” the Joker, he knows, of course, that it is not real but it does give him satisfaction. (If only they would have let Jason actually kill the clown for real, or at the very least chase him just to show the reader that Jason does actually want to finish the job since the Bat won’t do it himself).

Having said all that, Joker’s imaginary death doesn’t last long because Jason is trapped in his mind and the Joker is basically functioning on a loop inside of it.

That is where the problem lies in this issue because Jason is letting us know that he is still heavily influenced by what happened that day and that he hasn’t been able to walk away from it. But once more that’s not the worst thing, because all of these thoughts have led Jason to think that he (in the present and as a fifteen-year-old) is the one to blame for having ended up dead. Yeah, it is messed up.

This is what Jason says to imaginary Robin Jason, “He is never going to die, Jason. Not here. Not in my mind, not if at some point I don’t stand up and walk away from my memories. From you.”

This is a major downgrade, from the Jason that we had in UtRH because that Jason had moved on from the fact that he had been killed what he was looking for was for Batman to avenge his death. He had other things in mind as well, like I said before in this post Jason had a lot of things going on, killing Joker wasn’t his only plan.

And this situation (written by Lobdell) is also very different from what was going on in New 52 where Jason being influenced by the Joker was used to build a plot. This is just a writer letting us know that this “new version” of Jason hasn’t worked out his problems when it comes to his death and his killer. That means that we are going backward.

After he realizes that he was unconscious all that time and that he was being tortured he does get his shit together in order to get out of captivity and go help Artemis.

The Joker and that whole thing that happened in his mind aren’t mentioned again, it was just for the reader to know that Rebirth Jason has unsolved issues with his death.

Batman: Three Jokers #1

Oh yes, here we are, we have arrived to that dreaded book, awful writing gorgeous art. In this book, the “Joker made Jason as he is now” trope is at its full potential; Johns drives this hellish truck of a book at full speed into our homes and then ends it by giving us one of the worst takes on Jason Todd’s characterization ever.

But first, let’s talk about the Joker and Jason interaction in the first issue. As Jason and Barbara are left alone with the Joker that they came across moments ago the Joker begins talking because that’s what he does.

He says this, “I’m the loop-de-loop, the hamster-wheel-of-doom. The cycle of pain each one of you is trapped in. Take “Red Hood” here, for example. Have you ever wondered why he uses my former moniker? Who in their right mind would take on the identity of their killer? Am I right?”

He is obviously being a little shit on purpose and is waiting to see if somebody will take the bait. Jason is the first to talk and he says this: “I took it because I’m owning what you did to me. You made me into this. I will be your destruction”.

Congratulations Jason, you took the bait, and now Barbara will fight with you over it.

Jason raises his gun to “break the cycle” and Barbara is like “please don’t do it” and boy is Joker having the time of his life! Both of these idiots are playing his game, Johns really did both Jason and Barbara dirty with this.

Here is where THE problem with letting the Joker talk is. This Joker got under Jason’s skin in seconds and Barbara did nothing while it happened.

This is what the Joker had to say. “Let’s look at the facts here bat-people. I bashed this boy’s skull in. I killed this Robin” to which Jason says “You didn’t kill me, you only made me stronger” which is weird because the Joker did kill him so I don’t know what kinda comeback that was supposed to be but Joker wasn’t done because he continues by saying “Yes, you crawled from the shallow grave I left you in. You lived on to fight another day. Hurrah! You survived because of your tenacity! Or maybe… maybe I beat you to a bloody mess… I took you right to the edge… because I wanted to leave you alive.”

Great that’s where the clown is going, just fantastic, more of the “I made you” but that’s not all because the Joker tells Jason that him having hurt Jason wasn’t because he didn’t like Jason, it was all about Batman, Jason doesn’t matter.

But that’s not the worse thing that was written in this awful book, Geoff Johns seems to have felt that the trauma that Jason went through in the original “Death in the Family” story wasn’t enough because he decided to add something new.

That’s why the Joker says this next, “Do you recall what you said to me while I was breaking your head in with that crowbar? As your blood streamed into your eyes and your skull cracked? Because I cherish those words. I’ll always cherish them. ‘Please stop! Please! If you let me live, I’ll do anything you say. I’ll be your Robin’” “And look at you now my little “Red Hood” shooting up people and making Batman’s life miserable! You are my Robin!”

What a nightmare Johns decided to put Jason and Jason Nation through huh? I hate this, this is the worst thing that has ever been written in a Jason Todd story (although I can say that about many things that were written in this three-issue book).

Jason kills the Joker after he says all that, Barbara does (for some reason) try to stop him from doing it but luckily, she can’t stop Jason.

But here is the thing, Jason killing the Joker doesn’t make me feel as satisfied as I would have liked, and it doesn’t feel that way because Jason let Joker talk for far too long and what Joker said ended up getting in Jason’s head and messing with him.

Batman: Three Jokers #2

Yeah, there is no rest for us, Jason Nation, in this issue Jason goes looking for another Joker to kill and he finds one but he gets captured. Johns really had to get Jason naked for Joker to torture him mentally and physically? Johns is, himself, a major red flag but that’s not what I am here to talk about.

In this issue the Joker that captures Jason has the same things to say as the other one, DC writers really have no imagination when it comes to building conflict between Joker and Jason, huh?

Anyway, Joker says this, “tell me something. Why would you put on that helmet and call yourself Red Hood after what we did?” Jason of course replies “Come on, is every one of you copycats gonna ask me the same thing? It’s a joke” the answer isn’t enough for Joker (the two of them that are here with Jason) so he continues talking. “A joke? We left you with brain damage and permanent nerve pain. Physical and emotional trauma so severe that the only relief you ever find is when you inflict pain on others. You and me, boy, we’re more alike than you’d care to admit. But you know that already. You nearly died and you blame the Batman. You hate him for it. Me too. You hate him most of all don’t you?”

Now, here is the thing, that whole thing is bullshit, none of it makes sense. From Jason having permanent nerve pain to Jason hating Batman the most, everything is a lie. And my confusion here is that I don’t know if I have to feel like Joker is doing it on purpose to be a little bitch or if Geoff Johns was on crack when he wrote this and he had actually never heard of Jason Todd in his life before.

The whole thing is a mess, it feels like he is writing Jason from an origin and story that we never read. I don’t know how to explain it, but the whole thing feels cheap, it’s a cheap trope and it’s a cheap take on who Jason Todd is, was, and will be.

The nightmare doesn’t end Jason Nation because these two Jokers have something else in mind, you see, if they said that they made the Red Hood when they killed Jason the first time, maybe if they kill him this time then he could possibly come back as the Joker. Yeah, this book did nothing for Jason.

Let’s make something clear, Jason does NOT hate Batman/Bruce for not being able to save him, he hates the fact that Batman/Bruce didn’t kill the Joker to avenge him. That simple thing doesn’t exist in Three Jokers and that’s why things like the ones that happen next are allowed to happen in this story.

Bruce and Barbara find Jason and when Bruce asks if he is okay Jason just goes berserk, he says: “Am I all right? What do you think Bruce?! You did this to me. You put me on this path. And I do hate you for it. For leaving me in the dirt. Replacing me one Robin after another without a thought.”

This, everybody is what you get when you mix bad writing with Jason being mentally manipulated by the Joker.

It's a shame that Jason is being treated this way at this point in time, in a book that came out in 2020 when Jason was able to shut the clown up with a knife and a couple of words back in 2005. What a downgrade.

At the end of this issue, Jason is safe and recovering but he still is in the same mindset, he says, “What the Joker said about how I’ve been on the path to being like them for years… they are not wrong. I don’t want to be like them though. I really don’t.”

It’s like a never-ending wheel of pain with this book. Jason is talking to Barbara when he says that and he is trying to look for comfort in her. And here is where the Jason/Barbara subplot begins and I only bring this up because something that happens in the next issue is based on the kiss that Barbara gave Jason but then was like “that doesn’t mean anything, I was just trying to comfort you”. Johns shouldn’t be allowed to write Barbara and Jason ever again.

Batman: Three Jokers #3

It’s in this issue that we find out the big subplot that Johns has prepared for Jason, are you ready for it? Yup, Jason should stop being the Red Hood because if he keeps it up, he will eventually become the Joker.

I know, I know! Jason would never stop being Red Hood, he is not on a path to become the Joker, that’s crazy! Jason’s Red Hood is a character on its own and he is amazing and just because he has different morals from Batman doesn’t mean that he is a bad guy! Right?...

“I’ll give up being Red Hood for us. I can be something else. Or I can be just Jason.”

To this day I cannot believe that those words supposedly were written by Jason Todd to Barbara Gordon after Barbara rejected him three times. The level of “what the fuck is this” is incredibly high with this one…

This whole book was a mess and I am so glad that it didn’t last longer.

Anyway, that’s it. In conclusion, Jason didn’t let the Joker get under his skin the first time they interacted after he came back from the dead but later when DC decided that UtRH was just too good of a book they came up with stories where Joker does get under Jason’s skin and Jason becomes convinced that he has no free will (or at the very least he doubts his free will) when it comes to him becoming his own man.

As I have said before, that for Jason Todd is a major downgrade. And it's one of the many things that hurts Jason’s characterization in current comics.

[wthcew]

JayTim, flirting, falling in love and cuddles and JJ Tim who gor adopted by Harley and Ivy pretty please??

Sweetie, you just jumped on my train of JJ fics, I hope you don't mind that I added a little bit of smut

I'm so sorry it took me that long to write it, I hope you like it!

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30 days

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The first time he heard about it he was under the ground. He felt like he was choking, his helmet somewhere unknown and with it his communication with Oracle. He isn't talking to B (not after he chose the fucking Joker over him) but he does help Nightwing sometimes, and oh, did he wished right now that he would have never let Dick in his safehouse.

Nightwing and Red Hood were about to bust a drag ring, but the thing is, it was an ambush, so now they're both under ground, Hood's leg impaled to the ground by an iron pillar from one of the walls that exploded and that they're buried under, his helmet in an unknown place and 'wing trying to call for help.

Jason tried to slow his breath but being under ground is bringing back bad memories (He can't breathe, he's locked, and all he want right now is his dad-) of being six feet under and he's hysterical- because everything is hurting and broken and half his face are burned and he can't breathe so please, please he just want his dad, "please dad come save me"-

He's so gone into his mind, letting his panic control him that he's flinching away when Dick touching his shoulder, but it's pulling him out of his head (and just when did the tears started to spill out of his eyes?), and Dick is looking at him, the whites lenses of his domino mask are gone and instead Jason's getting those blue eyes that are full with concern.

"It's okay Jay" Dick smiled at him, a small smile that somehow made Jason believe that it's okay. "B and baby bat are on their way right now," Dick's hand found Jason's and he squeezed it in reassuring. Jason returned the squeeze. "We will be fine"

...

"Did someone ever told you about the kid who almost killed Joker?" Dick asked after couple minutes of silence, when Jason's breath is under control and he isn't so much as hysterical as he was couple of minutes before.

Jay turned his head to Dick, "No" his voice was hoarse, too hoarse for his own ears but Dick didn't seems to mind, he just nodded his head and smiled softly at him.

"He was thirteen years old back then, Joker took him, when Babs still was Batgirl" And at that moment Dick's comn beeped and after five minutes they were out of the ground, Bruce and Damian next to Dick, checking if he's fine while Jason took his helmet, the hole in his leg isn't that bad and when Dick looking at him the Red Hood already swing away.

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The second time he heard about it was because he wanted to, he was curious and he wanted to know what happened to the kid, what made a thirteen years old kid almost kill the Joker.

So, he was on his couch, his leg bandaged and a cup of hot tea on the coffe table, his laptop open and working and the reading lamp's orange light made his shadow look like some villain from kids cartoon.

It's hard to find anything about it but he is (A bat) Red Hood, if he wants to he'll find out what happened back then. And he want to.

So Jason cracked his fingers and started to work.

The seconds became to minutes that became to hours of work and clicking on his keyboard, it's hard to find anything because apparently this whole story is shushed and all Jason gathered until now came from a video of the news report and all they said there was that Joker broke out of Arkham and decided he wanted a son, kidnapped some unlucky kid and deleted the boy's personality with electrical shocks until he becamed Joker Junior, and then he kept torturing the kid until the Batman and Batgirl found the kid, broken minded and holding a gun to Joker's head.

It was quite the story, but Jason didn't know what happened later, who the kid was or what happened to him.

But he will, just to know if the kid's okay. Or to ask why he hadn't pulled the trigger..

So he kept digging, looking for anything that may conect to the story. And that's how Jason found himself reading article about Jack and Jent Drake disowning their only child Tim Drake. The kid was only thirteen back then, and all he took before he took off from the face of earth was a stuffed Kola and a camra.

And it may be his curiosity about this because he don't remember the kid and apparently they were neighbors or the JJ thing but he knows that he'll find Tim Drake.

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Jent Drake died two years after she disowned Tim in a car crash, her husband got depressed and started looking for Tim to reown him but then he met Dana Winters.

There was some love story there that Jason wasn't really that interested in reading but in the end they married and left Gotham, never coming back. And the most annoying thing is, that Tim was never found.

But he did found out that there was some kid that helped Harley and Ivy sometimes, he had a faded red hoodie and faded green jeans.

The hoodie's hat always hiding his face and from the little Jason saw, his skin was more white than normal human skin.

Jason couldn't find a lot of photos of the kid but he did find one of Harley hugging the kid.

Jason looked at the photo, it was fuve years old, when Tim desperate and all the JJ thing happened. The way he held himself was familiar to Jason, something deep in his mind, memories that he couldn't remember, but it was there, and Jason knows that this Tim kid is JJ who is also somehow Harley's kid.

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"I need your help"

"Oh that's nice, what aby 'hey Babs, how was your day? Did Dick pissed you off and going to sleep on the couch tonight? Can you please help me with this thing?'"

Jason smiled, shifting the phone that was pressed against his ear "What did Dick did?"

"He was a dick"

"How was your day?"

"What did you wanted help with Jay?"

"Clown boy"

"Hmm?"

"Joker Junior"

A sharp breath "What about him?"

"You know who he is?"

"We found him after he took a dip in the acid, and he was dressed like the Joker, too much make up, green hair, purple suit, couldn't recognise him"

"But you know don't you?"

"Batman doesn't know"

"Well you're Oracle not Batman. It's simple question O, you know? Yes or no?"

"I know"

"I think I know too"

"Who do you think it is?"

"Tim Drake"

"..Yes it's him"

"Why didn't you told Bruce?

"He's a good kid"

"He's with Harley now"

"Tim isn't bad"

"Babs, if he's Joker Junior and he's with Harley he can't be that good"

"Jay, Harley and Ivy gave me the tip to find him and Harley took him in after his parents disowned him, he may be stilling sometimes or helping Harley and Ivy but he is good"

"You kept tabs on him?"

"He's smart, he may have lost a lot of his memories because of the Joker and he is crazy but he have support"

"Does Bruce know you're helping hiding him?"

"No, and he wouldn't. Not until Tim decided that it's fine"

"You're in contact?"

"We're just talking, I'm sending him puzels and riddles and it's helping him keep clean mind"

"Can I talk to him?"

"I can't tell you where he is but I also can't stop you from doing this"

"Thank you Babs"

"Not a problem Jaybird"

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It was a week later that Jason walked into a small unnoticed coffee shop.

The design of the place gave him a feeling of happiness, like it was some kind of home.

He looked through everyone there, couple next to the window, three old ladies sitting in a table for four, chatting and laughing, couple of collage students sitting with something to eat and something warm to drink and typing on their laptops, and on the farthest side of the coffee shop, in a table for two, sat a teen, his hands paler than any human skin, his long hair hiding his face, a coffee cup in front of him and his legs shacking.

"Hello! Can I help you?" A cheerful voice called from the cashier desk, he put on a smile on his face and turned to see a black haired girl, with a big smile on her face.

"Yeah, do you have Eral Gray?"

"We do! Anything else with this?"

"No, thank you"

"Okay, just a minute"

When he got his cup he paid the girl murmuring a "Thank you" and walking to Tim.

When he sat down in front of the teen, icy blue eyes looked at his face, and his breath hitched when he saw the little cuts on at each end of his mouth, creating a smile.

"Hey" Jason said, smiling at Tim.

"Hey.." Tim's voice almost didn't reached his ears and Jason's smile grew wider when Tim smiled at him. A shy little amazing smile.

"I'm Jason"

"T-Tim"

"Nice to meet you"

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted tea"

"You aren't scared?" Tim's eyes looked a bit insane when he said the last word, his smile grew wider and he leaned closer to the table. The cuts on his face and his pale skin made him look like Joker but there was also something else there, something in his eyes that said 'Pleas don't be scared' and Jason swallowed and forced his nerves to calm down.

"No, you actually seems nice"

Tim blinked once.

Twice.

And then his smile became nicer, less dangerous and more shy. He relaxed and took a sip from his coffee.

Jason smiled, sipping from his own cup while making a note in his head to be careful with this one.

They drank a couple more cups together, chatting about nothing in particular and when Tim excused himself and left, Jason found a paper next to the cup.

He opened it because of his dammed curiosity and bis breath hitched.

'Ha ha ha'

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It was in the middle of the night, the streets lamps flickered on and off every couple of seconds, and the stars were hidden in the sky, behind the clouds.

His parents just left the town. Without telling him. Again. And it's fine, he can't be mad at his parents for leaving him -he is, like his mother says, rotten child- all the time.

But sometimes he wonders if he'll ever be good enough for them to stay. If he'll ever be good enough so his mother wouldn't need to hiss his name through clench teeth and his father to hit him.

Maybe he would never be good enough..

In those nights when he wonders about it, he goes to a walk. It's always makes him calm and shuts his mind down. It's leaving him with the feeling of wholenesses, like some how the wind that hit his body in cold sharp hit is welcoming, or the cold of the night is like his stuffed Kola -the one he got from Bruce Wayne In a gala that his parents hosted when he was four and since then he hides it from his parents and hugging it when he need comfort- or like the silence out here is better than the silence inside the empty house.

And maybe, just maybe hr would see his heros.

And as Tim kept walking he could barely hear this cursed laugh, followed by the soft like song-

Mary had a little lamb

Little lamb, little lamb

Mary had a little lamb...

"Cutie pie?" His mama's voice rang, it was muffled but it was still there. "I'm hearing laughing, it's a good joke?"

A knock on his door "Sweetheart?" His laugh grew and his eyes burned, tears dropping from his eyes.

"Timmy?"

He hugged his legs to his chest, laughing and crying and this song is stuck in his head and he can't stop it and-

"Mary had a little lamb"

Mama's hands are around him, hugging him and petting his hair "Shhh shh shh, everything's fine baby, I'm here"

He can't breathe and the song is on full volume in his head but mama's here and mama is safety, she's safety. He's safe. Safe

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"What the hell were you thinking?" Oracle's voice rang through the comn in his helmet.

"You need to be more specific than that O"

"Tim blocked me, Selina is mad at Bruce because one of his kids hurt her niece, Harley and Tim are nowhere to be found and Selina and Ivy are planning something"

"I didn't hurt Tim and I don't know why you told ma all the other stuff"

"Hood, Tim's smart, maybe too much smart but his mind is broken, he's crazy and genius"

"Okay and..?"

"He wants to go -and I’m quoting him- Boom he always wanted everyone to know that he's Harley's kid, and I always made him take more time, think about it more the fact that he blocked me means that I can't tell him to sit back anymore"

"You can remove it though"

"I did, and he just throw his phone away"

"So I broke him?"

"No, Joker broke him you just set him off"

"Shit"

"Yes. Shit"

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"Wohhooo" Was shout out to the sky as Tim set in shopping cart, Harley -in her rollerblades- holding the handles of the cart, and they're both 'driving' down a road, laughing.

The air hit Tim's face in the best way he could have ever imagined and he laughed so hard that his cheedk burned, and maybe he ripped his stiches oncr again today but he dosen't care.

He is happy. So, so happy, like he was with this hot guy in the coffee shop, before his meltdown.

But right now, right now it's all this.

His mama and him, having fun, his mom and aunty kitty somewhere doing her own thing and everything's okay.

He laughed again as they started to speed up, the wind throwing his hair in any direction possible.

After a few minutes they cane to a stop, his mama's smile is so loving and he hopes that his smile is loving as well.

"Come on sweetie, let's do it" Harley smiled as she gave him the lighter, he jumped out of the cart and lit the lighter, his eyes sparking as the fire started spreading.

Tim and Harley walked away because they're crazy not stupid.

There faces lit up as the fireworks blew and flew to the sky.

Harley hugged him from behind and he relaxed into his mama's touch, watching the fireworks becoming to words that are shining over Gotham's sky.

30 days

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"Hey Hoodie" A cheerful voice called from behind him.

Red Hood turned around, a gun in his hand just to be met with Tim's lovely smile.

"Chill, chill" The teen said, holding his hands up "I'm not going to hurt you"

"What do you want?" Hood asked, lowering his gun.

"We have never met have we?" Tim said, his smile calm

"I don't think so"

"No, but I did met Robin"

"So you met the Demon"

Tim frowned "No. The second one."

"Don't know him"

"Red Hood can't meet Robin II"

"And why's that?"

"Robin II's dead, dad killed him" Tim shock his head "I don't like dad, I liked Robin II and dad did it because it's funny. It's not!"

Tim looked so frustrated, his eyes big and he's looking at Jason like he hope that he would understand that and, something in Jason change, his face are softer under the helmet and-

"Okay Tim, I know you aren't the Joker."

"I didn't met *you* but we did met, I know Robin and I know Jason and now I know Red Hood?"

"You know who I am"

"No, no no no!" Tim looked him straight in the eyes, like he could see his face behind the helmet "You're Red Hood now, you were Robin and you always were Jason but now you Red Hood, I don't know Red Hood!"

"Okay, okay, relax, you don't know Red Hood, that's fine"

"I need to know Red Hood"

"Why?"

"Because I need Red Hood to help me"

"You need help?"

"Yes"

"Okay, but why Red Hood?"

"Because.. Ummm because- Because of Dad! I need Red Hood to help me kill dad"

To kill.. the Joker.

To kill the Joker.

The Joker dead.

'Yes'

"I would help you, Red Hood and Jason, okay?"

Tim nodded "Yeah, okay."

The sky started to glow and they both looked up, looking at fireworks that formed

29 days

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It was so logical and simple that Jason almost laugh.

He sat next to Tim in some small safehouse, looking at Tim up and down as he was solving Sudoku.

They're waiting for the others to decide exactly who will go in and kill this son of a bitch and aho will make sure that everyone else will be present in that day.

They are waiting for Tim's small family, and Jason smiled at the thought of this family, he once had one and then he died and he was replaced by Stephanie Brown who is now Batgirl so they're fine now. But he doesn't have this family now, all he have are some blurred memories.

Tim let out a little "Yay" with a cute, small giggle that made Jason smile.

"Hey!" Tim suddenly said, looking at Jason with big eyes, Jason looked around him, trying to find something that would make Tim look panoco "What-"

"Are you hurt?" Tim's voice was soft and caring and Jasom heart might have skipped a beat, "No?"

"Than why do you have split lip and bruise on your jaw?"

"I've got into a fight, it's not serious" But Tim was there in seconds, his worry eyes looking at Jason's jaw and just wow- Jason swallowed the lump in his throat when Tim's slender finger touched his lip and-

"I've the best thing to help!" Tim pulled away and his finger caressed Jason's lip in a way that made Jason hold his breath.

And in the next moment Tim putted a chocolate bar in his hand, smiling at him "It help!" He said and Jason huffed a laugh, mentally shacking his head.

"Thanks Timmy" Jason said an smile on his face, opening the chocolate and cutting a line.

It was milk chocolate with pop candy and it was amazing, Jason hummed as he ate it, looking at Tim solving a new sudoku.

After the meeting (if it even can be called that) Jason took the rest of the chocolate bar, just to have something sweet after patrol tonight.

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Jason stripped from his Red Hood gear, stretching his hands out and poping his back.

He took a quick shower and pulled on a sweat pants and grey hoodie from the deep of his closest 'Maybe it's time to do the laundry'.

Jason smiled as the sky were lit in 25 Days and turned the lamp off.

His lip tickled as some kind of reminder that Tim touched him there, he looked so worried and that just warmed Jason's heart.

And that amazing chocolate- maybe he will have to get hurt more just to have it.

He closed hid eyes, ready to fall asleep and then it hit him-

Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

He- he have a crush.

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The sun was in the middle of the sky when Jason woke up, blinking into the darkness because the blinds are close.

He groaned as he stretched his body, still in the bed under the warmth of the fluffy blanket. The sleepiness still has her claws clutching on him and made Jason wonder why the hell his bed isn't as comfy whenever he's trying to sleep but is when he tries to wake up.

He almost fell asleep again, but the *Bam! Bam! Bam!* on his door made him jolt up from the bed, the gun that he hides between the mattress and the bed in his hand, walking to the living room without making a sound, looking through the peep hole.

He huffed in relief, opening the door looking at Dick who smiled at him. "You woke me up you asshole"

"Sorry little wing" But Dick didn't sounded sorry at all and that just made him groan.

Jason followed Dick to the kitchen after Dick let himself in, the door closing behind them.

"What are you doing here?"

"I can't visit my little brother?"

"Not your brother" Jason turned around to the pantry to take out a tea bag just when Dick flinched from the words as if they're physically harming him.

"You're my brother, even if you don't see it like that"

"Dick."

"No! You're my brother, I count you as my brother" Dick snap and Jason would lie if he said that that didn't touched his heart, even if it's not true because in the end Dick have his new little brother and also a sister and it's really is fine that Jason isn't part of his family. It is.

So he didn't reply to it, just let Dick think what he wants to. "Do you want to tell me why you actually came or what?" He asked as he started to boil water.

"I wanted to talk to you"

"About?"

"You said you'd this case, how's it going?"

Jason took the teapot off the gas, pouring the hot water to his glass, "I didn't told anyone that I've a case"

"Well no but Babs told me"

"Babs don't know, and she would have asked if she wanted to know" Jason took a sip from his cup and turned around to glare at the older man "What it really is about?"

"Bruce saw you with Harley and Ivy and their kid and he wants to know what you all doing"

Jason saw red for a moment and them took a calming breath, a long sip from his tea and walked his way toward the island, putting his mug down and glaring at his so called brother.

"So you're here on a mission?" His voice was cold and full with venom.

"N-no!"

Jason raised an eyebrow "You just said it"

"I don't care what B wanted, I came for my brother"

"Damian isn't here"

"Jason!"

"What? You want me to say that you didn't came because Bruce said something on me? You don't want to know what I'm doing with Harley, Ivy and their kid? Ah? That's what you're telling me?"

"I-"

"Ha! And you just said we're brothers!"

"We are Jason"

"No! You have your own little family, I'm not part of it, never was!"

"You are! You always were and you always will be!"

And at that moment Jason saw green, throwing his mug down on the island, the shatterd flew everywhere and the hot water started to drip down to the floor.

And as a last resort Dick yelled "TIM DRAKE!"

It made Jason blink, and look at Dick, "What did you just said?"

"Tim Drake, it's this boy Joker kidnapped, Harley and Ivy's kid"

"How do you know this?"

"Well, family of detectives and all"

"What do you want?"

"Is he threating you?"

"What? No!"

"Jay, you can tell me the truth"

"Oh I can?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Okay so fuck off"

"Wh-what?"

"The truth is that I want you to fuck off and don't ever come back. Bye."

"..Jay.."

"I'll throw you out of the window"

"Okay, okay. But.."

"Go!" _____________________________________________

Tim sat on an air conditioner motor that was on the roof of a building, his legs tangling down, one shoe red with zigzag lines on it and the other one yellow with glitters. His pants in a fading green colour and a black-blue t-shirt. And Jason just looked, glad that his helmet hiding his face as a stupid smile crossed his face.

"Hoodie hood!" Tim's cheerful voice made Jason's smile wider, and Tim pushed himself of the air conditioner motor, when his feet touched the roof his yellow shoe started to sparkle with light, like little kids shoes.

"Hey clown kid" Tim smiled, something sweet and beautiful that made butterflies fly in Jason's belly.

"I don't like this helmet today" Tim said, his hands touching lightly at the sides of the red helmet.

"And why's that?"

"I can't see your hair. I love your hair!"

Jason smiled, Tim was just... just.

"Thanks baby clown, I love your hair too"

"Baby clown?"

"Yup"

"I like it"

"Good"

Tim took Jason's hand in his and started walking them to the air conditioner motor.

They both sat down, Tim's hands now in his lap and Jason opened his helmet, setting it next to him.

Tim looked at him, his blue icy eyes glinted and a small smile on his face. Jason looked right back at him, the blue-green eyes looking like some amazing place that kids are being told about in fairy tales.

Jason don't know who moved first, or what exactly happened. All he knows is that Tim is sitting in his lap, Tim's hands in his hair and Jason hugging him close. There mouths pressing against each other's. Tim's mouth have this amazing chocolate taste, a hint of coffee and Tim.

In the dark sky above of them, the fireworks draw the 18 days.

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Jason is happy. Like really truly happy. He couldn't stop smiling this stupid love sick smile since the kiss.

He met Tim every patrol and those small kiss were the best, 10/10 would definitely do again.

Tim's cute and smart and he seems to really like Jason which is amazing because Jason really like him too.

None of the Bats came to annoy him, and everything is just amazing. For once in his life everything is just good.

His grapple gun shot to the next building and the cold wind never felt better. As Red Hood's boots hit the roof a "Hey there, love bird" greeted him.

"Cat," He called back, doing a small '*hi*' with his hand "'sup?"

"We need to talk"

"About?"

"Tim"

Jason sat next to her, his legs tangling down from the roof, "You here to give me the talk?"

"Not the talk you think about, I'll that to his moms"

"Then what talk?"

"Are you serious with him?"

"For now.. for now yes" he said with a bit hesitation.

Selina nodded "That's good for me"

"Thank you?"

"You're welcome sweetie, anyway you nrrd to be careful with Timmy"

"I know that, I wasn't born yesterday Cat"

She huffed a laugh, "Oh I know that sweetie, but you still need to know about Tim's past"

"Isn't he supposed to tell me about it? In his own time?"

"He will, I'm going to tell you only things that he won't because it's a trigger for him"

"The torture?"

"Yes, the torture, and what lead to his kidnapping, and it'll give you an idea yo what his parents were like"

Jason looked at her in the eyes, seriousness burns in them. "Okay, let's hear the story" _____________________________________________

His parents left again, it has been hours since the screaming stopped, his cheeks were wet from tears and his eyes red.

He was hiding in the closet, his hands holding his stuffed Kola close, his left arm is numb except for the cut on it, but it's a small cut and he deserved it. He isn't supposed to talk back to his father.

The dry blood on his arm itched and he needs to treat the cut, but he don't want to move. The closest is a safe place because mother and father can't get in.

New tears slipping down his face and he hugs the Kola tighter.

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When Tim woke up his neck hurt and his left arm felt like a million fire ants stung her.

He opened the closest door, stumbling out of there holding the Kola in one hand, dropping it on his bed and walking to the bathroom, pulling the first aid kit from under the sink, treating his wound with a hiss of pain.

A quick glance out of the window and he knows it's in the middle of the night, and his parents were supposed to stay home for more couple of days but once again they just left the town. Without telling him. Again. And it's fine, he can't be mad at his parents for leaving him -he is, like his mother says, rotten child- all the time.

But he doesn't have something to do now, and his arm's fine, he can go out and see Batman, and maybe Robin too. Though Robin isn't around a lot now, maybe something happened... _____________________________________________

The streets lamps flickered on and off every couple of seconds, and the stars were hidden in the sky, behind the clouds.

The cold wind hit him merciless, but it just made him smile, he loves the winter. It always made him feel better with himself.

His camera clutched in his hands, his black stocking cap falling on his eyes every couple of minutes, and yes it may be annoying but it's also letting him something to do, because tonight he can't find Batman...

What the hour anyway? Maybe he's late and Batman's back in the cave...

And then he could hear it, some quiet voice singing.. Maybe a kid.. What if the kid need help?

"Hello?' he called out, moving closer to the voice, he can hear the words now.

"Mary had a little lamb Little lamb, little lamb Mary had a little lamb..." _____________________________________________

He cried out, pain strobes through all hid body, tears on his face and blood run down his chine and neck

This psycho laugh making him shiver and try to run away. This hateful song in the background..

And this voice.. "Come on Little Lamb, be a good son for little old me, and tell me. What's. Your. Name?"

"T-Tim"

He screamed as he got electriced again. _____________________________________________

He is shacking, scared out of his mind, tears rolling down his face. And it doesn't stop.

He can barely breathe, the electrical shock isn't stopping. And Tim is honest to God scared.

He don't know what's next to come, he can't actually believe it's happening and everything- everything hurt.

He can feel himself leaving his body, his heart- _____________________________________________

He woke up, everything is hurting again and the fucking Joker is looking at him, this psychotic smile on his face-

"Welcome back my Little Lamb"

-And this horrible song again

"Mary had a little lamb Little lamb, little lamb Mary had a little lamb..." _____________________________________________

"What's your name?"

"Tim!" _____________________________________________

"What's. Your. Name?"

"Ti-" _____________________________________________

"Your name?"

He don't even* know *anymore, and it's really frustrating... _____________________________________________

He is laughing. A manic good laugh. Happy laugh.

He's happy because he remembers who he is and it's funny- why did he forgot anyway?

"What's your name?"

"JJ!" _____________________________________________

He laughed as his dad cut his face open do he'll always smile. He laughed as dad throw him to the acid. He laughed as dad painted his hair.

He laughed and he laughed, and laughed and laughed-

But it's not funny anymore- dad isn't here and his hair is black... JJ scowled at the mirror, dad don't like his hair black. He like green. Yes, green hair and purple suit, and red- red, red, red blood. And it's funny- everything funny so hr laughs, but the mirror- The shattered glass flew everywhere and it's so funny that he can't stop laughing-

"Timothy!" Mother's standing by the door, she looks horrified.. it's not funny anymore- it's not-

He can't breathe, he stumbles backwards, tears rolling down his face and he. Can't. Stop. Laughing. _____________________________________________

One night he heard his mother and father talking. It's not fine, but what is fine anymore? He's finally Tim but he's also JJ and it's so confusing.

"I can't look at him anymore Jack, he is pathetic!"

"I know Janet, don't worry"

Tim chokes a whimper. _____________________________________________

The next week Ivy and Harley found Tim trying to drown himself and took him in... _____________________________________________

Jason took in a deep breath, his eyes wet and his heart ache for his little clown.

"It's..."

Catwoman gave him a small smile, "A lot? I know. Those are once of the memories Tim still have"

"I'm- I can't even-" Cat smiled at him and squeezed his shoulder.

The words 13 Days shined in the sky above them.

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"Hood" Oracle's voice filled his helmet.

"O, how many times do I need to ask you not to hack my helmet?"

Oracle completely ignored him "How's Tim been?"

Jason swallow, he forgot that Babs is actually one of those people who really care about Tim (and him. Because Babs amazing).

"He's been good, happy" Just like Jason. It's like they feel the same thing. He can see Babs smile in his mind at that, like something changed in the weather just because of what he said, and it pulled a smile in his face.

"That's good, how are you?"

"Same as Tim"

And now he can hear her smile when she talks "I'm happy to hear that."

"How are you O? Does Dick head annoying you? 'cuz I can beat him if you need"

O snorted, "Two days sleeping on the sofa and he'll be begging for my forgiveness"

Jason laughed. And they kept talking about nothing for two more minutes, before Babe had to go.

And that's when Jason shot his grapple to another roof and went flying in the sky, the feeling of happiness all over his body.

But it all stopped when hr heard it.

It came straight out of his nightmares, something from his deepest fears.

This manic laugh. Joker's laugh.

And no just no. Thete's no way this stupid fucker got out again.

He dropped to the ground with a thud sound, looking for the fucker but instead seeing a group of teenagers, kicking someone on the ground.. someone who couldn't stop laughing like the Joker and his heart stopped beating for a second when he realised who it is.

A shot noise ripped through the air and the teens stopped, looking back at the red hood holding a gun at one of them.

All he needed to do wad to say "Go. Away" and the teens ran away, leaving Tim on the ground, hugging his legs to his chest, blood and tears mixed together on his face, and he couldn't breathe because the laughing wouldn't stop.

Jason hurried to him, helping him to sit up and uncurl himself, unable to look over Tim's face since he wouldn't let him.

"Tim, sweetie, my baby clown," Jason kissed his cheek, hugging him close to him "It's me, remember? Red Hood"

And at that Tim's head moved, looking up at him. Eyes full of tears and his face twitched in this manic smile, blood dripping down from the now open cuts in his chicks to his chin.

"Timmy babe, can you hear me?" He received a small and hesitate nod that he took as yes.

"Can you give me your hands?" He asked, showing Tim his gloved hands. The smaller man put his hands in his, feeling the fabric.

Tim relaxed, his eyes fixed on the red helmet, the tears stopped rolling down his face.

The laughing quiet down a bit, but still were there.

"You remember me, right? We are friends, hell I'm hoping even more than friends"

Tim nodded, but Jason wasn't sure what he was agreeing with so he just kept talking.

"We have this amazing plan, because you are my little smarty boy right?"

Tim could take in a breath and that was good, he wasn't laughing anymore but he also didn't talk exactly, just watched Jason and every couple of seconds squeezed one of his hands (never the both of them together for some reason).

"Hell I even kissed you that night and it was the greatest thing in the whole world baby clown"

"No." Tim's tiny voice waved on the air.

"Hah?" If Tim didn't like Jason like that... It would be ok, he will be heart breaked for a few days but he would be fine at the end... Somehow.

"I kissed you" Tim said, looking at him with this witty little smile that Jason grew to love so much.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah" a small smile tug on Jason's lips, and their lips met. It was amazing just like the first time they kissed, and it sent sparkles down Jason's body.

And after a minute he let go, both of them taking deep breath.

"Come on baby clown, let's go to my home"

Tim took his hand and he pulled him up, hugging the smaller man.

The words 7 Days exploded in the sky exactly when they reached Jason's apartment.

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Waking up with Tim by his side is amazing.

The smaller man was curled next to him, a hand clutching at the fabric of his shirt. The long black hair messed up but still so beautiful. Tim's face relaxed, a samll smile on his face.

Last night Jason gave him one of his own shirts, and the younger basically swam in the white shirt.

Jason looked at the paler than normal skin that was now available. It was in the same colour of the shirt.

He pulled Tim closer to him, kissing the beautiful man's forehead and closing his eyes.

Immediately going back to the welcoming blackness of sweat dreamless sleep. _____________________________________________

The next time he woke up was because Tim wasn't next to him.

Jason didn't know exactly why he woke up because of that, but the moment Tim's weight left his body his eyes snapped open, meating beautiful blue eyes.

Tim smiled at him, a sleepy smile. His hair a whole lot of mess and Jason's heart beated faster as he smiled back.

The sun was already in the middle of the sky and the clock on the wall said it was already one A.M.

"Mornin' Jay" Tim whispered.

"Morning baby clown" _____________________________________________

They ate together, silence surrounding them in the most comfortable way.

Jason couldn't exactly point it out but something about Tim made him.... just feel whole. Like he didn't felt since he woke up six feet deep.

Both of them were in Jason clothes and Jason found out that for some unknown reason, white looked better at pale skin.

And Tim.. Tim was the most beautiful human he saw. His blue eyes, his black long hair, and this perfect smile. Jason started asking what he fucking did right to get this angel. _____________________________________________

He didn't knew how it happened but Tim's hot wet mouth was on him and he was practically in heaven.

His hands gripped the black hair and pulled slightly, making Tim moan and himself gasping as the moans vibrate on him.

He was definitely in heaven and this angel between his legs was the most perfect thing to ever happen to him.

"Oh God" he said and moaned Tim's name, his legs shacking.

"Tim I'm about to-" and with that he came down Tim's throat, the angel swallowed it and looked him in the eyes, giving him this beautiful smile. And well, Jason might die happy this time around. _____________________________________________

This night he hugged Tim closed to him, the smaller man hugging him back.

Outside the words 6 Days colored the black sky with pink, green and yellow.

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It was simple. Very simple, and Jason did it already so why the hell is he freaking out?

Harley and Ivy started a riot somewhere in the city while Catwoman helped them in Arkham and said that she's going to take care of the security. So from there they were alone.

And it wasn't like he didn't knew the plane by heart, it's just that it really is happening. He's going to kill the Joker. They're going to kill the Joker.

And it's not a dream. The mother fucking clown is going to laugh for the last time. _____________________________________________

Each floor has a minimum of two guards, thanks to Killer Croc Arkham was down six guards, so floors 1-3 only had one guard each during the day (Because Gotham’s criminals are all geniuses and think that night is the best time for a breakout).

So doubling up only happened at night on these floors until the guards either recovered or replacements were vetted and hired.

Floors 4-5 had double guards at all times and floor 6 was more storage and extra holding cells than anything else right now.

Thanks to Harley and Ivy's riot there weren't a lot of guards where they were, everyone waiting to catch the two. Catwoman didn't lied about helping them from afar as every door opened to them without problems. _____________________________________________

The elevator doors opened at the fourth floor, Jason noted that there weren't any guards around, wondering what Catwoman did as he heard the muffled noise of an alarm from the floor above them.

Jason walked to the guard station and peeked in to see two men slumped over and unconscious. From the looks of it they have been knocked out, 'help from afar ha?' he thought to himself, smiling a little. Looking over at Tim, the little clown being too quite for so long, the teen smiled, his skin somehow more pale than normal, and his gun at hand. Jason nodded to him and Tim did the peace sign.

They followed a hallway around behind the booth and came up on a large metal door. They waited couple of seconds and the door opened, revealing another hallway with another large metal door several yards down. There were three such doors in their's way and each one opened and closed behind them, making them closer and closer to the goal.

Jason paused and took a deep breath before the final door. This is it. This stupid clown is as good as dead. The door opened.

And there was the Joker, laying on a thin metal like bed that was bolted to the wall.

All that stood between them and the Joker was a wall of bulletproof wall with several inches thick with small round air holes cut evenly to allow air to flow into the (if it could even be called that) room.

The Joker slowly rolled off the bed when he saw them, and came to stand in front of the clear wall, a sick smile on his face. “Well, well, well, what have we here? Visitors? Oh, I know you!" He said as he looked at Tim, his grin getting wider "You're my little lamb. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!”

Jason's heart started to beat faster, looking at Tim's hand gripping the gun so tight that his fingers turned whiter than usual.

"I'm not" Tim said, his voice quite.

"What did you said little lamb? Talk louder for papa"

Tim smiled, a small smile that made Jason question if he's going to follow the plan or not.

And of he really think about it, he was never told about this part of the plan... How will they kill the Joker?

"JJ?"

"I'm not a fucking lamb you old fucker" Tim said and shoot.

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Chess. Chapter 14 (final chapter)

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.  

TW: Language, sexual themes, injuries. Rated M 

(This story is obviously non-canon, i.e. Diablo and GQ, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way.)

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I ran to a wall, searching for an exit. Hearing gunshots from outside, I became confused. The Bat works alone, I thought. The lights turned back on.

In the middle of the room stood a tall, caped figure.

This is ridiculous!, I thought. “You picked a hell of a time to show up, guano jerk!”, I yelled at him; readying myself for a fight – one that I was sure to lose, but I wasn’t going out lying down.

The door we had entered through sprang open, and in ran my friends; Rick leading the charge.

My heart nearly jumped through my chest. “Rick!”, I screamed, all dignity gone.

When he saw me, his eyes instantly lit up. “Y/N”, he yelled. “Get into cover!”.

“Stupid bat! You’re ruining another date night!”, Harley yelled, and shot in the direction of the caped crusader, missing by several feet. I looked in her direction. She was standing in cover behind a pillar. Behind her laid the bag.

I sprang towards her, and threw myself at the floor, sliding across it on my stomach. Grabbing the strap of the bag; I made myself disappear. I ran towards Rick; but my ankle gave in to pain, and I fell, reappearing a couple of feet from another pillar, dragging myself to sit behind it.

The Bat ran towards me, but the Joker shot at him from the cover of the now turned over table, Harley and he had been sitting on earlier. Forcing the Bat to jump for cover; gave Joker the time to run towards my pillar, avoiding balls of fire and gunshots, coming from Rick and Diablo. Before he could reach me, Floyd shot at the ceiling above him; making it rain dust and debris around him. He went to join Harley at her hiding place.

The Bat once again ran towards me. He was hit in the back by a wooden crate, thrown by Croc; and fell to the floor; struggling to get back up. Katana came at him then, sword raised; but he tripped her with a shot from his rope-gun, making her fall over – legs bound.

Who the hell is fighting who?, I thought. I climbed to my feet, and began limping towards Rick again. He was covering behind the table the clown had occupied.

A bullet whistled past my head. I was suddenly covered by thick black fabric; and swung around to lay on my back – the bat over me; staring at me with angry eyes.

“I told you to keep your head down!”, he rumbled. “The hell I will!”, I hissed; and swung for him with my claws.

He rolled to the side, allowing me to get up on all fours.

“Y/N!”, Rick shouted again; running towards me while aiming at the masked asshole I’d just gotten out from under.

A gunshot landed at my feet, making me stumble and fall again; the bag being pulled out of my grasp as I did.

“Thank you, Chess!”, the Joker smiled down at me, and moved backwards towards the door, aiming at me.

“Hand over the bomb, Joker”, the Bat growled.

The clown held on to the bag firmly, aiming his gun at the caped man. “No. I’m sorry, but this is my new toy. And I don’t like sharing!”, he yelled, and pulled his trigger.

The Bat leapt out of the way; and the bullet hit the wall behind him.

Rick aimed his gun at the Joker. “Give us the bag, asshole!”, he shouted.

“Language!”, Joker roared, aiming his gun at him.

Harley kept her aim firmly on the Bat. “Let’s go, puddin’”, she said, and they both began to back towards the door.

“Quinn!”, Floyd called. “Come on, doll. We went into this together, let’s get out of this together!”.

“I’m sorry guys, but I can’t leave my J again”, she said sadly.

Joker pulled at her arm to come with him. “Come on, tootsie pop”, he beckoned, swinging the bag over his shoulder.

“Harley, the phone is in there”, I cried out desperately.

Harley froze. “Puddin’, they need that bag”, she said pleadingly. “Yeah, and I need my boom”, Joker answered. “Let’s go”.

“Harley!”, I tried again.

She looked from us to her lover. “I’m sorry, puddin’”, she said, moved her aim; and shot.

The Joker fell to the ground growling, holding on to his leg. She grabbed the bag, and slid it across the floor, in the direction of where the rest of us where standing.

The Bat dove for the bag, grabbing it, just as it landed in front of Digger; who’d spent the most of the fight in hiding – his loyalties in an uproar. He didn’t seem to know whether to fight him for the bag, or just step back, and let events unfold.

Frost reappeared through the door behind Joker and Harley; followed by a dozen masked minions, all aiming at us.

Harley went to her knees next to Joker. “I am so sorry, puddin’. But I had to do that”. He snarled and threw his head in frustration. “Fine!”, he yelled. “Babe, this is the lambo all over again!”, he said to Harley.

“I know”, she pouted. Frost dragged the clown to his feet, letting him lean against him for support. Harley fluttered her lashes. “See you in a couple of months?”, she asked.

The Joker smirked. “You know it, cupcake”, he said, and grabbed her face to kiss her.

“That’s all there is to that”, she smiled.

The group backed out of the door, aiming at us all the way. “Chess; you’re fired”, Joker called in my direction, as he disappeared.

Harley slowly walked towards us, sniffling. Diablo grabbed her in a warm embrace, and Croc patted her head.

Katana said something. “No thanks”, Harley answered. “He’s still my puddin’”.

Digger found a can of beer in one of his pockets, and offered it to her. She accepted it with a sad smile.

Rick took me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. “Let’s get out of here”, he said, and we moved for the door at the opposite end of the room.

“Chess!”. We stopped in our tracks. The Bat walked up to us.

“Careful”, I frowned. “You don’t want to damage government property”. Rick straightened his back, ready to act if needed.

The Bat chuckled hoarsely. “No”, he said. “I want to apologize”.

“For what?”, I asked. “For using my friend to get to me? For selling me out to Waller, and letting her torture me?”.

“I was going to say; for putting that GPS-tracker in your new leggings”, he smiled.

I shook my head. “Of course”, I said.

“Look”, he continued. “You seem like a righteous person. You don’t belong with these people”. He gestured at the squad, who were now flanked by the guards from our flight.

“I am gathering a group of friends, who all have special abilities”, he said. “We’ll be working towards a better future for not only America, but the world. I want you to join us”.

I looked at him, disbelieving. “Taking down criminals?”, I asked. “Yes”, he answered. “And who are those criminals? My friends here?”. “Well…”, he said; but didn’t continue.

I sighed. “You believe to be on the side of the good; but at the same time you’re breaking the law – deciding who gets punished, and who doesn’t. I’d say that’s pretty criminal in itself”, I said. “I don’t make it my business to decide who is bad and who is good. I just want to help people”.

“Look, man”, Rick said, grabbing my hand to hold. “Whatever you might think of these people, whatever they’ve done in the past… The work they’re doing now is important. And it’s work no one else will do”.

“You force them to do it”, the Bat answered.

“He’s got a point, mate”, Digger called at him.

“Yeah, he does”, Rick admitted. “But at least you can go back to your cell, knowing you made a difference, without being sanctimonious about it”.

I looked the Bat in his eyes.

“My side of the fence does seem a lot less self-righteous”, I said.

The Bat nodded. “We’ll probably meet again”, he said. “For your own sake, make sure it’s not as opponents”.

“Right back at ya’”, I said. “By the way; 1-2-3-4-5 is a shitty combination for a safe holding such important papers, Bruce”.

My fingers laced with Ricks, we followed our group out of the building. I could feel the Bats eyes on my back as we walked away. “Are you ok?”, Rick asked. “I am now”, I answered. “Shit, the bag!”, I remembered.

I spun around towards where the Bat had been standing. He was gone.

“Fuck!”, I screamed frustratedly; and limped back towards the middle of the room, desperately trying to see where he might have gone.

Rick grabbed me from behind, embracing me as tears began to stain my eyes. I wept into his shoulder, and he stroked my back; kissing my hair. “It was all for nothing”, I sobbed. “I didn’t make a difference at all”.

“Hey”, Rick said, looking down at me. “You made sure the Joker didn’t get to keep the bomb. You probably saved lives”.

I kept crying into his jacket, staining it with my tears. He picked me up, and carried me out of the room.

“Hey!”, Kelper called from behind us. “Can someone uncuff me from this chair? And maybe find me a new pair of pants?”.

---

We were back at Belle Reve in the conference room. Waller was debriefing.

“Well, that was a massive fail to what should have been a very simple mission”, she said.

“Waller; you sent us in blind!”, Rick growled. “You almost killed Chess!”.

“If you’d done your job like I told you to; your girlfriend here would have been in and out in no time”, she answered. “Allowing the Ph.D. sociopath to follow was not part of the plan!”.

“Psychopath!”, Harley sneered at her. She was sitting in her chair, dark shadows under her red eyes. She’d been crying the whole flight back, and the whole night through in her cell. “And I’m not. Not really. I can feel plenty”, she sniffled; and dug into a tub of ice cream someone had provided for her. I felt terrible for her.

“Shut up Quinn”, Waller growled. “You’re lucky your head is still attached to your neck”. She leveled her voice. “10 years off your sentences will still be granted to all of you – except miss Quinn”. Waller sat down in her chair at the head of the table; and looked at me coldly. “And you, Y/N”.

I gasped, and a murmur sounded among the squad. Croc was growling, and Diablo set fire to a pen.

“You absolute cunt!”, Digger said. “I second that”, said Floyd. Katana simply nodded from her corner.

“Y/N risked her life for your stupid ass plan with the bomb!”, Rick roared. “She gets her sentence reduced, just like everyone else”.

“No”, Waller said. She slid a file folder across the table at me. I opened it. “That”, she said, “is the official report – signed by commissioner Gordon – that you, Chess, stopped a terrorist attack on Gotham U; by sneaking in to the Jokers hideout, and stealing the bomb he had meant to use”.

I looked at the file in disbelief. Standing up, I limped towards Rick.

“You then gave the bomb to the vigilante known as the Batman, who turned it over to the authorities on your behalf”. She sighed. “You’re a free woman, Y/N”.

My arms fell, and I dropped the file on the floor; where Rick picked it up, and read it.

“But Kelper…”, I began. “The former judge Kelper has been taken into custody under the suspicion of corruption and the severe physical assault and rape of a young woman, 18 months ago”. She stood up, and began packing her briefcase. “Apparently Kelper admitted to the whole thing, while having one too many drinks at the country club with Bruce Wayne”.

I couldn’t move.

Waller looked at me pointedly. Pure hate flew between us. I got you, bitch, I thought. “Your nano-bomb will be removed once this meeting is over; and your gear and personal items have been packed up for you. They will be delivered to your place of choice”. She looked like she’d eaten something very bitter. “Unfortunately, I’ve been told that your apartment has been rented out to someone else; but I’m sure you’ll figure out some other living arrangements. You’re crafty like that”. She moved towards the door. “We’re done here”.

I looked at Rick. He seemed stunned – at once happy, but also heartbroken. I looked around at my friends. This is my family, I thought. This is home.

“Waller!”, I called. “I want to stay”. She stopped, and looked at me.

“Like I said, you’re free. The X Force consists of criminals; which you aren’t. Anymore…”, she added.

“I’m not a criminal”, Katana said, looking up at us. I smiled knowingly at her.

I found Ricks eyes. He looked at me meaningfully; and nodded. I turned to Waller again.

“You went through a hell of a lot to get to me. It seems a waste to deny my offer of staying on board”.

She seemed to consider my words carefully. “What do you want?”, she finally said.

I sat down in her chair at the head of the table. “I want the bomb out”. “That’s already a done deal”, she answered. “On all of us”, I added. The squads eyes all fell on me.

“That’s not happening”, she answered. “Your offer isn’t that good”. She went to leave again.

“Ok!”, I called. “I want the bomb out for myself. I’ll be a free woman, and I can decline any mission I want to”. She nodded. “I want a fair paycheck for each mission I join. They all get 10 years, I get 10 grand per day the mission takes; from briefing to completion”. Another nod. “Health care, dentist, retirement fund… all that shit”, I said. “And I get new equipment when needed; without GPS tracking!”. Batdick, I thought.

She sighed. “I have a feeling there’s more”, she said coldly.

I smirked. “Flag and Katana get the same pay and bonuses as me”, I said. “Floyd gets a weekend with his kid; along with a viewing of her upcoming dance recital”. Deadshot looked up at me, disbelieving. “Croc gets access to nicotine pads and gum. However much is needed for him to quit smoking. And a larger flat screen”. Croc grumbled, but smiled at me. “Chato has a nieces quinceañera coming up. She get’s tickets to Fall Out Boy; front row – center. With a card from her uncle stating that he loves her”. Diablo nodded at me in thanks; his eyes welling up. “My Little Pony – Twilight Sparkle merch for Digger”. His eyes lit up, and smiled – happy as a joey in its mothers pouch.

“And Harley gets a puppy – that Croc can’t eat”, I added, looking pointedly at the big guy, who smirked and nodded.

Harley burst into tears. “You’re a doll, Chessie”, she cried. I smiled.

“These are my demands”, I said, and looked back at Waller. “Take it or leave it”.

Wallers lips tightened. “You’ve got a deal, Chess”, she said, and reached out to shake my hand.

I took her hand, and squeezed it. She went to let go; but I held on to her. “Oh! And I want a vacation”.

She sighed. “Fine. Where? Hawaii? Dubai? I’m guessing you want first class, am I right?”.

“Nah”, I answered, and walked over to Rick. I put my arms around his waist, and looked into his smiling warm eyes.

“I have something better in mind”.

---

I woke up in a daze. The ceiling above me was wooden instead of concrete, and for a moment I couldn’t remember where I was. Smelling burning firewood and coffee, I turned my head, and saw a figure huddled under a blanket, crouching in in front of an old fire stove. Oh yeah, I remembered, and smiled to myself.

“Hi”, I said, and Rick turned to look at me. “Mornin’, kitten”, he smiled at me. “Coffee will be ready in a second”. I made to get out of bed. “Don’t…”, Rick managed to say, before I let my toes hit the floor, and stepped out of the bed; woolen blankets falling from my naked body.

“Oh my god!”, I gasped; my entire body tensing up from the cold of the room. I could see my breath in front of me. Rick ran to grab a blanket from the bed, and wrapped it around me; beginning to rub my shoulders.

“Told you”, he chuckled. “It’s colder than a penguins ballsack in here!”, I gasped. Rick wrapped me in his arms, his body rumbling from stifled laughter. “It’ll be warm soon enough”, he said. “Says the guy in long johns”, I scowled.

“Let’s get you back to bed”, Rick said, lifted me from the floor, and placed me back on the old pullout we’d spent the night on. He tucked me in under the blankets there, and kissed my forehead.

“I could get used to this”, I sighed contentedly. “Good”, he said, “because I’m not planning on letting you leave any time soon”.

He laid down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. “Are you sure no one knows where we are?”, I asked. “No one that matters”, he answered, and put his hand on my cheek, pulling me in for a kiss.

He placed a leg over mine, locking me down; and then moved to lay himself on top of me. Our kiss deepened, tongues intertwining; and his hands began to roam the blankets for an entrance to my naked skin. Finding it, he ran his fingers down my side, over my stomach; and up to my breasts – moaning in pleasure when he found my nipples erect in response to his touch.

I pulled my arms out from under the blankets, and began playing with the hair on the back of his head; continuously savoring the taste of his tongue; when I felt a different sort of rumbling in my stomach, mixing with the aroused feeling spreading from my core.

“Rick”, I breathed, as his lips moved to kiss the spot bellow my ear; avoiding the band aid covering the incision that had been made to remove the nano-bomb from my neck. “Mhmm”, he responded, not unlatching from his targeted spot. “I need…”, I gasped as he pulled at my left nipple. “Yeah, I know”, he breathed into my ear, continuing his relentless attack on my breasts; and moving his other hand down my stomach.

I grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. “No”, I said, and pulled my head to the side, to look at him. “No?”, he asked, confused.

“I need food”, I giggled at him. “And coffee. And probably to brush my teeth, after that thing you called hunters casserole last night”. “That was a family recipe”, he feigned being hurt. “And it was… very special”, I smiled, and stroked his cheek.

He sat up. “Well”, he said, “coffee I can do. Breakfast will take a few”. I sat up, and kissed him gently.

“I love you”, I smiled. ”I love you too”, he beamed at me, and kissed my forehead again, before standing up, and moving towards the door.

“Oh”, he stopped, and glanced at me. “But after breakfast; sex. Right?”.

“Oh absolutely!”, I answered. He nodded, satisfied.

Opening the door, the room instantly went cold again; and Rick hurried to go grab the crate of perishables we’d left outside, in the tiny shed by the cabin. Entering the cabin again, he put down the crate on the table; and went to hand me a small envelope.

“This was on the door”, he said, brows furrowed. “I didn’t think anyone knew where we were”, I said, a little worried. “I didn’t tell anyone”, he assured me.

He went to pour me a mug of coffee, and I looked at the envelope in my hand. Chess, it said on the front of it.

“If this blows up when I open it, I’m gonna be super pissed”, I mumbled, and heard Rick chuckle as he offered me the mug. I gently opened the envelope, and sipped at the coffee; warmth spreading through my body.

Inside was a picece of bespoke stationary; and a polaroid picture of my cats; lounging on an expensive looking couch. The letterhead on the pice of paper read Wayne Ent. On the middle of it, one sentence was written in intricate letters.

No hard feelings, right? S.

I laughed out loud, catching Rick by surprise; and handed him the letter to read. He chuckled along with me, gave back the letter; and went to fry up some eggs for breakfast.

No, Selina, I thought. No hard feelings at all.

I stood up and walked naked through the now much warmer room. Sliding my arms around Ricks waist from behind; I kissed his shoulder.

“What’s up, kitten?”, he turned and smiled at me.

“You know”, I answered, “maybe breakfast can wait a bit”. I kissed him. “Let’s see if we can repeat that finger-trick you’re so curious about”.

THE END.

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[we-want-mini-mini]

I have this short one shot in mind. It’s essentially abt the entire Batfam gathering up together (and its also the anniversary of Jason’s death but that’s kinda jus a background detail).

Anyways, everyone gathers round the dinning table, eating, laughing, etc etc. And when I mean everyone, I fucking mean all the Batkids, which include but are not limited to:

Dick

Jason

Tim

Damian

Stephanie

Cassandra

Duke

Barbara

Anyways, Alfred and Bruce are obvi there as well, eating, and talking and stuff.

Suddenly, some fucking kid bursts through the fucking window, does a mid-air flip, and lands smack dab in the middle of the dining table, on their hands, which is conveniently holding onto this package.

All hell breaks loose, as various Bats (and birds!) start throwing various items. Then this kid sends out this weird ass pulse, that makes everything freeze in place. Only this kid and move.

The kid slowly floats up, cross legged in the air, moving a batarang, and throwing knife away from their face. They announce, “Hello, the Wayne Family and Friends! Who are also... Gasp, the infamous Bat and Bird themed Vigilantes of Gotham?! Now, to quote John Mulany, “we don’t have time to unpack all of that” which is fine! ...Why are none of you responded—oh sorry! I froze you all in place, my bad.”

The kid snaps their fingers, allowing the Batfam & Co. talk but their still frozen in place. Immediately Damian starts antagonizing the Kid. The Kid responses by literally zipping close Damians mouth like a Looney Toon cartoon.

The Kid sighs but continues on, “C’mon now! Don’t shoot the messenger as they say, whoever they is that is. Anyways, I have a package for one: Jason Peter Todd!”

“Who the hell sent you?” Jason askes.

The Kid shrugs, “No clue, they sent it in anonymously. Though, from what I know, there is a card inside the package so that might offer you some clues.”

“And what exactly are you?” Bruce inquires.

The Kid’s lips stretch out as wide as they can go, their pearly white, jagged teeth on display. Their eyes glow slightly red, as their neck cranes forward at a tilt. Their neck seems to extend a lot further, and their face tilts at an inhuman angle. They open their mouth, with rows of teeth on display for everyone too see.

“Why don’t you find out?” Their once chriper, goofy, kid like voice contorts into a deep, distorted version. Everyone freezes, at the Kid simply stares back at Bruce before their fave goes back to “normal” as they laugh their collective ass off.

“Ahaha... You know, that trick never does fail to make me laugh and all of you freeze in fear—then again, your already frozen but still!”

The Kid continues, their face still stretched out in a smile. A smile a little to sharp and inhuman for them. “But, you should know that’s quite a rude thing to ask! Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?! Then again, they are dead.”

A beat of silence.

“What? Too morbid? Seriously, what a tough crowd! But hey, everyone has their sore spots, so I can’t blame ya. Anyways, I’m guessing all of you have questions. So, fire away!”

They snapped their fingers, making the literally zipper on Damians face disappear.

“Who are you?” Damian seethes.

“I’m Ty Kidd! But call me Kid. Oh and, my pronouns are she/they, thank you very much. I am also a delivery person for—” Kid pulls out a business card, which start to multiple and appear infront of everyone. “—the Multiversal Express Delivery Service, or MEDS for short!”

“And what exactly is MEDS?” Dick asks.

“It’s literally in the name.” Kid deadpans, before another inhuman like smile spreads across their face. “I travel from parallel world to parallel world! Fun fact: there’s a world where you guys are just fictional characters who’ve existed since the 1930s! Isn’t that cool?! One of the many reasons I love my job.”

“Yeah, yeah, fun stuff, but who sent you?”

Kid shrugs, “I dunno. Sender was anonymous. But no worries! At MEDS we ensure that none of our packages include any sort of life threatening object, material, and etc! So, no need to worry about releasing a plague that would decimate this world in a blink of an eye or a nuclear bomb that would wipe this continent out of the map! But, if you do want to send world ending plagues or bombs, you must submit a form and blah blah blah HR bullshit.”

“And... how do know right trust you?” Tim spoke up.

Kid’s face once again spilts in half into a smile, their jagged teeth slightly teasing her lips. Her eyes turned into black silts. “You don’t.” Their voice reasonated throughout everyone’s ears, deep and contorted to the octave.

She pulled back, face once again going “normal”. “But! You can trust MEDS! Trust me when I say, nothing like a bomb, plague or that sort of item is inside this package. Anyways, I’m on a schedule, so—“

They snapped their fingers, a small device and pen appearing infront of Jason. “—please sign, and I’ll be on my merry way. Don’t worry about the window, I’ll fix it!”

Jason was momentarily stunned wondering what the fuck is happening? Why is their probably a fucking eldritch-demon-person in front of me? What is my life?

Before Jason could even tell what was happening, he picked up the floating pen and signed his name on the little device thingy. When his name was signed, the pen and device poofed! away in a plume is smoke.

The Kid, still smiling that inhuman and unsettling smile, snapped their fingers, fixing the broken window, and putting away all the various knifes and objects that were still floating in the air.

“Thank you for your service! If you ever want to send anything to a parallel universe, just give us a call and we will send it! No matter how desolate the Earth, no matter how frankly strange item, we shall send it! Anyways, happy Death day Jason Todd. Kid Out!” They said with a salute, before disappearing in a plume of smoke.

All hell breaks loose and after some arguing and lowkey existential breakdowns everyone converges to the Cave.

Bruce being paranoia incarnate, makes the package go through numerous tests. All being negative. They can’t even identify what it is.

After some more arguing, Jason slips by everyone, and tears open the box. Everyone tries to stop him, but it’s already to late, he opened it.

Now, no one can see what’s inside since Jason is blocking them with his gigantic ass figure. Bruce is the first one to realize that Jason freezes up, and goes to him, worried that something happened.

“Jason, whats wro—“ Then Bruce sees what’s in the box and pales. Everyone sees how Bruce freezes, just looking at the box.

Soon, one by one, it revealed: its Jokers decapated head.

Or alternatively, Jason is the last one to see what’s inside (Damian or someone else being the first). Up to you.

Anyways, there’s this card. Jason picks it up, and it reads:

As the Persians say: an eye for an eye. But the world doesn’t go blind. Happy Dead Clown Day, Jason.

—[Insert an intial or some shit]

Cue some time later, and, yes, it’s confirmed, this is Jokers head. You see, Jokers been awfully quiet for two years, as he went missing after an explosion rocked Arkham Asylum. This, is proof that Joker is finally dead.

News breaks that Joker is dead, and it follows Jason reaction to his death.

In my opinion he’d be lowkey angry that it wasn’t him who killed the damn Clown. But, holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. He’s... He’s dead. He’s finally fucking dead.

Cue some more time later, after everything has cooled down. Jason is in Robinson Park, sitting at a bench, when another kid (who kinda looks like Kid but Jason is too busy inner monologuing to care).

The kid speaks up, “You know, before I use to hate the phrase, ‘an eye for an eye’ ‘cause, the world would go blind.”

Jason freezes, and the kid continues. “But, now I get it. An eye for an eye, but the world never goes blind. Simple as that, since, sure, your blind in one eye, but justice was finally served, right Jason?”

The kid turns to him, and smiles. Not a too large, too sharp, too inhuman smile, but a sincere, warm one. “Y-Yeah.” Jason finally manages to choke out.

“It’s a nice day out, you know. It’s real nice. I know, that, at least you get to see more of these nice days.”

“You day that as if you can’t see days like these anymore.” He blurts out.

The kid sighs, with a bitter smile on their face. “Yeah, I can’t see or experience days like these anymore. I haven’t been able too for three years. But hey, an eye for an eye, but the world never goes blind.” As the kid speaks, their voice fades away. In a blink of an eye, the kid disappears, leaving behind daffodil and a note.

The note is an invitation for a funeral.

Jason goes to the Manor, specifically the cave, and conveniently everyone is there. Damian, Stephanie and Cass are sparring. Dick is using the aerial equipment. Bruce and Tim are working on some cases with Barbara helping. Alfred is done, handing out snacks.

Jason immediately shoves the card to Tim, who’s confused and then sees how utterly shaken up and pale he looks.

“Tell me what happened to this kid.”

Everyone immediately turns to Tim, as he types in their name, date and etc.

What they find out, is that, this kid, who died three years ago, died in the last ever attack wide scale attack the Joker committed. They were the only casualty in said attack (surprisingly).

And they were only 13. Like Jason. And the date of the attack... is the same day Jason died all those years ago in Ethiopia.

“I saw them.”

“...what?” Dick said, in an incredulous voice.

“I saw them. At Robinson Park. They even said that exact same phrase in that fucking card: an eye for an eye—“

“—and the world never goes blind.” Everyone says the last part in unison.

Then the Bats get news that rest of Jokers body was sent to the GCPD, addressed to—

-END-

Basically, that’s how the one shot goes. If anyone wants to use the idea:

Jason gets a package while he’s at the Manor. They test said package and nothing comes up. Some start arguing and someone opens the package (which is more dramatic, Jason seeing it first or last?). They see: Jokers decapiated head. Chaos ensues and a metric shit load of testing later, it’s confirmed: thats Jokers head. And Jokers been missing for [insert amount of time]. The Batfam then deal with the fallout of Joker being (finally) dead.

If anyone writes this, please tag me! I want too see ANGST, and FLUFF, and GOOD DAD BRUCE, and, DRAMA, and ALL THE BAT KIDS.

(I can’t delete the fucking pic below me and I refuse to rewrite this entire post. Lowkey it’s kinda ironic too lmao).

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

JKR 2: BRC 1

Joker x Reader

Word Count: 1921

Summary: You love him, that much is obvious, but now Wayne is being flirty suddenly.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Alas, the much awaited sequel to JKR. At some point I got an ask for a sequel, but I literally cannot find it, so … Here it is! There will be more posting randomly as I get it out. Unlike my other series, I’ve got nothing like an outline, so I have no idea how long this is gonna be or when I’m gonna be posting it.

One of your favorite parts of being a mercenary was the fact that it was extremely rare for you to have to be a functioning human on Monday mornings. It was a perk you hadn’t really expected, but you absolutely loved sleeping in while the rest of the world crawled out of bed to begin another shitty work week. That alone almost made it worth it to put up with all the nonsense you handled day to day. And since you’d gotten involved with the joker, you’d even gotten to enjoy the addition of a warm body next to yours seeing how he shared your philosophy on those mornings. 

So when you woke up naturally one Monday morning several months since agreeing to work with Joker, you were more than a little annoyed. The irritation was only slightly alleviated when you started to really observe your surroundings and realized that Joker was currently playing big spoon with you and clinging to you like a child with a beloved toy. That, at least, was a sweet bonus to waking this early. A little smile formed on your face despite yourself. You could feel his breath on your bare shoulder, softly puffing every now and then in his sleep; the rhythm of it could almost put you to sleep.

And then your bladder made itself known. 

The annoyance promptly came roaring back.

Getting out of bed was a whole little challenge in and of itself due to the way he was clinging to you, but you somehow managed to escape without waking him. When you glanced back at the bed and saw the fearsome Clown Prince of Crime cuddled up to your pillow and snuggled under your covers, your heart gave a hard thump. Try as you might, it was steadily becoming harder to deny that you’d somehow developed feelings–real, deep feelings–for the madman. Every day you tried not to think about it because of how unlikely it was for him to reciprocate, but seeing him so vulnerable–without makeup and with green hair so faded it was almost completely back to its normal dishwater blond–made some part of you swoon. He trusted you enough to be so unguarded, and that was enough for you … mostly. Part of you still craved someone to talk seriously with, but you were content enough even without it. Or so you told yourself.

Sighing, you shook off the emotions and picked up his grey, patterned shirt from the day before. Problems for another day, you supposed.

Once your bodily functions were taken care of, you quietly stalked your way into the kitchen. Clearly, you weren’t going back to sleep anytime soon, so you might as well make a coffee. Maybe that would somehow help you tame your unwelcome feelings.

Clearly the answer was a big, fat “No,” since, as you were returning to the bedroom, you got distracted with how cut he was while you were in the doorway, mug clasped between your hands. You allowed yourself a moment to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere and pretend that the two of you were just normal people.

Then, true to Gotham’s nature, it all came shattering down when you heard the telltale scratching of someone picking a lock. Specifically the lock on your front door. The switch in your mindset to Business Mode was instantaneous. Your world seemed to sharpen as you slowly eased the bedroom door closed; it would be quite bad if your suspicion about the intruder was true and he saw your houseguest. Your hand tightened around the mug, ready to throw the scalding liquid in an instant if threatened.

An angry scoff left your lips when you recognized the head of brown hair that peaked inside your apartment once the door was unlocked. “You’re really making me regret my decision against getting a guard dog, Mr. Wayne.”

You absolutely hated how dashing his ensuing smirk made him. “As busy as you are? Probably not the best idea.” Unlike the last time he broke in, he wasn’t dressed like he came from a trust fund soiree; instead, he was in a more casual ensemble of dark jeans, a dark shirt, and a leather jacket with red trim.

“Any particular reason you’re breaking into my home today or were you just hoping I was still asleep so you could peep?”

“I have to say no. That’s not exactly my style.” A thump from the bedroom halted whatever excuse he had for this breaking and entering episode.

Your heart gave its second hard thump for the morning, this one out of fear instead of love. Leveling Wayne with a harsh glare, you ordered, “Stay put.”

“Of course.”

Mug still clenched in your hand, you quickly retreated back to the bedroom. Based off the sight that greeted you, you could only assume that the noise was Joker grabbing his pants off the chair and inadvertently throwing the knife from his pocket into the floor. “You good?” you asked the obviously-groggy man.

“I heard voices. What’s going on?”

“Don’t you normally hear voices?” you teased in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“No. And you know that,” he deadpanned. His tongue started flicking as his irritation aggravated the tick.

“I’ve got an unwelcome guest again,” you stated, deciding that blunt was probably better than finesse.”

“Wayne?”

“Yes, so you’re going to stay here while I deal with him.”

“Should I be … jealous?”

“Fuck no. Can’t stand the bastard.” Well that was a bit of a lie. As much as the richboy infuriated you, he also acted as a constant source of amusement. “But I don’t want him knowing anything else about me if I can avoid it. Be a good boy and stay here, and I’ll let you have your wicked way with me later.”

“You’ll let me do that anyway.” He was right and he knew it. There was a long pause as you stared each other down. You could practically see his brain working over his options until he finally exhaled heavily. “Fine. I’m too tired for this, anyway.”

For once, his exhaustion worked to your advantage instead of making him intolerable. “Thank you. I’ll be back in a few.”

“I await with bated breath.”

The Joker handled, you slunk back out to deal with the unmasked Batman; part of you realized that Gotham City Police would love to be in your position. Both men, vulnerable with identities out in the open? They’d probably kill for it. You, however, were just tired of today already.

When you returned to the living room, Bruce had once again made himself at home on your couch. “Boyfriend?” he questioned, eyebrow raised.

“Something like that.”

“He’s got interesting taste,” he commented with a little gesture towards your body.

You raised an eyebrow. Sure, it wasn’t exactly your style, but, “You’re one to talk. Enough of the questions, Mr. Wayne. Why are you here?”

“I need a date for a gala I have to go to tonight.”

Your eyebrows now shot up almost to your scalp. “And you came to me? First off, I don’t like you, so what the fuck? Second, you don’t like me, so what the fuck? Third, do you honestly expect me to believe that you couldn’t get a date? And for that matter–”

“Relax, Y/N. I’m hiring you for a job. I need a distraction, and I hear you’re the best.”

“Awfully short notice. What if I don’t have anything to wear?”

“Already have that handled. Come by my penthouse at six.”

“And payment?”

“Half now, half after. Check your bank account; money’s already there.”

“You’re damn sure that I’m gonna do this, aren’t you.”

“You’re curious, you want to know what I’m up to, and you always get the job done if you’re being paid for it.” He was smirking again and heading for the door as he said that. “See you tonight.”

“Bastard,” you spat at the door the second it was closed. Already, you wanted nothing more than to crawl in bed and stay there for the rest of the day and it was only …  8:13 according to the clock on the wall.

Resigned to your fate for the coming evening, you retreated back to the bedroom. This time, you didn’t even pause to admire your lover’s form splayed across the bed. You did notice that his eyes were staring at you as you approached, though, and gave him a small smile.

“Got a job tonight with the hunky rich boy, huh?” he teased while rolling onto his stomach and kicking his feet up like a girl in a movie about a slumber party. “Am I just not, uh, doin’ it for ya anymore, dollface?”

“Fucker didn’t exactly give me much of a choice, did he?” you sniped right back. “Scoot over; you’re in my spot.” 

His response was to flop back over onto his back and pat his lap. “You’re mine now, remember? I was a proper gentleman and hid away while you talked to your suitor.”

“He is not–” You were cut off by him tugging you down to straddle him. “My suitor,” you finished, doing your best to sit on him with some modicum of dignity.

“Oh, you don’t have to lie to me, sweetheart. He’s quite, uh, dreamy.” He cackled. “Any chance you could convince him to join us in here sometime?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry, J. I don’t think he’d go for it.” Especially considering the whole nemesis thing … “You’re just stuck with me, I’m afraid.”

“Ah well, have fun for the both of us, my dear,” he shrugged. His fingers suddenly halted their attempts to unbutton your (his?) shirt; alarmingly, you hadn’t even noticed him doing that. “Why did Brucy know what it is you do for a living anyway?”

Fortunately, you knew that question was likely to come up months ago, so you’d long ago thought of an excuse. “Did a job cleaning up one of those trust fund brigade’s messes after a particularly nasty party–”

“Ooh!”

“–and that apparently got me on his radar.”

“Never a dull day for a mercenary.”

“Or a madman,” you teased right back. “But be that as it may, I’m gonna enjoy having you all to myself until I have to go to that stupid party.”

“Never a dull day, indeed!” he cheered. “But for real, you gotta get a video or somethin’ if you fuck him tonight.”

You rolled your eyes even as you tugged at his boxers. It was an interesting thought. While you had first priority on the Joker when he was off the clock and a serious case of feelings for the clown, you were under no illusions that this was an exclusive thing. Physically, you sated each other easily. Emotionally, you were all the Joker needed (or wanted, for that matter), but he wasn’t crazy enough to think that he satisfied all of your needs. The whole comforting thing specifically was a weakness of his. You’d discussed all this (excluding the whole love issue) months ago at your insistence since you had no desire to earn the Joker’s wrath by having an affair.

Shoving all that aside, you just scoffed. “That man is infuriating.”

“And he has a crush on you. I can tell. We madmen have a … sixth sense for these things. Besides, the flirting was painfully obvious even from in here.”

“I’m not fucking Bruce Wayne.”

“Right. You’re fucking me!” Another hysterical cackle.

“Well …” you grinned, “I’m about to be, anyway.”

[missjoker96]

Hey my lovely clown friends!

Here is a new written short fanfic about Arthur Fleck and Joker.

Enjoy it! :)

Arthur/Joker and Reader

A surprise with consequences

I woke up on my couch in the afternoon and didn't recognize that (Y/N) left the appartment before I fell asleep. It must have been before I closed my eyes, because I could feel how she kissed my lips and told me good bye sweetheart. It always made me happy when I get kisses and compliments from my one and only true love. She made me happy in every way and no other person could ever be like her. She was the missing part in my heart, my once broken and damaged heart. My soul was lonely for my whole life and I never thought that I would ever find a girl who could love a mental loner. I still can't believe my luck, but it was true.

I took a look at the watch and it was already late afternoon. (Y/N) said she would only leave to buy some food, but who could know how long it would take? I forgot to take my meds again and this wasn't a good sign for me eighter, but I didn't want to feel bad anymore. I lit myself a cigarette and had a crazy idea in mind. What if I surprise her and dress as Joker and walk the streets towards the super market where she buys the food? It was insane, but if not me then Joker should surprise her. Perfect, I am going to surprise her with the red suit, my painted on clown face and my green dyed hair. It had to be perfect and as everyone knew, perfection took time.

I took my time and put some Frank Sinatra music on, of course my favourite song and sang the lines while I danced to my bathroom to dye my hair green again. It has been already a while since I used my hair dye the last time. I only needed it when I dress as Joker, because I need him as my protector against bullies and criminal attacks. He was the protective clown, the dangerous one and sexy one. (Y/N) loved him, but more important was that she loved Arthur Fleck. She loved ME and this made me very lucky. I would do anything for her and threat her like my princess.

Once I finished my cigarette, I began to dye my hair green. It always fascinated me how the green covered every single brown hair and my body moved while I sang to That's Life.

"That's life.. (That's life) That's what all the people say.."

I felt great listening to my favourite song while turning into Joker again. After my hair was complete green, I waited and let the hair dye dry and lit up another cigarette. It was needed and I began to paint my face white, step by step. Arthur slowly disappeared, Joker appeared. The next step were the blue triangles above and below my eyes. I painted them very careful, because I wanted it to look perfect. And then I used the red for my eye brows above the triangles, the red nose and finally the big red wide smile.

I smirked at my mirror reflection and it smirked back. A real smile under the fake one since I met (Y/N). The only missing part was my red suit, Joker's skin. He wouldn't be Joker if he didn't wear his suit. I grabbed my red trousers, my green shirt and the yellow armless vest. Not to forget my red jacket, the full ending outfit! Before I left, I took white socks and put my shoes on. One last smirk and I left my appartment.

Nothing could stop me now, because this was Joker's time and he could do what he wanted to do. He only had one target, to surprise his beloved girlfriend.

...The clown in red suit lit himself a cigarette and walked through the streets of Gotham City...

I walked the way to the subway station, because the super market where (Y/N) prefered wasn't close to our appartment, so I had to use the subway. People noticed me and I loved it, because they recognized me and SEE ME. It was Joker who roamed these streets, but behind the mask was Arthur Fleck and people noticed me. They even looked at me and greeted me, but all I hear is.. "Hello Joker. What's up?" I smirked at them and winked them.

"Hey guys.." I replied and blew a dark mist of smoke out of my mouth. This feeling of being accepted and noticed made me happy, but I wish that they also respect Arthur. I am Arthur and Joker at the same time, but they were two different characters. People eighter didn't know that or they were blind to see the truth. I continued my way and noticed more and more people look at me and then I saw a mother with her little boy who smiled at me and pointed with his finger at me. I could hear him speaking.

"Mommy, look! There is a clown. Can we go to him?"

It warmed my heart and I checked my pockets. The luck met me, because I found a balloon and I could make an animal balloon for this little boy.

The boy's mother smiled, because of her little son's happiness and came closer to me.

"Joker, hm?" She said to me.

I smirked and shook my head. The balloon was blue and I decided to make a balloon cat. I was good in making balloon animals, because I've worked as party clown a few years and have practise.

"Yes, my name is Joker. May I know your name, little boy?" I gave him the balloon cat and smiled at him, because I wasn't sure how children react. The boy's smile widened as he got the balloon cat and offered his hand to me. "I am Bruce.. Thank you for the balloon cat. You are a very nice clown, Joker." Suddenly I remembered this Wayne guy. Thomas Wayne was his name and he had a son called Bruce Wayne. The boy I wanted to smile for me, but I wasn't funny for him. It broke my heart as his butler told me to go or he would call the police.

It was Arthur's past. This was Joker's time and he brought a little boy to smile. His mother smiled too, but only because her son was happy about my gift to him. It felt like my day just began. As I continued my way, I noticed a group of young men arguing with each other. I decided to ignore them, because I wanted to avoid stress. (Y/N) would tell me the same if she were here now, so I slowly passed them and acted as if I didn't see them. Suddenly one of these guys turned his face into my direction and spoke to me.

"Hey.."

I stopped to walk and turned around to look at him. "Yes?"

"Where are you from? You look as if you escaped from a circus."

And there was it again. The insult with the circus involved. How often did I have to tell that I am not a fucking circus clown? It made me angry, but I stayed calm and suddenly I bursted out in laugher. It wasn't Arthur's laugh, it was Joker's laugh.

"Hahahahaha.. Hahahahaha.."

It was my real laugh and I could control it. I took a breath before I answered.

"I am Joker and not a fucking circus clown. But if you want stress, then let's have some huh?" They wouldn't get my joke, because one of them looked confused. The other one stepped already back and the rest of them stepped closer to me.

It looked as if they wanted some stress.

They could have it.

"What about a joke?" I tried the usual way.

My hands were looking for my gun, but it wasn't there. WHERE THE HELL WAS MY GUN???? I asked myself without using words and could only hope that these guys didn't carry a gun with them.

I never left my gun at home.

Whatever, I waited for the guy's answers.

"A joke you say? Alright, tell us one of your jokes." The head guy crossed his arms and chewed on something in his mouth. The other one stood beside him and grabbed a knife without being noticed. At least he thought that I didn't see the knife.

"What happens if some street guys cross the clown called Joker and insult him? The punchline is, you all get what you fucking deserve."

I made sure that nobody watched me, ran towards the guy with the knife and kicked him to the ground. I grabbed the knife and laughed. The guy looked scared and begged for his life. "Please don't kill me, Joker! We only made some fun and of course we respect you. Right?"

The head guy quickly shook his head, because he didn't want to see his friend getting hurt from me.

"Forgive us, Joker.. We didn't want to insult you. Of course you aren't a circus clown."

I loved it when they gave up and almost begged for their lives. I would also hate to kill them, but they were part of clown haters and it means that I have to make it a final end.

I let them time to breath before I used the knife and killed them. Blood everywhere, but not my blood this time. The other two guys didn't watch the scene and I got rid of the dead bodies before I cleaned the knife and my hands.

Good that my suit wasn't stained.

(Y/N) wouldn't notice what I have done.

I continued my way and suddenly I heard my name. The voice was familiar and I stopped to walk. It wasn't the police, because I would have heard the loud siren.

"ARTHUR.." The female voice said and it was (Y/N), I recognized her voice.

I rolled my eyes and called out my other name. "JOKER, please.." And finally I looked into her eyes. She wore heavy bags full of food and didn't look happy.

Did she saw what I've done to the group of young men?

I hope not.

"I wanted to surprise you, (Y/N)."

She looked disappointed at me. Her facial features told me that she noticed the blood covered knife and the corpse's on the ground. And who else would have killed them, but Joker?

"Surprise me? Is this your new kind of surprising people? You have killed humans, Arthur." Her voice was almost a yelling at me and I felt like the bad guy again.

She had to know the truth.

I took a deep breath. At least she saw me as Arthur while I was Joker. This was one good thing and I wished that all others would see me like (Y/N) saw me.

"Listen, I wanted to surprise you with my Joker outfit. But these guys, I didn't greet them or bothered them and they insulted me. They insulted Joker! And I have seen how one of them prepared a knife to kill me. Do you understand?"

I was out of breath and looked at the knife in my right hand. I could see myself. My make up was no mess, it was like after I painted it.

My hands began to shake and I remembered that I forgot to take my meds. I didn't hallucinate, but almost and could be glad that (Y/N) was with me now. Only she could calm me down and I listened to her.

"I understand, darling. But you have to be more careful. Gotham is full of villains, ignorant people and criminals. And the police could have arrested you if they noticed you."

She was right. I had to be more careful also as Joker. He was my protector and always found a way to get out of trouble. I let the knife fall and walked towards her and placed my hands on her cheeks.

"Please forgive me. I promise to be more careful. I love you so much, (Y/N). And to let you know. Joker and Arthur were talking to you know." I smirked and took her heavy shopping bags. She kissed my lips and whispered into my ears. "I forgive you my handsome Joker. Let us go home now and make ourself comfortable? I could cook us a fine dinner and then we can cuddle up together. How does that sound?"

I smirked wider and agreed with her.

My meds wouldn't let me eat much food, but I forgot to take them and it didn't matter. I would definetely eat her food, because she was the best cook for me. And she knew that I tried to eat more to gain more weigh in time.

I began to daydream once again, but this time (Y/N) woke me and smirked back at me.

"Joker? Or is it Arthur?"

I heard her asking me.

Of course I knew the answer right away.

"I would say it's Joker, but it's both of them. You are speaking to Arthur and Joker at the same time. And I would love to cuddle up with you on our couch after we ate dinner together."

I noticed the blush on her cheeks and she squeezed my hand. It felt good and I felt better, because I wasn't only Joker anymore when I wore the make up and the suit. I was also Arthur at the same time.

(Y/N) was proud of me and we both forgot the tragedy that happened in this street.

"I am glad that you found the way to your true self, darling. And now let us go home. A comfortable evening awaits us and a romantic one too." She kept smiling as she walked back to Anderson Ave with me.

I walked with her hand in hand and spoke to myself.

"I guess /that's life/ then.."

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[msephy]

Upbringing chap 13/13

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Cross-posted to AO3

And here is the last chapter! I hope you enjoyed the story. If so, please let me know ;) Any comments are welcome!

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Earth 53 - Jason Todd

Of fucking course Bruce would like this Jason Wayne. Weren’t they palls, smiling to each other and hugging each other? Bruce. Hugging someone. Who wasn’t Dick.

And Jason was not jealous. He didn’t need Bruce’s approval, he didn’t need anything from him. He was a grown man.

It was just… unfair.

He thought about hiding in the shadows, but too late. The Doppelganger noticed him on the top of the stairs and nodded at him, indicating his presence to Bruce as well. Jason smirked. They could both go to hell.

“We will stay the night and head back home in the morning,” Bruce announced suddenly.

Jason felt himself tense all over. His smirk widened. “What, already? And here I thought you loved it here!”

Bruce seemed taken aback by the comment, but the Doppelganger understood what he meant by it, and rolled his eyes.

“If you want to hug your father, go ahead. I mean, it’s not like he’d fight you.”

“I don’t need…!”

“Sure, I can see how much you don’t need his attention. Provoking him has nothing to do with it, either. Jesus, how old are you? You still communicate like a teenager which,” he added, turning to Bruce, “by the way, you do, too.”

Bruce frowned. The attack to the Big Bad Bat softened the one to Jason himself only so much, though. Communicating like a teenager? Seriously? As if Bruce ever listened!

“It’s not because he does it that you have to do it too,” the Doppelganger concluded, still aiming his words at Bruce but echoing Jason’s a bit too well. Damnit. And damn him, too, and his perfect life, his perfect personality, his perfect Gotham!

The Doppelganger and Bruce both turned to Jason, making him realized he’d shouted that last part out loud. The Doppelganger smirked, a smirk that Jason knew only too well for seeing it in the mirror every morning.

“Ooooh, poor little Jay whose life was hard,” he jeered in Jason’s own vicious tone. “That’s why he became a bad guy, because he had a hard life.”

“Shut up,” Jason warned.

“Yes, that’s right,” the Doppelganger kept going. “A hard life, like his old da’.”

“He wasn’t even your father!” Jason exploded. “What would you know about it?”

“So? Catherine wasn’t your mother yet you loved her, didn’t you? Our paths only diverged when Alfred found out about me, back when my biological father died, and by then, I was thirteen. You know how it was, being us at thirteen.”

Jason froze. The Doppelganger smirked. “Yeah, I thought so. And yeah, apparently, for you, it only became better later. And then you died. Buhu.”

“Jason,” Bruce tried to interrupt, but the Doppelganger didn’t take any of his shit.

“No, Bruce. He’s excusing his own behavior in ways he doesn’t the behavior of others.”

“I know alright?” Jason exploded. “I fucking know that what I do doesn’t get a pass, but someone has to do it.”

“Has to? Really? Because look by the fucking window, you unbelievable moron. Look at that perfect Gotham of mine, and take a good, hard look at yours. Do you really still think that you took a better path than Batman?”

Jason felt the words like a blow. Fuck him. Fuck him. He was taking the hard decisions, someone had to help the people who didn’t have anybody, the ones Batman wouldn’t help, wouldn’t avenge, someone who would stop those who would never, otherwise, be stopped.

“Some people don’t deserve help,” Jason finally managed.

The Doppelganger shrugged. “Obviously. Take the Joker, for example. Ah, is it him who killed you?” The fucking jerk nodded, as if understanding. Jason felt livid. “Of course. He tried to push Bruce toward his most extreme, and it worked rather well, too. So I broke both his knees.”

Bruce gasped at that. He hadn’t been looking too well, either, while the Doppelganger was talking about his way of doing things, now that Jason thought about it. Did he think he’d been wrong, too? To create Batman?

“His knees? But…”

“Bruce, I like you very much, but the Bruce from this world is my brother and no one hurts my brother. Considering the life he’s living, I consider myself rather restrained. Also, don’t worry, the Joker still manages to cause havoc all the same.”

But he wouldn’t be killing any Robin. Jason’s eyes went up to the empty wall of the cave, where the card would be hanging, back in his world. Maybe that would be an acceptable solution. He craved the clown’s death but… Justice, not revenge. Or maybe a balance between both. Batman already played that game, after all, ignoring the law where it suited him.

Jason didn’t quite relax. It was too late for him, for the Red Hood to be a good guy. He’d never be Saint Jason Wayne. And their Gotham would never be this Perfect Gotham, either.

Or would it? The Doppelganger had had to start somewhere. He’d had to face the Joker, and Ra’s, and all the other fucking lunatics who were attracted by the city and, even more, by Batman. Could there still be hope on their own Earth?

Yeah, no. It wasn’t Jason’s way.

He might still like to work at the Martha Wayne Foundation, though. He’d trusted those people, back when he lived in the streets, at thirteen. Would he manage to find a compromise with Bruce? Without the two of them going at each other’s throats?

“I don’t think I can stop,” Bruce admitted out loud, in a matter-of-fact tone that sounded like defeat.

“You don’t have to,” the Doppelganger said. “Just, you know, also invest in people? I’m sure you do. You have a huge family. All of you put together…”

“We could do it,” Jason heard himself say.

Bruce looked up at him, an indefinable expression on his face. Jason glared back. “We could do it. The replacement already works for Wayne Enterprises. The demon brat and I can take care of the streets.”

Bruce frowned. Of fucking course. He wouldn’t trust them. He…

“I’ll think about it.”

What? No, wait. He was going to come up with an entirely different plan, for sure. Or Jason would do something he didn’t approve of, and they would be back to square one.

And yet. If it had even a remote chance to ever work, if Gotham could even become a better place… Fuck. That would be so worth it.

He looked at his doppelganger, and nodded. Then back at Bruce. “Tomorrow? We can go back, like, now.”

“Bruce will be sorry to miss you,” the local Jason said, but he was smiling. “I’ll pass your excuses along.”

“Yeah, right.” Jason hesitated. “Tell him that, you know. The visit wasn’t too bad. I’m glad the kid is alright.”

“Thank you, by the way,” the Doppelganger said. “You know. For saving my nephew’s life.”

Jason shrugged. “Hey. He’s family.”

He doubted he’d even manage to produce a grin as wide as Jason Wayne’s while meaning it. However, that might be a goal worth aiming for.

###

Earth 53 – Jason Wayne

The next day was quiet. Jason stayed home, spent time with the kids. He asked them both to stay home, despite it being a Friday, pretending it was because he’d missed them. He had, of course, but he mostly thought Damian could use the break.

He did miss the other Bruce, though. The jackass of other Jason… He hoped he’d do well, but he wasn’t in a hurry to see him again.

Once the kids were suitably distracted, Jason grabbed the week’s newspapers and started reading. He wasn’t supposed to work but nobody back at Wayne Enterprise would believe it if he wasn’t up to date with everything that had happened during the week.

There were a lot of different newspapers, from The Economist to the Gotham Gazette, all showing vastly different levels of analysis and opinions. It was always interesting to compare, especially putting the points of views in perspective with the average reader of each. A nice exercise.

Then his eyes stopped at the small ads, specifically at the renting section. He didn’t need a flat in Gotham center, of course; they owned several. Until now, he’d never thought about moving there. Bruce needed him at the manor.

Except he didn’t, not really. Bruce was an adult. His choice of becoming Batman – well, if he needed help, he could call. He knew Jason would always come, if he needed him. Hell, Batman spent more time in central Gotham than at the Cave.

As for Bruce, as an entity apart from Batman… He was an adult. He had his kids here. He didn’t need Jason around. Besides, if he did, going out of the manor for visiting would do him good.

And there was also another point they should discuss.

Jason put the newspaper away and got up, heading for the library. Bruce was, of course, down in the Cave. From the look of it, samples of soil needed to be analyzed, maybe in order to determine where someone had been killed before their cadaver being transported elsewhere – or maybe to determine the amount of fertility, who knew.

“Hey. Everything alright?” Jason asked.

“Mh.”

“I distracted the kids this morning, you can take the afternoon.”

“I’m busy.” Bruce winced. “But I’ll come upstairs as soon as I’m done.”

“Good.” Jason hesitated. It was uncharacteristic enough for Bruce to actually look up from his Erlenmeyer.

“Yes?” he prompted.

“I thought about something.” Jason sighed. “Don’t be upset?”

“I can’t be if you don’t tell me anything.”

“I want to take over Wayne Ent.”

That got a reaction out of Bruce. He put away the pipet he was using to pour chemicals on the soil, and straightened.

“Explain.”

“Bruce, you’re the CEO, but we both know you don’t invest yourself as much as you should. Part of that is my fault. I took over most of your responsibilities when I became COO. More than I should have.”

“Mhn.”

“But you let me. You are not interested in Wayne Ent., not the way you should be. And that’s alright. I can take care of it. I actually like it, too. But the company deserve better from its CEO.”

“I could invest myself more.”

Jason snorted. “You could. Or you could spend more time with your kids.”

“I do…!”

“I’m moving to Gotham proper,” Jason announced. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

Bruce carefully didn’t say anything. Jason sighed.

“You know I love you. You’re my brother. And I love Dick, and Damian, and Alfred, and the manor will always be home. But I need some room for myself, too.” He hesitated again. “Maybe adopting my own children, someday.”

Jason didn’t talk about a relationship. He wasn’t ready to let someone close enough to him to contemplate it. Not even thinking about all the secrets and baggage.

Damnit. Jason really meant what he said, yet he couldn’t help but to feel guilty.

“Would it be alright?”

“Yes,” Bruce said abruptly. “You deserve some place. Something to yourself.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, but he’d never been good with words. It didn’t matter; Jason understood what he meant. That Jason had worked hard to get where he was and should keep going. That he’d taken care of Bruce until now, and still would, but that he had the right to have his own life.

Bruce hadn’t wanted Jason to follow him, back when he’d went training. Back then, Jason had followed only for Bruce, even though he’d loved their trip, and learning how to move, how to fight, how to think like a warrior. He’d loved meeting Talia, and other men and women as dangerous as she was. It was part of him, now.

But he wouldn’t have gone, by himself. To be a vigilante was not his path. It was part of him, he’d always relish in flying over Gotham at night, and there was no fucking way he wouldn’t have done everything to be able to protect his little brother, even though Bruce didn’t need much protecting.

Yet he should, too, follow also his own path.

“You already have some things in one of the flats, I’ll have to put to your name,” Bruce decided.

“Maybe I can come back on week-ends?” Jason snorted. “Like a student, I guess.”

“That would be nice.”

Jason smiled. Bruce did the same, offering him one of his rare smiles, faint on his lips, shining in his eyes. Jason hugged him and felt his brother’s arm close around him, keeping him close. Bruce was a great hugger.

They separated only after several minutes, both smiling still. Well, Jason, at least, was grinning. Bruce was back to looking mostly serious.

“I’ll announce the change next week, to Wayne Ent. I mean,” Jason said. “The moving can wait a couple of weeks after that.”

“Good. You only just came back.”

Jason bumped into Bruce’s side, just to feel his brother close again. “I’ve been reading the newspapers. What about you tell me what happened in the more underground parts of the city? I’ve started reading your reports while waiting for you to come back with Damian, but a summary would help.”

“Sure.”

They sat at the Batcomputer, side by side, their faces reflected in the dark screen. The Wayne brothers. Jason knew, suddenly without doubt, that if he saw them now, their father would be proud of them both

The End

[thepolyamorouspolymath]

Interesting take.

I always felt like "Joker should be dead" and "Tim replaced me were too simplistic.

He came in after Dick "The Golden Boy" Grayson. WE all know it wasn't all smooth sailing with Dick, but Jason didn't. As a younger child with an exceptional older sibling, no matter how exceptional you are, you never feel enough.

Then he dies. And for him no time has passed, but there's this new kid running around as Robin. WE know Tim had to force his presence on Bruce and that he did so because Bruce was so crushed at Jason's death he was going kinda mad without a Robin. But Jason didn't, he just saw Bruce had replaced him easily from his perspective.

Just that would be enough to make him feel he never mattered. But then the refusal to hurt the Joker was just the last straw on a whole bunch of fear of not mattering to his mentor, his father figure, a man he respected and admired and loved.

So he did what a lot of kids who feel like they don't matter or can't measure up do -- he acted out. Yes, most of us do not go to "heads in a dufflebag" extremes but this is an extraordinarily common family dynamic.

Also, let's remember that yes Jason came back as a jacked full grown man... but he'd had none of the life experiences past a kid. A lot more experiences than most kids, but still very much a kid. So he reacted like a kid, begging a parent he felt unimportant to to just NOTICE him.

He wanted Batman to kill the Joker not just because the clown needed to die or to avenge him, but as any sign at all that he had missed Jason or hell, even cared or noticed he was gone.

And he didn't get that. WE know he was torn apart, WE know that the Joker decision was not so clear cut, WE know he didn't want Tim at all at first because of Jason. WE AS THE READERS know all this.

But Jason? No, Jason knew none of this. Jason saw it as the person that meant the most to him in the world didn't give a shit he DIED and just replaced him with another kid, one that even Dick seemed to care about when Dick had been distant with him. So yeah he lashed out in a bid for attention with the life experience of a 15 year old boy who had been taught violence was the answer.

Jason was never a bad guy. Jason was a neglected and traumatized kid -- the world from his perspective -- who just happened to be in a jacked grown man's body with the ability to do anything he chose.

Yes, Dick went on to be the superhero of superheroes -- Dick had a fucked up childhood but got to grow up. And he STILL had issues being replaced as Robin feeling unimportant even though he was a grown man in all ways and had CHOSEN to walk away.

Tim lost his shit when Dick made Damien Robin replacing him even though Dick did so because he felt Tim was a hero in his own right, not a sidekick.

No they didn't murder people. But they had significantly less to deal with than Jason on those fronts, and still didn't cope great.

Also Jason is now a grown up (kinda) who can defend himself from the Joker. But he was the Crime Alley kid, who knows that every kid on those streets can't hide from the Joker's plans, are the last to be protected or saved, and looking at his pattern of killing only the bad guys hurting people, part of him continues to want to end Joker so not one of those kids goes through what he did in his last moments. Again, not an uncommon response.

Jason Todd's arc is incredibly realistic on a pathological level.

BTW, the correct thing to do would have been immediately for Dick to tell him he did kill try to kill the Joker for what he did to Jason, and Bruce to explain he didbt kill the Joker just because of his no killing rule but bc doing so would have dishonored everything he had had and done and tried to instill in Jason.

But no, instead of seeing a troubled 15 year old boy in a man's body who has seen the world and his family move on like nothing happened (again his perspective) in no time at all (his perspective) who had lived a life of nothing but violence, they further cemented his belief that he didnt matter by just writing him off as "evil murderer."

We keep looking at the various Robin's through what we know as readers, but that's not what they know as characters and fir what they know as characters they make perfect sense to the point you could spot their shit after a Psych 101 course or 6 months of therapy of your own.

If feel like a big thing people get into when writing Jason Todd is that he's mad the Joker is still alive and mad he's been replaced. Which is fair as those are a huge part of what drives him earlier in his post resurrection days. But what they also tend to do when writing him is explain away both things then act as if his whole argument easily falls apart with context.

You see a lot of fics go "no batman didn't immediately replace you, Tim fought him for that, he didn't actually want another Robin" and "Batman was going to kill joker but batman can't kill, he still cares about you" and then Jason starts doubting his reasoning or whatever but like I feel like that wasn't the main point???

Was Jason mad he was replaced? Abso-fucking-lutley. Was Jason mad that the Joker was still alive? Yes fucking furious. But that never felt like the main point to me. To me it was the fact that, especially from the outside, his death changed nothing.

He looks back into what's happening in Gotham and sees not only that there's a new Robin but that the Joker had gotten out again. The newspaper headline he sees could quite literally be one from his Robin days because that's how little things have changed. Not only is there another child running around in the same outfit fighting crime but he's literally fighting the same exact man that got him killed.

Not only is the joker not dead but he's still escaping fairly regularly. The security wasn't even beefed up after his death.

And that means his death meant nothing.

His death didn't better the world, his death didn't even change anything. Nothing better came from him dying, there was no greater cause. He simply died.

[scaryscarecrows]

Roots and Leaves, Pt. 5

Jason ends up making a new, not-dorky e-mail to get a hold of Sheila. He’s got two, it’s not that, but one he knows Barbara (and therefore Bruce) monitors, and the other, well…look. Dick made it for him when he was a kid, and…Dick…Dick is Dick. God help him, he thought ‘littlewing@gmail’ was a good idea and by the time Jason actually found out about it, it was too late to do anything.

Oh, well. Everyone hates their first e-mail address. And at least he didn’t come up with that, he had it thrust upon him. It’s something.

He makes a nice, unembarrassing, un-Bat-stalked e-mail and sends a generic ‘hey how are you’. And then promptly pretends to himself that he doesn’t remember doing that and goes to trawl Craigslist for any sketchy-looking ads. You’d think these people would learn that there’s at least a sixty-forty shot of a cop or worse answering, but whatever.

So far, there’s not much-lotta people lookin’ for a dom-oh. Ohhh, that movie came out last weekend, didn’t it. That explains so much.

He clicks back out and channel-surfs for a bit instead, catches two seconds of a promo for something with a bloody clown and figures fuck it, he’s playing Mario Party even though it cheats worse than Penguin’s professional card players.

He’s getting absolutely wrecked by Goddamn Waluigi when his laptop announces that he’s got mail. He pauses-mid-Goddamn Waluigi gloating pose, how unfortunate-and pulls it over.

She has sent him a…it’s a…cat. She’s sent him a picture of a smiling cat. Is this a thing? Is this referencing something? Is she, perhaps, actually related to Dick?

He’s so confused.

Whatever. A quick Google search says that the cat is a thing. He responds with a piano-playing one and an inquiry about work before shutting off the Gamecube because fuck you, Waluigi.

Now what? He’s not good at this kinda thing, never was even…Before…but now? Haha forget it. He can muddle, a little, when people don’t know things but she knows something, clearly, because Batman tracked her down. She knows enough, and invariably there will be pity because nobody, including himself, knows what to say.

He wraps himself up in the blanket that lives on the couch and wishes somebody had written a manual for ‘how to live your best life after spending a year with a mad clown’. But to be fair, there can’t be that many people who lived to tell the tale.

Heh. There’s that one Gotham-based advice columnist, the one who’s there for the weirdoes with questions like ‘I have a hardcore crush on the Riddler, but I know I shouldn’t, please help me’. He could write to that…no, no, that wouldn’t end well. Some weird Joker cultist might come looking for him.

The computer dings again and he shoves a hand free from the blankets. Another cat, and a ‘thankfully slow day. This is his life now, apparently; communicating with his maybe-long-lost-mother through cat pictures. What a world.

He’s not gonna lie, though, the cats are cute and it’s…they’re a good buffer. They’re making this all a little less awkward.

As it turns out, he may come by his ‘God help the dumbasses’ honestly-Sheila has a biting sense of humor and he knows he shouldn’t laugh at the schmuck who got his dick wedged in a coconut, but…but…he’s sure that guy’s probably the same type to take a shortcut down a dark alley. Hell, for all he knows, he’s saved that exact guy from that exact situation.

Bruce would roll his eyes and rub his nose and say nothing. He was never very good at realizing that yeah, you gotta save people, but sometimes…sometimes they’re in that boat because they’re really fucking stupid.

Or at least, he never told Jason that.

It’s another hour, easy, of light back-and-forth before he makes himself send a ‘I gotta get some sleep, I got the night shift’, shuts the computer off, and burrows into his blanket. Bed’s too far away and he’s comfy here.

For once, he’s out cold in five minutes.

* * *

He lives to regret sleeping on the couch. When he wakes up, it’s late afternoon and he. Is. Stiff.

I regret my life choices.

Well. Most of them, anyway.

His computer informs him that Sheila sent him a ‘sweet dreams’ e-mail and, um. It’s. It’s been a while and he’s torn between being gobsmacked and feeling stupid for feeling all warm inside.

Catherine used to-well, when she was…healthy…-she used to read to him from an old, falling apart book of Greek myths. Looking back, she did some heavy on-the-fly editing, because it wasn’t until later that he found out that oh, Hercules killed his whole family, but she did it and after, she used to kiss his forehead and tell him the same thing. He tried to do it for her, later, but he was never really good at it and she never seemed to notice.

He did it anyway.

Stretching gets several nasty pops out of his spine and hips, but he can now move a little easier. He wants a smoothie.

He’s just finished making it when there’s a knock on his door and he frowns, tries to remember if he ordered anything recently. No…so…

It turns out to be Mz. Melinda May, armed with Snickerdoodles. Hell yes.

“Hey, Triple-M.”

“Hey, honey.” She shoves the plate at him. “I don’t trust you not to eat.”

“I do!” he protests, moving out of the way so she can come in. “I just made a smoothie! I made Jambalaya last night!”

That was a bad thing to say. She cocks an eyebrow at him and asks, voice deadly calm, “Did you put a splash of Tabasco in it?”

Shit. He knew he forgot something.

“No?”

“Boy, I told you once, I told you a hundred times…”

“I spaced! I got distracted by something outside!”

She sighs and shakes her head.

“I’m not staying, it’s my bridge night and those old bitches are going down in flames.” Some part of him is, and probably always will be, amused and terrified that she swears like that. “But you don’t take care of yourself.”

“Thanks for the cookies.”

“Hm.” She hobbles into the hall, muttering darkly to herself about, “No Tabasco…absolute disgrace…” and he shuts the door. Shower, then cookie.

…

No. Cookie first. So it doesn’t go stale or anything. Can’t be too careful, after all.

[ellana-ravenwood]

Cig’ Break - Jason Todd x Reader

I think I’m going to write a story about this. That’s what I think. So here we go, a little love for Jay, because he deserves it. Also, remember kids, smoking is bad, also stay in school and...stuffs. Hope you’ll like it :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Forty nine. 

That was the number of time Jason Todd’s family tried to convince him to quit smoking. Forty nine times. It always made him feel better, to keep track of their attempts, because it made him feel like they cared about him...Even if, sometimes, their way of showing it would be to grunt at him to stop smoking, because it’ll be the death of him. 

 As a child, Jason was bruised and abused, forgot, abandoned and left to fend for himself, by the very people who were suppose to take care of him...His parents. He had to fight for his life for so long, and met all the wrong people. 

All the wrong people ? 

Not quite. One day, in this dark hazy world he was living in, in one of Gotham City’s poorest neighborhood, he decided that it would be a good idea to steal the famed Batman’s tires and...The rest is history. 

Sure, his life didn’t suddenly become full of rainbows and happiness. Oh no, he really went through Hell and back, he had some extremely tough times but...He gained something he never had before. 

A family. 

A family that cared enough about him to try and convince him to stop smoking almost fifty times. A family that, though he went back to some very dark places never fully gave up on him (though it took Jason a long time to realize that). 

A true family, not bound by blood but by an unbreakable bond forged over the years. A family, like no other, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

So sure, things weren’t always pretty, and sure, he fought a lot with them and such...but at the end of the day, deep down, he knew now that they would always be here for him. Always. It took him a while to understand and realize that, years even. 

For the longest time he thought they didn’t care. He thought he was just a replacement for the Batman, to replace the golden son, Dick. He thought he wasn’t really their brothers. He thought...But he was all wrong. Dying and coming back to life, though at first it made everything worst (oh god so much worst), put things into perspective.

He finally understood the man he came to call “dad” (though it took him some times), Bruce Wayne. Understood why he didn’t kill the Joker, understood why sometimes he was so harsh with him...

Yes. It took years to Jason Todd to understand that he mattered. That he was valid and loved. That without him, the family wouldn’t be the same...It took him years, and it all came down to that moment he decided to start smoking. 

“What ?” You might wonder, but it all makes sense. 

You see, when Jason died and was brought back to life by Ras Al’Ghul, he was angry. He hated his family, and even more his “father” who had abandoned him, left him to die at the hand of that heinous clown. So everything this man he used to adore told me not to...he did. 

He killed, he hurt others, he stole, he emptied his heart of any warm feelings and...he started to smoke. Because once, when he was ten, Bruce had told him that smoking was a terrible habit, after he scolded a man for smoking near him and Dick at a gala. Because that man he used to trust told him not to...he started to smoke. 

And though over the years after his resurrection he finally understood and forgave his father, hell started to call him “dad” again and came back to the live at the mansion, though he accepted to see a therapist and to talk about his feelings, to heal himself of all the pain, though he stopped killing and opened up his heart more...He never stopped smoking. 

Because he kinda liked it. He knew it was a bad habit. He knew it wasn’t healthy. But...he couldn’t quite do everything his dad was telling him to do right ? He had to stay a little bit rebel. So if he had to say a lot of swear words, and to smoke just to piss him off, then he will. 

He couldn’t be the perfect son (hell, none of his brothers were either, his reputation would be RUINED if he was the goody two shoes one right ?). And so, he smoke...besides, after all he’ve been through, listening to his dad, to his brothers, or to Alfred trying to convince him to stop smoking made him feel good. Reassured him that they cared. 

Bruce would always grunt at him whenever he’d light a cigaret. He’d try to snap it out of his hand, though Jason, knowing that, would always end up out of reach before he could. He’d then talk about all the risks that tobacco has, all the single sickness you can get from it, and end with a barely audible : “and I care too much about you to let you do that to yourself so quit it please”. Sometimes, if he was in a good mood (which happened rarely really), he would say those last words louder, from the bottom of his heart, and finish it with a “I love you, son”. 

Dick always joked about his bad smoking habit, but there and there, would put in some comment about how he should stop. But it would always end up with Jason feeling uncomfortable because, if there was one in the “Batfamily” who wasn’t afraid to talk about what he had on his heart, it was Dick, and oh he loved making his little brother feel uncomfortable whenever he started to talk about how it would be impossible to live without him, how awful it was when he was actually dead, how he never wanted to go through that again, how he was suppose to die first because he was the oldest...Yes. His heartfelt revelations would always make Jason feel weird (but also, good), and somehow, they always made him not want to smoke. At least, not around Dick. 

Tim was, just like his father, very pragmatic. He always told Jason how it was. If he kept smoking, then he would die. If he died...then it would break this family, again. The balance of their family was fragile, and losing one of the counter weight would be dramatic. Without Jay, life wouldn’t be the same, and the family couldn’t recover. Always very pragmatic...he almost made Jason cried, once, by telling him how much the family depended on him, and how much it would be such a sad and dark world without him.

Damian was the worst. He wouldn’t really say anything, just take the cigaret out of Jason’s mouth and throw it away, ignoring his protest. It would rarely happen though, because Jason tried to never smoke around the kid...But on those rare few occasions, he wouldn’t even be able to anyway because Damian wouldn’t let him. He would also hide his cig packs, even though he always denied it. For Damian, it was impossible to admit that he wanted to protect his older brother, that this idiot meant so much to him that he had to do something...But Jason knew. Jason knew and, whenever he realized one of his packs of cigaret would be missing, he’d always go spend some times with the brat, annoying him affectionately, ruffling his hair and...Yes. They both knew what they meant for each others, but god forbid they’d ever admit it. 

Jason was never smoking around Alfred, because the butler, whom he came to think about as his grandfather, was too damn convincing. Jason knew that if he listened too much to Aflred, he would quit smoking for good, and he didn’t want to...maybe, one day, when he’ll realize that being a rebel is “stupid”. In the meantime, Alfred would always leave little snarky and full of wits comments whenever he smelled the gross scent of cold cigaret on Jason. Sometimes, he would even make him flinch, by telling him things like : “If you ever die from cancer before me my boy, my heart will be broken” and such. 

Yup. His family always tried to make him quit but...he wouldn’t. Not now at least. Besides, if he had listened to them, then he would never have met you..

************

That night, you were restless. You just couldn’t sleep, it was too fucking hot ! 

The problem in Gotham City, is that when it’s cold, it’s really goddamn cold, and when it’s hot ? Burns as if you were living in Hell (and maybe, somehow, you were, though you loved your hometown). 

Your AC was broken and you couldn’t really open your windows...this was Gotham after all, one open window could lead to a lot of trouble. And so you decided to climb on your building’s rooftop, with a blanket and a pillow. 

The rooftop was always empty, why would anyone go up there ? It was where you went when you wanted to be alone. To look around the city, without being seen. Besides, a few time, you saw one of those night vigilante jumping around ! It was just a really cool place. 

And on really hot nights ? The best. It was the best. A fresh breeze would always be up there, and you managed to sleep comfortably more than once. You had made a little nest up there, with an old mattress you stopped using a while ago, and fairy lights. 

It felt safe too, because...again, why would anyone go up on the rooftop ? Especially in the middle of the night. 

And here you were, climbing up the ladders to get there, with a blanket and a pillow...and that’s when you met him. 

He was sitting on your old mattress, back to you.

At first, you froze. The Hell ? Who was that ? What was he doing there ? No one ever got up there but you ! You quickly realized thought that he was...one of them. And his mask was off. 

Or rather, his helmet. It was sitting next to him...Red Hood. 

Yup. That was Red Hood, the most violent one (and that was saying a lot). But you weren’t afraid, because wasn't he just violent toward criminals ? 

You lived your entire life in Gotham, and you never even nicked a candy bar ! And so you slowly walked toward him, wondering what you were going to say to him...What ? “Hum excuse me, but you’re in my bed ?”...

He scared you when he turned around, ready to fight and...Oh my god. It was Jason Todd Wayne ! One of Bruce Wayne’s adopted son ! ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS MAN IN GOTHAM !

And it suddenly hit you. Of course. It would make sense. Bruce Wayne had a motives to become the bat, and the money. And all the little Robins around him...of course. They were his kids. Well damn. What a discovery. 

-Wow. You’re one of the Wayne boys. 

Was all you were able to say on the moment. The stranger tried to put his helmet back on fast, but he knew it was too late. Fuck ! 

You walk up to him, and he stares at you. You notice the cigaret in his hands and you say : 

-Can I have a drag ? 

He looks at you, surprised. He’s almost a hundred percent sure you recognized him so..why don’t you react much ? 

Truth is, you don’t want to react. I mean, you don’t want anyone else but you to know their secrets, because it would ruin them ! And Gotham needed the “Batfamily” (it’s how gothamites came to call all of them). 

Unsure, Jason gives you the cigaret and you take a drag, coughing because you’re not use to actually smoke. You turn to him, and he slowly takes his helmet off again. What’s the point in hiding, you knew who he was.

He looks at you curiously, as you smoke on his cigaret and look in front of you, at the view of Gotham you have. Why don’t you say anything ? 

The truth is, you don’t really wanna talk. You’re tired. And you just made a really cool discovery that you’ll forever keep secret because that’s the right thing to do. So you don’t want to talk. You just want to sit there, in peace. 

He doesn’t really seem to mind so, you know. Besides, he’s sitting on your bed. If anyone was to leave, it would be him ! But he doesn’t. 

Oh no. No, Jason is captivated by how little you seem to care that he’s  the famous Red Hood (famous for doing some awful things, not just for saving the city). He can't get over the way you just discovered that he was Jason Todd Wayne, that he saw the shock on your face and yet...a small smile replaced your shocked face rapidly, and you just casually went to sit next to him, asking to take a fucking drag off of his fucking cigaret ! 

Who were you ? What was your name ? Why weren’t you running away ? Or yelling everywhere that you knew who the Red Hood was ? 

Later. You’d tell him later. In fact, you’d answer all his questions another day. Because today, he wouldn’t ask you anything else. And you wouldn’t speak, just look upon Gotham. 

He takes the cigaret out of your hands and smokes a bit too, before giving it back to you. 

You spend the night there, in comfortable silence, with an almost total stranger (you only knew things you saw on TV about him). You barely recall falling asleep at some point...when you wake up you’re alone, but you have the intimate conviction you’ll see him again. 

************

It becomes a habit. Every night, you go up on your roof, and he’s there. Sometimes he doesn’t stay much, just the time to smoke a cigaret with you, and then he leaves. Probably to fight crime. 

Sometimes he stays hours...and that’s when you start to talk. 

(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Your name rolls so perfectly on his tongue. 

You explain to him why you won’t tell anyone who he really is, or who his entire family really is. You explain why you’re grateful for him to exist, because you always lived in Gotham and you know without them it wouldn’t be the same. You tell him so many things, and oh, he talks back. 

He finds himself talking to you more than he ever talked to anyone else. Whenever it’s your turn to take drags on the cigaret, he would tell you about himself. What he liked and disliked. 

Eventually, he talks about the dark part in himself. Why it’s there. What happened. That time he first speaks about it...is the first time you actually touch him. It’s not just a small brush of your hand on his as you take his cigaret from his hands. No. You lay your head on his shoulder. You close the gap that was there since day one between you, and lay your head on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist. 

His breath hitches slightly, before he wraps his own arm around your shoulder, and you stay like that. For a long time. Just snuggling against each others. 

************

The nights he can’t stay long are the one you hate the most. Those nights, you usually just share a cigaret in silence. You sometimes listen to music, discovering each other’s taste in that...realizing that all your favorite bands are the same. Most of the time, you’re in each other’s arms. 

Nothing else happen. No. You just...hug, give each other warmth. 

************

The calm nights, when he can say...Those are the best. You talk for hours, about everything and nothing at the same time. 

He quickly becomes your best friend. 

And always, you share a cigaret, your touches lingering each time longer whenever you pass the cig to each others.

************

He tastes...like ash. Of course he does. He smokes too much. 

You taste like that too, like cigaret. But there’s also a hint of raspberry that he loves...and, lime ? 

The first time he kisses you, it’s on one of those nights he has time to say. One of those nights he’s not called to go fight crime. 

It’s well into Autumn by the time, and the nights aren’t as hot anymore. You’re wrapped in a blanket when he arrives and...he’s hurt. He bleeds slightly from his brow. 

You go down in your apartment to fetch some stuffs, but he doesn’t follow. It would be too dangerous. What if someone sees him going in your apartment ? 

So he stays up, and it’s so damn cold. 

Oh Gotham. Only two settings. Freezing cold, or hot as hell. Or rainy. Like, “Noah, I hope you build a kick ass ark because man that’s a lot of water” rainy. 

You’re back in an instant, and clean his wound rapidly. And...you don’t really know how it happens. It just sort of...does. 

Your hand lingers on his wound, and he reaches up to catch it. 

Your breath lets out small clouds and he realizes that you must be freezing...He feels guilty because he’s the reason your up there, so he wraps you better in your blanket and brings you close to him. Only, instead of laying your head on his chest, as you often do, you keep your eyes up. 

You stare at him. At his cut. And he can’t help himself. 

His lips are on yours all of a sudden. And they’re so oh so soft, even if a little chapped. You respond to his kiss instantly, and it only feels natural when you open your mouth to let his tongue go in. 

He taste like ash. And you do too...but you have a little taste of raspberry and lime as well. He loves it. 

************

Sometimes, you fight. 

But it’s never too bad. It’s always about somethings stupid. And it would usually result in you guys kissing...

************

It’s funny, how the fact that you kissed doesn’t change anything. You guys still meet up every night, as if nothing. Sometimes, you kiss again. Sometimes, you don’t. And always, you talk and embrace. Always. 

************

But one day, it’s not enough. Your cigaret breaks are amazing but...it’s time that Jason Todd and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) becomes a thing out there as well. 

It’s weird, the first time you see your face on a newspaper with the title : “Sorry Ladies, the second Wayne boys, Jason, is not single anymore !”, with a picture of you and him walking in the streets, hand in hand.

But it’s ok. It’s fine. Because...He’s your best friend. He’s...Because...you love...Because. 

************

-I love you, (Y/N). 

He tells you, while it’s your turn to take a drag off of the cigaret you share that night. You almost swallow the cigaret out of shock. It’s the first time he tells you that, it’s a big deal. And yet...and yet it’s not. 

-I...I love you too. 

He nods. Brings you closer, and takes the cigaret. His turn to take a drag. And so it’s done. But of course. You love each others, as simple as that. 

************

There’s only one night that you guys didn’t meet on the roof. You were sick that day, and knew you couldn’t go up there...

You were utterly surprised when you heard a knock on the door and there he was. Even more surprised when he explained that his father gave him a day off of patrol to take care of you...

And though you were sick, that night...That night is the first time you and him made love. And oh it was so delicious and warm to wake up in his arms come down morning. 

************

This went on for years. It was your little ritual. 

Of course, nowadays you’d live together, in a nice apartment Bruce found for you two, in Gotham Central. 

And of course, he would now have days off given to him by his father, to be with you. Oh Bruce. He absolutely adored you. He said he noticed a change in Jason after he first met you. A nice change. A noticeable one. He stopped smoking since with you...of course, you didn’t talk about that one cigaret you always shared, every nights. This was your thing, with you and Jason. 

Yes. Jason’s father adored you. And the positivity you had on his entire family, because oh you were such a ray of sunshine. And there was nothing better than to witness you and your recklessness put someone in their place at a gala...he loved how you always spoke your mind ! (He’ll never forget that day you told him to fuck off after he was a bit of a dick to his sons...it was so refreshing to have someone stand up against him and put him back in his place when he was being a douche, so beneficial). 

Really, his entire family came to love you. His brothers like a sister, Alfred like a granddaughter etc etc. How could they not love you ? You saved Jason from himself, after all. And he quit smoking for you ! 

Oh but if they knew about your little nightly ritual...

Your little ritual, of going ont he rooftop to smoke a cigaret was happening almost every night. It was great. It was calm moments, and though sometimes they were short because Jason still had to save the city...They were always great. 

Up until one day...

************

It’s another one of those extremely hot summer night in Gotham. You and Jason met almost ten years ago, and have been together for nearly eight. 

You’re waiting for him. Right now, he must have left the bat cave and will be there soon. You’re waiting for him, looking upon Gotham as you did all those years ago.

And finally, finally he’s here. 

He kisses you, and smiles. He always smiles when around you. 

He takes his cigaret pack off and...you stop him. 

-Not today Jason. 

He looks at you curiously. Uh ? What...What’s the matter ? What is wrong ? ...Are you going to leave him ?! 

The thought terrifies him and he finds himself petrified, not able to utter a single word. You instantly see how he stiffens, how he freezes and you understand. So you reassure him : 

-I’m not going anywhere honey, I just...I’m...I can’t smoke tonight. It wouldn’t be safe. 

He’s confused. What ? 

And then it hits him. The way you look at him, and the hand you have on your stomach. His breath hitches, and, voice shaking a bit, he asks : 

-...Really ? And...Mine ? 

You roll your eyes at that, but you nod. Yes. Really. His. 

And it’s like all the hardship he went through vanished, all his worries, his pain...everything disappear. He feels a surge of happiness growing inside him, as he lunges towards you and takes you in his arms. 

Finally, just in case, you confirm : 

-Yes Jay. Really. And it’s yours. You’re going to be a father Jay, you’re going to be a father...

The pack of cigaret he had in his hand falls to the floor and...it’s the last time he ever touched one. Because this is it. This is the time. 

The time when he realizes that being a rebel and annoying his father...it’s over (well, the rebel part at least, he could never stop driving his dad crazy). 

The time he realizes it’s time to grow up. To be more responsible. To...To change truly. 

Because he’s going to have a child. And there’s no way he’ll ever let this kid be in danger, threatened or anything...ever...especially not by him. 

And so on that day, Jason Peter Todd took a decision. 

And you did too. 

There would be no more cigaret in the Todd-(Y/L/N) household ever again (well, at least until your child will decide it’s time to enter a rebel phase as well, and will sneak on the rooftop to smoke...just like you used to). 

The End.

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As usual, I drifted away from the initial idea again...Sorry ‘bout that, I can just never control my writing, I never know what I’ll end up writing based on a prompt I receive so...yeah, hope you still like it :/. Also guys, let’s be honest, is this too descriptive ? I realize there’s almost NO dialogues in there...is it bad ? Should have I made them talk more, instead of describing scenes ? You tell me...I just felt like this would be a “not much talk” kind of stories but I might be totally wrong eh

[iraniq]

United

*inspired by the Justice League I watched last night*

It was almost the end of the world…. Weird creatures attacking our planet again … Nothing else to do, besides unite!

You weren’t allowed to go to battle with your husband, definitely not because you were pregnant. But simply because you don’t quite have superpowers besides sneaking and knowing secrets, oh boy the secrets you knew ... That was what you were trading with.

It has been 52 hours since they left. No internet, no news. You and another girl stood in the huge living room. You were peacefully reading a book and she was nervously pouting around.

-        Can you please stop! - she looked shocked at you. - Your first rodeo?

She really looked worried.

-        They will be fine. – you turn the other page. -        My boy … finance, already died once … -        Lucky you … - that came up completely wrong, well not that much, sometimes you wish yours was dead too, but only sometimes - I meant… You know, they will at least go back for him. - there was bitterness in your voice. Will they go back for yours too…

Another hour passed by.

-        Why aren’t you worried? -        I live with the thought my King may die any second, so we live like there will be no tomorrow. And instead of us doing it so now, I pursway him to go and help … - your eyes hot tearly. -        Oh, it’s ok … - she rushed to you - Don’t cry, it’s bad for the baby.

You brust in laughing.

-        It’s my 6-th one darling, I know how to handle babies.

Her eyes widened.

-        6? -        Yep, he said we will never have sex again after the twins, which was like 2 and half years ago, but he lasted only 3 days… - you both laughed - And I got him drunk 5 months ago, we had unprotected sex, and voala! - you pointed at your big belly. -        Wow… -        What about you, any kids, plans, something … Or you are waiting after the wedding. -        Well he was… - she paused for a second. -        Oh dear ... - you rubbed her back - I didn’t mention to strike a nerve here. -        No, he was in … coma, we weren’t sure if he was going to wake up. So we are keeping it slow, for now.

You smiled. An old man came in, holding a baby boy.

-        Simeone’s clingy. -        Come here. - you took your son. - Say “hello” Brandon. - the boy stopped crying as he saw you and waved at the girl. After he hugged you for a while. He took off and went to the old man. -        Looks like uncle Al got himself busy! - you joked after you saw the others creeping him from behind. -        Yes. - he answered calmly. But you could tell he was at the pick of his happiness. -        So… - she looked questioning. -        God, no! - you laughed.

Another hour went by.

You were dying on the inside, but didn’t let your kids see it. They had dinner and went to bed. You and the girl were yet again left alone; “uncle Al” was on duty to help the team United. As you could understand from your oldest daughter it wasn’t sunshine and rainbows there. It was very possible they may die wile saving the world. She just texted you this.

-        How old are they? -        The oldest girl is 12, the other is 6, the boy is 4 and the twins are 2 and a half. - you simply smiled and suddenly burst into tears. She came and hug you again. -        Please don’t cry, if it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead by worry right now. -        I am dead already … - you manage to sob, hugging your belly - this will be my last memory if him. -        Don’t talk like this. They will… -        No one will care, not to mention come back for the Clown Prince Of Crime! - you yelled. She froze, moving away at the couch. -        Yeah, Ms. Lane, they will come back for your alien, but no one will do for my King. - you wiped your tears and got up. - Now if you excuse me, I need to pee.

It was around 3 in the morning. She hasn’t spoke to you since you told her who you are. Alfred didn’t call either with news.

-        So why are you here, as you are the bad guy? - she asked with visible hate in her tone. -        Who do you think made all the “ bad guys” - you made air quotes with you fingers - go and join the quest? I trade with secrets, and I am also very good at convincing people … As they had the guts, and found it their duty to rob a bank, it is their duty to save the world they live in, as there will be no banks to rob otherwise… - she stayed silent, she knew you were right, but refused to admit it. -        They are back! - Alfred informed on the com.

* At the Jet Plane*

-        Someone wake him up! -        Are you serious? -        Arthur, do as I say! -        Is he dead? -        No, Barry, he is not dead, but we will be, if he is not awake when we land. -        He is alive! -        You have that kind of system too, awesome. – Barry fangirled. -        Can you wake him up, Victor? -        I think yes, Barry will have to sting him a little, and he will be fine. -        No way man, that’s the Joker, I am not gonna touch him! -        Are you scared of him to? -        It’s not funny mermaid. -        Don’t call me mermaid, Tin man. -        Boys, calm down! -        Thank you, Diana. Why are you so quiet, Clark? -        I want to rest, that’s it. -        Guys, he is waking up, he is waking up … - Barry stepped away, next to Victor. Arthur was sitting between Clark and Diana. And all were staring at J, lying across them. -        Fuck… - he yelled, putting his hand on his head. -        You will live, it’s just a scratch, Victor said it won’t even leave a scar. -        But my hair is ruined, B! She is soo gonna kill you! -        We just won a … -        You haven’t met his Queen! - Bruce was fast enough to answer.

Mr. J just smiled and sit.

-        Do you want a pain killer? - Victor asked. -        I live for the pain! - he growled - Are you scared child? -        Nope, I am not, completely not … -        You should be. Btw who is keeping my wife company? -        Louis. -        You left my fiance with the maniac’s wife? - Clark stood up, and Diana follows, worried they will get in a fight again. -        Chill, the only think your chatty reporter can learn from my maniac wife is how to get you drunk and get herself pregnant.

And then it happened … Bruce brust into laughter. A thing no one had seen or heard before. He was laughing loudly. And it was a pure heart laughter.

-        Don’t laugh man. Just don’t … Not that I don’t love them, just … I am not sure if I am physically able to love them all ant not broke into pieces.

They were all again shattered by this simple and yet unexpected confession. And how close these two “arch enemies” seem to be.

-        It’s the 6-th one right? -        Yeah … I think she is planning on collection or something. - J said, fixing what’s left of his hair. He was having a big scratch on his right, and half of his hair was gone. -        Wait … - Diana started - you are enemies. -        Yes we are … - Bruce said. -        We kinda created each other … So … Why not go friends as well? -        You are friends? -        Jealous much, Superman? - J blinked at him. - I named one of my kids after him. - J lied back - Me and my wifey were on a romantic date, breakibg into Gotham First Bank, and the old rat, over there, took forever to come and catch us, that we manage to even had sex. It was awkward… -        Having sex in the vault? - Barry asked. -        It was awkward for me catching them… -        Doing it in the vault … - J started laughing. -        Because of people like this I live in the ocean. -        So your son is named after him? - Clark asked. -        No, Bruce is an ugly name, we picked Brandon instead. -        I am gonna finally see him. -        Well you would’ve done it earlier when they were born, my Queen send you an invitation. -        I was busy. -        Yeah, go and lie someone else… - J played it offended.

The plane landed.

-        How’s my hair? - J asked Diana. She stared at him, with no answer. -        You are fine. - Bruce tapped his shoulder. -        You know you are getting it, right. -        Yeah I know.

The plane door opened, Arthur was first followed by Diana and Clark, and Barry and Victor, J was fixing his hair in desperate attempt to hide the half that was missing.

You and Lois were standing there waiting. Clark come and hug her. You on the other hand were not that patient and went through, as you walk, Victor stood at your way.

-        Go away, overgrown toaster! – you yelled and he stepped away in surprise. -        Oh, boy! – Barry whispered, certain you will be in his “I am afraid of” list. As you saw J you screamed loudly, causing everyone to turn at you. -        Your eyes are red. A few tears for your long-lost boss? -        Tears of joy, I hate job hunting. -        Vacations over! – he said grinning. Quoting movie lines was indeed your thing.

You rushed and hug him. He was dirty and smelly, but it didn’t matter to you. You cover him in kissed while crying loudly. He just pet your hair, the long looks he so much love. As you stopped to take a breath you noticed his wound. You gasped and covered your mouth; tears were coming all over again.

-        Chill, Doll, it won’t even leave a scar, and … the hair will grow back again. – he started.

You looked at Batman.

-        Ma’am.

You smiled. And kissed your King’s lips gently.

-        Ugh … you stink… -        Like s superhero, I know! – he hugged you and started walking to the inside of the cave. -        It’s disgrosting! You can’t hug our kids like this. -        I know … Why are you shaking, are you cold? -        I forgot to pee. – you whined and he laughed, slapping your butt, and you rush inside. -        Run, Forrest, Run! – he yelled after you laughing. -        Do you know they have 5 kids? – Louis whispered to Clark. -        Did she told you how to get me drunk and get yourself pregnant? -        Yes, she insisted on me doing this, saying you are prefect gene material. -        Please don’t do this to me, I’ll volunteer. – they both laughed and walked in.

Only Barry, Victor, Bruce and Diana were left.

-        They are odd. – Barry started – but they are indeed couple goals … - the others stared at him – What, you know it’s true, just look at them. Like the Addams family but … in a homicide manic way … -        Yes, they are! – Bruce agreed. -        You may take some notes. – Diana teased. Alfred walked in. -        Master Wayne, your nephews are waiting. -        Are they all look like him?

Alfred chuckled.

-        Oh, man… - Bruce took his mask off. – And I thought the worst part was over.

They all got a shower and get prepared for dinner, or very early breakfast.

-        Why does the other kids have such big age difference from the first one? – Alfred asked as he was fixing Bruce’s shirt, who was still in huge pain to do it himself. -        The first one was Jack’s, before he turned into The Joker, they are a couple since kids, she was 14 when the girl was born. -        And he told you this, when you were … -        Yes. His father killed my parents and I pushed him into the chemicals … I guess we are even now. Why do you think they keep sending me invitations of baby showers and sonogram photos. -        So you check them? – Alfred smiled. -        Well … you can tell he is the only friend I have … in a way. -        You have more now. It’s not a bad thing. -        As long as they don’t turn into psychopaths, I guess it is.

In your room the kids were hugging and kissing their father.

-        So you are e hero now? – the oldest asked. -        Yep! Right in Batsy’s face.

They all laughed and cheered.

-        Come on, time for food. -        But you just ate mom. – the other girl said. -        Dunno, if it was for me or for him, so I have to eat again. -        Doll … - J grabbed your hand, letting you alone in the room, after the girls ran to meet uncle B. – You could’ve said you wanted another kid. It was a dick move! You laughed. -        I knew this will happen, and I suspect you will want to help, because if the children, and I … I was afraid, you won’t come back, so I wanted to have as much memories of you as I could.

He looked at his feet smiling.

-        Liar! You want a full collection don’t you! -        Fuck you, J! Can’t a girl dream. -        Anything my Queen wants! -        Baby wants, baby gets! – you smiled and kissed him gently. – I hope this hair will be fine soon, or I will be the end of the world. -        Yes, Ma’am!

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[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Mommy” Part 5

It was a well known fact The Joker’s girlfriend left him with four young children and disappeared. It was also known that his ex stepped up and took care of them even if she didn’t have to. The King of Gotham might have lost his woman, but he never lost his Queen.

Part 1        Part 2       Part 3        Part 4 

The Joker insisted you accompany him to the meeting he has today with one of his main smugglers. You were hesitant leaving the children at home, especially the one month old Emma. Plenty of trustworthy people to watch the little ones, but you prefer to take care of them.

It’s been a while since you last acted as head of security; being pregnant stopped you from such task. The truth is you kind of missed it, yet you love your role as a mother also. Thankfully, Frost is the other reliable person to keep a very close eye on The King of Gotham and make sure it all goes smooth when you’re absent.

The negotiations started 5 minutes ago and you circle the warehouse, signaling the other henchmen to patrol outside. As you walk towards the far north end of the storehouse, you pass by a pile of ammo crates and the faint cry coming from behind them gets your attention.

“What are you doing here, hm?” you mutter to yourself when you see a baby in a cardboard box, maybe two months old, apparently a little boy since the intense blue onesie stands out. “Hey buddy, where’s your blanket?” you lift him in your arms, not seeing anything else around except the cold space he was confined in. Chilly in the warehouse and the baby’s hands are so cold to the touch. He whimpers, not having the strength to cry louder.

You take off your jacket and wrap him up in it, upset at the situation. The mom in you immediately takes over and you blow air on the tiny fingers, warming up the helpless infant and cuddling him to your chest.

“Ssssttt, don’t cry,” you slowly rock him. “It’s better now, see?…Hey Sully!” you raise your voice, walking back towards the gathering. “Who’s baby is this?!”

The smuggler stops talking to The Joker and Frost, worried about that displeased expression written all over your face.  

“Oh, we took him from some very wealthy folks. They didn’t pay the ransom yet so I am not sure what to do with him,” Sully lifts his shoulders up, explaining the situation to a more and more annoyed Y/N.

“Did anybody feed him?! Or changed him?! Why isn’t he wrapped in a blanket?! It’s very cold in here for a baby!!”

“Ummm…” J’s business partner feels cornered since you’re becoming more and more aggressive. “One of my girls fed and changed him this morning.”

“This morning?!” you shriek. “It’s 2 o’clock Sully!!!”

Frost glances at The Joker, seeking for some kind of clue on what he wants done; your boyfriend is silent, watching the scene and not reacting for the moment.

“Well, what can I say? The parents didn’t pay the ransom, probably they don’t want him back that badly,” he chuckles, believing the other two guys will consider this as funny as he does. “If they don’t pay by tomorrow, I will probably drown him and mail the packaged body to them, this way those rich bastards learn their lesson, right?” and he laughs, the smirk dying on his lips as you frown, irritated:

“You’re an asshole, Sully!!”

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he lifts his hands up in surrender. “Sorry it was a bad joke,” he turns towards The Joker: The Clown Prince of Crime is still quiet, staring at you. “No need to bother with this insignificant problem; I’ll take care of it,” he reaches his arms for the little boy.

“Try to take him from me and I’ll break your fucking neck !” you threaten with such determination the smuggler stops his movement, nor understanding why you’re so mad.

Knowing your reputation, it’s wise not to stir the waters even more.

The Joker didn’t see you in action for some time and would like to witness your skills at work again, but he wants his money also. He gestures it’s OK to for you to leave and watches as you stomp towards one of the exits, shouting orders at the other henchmen as soon as you’re outside.

After about 30 minutes, the short meeting concludes and Frost stays behind, organizing money in two suitcases to take with him.

“What’s up with Y/N?” Sully asks Jonny, perplexed on your behavior. “She got mad for nothing.”

“You know she raised Mister J’s children, right?” Frost grumbles, not excited he has to explain your actions: it is obvious to him why you did it. Apparently, not everyone is on the same page…

“Yeah, everybody knows that,” the smuggler replies, insensitive to the issue.

“And you know Y/N and Mister J had a baby together recently, yes?” Frost lifts his eyebrows, almost done with his chore.

“Yes, everybody knows…Oh, wait…” Sully frowns, “…you mean it’s the mom thing?!”

Jonny gives him such a glare words are not necessary.

“I get it, you know? But this is business and that’s my merchandise. I need my merchandise back; the kid is worth a lot.” Frost closes the suitcases, ready to bail.

“I wouldn’t push her buttons more if I were you,” he utters before abandoning a confused Sully.

***********

The Joker finds you in his SUV, breastfeeding the infant. He rests his elbow on the opened door, takes a deep breath and inquires:

“Are we adopting honey?” the smugness finds its way out of his mouth.

You sniffle, caressing the tiny fingers:  

“Poor thing, he was starving…”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, not necessarily pleased or displeased with the whole incident.

“You do realize your charity case might have diseases or God knows what, hm?…”

“He’s just a baby…” you whisper, watching him fall asleep. Now that he’s been fed and warmed up, the little one is comfortable enough to doze off in the arms of the stranger that saved him. “You know she used to do this… She didn’t show any interested in your babies…she didn’t feed them…or changed them…just gave birth to the children and neglected them afterwards,” you sniffle while lifting your bra up and struggle to button up your shirt with just one hand since the other is holding the kid.

J knows exactly who you’re referring to: Anya.

“That’s why I asked you to take care of them,” he licks his lower lip, biting it afterwards.“Lemme do it,” he offers to help and buttons the remaining ones. “Saint Y/N,” The King of Gotham sighs, closing the door. He’s not even frustrated, which is rare.

The Joker goes around the car and places himself in the driver’s seat, jiggling the keys out of his pocket.

“Can you ask that jerk whose baby this is so he can be delivered to his parents?” you plead, not wanting to give the baby boy back to Sully. “I’ll ask a currier to take him back…Please?…”

A deep growl.

“Please?…For me?” you beg, squeezing the new found treasure to your body.

“Uggh… you’re killing me,” J protests and takes out his cellphone, dialing Sully’s number since he doesn’t want to return to the warehouse.

*************

“I shouldn’t have listen to you,” The Joker sneers, watching the news on his tablet. “His family is loaded! We should have kept the kid and collect the ransom. A few easy millions down the drain!”

He’s been bickering about it, especially since they keep on re-playing the breaking- news: a video of Bruce Wayne and his wife, thanking the person that returned their son safe and sound, the only hair to the enormous fortune for the moment.

You kiss his shoulder, snuggling by him on the sofa under the canopy. Everyone is at your house today, taking advantage of the nice weather and enjoying the outdoors.

“I love you,” you smile to make it better, aware J is extra crabby and you had something to do with it.

“Good for you, Princess. Such an achievement!” he huffs, turning off the tablet, sick of seeing the stupid reason why he’s not a few millions richer.

Emma is sleeping in her baby basket right by you, not bothered by her parents talking. Mia sneaks under the canopy, wanting to play with her sister. You didn’t even notice yet.

“Boo!!!” she gets into Emma’s face and the small body shudders, abruptly woken up from her nap.

“Oh no honey, don’t do that,” you pick up the little one in your arms as she cries and screams up a storm, startled by her older sibling. “She’s too young for this game, OK?”

Mia’s lower lip quivers and before you can say anything else she starts bawling her eyes out, upset her little sister is crying like that.

“It’s ok, don’t cry. You just scared her, she’s fine. Just don’t do it again, alright?”

But tears keep on rolling down her cheeks and The Joker finally decides to do something about it. He lifts Mia up, making her stand on his knees while holding her waist so she won’t fall.

“Why are you crying, hm?”

The three years old keeps on sobbing, her face getting redder by the second.

“That’s my daughter…” he points out towards Emma and you get ready to intervene, afraid he will say something mean to Mia, probably bring up the fact that she’s not his.

It’s not her fault Anya cheated on J and had her with God knows who.

“I don’t like it when my girls are crying, gives me a headache,” he wipes her tears and the toddler has no idea what he’s talking about.

“Daaa’yyy,” Mia whimpers, nuzzling to his neck because all she wants for now is her parent. The Joker sighs, holding her tighter and it seems to be working: she’s calming down.

“Why do I have so many kids?!” he blurs out, most likely a rhetorical question out of exasperation; his girlfriend wants to reply anyway.

“You mean we? And five kids is not a lot,” you bring to his knowledge.

Emma is not crying anymore and you keep on rocking her, tickling the little feet. You take Mia’s hand, pulling her towards you:

“Do you want to give Emma a kiss?”

“N-no,” she pouts, burying her face into J’s shoulder.

“Awww, why not?” you laugh since she’s fussing.

The Joker’s cell phone alerts of a brand new text message and he glances at the screen, scrolling down the page.

“The shipment arrived,” he announces, trying to put Mia down but she clings to him, needy and sulking. 

“Already? That was fast,” you softly bounce Emma on your knees, hoping she will close her eyes soon.

“I’m going to go and make sure everything is there,” he gets up, forcefully putting Mia down but she starts whimpering and he lifts her up again. “You’re such a brat! I’ll take you to the car and that’s it, alright?”

“Noooooo,” she whines, prepared to have a tantrum if her dad doesn’t stay with her.

“We’re going back to the Penthouse soon,” you announce when he leans over for a kiss.

“Sounds good, I’ll return once I’m done,” he pecks your lips, almost losing his balance with the little girl hanging from his neck.

**************

“Zane, com’ere!” you urge the playful child that’s hiding behind his tween, giggling.”Honey, you need to put your pants on !” you try to catch him when he runs behind his other brother Kase, refusing to obey.

You gathered everybody upstairs in the master bedroom at the Penthouse, changing the kids’ clothes after they had chocolate ice-cream: they surely enjoyed it and of course the sweet treat got on their garments.

“Hehehehe!” the boy teases and you give up, tossing his jeans on the bed.

“Fine, just walk around in your underwear, see if I care,” you protest, getting on your knees in order to collect their dirty clothes.

“Anybody home?” you suddenly hear a voice and Sully sees you popping up at the edge of the stairs. “Hey Y/N,” the smuggler greets, trying to be nice after messing up badly the last time he saw you.

“What are you guys doing here?” you look at the familiar faces: about 13 men, people you do business with quite seldom.

“Mister J invited us over for a meeting,” Nyx lies without blinking because he doesn’t want to make you suspicious.

That’s odd, you think.

The Joker never summons anybody here.

“He’s not back yet,” you announce. “Take a sit and I’ll come down shortly,” you gesture towards the lavish furniture, having a dreadful feeling about their unexpected presence at your home. J should have at least texted you they’re coming.

“Will do!” Sully agrees, waving in acceptance.

You step back inside the master bedroom and get your phone, wanting to make sure your boyfriend wants the meeting to be held at the Penthouse. As you sweep the screen, the baby monitor on the desk lights up, capturing the conversation going on in the living room.

You have baby monitors all over the place, something you need when you have five children to keep an eye on.

“The bitch needs to go down first,” someone whispers, “then we take care of the little assholes.”

“This will show who’s in charge; Gotham is not his!” you distinguish Sully’s low voice.

“Shit, I’m not sure if I can kill innocent children,” one of them has doubts and he gets reprimanded.

“Don’t be a pussy!” Nyx scolds. “Nothing connected to him is innocent !”

More indistinctive conversation that you don’t listen to anymore: you are already shoving the children towards the bathroom, grabbing Emma from the crib in the process.

“Get in here!” you help the kids inside the empty Jacuzzi and they think they will play around after you turn on the water. “Stop it!” you admonish and they don’t understand why their mother is so bitter when she’s usually very affectionate.

“What is it mommy?” Kase gets uneasy as you force them to sit down. 

“Sssttt, be quiet! Just stay in here and don’t come out, ok? Hold Emma,” you give her to the six years old, determined to protect your babies at all costs.

“Mommy, I’m scared,” Aiden wants to get up but you press him down towards the bottom of the tub, fighting the tears.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll be right outside, alright? Kase, keep your brothers and sisters in here! I don’t want to see any of you outside this bathtub until me or daddy come get you, alright?”

“Mooommyy,” Mia winces but you don’t have time to soothe her.

You close the bathroom door and take the phone out of your pocket, rushing inside the walk-in closet for your gun and bullets.

“Yes?” J answers promptly.

“Sully and about 12 more are here for us,” the shocking sentence makes his heart stop; and The Joker thought he doesn’t have one.

“Do what you have to!” he snarls, hanging up and dials Frost’s number, running towards his car. “Frost, where the fuck are you?!”

“In the basement, sir !” Jonny reports, worried his boss is yelling like that.

“Who let Sully and his men go upstairs?! Nobody gets to the Penthouse without my consent, you all know that ! Why wasn’t I called for approval??!!!!”

“I was in the basement for the last hour, sir. What’s happening?”

“They want to kill them! Go! Go now!”

Frost drops his cell, screaming for the other henchmen around to follow him. He races towards the elevator, cussing and wanting to find out who is responsible for endangering The King of Gotham’s family.

Little he knows it won’t be that easy to reach you.

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You quietly crack the bedroom’s door open, crawling towards the railing with your gun in one hand and a short range grenade in the other. You cautiously peek downstairs and see the guys scattered around the living room. The elevator’s door is pried opened with a suitcase and the staircase entrance is blocked by one of the dressers they moved in front of it.

The jerks came prepared.

You take a deep breath and get on your feet, Max being the first to notice you.

“Y/N, are you coming?”

The others turn their heads towards you, waiting for a reply.

“My children…” you raise your voce, “…are not assholes!!” and you pull the pin from the grenade, tossing it and rushing back inside the bedroom.

Turmoil downstairs and screams, then the powerful blast shakes the Penthouse; you know you can’t use more than one explosive, it’s too dangerous. After you lock the door, you walk backwards towards the bathroom, talking to the children since you can hear them fret, scared of the noise: “It’s ok, mommy’s here! Don’t be afraid, I’m here! Stay in there!”

You wish you could go comfort them but you can’t; you have to keep your kids safe.

Groaning and moans of pain reach your ears: makes you wonder how many you got with the grenade. Heavy steps going up the stairs and you know a few men are in front of the room. You shoot different spots in the heavy door and a thud is heard on the other side.

“Fucking bitch!” Max exclaims. “Shoot the door knob and kick the door open! We all charge inside in the same time! She’s alone!”

Your arm is extended towards the entrance, your finger steady on the trigger. You pant, outraged somebody has the audacity to come at your house and try to kill your babies. At this point you know that no matter what happens, you will gladly give your life trying to protect what belongs to you and The Joker.

************ “Fuck…,” Frost mumbles, seeing you lying face down in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor, surrounded by the children. They’re all bawling, terrified and not understanding what’s going on. Kase is still holding Emma, repeatedly attempting to get a reaction from his mother:

“Mommy, wake up! Pleeeassee, wake up!”

It took a while for the henchmen to break into the Penthouse: the elevator didn’t work and they had to take the stairs, but that way in was blocked also. They had to retreat to the 25th floor, climbing up the fire escape ladder that leads to the terrace on the 30th floor. The few pricks that were left alive and tried to flee when help arrived didn’t make it very far: they were captured and executed on the spot.

You used whatever strength you had left to get to your kids, just to make sure they’re alright, then you collapsed, fainting from the blood loss. You were shot 5 times at point blank: twice in the abdomen, once in the right arm and 2 more bullets pierced your left leg.

Frost knows his boss is going to flip and for good reason this time.

************

The Joker's voice going in and out, angrily shouting things you can’t understand, Frost yelling and blaming what happened on the careless idiots that took your safety and the children’s lightly. Gun shots. Is he punishing those responsible? No way to know…

****   Silence…for a long time…who knows for how long…

“Pumpkin, can you hear me?” his voice echoes and you can’t move or react. “You need three more surgeries, otherwise you won’t be able to walk…Don’t worry, you’ll be fine…” J gulps, concerned when there’s no reaction.

He was told the doctors will keep you into an induced coma for a while due to the nature of your severe injuries, yet the hope for a slight response still lingered in his mind.

****  “Mommy, I’m not wearing pants,” Zane confesses, whispering in your ear. Muffled laughter and you sense your hair being combed, probably Mia is playing, adding her ribbons and clips to your long locks because she likes to do that on a regular basis.

“La,laa,la,laaa…”she hums a little song and then your boyfriend snorts.

“Wow, Princess, I like your new hair style, you should keep it. I’ll take a picture and show you when you wake up, ok?”

****   Distorted whispers, then the clear secret shared in great intimacy:

“Mommy, I hid Aiden’s red truck under your bed,” Kase giggles, caressing your cheek.

Nothing for a long time, then a faint question:

“Mommy, I can’t find my red truck. Did you see it?”

You would like to say something, but you can’t move.

****   You feel a weight on your chest and realize it’s Emma. Steady breaths around you and the only thought before you lose yourself again is that they children are probably sleeping, cuddled to their mother.

****  “Princess, you’re done with the surgeries. Hurry up and get better so we can work on that new baby. We’re not getting any younger, especially you… … … … I just called you old. No comment?… … … That’s a first!”

Your lips being kissed…so much silence again…

****    “Anytime now would be nice,” The Joker grumbles, squeezing your arm. ”These kids are driving me crazy. Wake up!”

****   Is it night or day? You wish you would know….

You slowly open your eyes and stare at the ceiling, attempting to turn but you can’t feel your body. You want to speak yet no words come out.

“Daaadyyy!!” you suddenly see Aiden’s face popping close to yours. “Daadyyyy!! Mommy’s awake!”

*****************

After 16 years

“Are you guys ready?” Connor asks the 22 year old Kase as he enters the living room; his friend is here to pick him up and his siblings so they can go skiing for the weekend.

“Almost! We’re packing the last things,” Kase texts on his phone, glancing at you every few seconds.

“How is your mom doing?” he points towards the woman sitting on the couch, blankly staring in the distance. “Is the new treatment working?”

You oldest son exhales, saddened by the state you’re in.

“Not so far, still paralyzed…We tried so many things over the years without any results, it’s discouraging. My dad says there is another medical procedure out there that might help. He’s looking into it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Connor sighs at the news. “It’s always good to see you Misses Y/N,” he addresses the crippled mother even if she can’t reply.

Kase remorsefully sniffles.

“Is Evie coming too?” Connor changes the subject. ” I know Mister J said no last time because she’s only 14.”

“She’s coming, we managed to convince him. I’m gonna go and finish packing,” your son explains, heading upstairs again. “I’ll keep your mom company!” Connor smiles, approaching your resting spot.

“Sounds great!” and a door is being slammed.

The young man stops in front of you, bending one knee so he can be at the same eye level with you.

“I feel sorry for you,” he talks in a low tone, a huge smirk creeping up on his face.”Everything you did for them and it’s all for nothing.”

A malicious chuckle.

“I’m saddened to inform you none of your children will return home from the ski resort, including Evie. You must be going insane knowing Mister J had another child with someone else after you were reduced to this, hm? Like it’s not enough you raised four children that aren’t yours, he added another one. Look at the positive side: at least you didn’t have to nurture one more daughter you didn’t give birth to since you were paralyzed. No loyalty from The Joker, right? What else to expect from someone like him anyway?…I want you to know they won’t suffer, it will be quick. Took months to plan but…”

Suddenly, your eyes focus on Connor and your fingers go tightly around his neck as you push him to the floor, pinning him under your knees. He struggles to escape but your grip is so strong he feels he’s already suffocating.

“You think you’re the first piece of shit trying to get to our children? You think we didn’t know what you are up to?” you pant through your clenched teeth, watching him squirm without being able to break free. He’s choking on his own saliva, fighting to escape when Kase’s punch lands with such ferocity Connor’s jaw cracks and he passes out instantly.

“Mom, let go. Mom! Let go, dad said he wants him for interrogation, more people might be involved.”

It’s hard for you not to snap Connor’s neck but you finally decide to release your hold.

The young man had no idea, but only Kase is at the Penthouse: his five siblings are at the hideout by the ocean, safe and sound. Your oldest had to stay behind, this way Connor wouldn’t be suspicious; the elaborated scheme to gain notoriety from murdering The Joker’s offsprings was bold and needed immediate attention. Unfortunately, not the first or the last trial.

“Dad said he took care of the crew waiting to kill us at the ski resort. We didn’t lose any men,” your son helps you up and you step over the limp body, cracking your shoulders.“Are you ok mom?”

“I’m fine, just stiff,” you faintly smile, stretching after not being able to move for an hour on that damned couch.

Not a lot of souls are aware you fully recovered after being in a very bad shape for almost a year. Just a few close to your inner circle know the truth: when it’s thought that The King of Gotham has a weakness, it’s even easier to manipulate things. Evie is actually the second daughter you and The Joker had together; J didn’t have her with another woman. Of course it’s assumed otherwise since everybody thinks you’re a vegetable.

There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for your kids; no sacrifice too great, always prepared to protect the six children belonging to you and the man that once asked his ex to take care of his babies because he didn’t trust another with the task.

A mother wouldn’t think twice before deciding this.

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Once Mine, Always Mine Part 6

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PRESENT

The drive to the penthouse seemed like it took forever and for that I was grateful. When I pulled up to the valet he smiled and took my keys from my hand.

“Will you need anything else miss?” he asked.

“Don’t let anyone in.” I frowned and turned from him heading to the elevator.

When I reached the top floor I felt a sense of unease wash over me.

“I told the valet not to let anyone in...” I frowned.

“IM NOT JUST ANYONE.” A dark and deep voice greeted me and I watched Batman drop from the rafters.

“Don’t you use your Batman voice on me Bruce.” I frowned again.

“I HAVE TO, IM IN UNIFORM AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO THINK, YOU JUST DISAPEARED.”  He stepped into the soft lamp light.

“Damnit Bruce I didn’t disappear I drove away, on my own. I just needed some space.” I could feel my frustration growing.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST TELL ME THAT, I WAS JUST WORRIED.” He uncrossed his arms and walked up to me.

I couldn’t stand when he was dressed like this because it was hard for me to tell him no. I’d always thought he was attractive, even when I ran with the joker. Sheesh I thought, if only Mistah J could see me now, he’d be pissed.

Bruce leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. I leaned into his lips and closed my eyes.

“COME HOME SOON” He said. I opened my eyes and of course he was gone.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my jacket on the hook by the door. Making my way to my bedroom I stripped down to my panties and bra. Inside my drawers I found some old shorts and one of my old T-shirts. I grabbed my blanket and went back out to the living room. Sinking into the couch I just started to relax when the tears started to fall. I had created a mess for myself, I needed a reset button. I thought this was what I wanted, a normal life with a normal job and a somewhat normal boyfriend who actually cared about me but lately lying to myself seemed so much harder and I didn’t know what to do.

“You know exactly what to do” The voices answered.

“No, that’s not the answer. You guys can just shut the fuck up” I rolled over and turned on the TV blocking the voices out.

“Fine but you can’t avoid him forever. He will come for you and you know it.” They sneered.

“He doesn’t need us anymore, he found someone better.” After I said that the voices didn’t have anything else to say and we all lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. I watched a few things on TV and finally gave in to my misery. Closing my eyes I let my memories take me away….

PAST

The sound of passing traffic continued to greet my ears as walked into it. Swaying slightly from all the alcohol id drank. I crossed the busy street only to find myself outside of the Jokers work building. It was still boarded up just like I had remembered it. I didn’t even know what I was doing here, hadn’t I humiliated myself enough for one day? Apparently not I thought as I steadied myself and knocked on the big metal door.

“Open the door.” I said.

“I can’t Audrey.” Frosts Voice came from the other side.

“Come on Frosty! Please.” I begged.

“I have strict instructions from the boss not to let ya in here. I’m sorry A” he sighed.

“Fine, I’m outta here. Tell him I died.” I scowled.

“Audrey don’t!” He demanded through the wall.

“See ya never Frosty.” I yelled as I walked away.

I could hear Frost yelling for me in the dark but I was already halfway across the street dodging traffic. My head was pounding and I just wanted to find a place to lie down and sleep….

PRESENT

I was woken  abruptly from my dream. Someone called my name and I could faintly hear it through my alcohol induced coma.

“Oh Dollfaceeeeeeeeeee. Wakey wakey…….”

I froze instantly, I heard that voice in my dreams for so long that hearing in real life should have brought be comfort but instead I was paralyzed with fear. I opened my eyes and I was staring into the eyes of the King of Crime himself. He looked the same but different somehow, more crazy than usual.

“What are you doing here?” I said sitting up and scooting away from him.

“I Came here to find YOU of course! I thought you were dead Doll, Daddy was so worried!” He ran his long pale fingers through his bright green hair.

“Worried? Don’t make me fucking laugh, I’ve seen ya new girl J!” I seethed.

“Oh stop it?!” He turned around to face the window. “there's no one  else Sweet face, nothing for you to worry about”.

“Go away J. I don’t want you here.” I said in a menacing voice.

“Yes we dooooo, we’ve missed you mistah J!” The voices rejoiced at the sound of The Jokers voice.

“NO WE DON’T!” I screamed.

“Oh Dollface the voices are back?” He feigned concern.

“We never left Mistah J, we’ve been trying to get her back to you! take us home please! please! Mistah J take us!!!” They were getting louder and more demanding.

“NO NO NO, WE DON’T WE DON’T WANT TO GO! HE DOSNT LOVE US. GO AWAY MISTAH J!” I found myself screaming, the voices had never been so loud before.

“Listen to yourself babyyyyy, you need me! And daddy is ready to take his Doll home!” he had turned towards me and his wicked eyes were gleaming with excitement.

“NO GO AWAY!” I cried feeling myself falling apart.

He reached forward and in one second I had my gun pointing at his forehead.

“I said GO AWAY clown!” I said through clenched teeth.

“That’s no way to talk to me! AFTER EVERYTHING THAT WE”VE BEEN THROUGH! I CROSSSED THE FUCKING WORLD LOOKING FOR YOU! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN AUDREY!!!! WHERE; WHERE WHEREEEEEEEEEE?” He screamed shaking my shoulders.

I couldn’t contain myself and I started laughing. He stopped shaking me and looked crazed and confused.

“Ya looked around the world for me! That’s a fucking laugh, ya know why?” I laughed hysterically.

“Doll face, what’s going on? You’re making daddy upset!” He growled still clutching my shoulders while I laughed.

“I was here in Gotham the whole time!” I finally stopped laughing but my evil smirk remained.

“That’s Fucking Impossible Doll. I LOOKED EVERYWHERE!” he screamed.

“I made Extra sure that ya would never find me again!” I leaned in close to his tantalizing red lips.

“Where’d you go baby?” he purred.

“I’ve been with Batsy Basty Batsy!” I tossed my head back and laughed like a maniac.

“Him? HOW COULD YOU CHOOSE HIM OVER ME!!!!!!!!” he jumped back from me as though he’d been burned. I just continued to laugh as he went into quite the tantrum.

“YOU”RE MINE DAMNIT AND NO BODY TOUCHES THE KING OF GOTHAMS THINGS!!!! IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU AUDREY COLT!!!!” His eyes seemed to flash brightly inside of his skull and he lunged for me. I felt the sting as he grabbed my arm and drug me off the couch I vaguely heard the glass break to the window of the penthouse window and the cold air greeted me as J hung me out of it.

“WHY AUDREY! now daddy has to teach you a lesson that you’ll never forget!” he screamed.

“Ya gonna kill me Mistah J?” I smirked.  

“Oh I’m not gonna kill ya, I’m just gonna hurt ya… real bad.” he pulled me forward by my shirt and kissed me. His tongue flicked my upper lip and then he pulled himself back piercing me with his blue eyes.

“Do ya remember how we got here Mistah J?” I whispered over the busy city below.

“How could I forget honey…” he frowned.

“I wish I could forget.” I jerked myself right out of his grip.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” He screamed.

 I felt the wind beneath me and the last thing I remember was staring at the Jokers face as I fell to my death…..