#your joker ate too

[froglover7789]

the joker movie pisses me the FUCK off bc how did you make a joker origin with no batman!!!! his whole thing is batman!!! batmans whole thing is the joker!!!! bro is literally symbolic of batman's inability to give up being batman and the consequences of him doing so. they like need each other in a narrative sense and in the gayass ways they interact BUT YOU MEAN TO TELL ME BATMAN AINT IN THE GODDAMN MOVIE im sick.

lady gaga i am sure youll be a great harley but ik theres not gonna be a batman in the sequel so i kinda dont give a fuck im sorry queen

[cobaltfluff]

so i started playing persona 4

where are the QoL features

[terrestrialnoob]

Harley crawled into the apartment. It was organized, but it looked like the occupant didn't have a lot of time for cleaning. She walked softly through it, taking it in. There were photos of her target and what had to be her family, but no friends or romantic partners. Some had a pair of older adults, matching traits meant bio-parents. More of the photos were of the target and a younger boy - a little brother, the highest likelihood of becoming another target if things go bad.

Harley continued forward, following the light to where her target was. She stood in the doorway, looking in.

Dr. Jasmine Fenton, Arkham Asylum's newest psychologist, just got her degree and everything. She did what most newbies do, actually thinking she could get through to the Joker. Harley didn't want to say it was impossible, but everyone who tried ended up in a new job or dead. Harley would try and make sure it was the former and not the later.

Harley watched as the redhead read over a file as she ate from a takeout box. She didn't want to scare the girl, yet. The scaring her away from Joker came later. So, she had to wait for the perfect moment to-

"I know you're there." Jasmine didn't look up from her file, but held out the last box of Chinese food in Harley's direction. "There's plenty if you want some."

"Awe, you ruined the surprise." Harley walked out of the shadows of the hallway into the girl's home office. She snatched the offered box of food and took a few bites as she jumped to sit on the desk.

"I'm hard to sneak up on." Jasmine said, closing her file and finally looking at Harley. "So, Dr. Quinzel, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this evening?"

"Oh, call me Harley!" She laughed, she wasn't called Dr. all that often any more. She tapped her chop sticks on the file Jasmine just closed. "I thought you'd like a consult on your new patient, Dr. Fenton. I've got a lot of experience with him."

"I prefer to go by Jazz." She said with a smile, "While I appreciate the offer, I'd like to see how far I can get on my own. And, sorry, but I'm pretty sure your license was revoked."

Harley nodded as she swallowed to get the noodles out of her mouth. "I get it! You're new, fresh outta school, gotta prove yourself. But Joker ain't the guy to do that with. He eats people like us for breakfast, and in all the years he's been in Arkham, no one's been able to get anywhere with him."

Jazz sighed, "I don't like to believe people are lost causes. There's always something we can do to help."

"You can't help everyone, especially when they don't want it. And it's not just a question if whether or not he can be saved or whatever." Harley set down the now empty box, Jazz pointed to another one that still had food in it, but Harley declined. "If you keep it up, he'll think you're worth his time to torment. There's no telling what he'll do when he inevitably gets himself out again."

"I'll be fine." Jazz said, but Harley had to cut her off before she said something stupid.

"It's not just you! You've got family out there he can target, your parents. Your Brother! Anyone you date will become a target! He'll do everything in his power to make your life miserable!"

Jazz chuckled. "If he wants to target my family, his funeral. My parents are - were supervillains. They've really only become less- well, hyper-focused on eradicating an entire race of being- in the past few years. And my brother - I'm pretty sure he's conditionally immortal. So that's nothing to worry about."

"If it's conditional, Joker will find a way around it." Harley said, but she had to admit, this might have been an unnecessary trip. "You sure y'ain't got nothing to worry about? What about you? How conditional is your mortality?"

Jazz smiled. Her mouth seemed too wide and with too many teeth. "Oh, I am nowhere near immortal. But..."

She stood up and the room was suddenly a black void. Toxic green eyes and mouths filled with glowing white teeth opened around them. "I doubt anyone could get close enough to test it."

The room was suddenly back to normal, but whatever that thing was was still there. Harley could see its eyes watching her with amusement from inside Jazz's oversized cardigan.

"Well, I guess this really was a wasted trip. You've clearly got it covered."

"Not entirely." Jazz said, her hand wend up to her neck to rub nervously, "Well, you see... I don't really have a lot of friends. People tend to get - uh, creeped out, you know? Or chased off by my parents or brother or whatever..."

"You wanna be friends?" Harley laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Jazz's face turned bright red and the shadow eyes looked way less amused. "Yeah, stupid question. You've clearly got your own things going on."

"No! No, no." Harley had to take several deep breaths before she could look Jazz in the face again. "I 100% wanna hang out with you!"

"Really?"

"Oh yeah." She took another deep breath, "I mean, I really should have made a support system before trying to take on the Joker back when I worked for Arkham. This" she pointed between them "can only end well."

Jazz's face turned brighter than the sun. "Oh my gosh! This is amazing! We should - I have Thursday's and weekends off - What - what kind of things should we-"

Oh man, Jazz was like an excited kid. She must have had a really lonely childhood... they can psychoanalyze each other later. "Come over for girl's night next week. I'll tell my gf and bff to expect an extra person... Does the-" she motioned to the cardigan creature "-go everywhere you go? Does it need food?"

"Oh, don't worry about Jet, they only eat who I tell them to."

Harley barked out more laughter. "You're going to fit right in!"

Now featuring a Part 2

[jasmines-library]

Would it be too much to request a batsis oneshot, about her knowing how to cook😆 like whenever Alfred is not available he leaves her in charge to help ensure the other family members are eating without buring down the house🤭 also a lil thing u could add is she often visits the manor just to cook cuz Alfred always keeps the kitchen fully stocked with ingredients which means she can cook pretty much anything she desires💜 I just thought it'd be cute to have Bruce be envious of his daughters cooking skills whereas he lacks them🤭

Kitchen Antics

Thanks for requesting! This was cute to write!

Word Count: 1k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

“I still don’t think this is very fair.” Bruce pouted as you slid the plate in front of him.

“Hm?”

“This.” He gestured to the plate that you had served to him, piled to the brim. It had taken you hours to prepare, especially without Alfred’s help, but it was well worth it. “How come Alfred lets you cook and not me. I’m a fully grown adult. I should be allowed to cook a meal for my family.”

“Maybe it’s because you can’t actually cook.” You threw over your shoulder with a smug grin. 

That earnt a snort from Damian which he hid poorly behind a hand. Bruce shot him an unamused look. 

“Can too.” Bruce said. This time you raised a brow as you slid into your seat.

“Oh yeah, because the last time you cooked it turned out great.” Jason rolled his eyes. 

You remember it distinctly. It was one of the first times Alfred was away and had reluctantly let Bruce use the kitchen. He had regretted it the moment he returned because his kitchen was hardly recognisable. And the food Bruce had cooked was less so. If you could even count it as food. It was the furthest thing from edible. Somehow undercooked and burnt to a crisp around the edges at the same time. Even Alfred wasn’t sure how he managed to do that, and he had seen almost everything when baking with the rest of your brothers. It was safe to say that Bruce was no longer allowed in the kitchen after that. So, the responsibility turned to you. 

Alfred had always said you had a natural talent for cooking, though you swore it was because you had the best teacher: You had spent countless hours helping him when you were younger and you were the only person he didn’t seem to physically wince at when you walked into the kitchen. So, naturally when he announced he was leaving this week he entrusted you to make sure the family were fed without the entire manor being burnt down, or being filled with takeout boxes.

Your brothers had tried countless times to worm their way into the kitchen, but you ushered them out every time. They were just as bad as Bruce when it came to cooking. There was one time Damian and Dick had tried to bake a cake to surprise Bruce on his birthday. And it did…when the fire they had started nearly set the whole kitchen alight. Luckily Alfred had smelt it before any real damage could happen, but the pair of adults were far from happy. Jason had never shown much interest in cooking. He would usually just grab himself a snack from one of the cupboards instead of actually cooking himself something, so he had never really been an issue to keep out. Though, often he would try to sabotage your work just to wind you up. As for Tim, he was the best out of the four boys. By no means a master at work, it was often slightly bland but he was the only one who hadn’t tried to kill everyone with his cooking so he got bonus points for that. 

“That was one time.” Bruce turned his head away, pouting like a small child.

“Tt. Father, I think you’ve tried to poison us every time you’ve gone near the kitchen.” Damian jested through a mouthful of food. “Perhaps you should ask Joker to try it. Might take a villain off of our hands.”

Tim stifled a laugh. “This is lovely, Y/N. Thank you.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

The six of you fell into a comfortable silence as you ate, before Bruce finally spoke up again. Cutting through the sound of cutlery scraping against china plates.

“Is my cooking really that bad?”

He was answered with silence. And a lot of smirks.

“...Are you jealous of Y/N, Father?” Dick grinned.

“Psh…No.”

Bruce was a terrible liar. 

~

“Do you need any assistance, Miss Y/N?” Alfred poked his head around the kitchen door. He had returned from his trip not too long ago, glad to see that everyone had been well fed and that the house was still in one piece. 

Glancing up from the bowl of ingredients you were whisking, you met Alfred’s proud glance. “No thank you, Alfred. You already have everything I need.”

Alfred smiled up at you. It was nice for you to stop by once in a while to see them. He enjoyed seeing you cook. Better yet he enjoyed tasting your new creations each week so he kept everything stocked, even if he knew he wouldn’t need it himself. The shelves were lined with all sorts of spices, flours, sugars and ingredients for you to create something new so that if you ever decided to stop by (which you liked to do at least once a week) he would have everything  you could ever need.

Your brothers loved it when you would bring over food to them too. Most of it would be gone in minutes and they would turn to you asking for more. Bruce would do the same too, although he would still have that look of teasing jealousy on his face. But he was proud really. And glad that at least one of his children had enough common sense to not set the entire manor alight when baking a cake. 

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[respectthepetty]

Petty, I have a wild ass Jack and Joker theory, and I need to know what you think because we often end up in the clown car together, lol.

There's been a lot of talk/fears about Joke (and Toi Ting), now that we know character death is on the table - I'm not worried Joke will die (I am terrified they will gut us with Toi Ting but oh I hope not). I'm not saying that Joke isn't about to feel so responsible for what has happened that he's gonna get reckless with his life, because I absolutely think he will.

I think he's absolutely about to do some very stupid shit that could be his life in real danger as penance.

But I've been thinking for a while - since your initial posts about Hope and Save and their names - that Save is going to die. And now that I just skimmed a post that basically said that Joke and Save are the same character in different fonts and Save's guilt in episode 10, I'm absolutely positive.

Save is going to die.

Hope will live, because he has too. Without hope, we have nothing. (I also have a tangential theory that Save will die to save Hope, so...)

Thoughts?

Why not a third secret option? Why can’t everyone live? Since the show killed Jennie’s character, and the man who tried to run away with his few dollar bills died too, let’s just believe everyone remaining will survive! Even more, if Boss survives, then everyone BETTER live because no shitty father should survive when the possibility of a child dying is on the table. So I'm going to aim high because

Fortune Favors the Monkey King

Move over, Kitty! I'm driving this clown car straight to the opera house.

Because this is a Chinese opera.

We already know there is a Chinese influence in this story, as @veemark pointed out about the meal Joke ate with Jack and his grandma.

So with that in mind, in the fourth episode, when Nang punished the men for hurting her people, she drew the "09" stick (but she said nine-zero), which meant the men had to perform the Chinese opera of the Monkey King, which people in the tags thought was sooooo ridiculous!

In that same episode, Jack received his fortune, which was number 9 and stated, "When the fool changes black to white, the fate of the forgiver will change"

Now, skip to episode 9 when Joke gets "The Fool" card and changes the fate of Jack, the person who forgave him, so Jack's fortune was right.

Now, in episode 9, we also get the iconic team name "The Four Little Pigs"

And this is where the light bulb turned on because this is Journey to the West.

Journey to the West is an epic Chinese story that is 100 chapters long about a group of heroes having to complete a certain amount of tasks to achieve enlightenment.

The main character is Tang Sanzang who is basically a saint who wants to bring good to all the land and who everyone is in love with and wants to marry. We are introduced to him in chapter 9 of the story. He is the heart.

The first person he meets on his journey is the Monkey King, aka Sun Wukong, who was so great at being the best trickster that he became overconfident and ended up getting put in heavenly jail for 500 years. The first chapters of the story are actually about him. He is foolish, but he is also the mastermind.

He has a daughter, Yuebei Xing. She has her own story, Journey to the South. She is a badass. She fights monsters and lives to tell the tale.

The Monkey King is easily the most powerful of the bunch, but Tang Sanzang doesn't like the Monkey King's methods because they are immoral, so there is a gold ring involved that keeps him in check.

Or maybe it's this ring.

I think it's the second ring because a goddess, who keeps helping them along the way, helps them with the ring too. She is also cool.

Along the journey, they meet Zhu Wuneng, aka Pig. He is a smart fighter but he is greedy and selfish so he keeps taking shit he isn't supposed to, which constantly gets them in trouble. He is human nature (the world).

There is Sha Wujing aka Sandy, who was once a god, but shattered a crystal and ended up banished to earth to be a mortal. He is conformity without thought (the moon).

And finally, there is Bai Long Ma, who is a horse that they ride for transportation. He is human will (the star).

There is also a princess somewhere in there who must be saved from a marriage.

The group meets obstacles along the way, and lots of crazy shit goes down, but after 14 YEARS they finally come to the end of their journey.

And on their journey to achieve enlightenment they meet a squire whose loved one is kidnapped with the possibility of murder and another squire who is murdered and his wife is pissed about it because she did everything to make sure he wouldn't be harmed.

Now, if you gasped because you think Hope (or Save) will die, well . . . the number 14 fortune was Hope's.

The fortune was given in episode four which is the same episode Jack got his fortune, but it seemed like Hope's fortune played out in the same episode when he found Joke right across the hall staying with Jack.

But the thing is, in the Chinese story, regardless of which squire it is, they don't just need the Monkey King; they need the Monkey King's help.

So the Monkey King goes to the underworld to get the loved one back and succeeds (both times). But he still needs to save our saint!

Remember, the group has to do a certain number of deeds to bring peace to the land, so the group goes in to save their leader, and the ONLY reason they make it out is because all of the people they have helped along the way (especially the people the Monkey King has helped) return the favor and save them.

By saving others, they saved themselves.

So . . . I don't think anyone else is dying. However, it's been YEARS since I read a very condensed version of this story in Asian Rhetorics, and @journeytothewestresearch's blog helped me piece some of what I forgot together.

So I could be wrong, and everyone dies.

But I don't think so.

*fingers crossed that fortune favors the bold Monkey King*

[covenists]

✦ WHO'S FRED?, M. VERSTAPPEN

other than being his cat lady, his girlfriend got her master in halloween dress-up too.

A SEQUEL TO: MISS CRAZY CAT LADY. . .

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[puppetmaster13u]

I mean pretty darn close to how I think of them lol. I love the idea that the insignias only appear on her skirt when a rogue is incarcerated. Honestly the living joker is only alive because she’s still digging the grave in his cell and keeps getting distracted with her other playmates.  She’s pretty much a creepy ghost kid to the inmates and the doctors (usually) don’t catch sight of her. They think she’s part of the hallucinations and whatever else the rogues come up with (even if some of them are begging for help, please, stop her-) She gets along with Batblob and Robin who will play with her- especially if a rogue has hurt one of their robins. 

Bludhaven is actually a bit of a Momma’s boy/girl (he shifts depending on who he’s currently attached to but is more often a boy when following after Nightwing) and is trying to make them proud.  Though yeah, he hates being told what to do and loves to fuck with Dick whenever he’s out at day for his job. Constantly complaining to his favorite cousin and nearly throttled him when he went off to Gotham to be Batman for that while.  It’s a bit of only I can mess with him relationship lol. He doesn’t mind Nightwing dealing with the crime, seeing as it actually makes his manifestation healthier- he’s never felt better even if it’s only a few cuts gone and honestly he’ll probably always be covered in some bandages. 

Both of them are delighted to meet the Jaybird and their new baby brother Danny, who are a little weird to be part human, but they’re their weird baby siblings. 

Have some art lol (Blud has cleaned himself up- he's usually covered head to toe in crimson lol)

Can't stop thinking about This prompt/au lol

I almost like to think that Clockwork kind of half-sent Danny to the ghost-world version of Gotham because he was struggling and is honestly just a kid and could use some guidance. And with how the Observants dislike him to the point of murder, CW sure couldn't keep him in Long Now. But Gotham? Now there's a place that not many go, thanks to curses running amok, a very dangerous City Spirit, and amalgamations of fallen Guardians and Rogues. It's chaotic, dangerous, and a hell of a shot, but the Bat could, and most probably would assist the newborn guardian. The living world and the infinite are intertwined after all, influenced by whatever realm it drifts closest to.

Thankfully Danny seems to be enjoying himself- he has a proper ghost friend now! And he's starting to be able to understand Batblob's cacophony of Silent-EverSilent-Gurgles-DistantWhispers-QuietScreamsSilence easier too without Robin translating. (His Ghost-Speak is getting so good :D) He wishes he could bring Sam & Tucker but it's a little too far into the ghost zone. And the ghosts and Vlad doesn't bother him here! (The last time he tried, unknown to Danny, the older halfa was met with a malicious swarm of teeth and maws ready to rip and tear and not lose another child again-) He's even gotten shown the exits to the living-world's Gotham. Robin likes to ramble about the new and different living-robins and about their friend who was also a robin and who disappeared one day and whose core they carry on their belt. Maybe he can help them find out what happened to him...

[medusapelagia]

30 I saw him

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt:Vampire ) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: Joker: thriller) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: canon character death (Eddie), vampire Eddie, blood Words: 1272

“I’m telling you what I saw!” Steve yells in the phone, tugging harshly at the cord while he moves toward his apartment’s window, trying to catch a glimpse of the figure he’s so fucking sure he just saw.

“Steve. Listen to me. It has been four years. I know it was hard for you and that you still think it’s your fault, which obviously isn’t, but this is just your mind fucking with you, ok?”

No, it’s not.

Steve saw him.

Steve saw Edward Theodor Munson standing on the other side of the street, grinning.

“It was him.”

“Steve, that’s not possible. The Up- that place closed years ago. We checked everywhere, the military checked everywhere, and neither of us found anything.”

With a sigh, Steve bumps his head against the window, he knows perfectly well what Robin means: they didn't find a body, so probably the creatures from the Upside Down ate Eddie’s body like a fucking snack. And Steve could accept that. Or well, it took him years and numerous therapy sessions, but he came to terms with that. With Eddie’s death. But that was before today.

In the last week Steve has had the impression of being followed around and today, when he has looked down his window, he has seen Eddie standing on the other side of the street. It was just for a moment and then a bus crossed the road and the man disappeared. But Steve is sure that it was Eddie.

“Steve. Are you taking your meds?” Robin asks softly.

Turning toward the kitchen he looks at his counter where way too many bottles of medicines are standing. One pill in the morning, two after lunch, one in the afternoon, and a few drops to help him sleep every night and not be awake from nightmares.

Yes. He’s taking the stupid pills, but he’s still sure of what he saw, if his best friend doesn’t believe him, none else will, so there’s no point in arguing.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m taking the stupid meds and I was probably wrong. I’m looking out of the window but I can’t see him anymore.”

“Maybe he was someone who looked like him,” she suggests and Steve quickly agrees that it must have been so.

But there’s a thing he didn’t tell Robin.

The mysterious man who looked exactly like Eddie was holding a big dark umbrella, even if it wasn’t raining. That’s what attracted Steve’s attention. The huge umbrella covered the man’s body while nobody else was holding one.

It means nothing, Steve knows it, but he can’t stop thinking about it.

When he closes the call he promises Robin he will call his therapist and ask for an appointment soon, then he turns toward the kitchen where the tranquilizers are waiting for him.

Four drops under the tongue.

Steve grabs the bottle and slowly unscrews the cap, staring at the dark liquid, before closing the bottle and putting it back on the counter.

Not tonight.

Tonight he wants to be alert.

He goes into the bathroom, brushes his teeth, puts on worn-out pajamas, and goes to bed, waiting for whatever might come.

***

Steve’s dreaming. He knows he’s with the certainty typical of dreams. Still, he can’t wake up.

In the dream, he’s running toward the trailer park after they almost killed Vecna. He knows exactly what he will find, bike tracks and footsteps left by someone limping. He’ll follow them and he will find a crying Dustin holding a dead Eddie. Steve keeps reminding himself that it’s just a dream, that this is a mix of his memories and his fears, but nevertheless, when he sees the limp body on the ground he yells Eddie’s name. He runs toward him, trying to shake him awake even if he knows that there’s nothing he can do to bring him back.

“It’s too late, Stevie” Eddie whispers, opening his eyes and staring back at him, “Why did you leave me alone with Dustin? You knew it was dangerous, but you left me. And with no fucking weapons apart from a stupid trash lid and a makeshift spear. What did you expect? It was two of us against hundreds, thousands of those fucking monsters. Where were you when I was screaming in agony? Where were you when Dustin was holding me? Where were you when we needed you?”

Finally, Steve opens his eyes, springing up in his bed, fist clenching at the sheets and heart beating so loudly he fears it will jump out from his chest at any moment.

“Nightmares? I wish I could get those. I don’t dream. Like, at all. It’s so boring.”

Steve turns abruptly toward the window and sees a dark silhouette sitting on the edge of the window.

“Eddie?” He asks, while his right hand slowly reaches out for the bedside lamp, but instead of turning it on his hand bumps into it and it crashes on the ground, shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces.

“I knew you wouldn't forget me.” Eddie chuckles.

“That’s not possible. You’re dead!” Steve complains, wondering if this is just another nightmare and cursing himself for not taking his fucking sleeping meds.

“Everything is possible, Steve, you should know it by now. Alternate dimensions, monsters, superpowers. There’s no limit, right?”

“How… How did you find me?”

“It wasn’t easy. First I got to your old place, but you weren’t there, obviously. I checked Robin’s home, and Dustin’s, but Hawkins is abandoned, you knew that, right? All that’s left are crumbling buildings and useless trash. So I started to move around, but it wasn't easy to find a ride and I had no idea where to go. And then I got here in Massachusetts, and for the first time, I felt your presence. So here I am.” Eddie says like it was perfectly normal that he was resting in Steve’s home, with one leg dangling and one to his chest.

“You’re dead.”

“Yes. And no.”

“What… what does it mean?”

“It means that those stupid bats took my life, but they gave me another one.” Eddie finally turns toward Steve and his eyes are shining in the dark.”

“What… what do you mean?”

“Come on, don’t be so naive. I know you feel it too. Not as strongly as me, obviously, but still. You got infected too.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about!”

“The bites. Do they still hurt? Do you have strange cravings, especially at night? Like a big raw steak? Not just raw, but bloody?”

Steve trembles, he did. Before the sleeping meds he did, but now he’s getting better.

“That’s the effect of the venom.” Eddie explains, “I think it took longer in your case because you were bitten just a few times, but hey, at least you’re going to have a mentor. I can teach you all I learned on my skin.”

“What? No, I’m not like that!” Steve protests, but Eddie gives him a sad smile.

“Steve… you just broke a lamp.”

“I hit it.”

“With your inhuman strength.”

“No that’s not true I…” but when he looks at his blanket they are shreds, and his fingers have long claws he’s sure he didn’t have before.

“Let’s go, babe. The world is big and beautiful, but we must flee before sunrise.”

“What about Robin? And the kids?”

“You know what, Steve? This is a very bad part of the town to live in.” Eddie grins.

***

The next day, when Steve doesn’t show up at work and doesn’t pick up his phone, Robin goes to his place, only to find the door ripped off and blood on Steve’s sheets.

[milkywaygalaxygurl]

Caring - Arthur Fleck

i hated the way Joker 2 ended, so this is my alternate ending. sorry if this sucks booty, i haven’t written in a while 😭

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Female!Reader

Warnings: probably slightly sad, reader doesn’t like Arthur at first (though she doesn’t treat him badly), probably cursing, smoking, reader is significantly younger than Arthur (i headcanon him as in his like late 30’s - early 40’s and reader is supposed to be 20ish)

Word Count: i’m too lazy to put it rn, will update later.

Being assigned to babysit Arthur Fleck had seemed like a slap to the face before you really knew him. You had spent your whole life studying Psych, just to be permanently assigned to caring for an insane criminal who miraculously happened to escape the death penalty. You had begged your higher up to give you any other patient, to assign you to any other case.

Your wishes were not granted. Instead, you were ordered to allow this strange man into your living space and to make sure he went to therapy and took his meds. All remnants of your old life were gone; You no longer lived alone, you no longer had the job you loved at the fancy psychiatric hospital on the West side of Gotham due to the fact that Arthur need 24/7 supervision. Everything changed and you were not happy about it.

Having Arthur move in was awkward, to say the least. He didn’t speak, he barely left his room, he barely ate. He just sat quietly in his room, smoking pack after pack. The only time he left it was for therapy, where he sat in your living room while you vacated the house for some much needed you time.

It annoyed you, having this strange man in your house who couldn’t even pay you the decency to speak to you or look you in the eyes. You had read his case file, read about his childhood, so you understood why he acted this way. You couldn’t place why it annoyed you until one day, when on your walk while he did therapy, you realized you were annoyed with yourself.

You had been able to get so many patients to open up to you in the hospital you worked at, but no matter what you did Arthur stayed closed up and distant. Nothing worked and you couldn’t understand why. It was on this walk that you had started to formulate a plan. You had decided to put this plan to use as soon as you got home and so, you did.

It started with simple things like inviting Arthur to eat meals with you at the dining table, he had denied the first few times but said yes when you had asked him to join you for dinner.

“You’re allowed to leave your room, y’know? You’re not in Arkham anymore, you’re free to roam the house and do whatever you please.” You spoke softly, wiping your mouth with a napkin as you look up at Arthur. He nods, taking a bite of his food.

You want to scream, yell at him to say something, but you know that wouldn’t do anything but cause him to retreat further into his shell. Him even joining you for dinner was a big step, you had to remind yourself. Taking a deep breath, you speak again.

“It’s good to see you eat, thank you for joining me. Maybe we could do this for every meal?” You smile warmly at him when he looks up at you, his eyes almost shocked that you even offered. He nods again, looking back down at his plate.

You smile to yourself, happy that he even agreed. “I was thinking of watching a movie tonight, if you’d like to join me.” You take a bite and nearly choke when he speaks.

“I- I’d like that. What movie?” His voice is soft, timid. It makes your heart ache, hearing how unsure he sounds with his voice. You swallow your food and the pain, instead smiling brightly at him.

“I’m not sure yet, maybe you can pick?” Your words seem to make him smile, and you swear your heart falters at the sight of it. It’s easily one of the most beautiful smiles you’ve ever seen.

“I’m not sure you’d know anything I’d prefer.” He says it softly, so softly you barely hear.

“That’s okay! I love watching new things, so pick whatever you’d like.” He nods, still smiling, and looks back down at his plate. You realize that’s the end of the conversation, but you don’t mind. This is amazing progress. You both finish your meal and settle into the living room once the dishes are cleaned, as promised you let Arthur pick whatever he wants.

After that night, it becomes a daily occurrence for him to join you for every meal and a movie after dinner. You take turns picking, Arthur introducing you to old movies and you introducing him to newer ones. It was nice, you could almost convince yourself that he wasn’t just a patient you were assigned to.

After months of getting to know the man, you couldn’t deny the fact that he is more than just a patient to you. He had become a friend and, whether you liked to admit it or not, you had developed a crush on Arthur. He looked good after having home cooked meals for the past few months, he no longer looked sickly and had even started to build some muscle by helping you around the house.

“You look good!” You smile brightly, seeing him in an outfit he had picked out. He was in need of a new wardrobe after gaining some weight, so you had taken him shopping. He smiles at you through the reflection in the mirror before looking at himself, still smiling.

“I vote yes for this outfit, it’s adorable.” He had picked out a yellow corduroy jacket with brown corduroy pants to match and a purple shirt to go under the jacket. He truly looks amazing in it. He nods his head and goes back to try on another outfit. You leave the store with at least 10 new outfits for him, he just looked too damn good in everything.

“Did you have fun?” You ask, nudging him softly with your shoulder as you walk.

“I did, thank you.” He had seemed to become more confident in himself as you got to know each other, his voice no longer quiet. It made you happy to see, to hear.

“Good, I’m glad! I got the clothes a little big so you could grow into them, you still gotta get some more meat on you.” You giggle and he laughs as well, a real genuine laugh. It makes your cheeks warm, but you’d blame it on the cold if he were to ask.

Your cheeks warm further when he timidly grabs your hand, pulling you a little closer to him. “I-It’s cold.” He says with a shrug when he sees your questioning look. You smile to yourself and shake your head, continuing your walk back to the house.

Later that night, you two are watching a movie when he suddenly breaks the silence. “Thank you for giving me a chance, Y/N. I-I know it wasn’t easy for you, having me come here and invade your space. You- You still tried though, you fought through my shell and you’ve been taking such good care of me.” His words warm your heart, tears almost rising to your eyes.

“Of course, Arthur. I’d do it again a million times if it brought me here, to this exact moment. You’re so much more than just an assignment to me now, you’re honestly my best friend.” You each for his hand as you speak, taking it into my own and squeezing it.

“My-My therapist encouraged me to share something with you, but I’m-I’m a little scared.” You immediately pause the movie when he says this and give him your undivided attention.

“You can tell me anything, Arthur. Anything.” You take his other hand in yours, squeezing them both as you turn to face him on the couch.

“Well I-You-“ He seems to struggle with his words and you smile at him encouragingly, waiting for him to find the right words.

“I’ve never known what’s real and what isn’t, but I know that you’re real. I know the feelings I have for you are real.” You’re heart leaps to your throat at his words, your eyes going wide.

“W-What do you mean?” You ask, not wanting to get your hopes up.

“These last few months have been the best of my life, Y/N. I think-I know that I love you.” Barely able to contain yourself, you lunge forward and hug him.

“I’ve been falling for you since the moment you smiled at me that first night we shared dinner.” You say, your face buried in his shoulder.

“R-Really?” He asks, pushing you back softly so he can look at you.

“Of course, Arthur. How could I not fall for this beautiful smile?” You ask, cupping his face and softly rubbing his smile lines with your thumbs. His smile widens at that and he surges forward to hug you tightly.

“Thank you.” He whispers into the crook of your neck, holding you snug to him.

“For what?” You ask, pulling back to look at him.

“For noticing me, for seeing me.” He almost whispers, his eyes full of unshed tears. Your own eyes fill with tears as you lean forward to kiss him softly, trying to put all of your love into the action.

“It’s my pleasure, Arthur.”

[jimmy-johns-was-taken]

Hello!! Sorry if I'm late, but congratulations on graduating high school! Can I request Jeff the killer x fem reader. Where Jeff thought the reader was another weak victim but then ended up getting his butt kicked by her. Slow burn since the reader doesn't trust him. Tyy ❤️ hope you get into the colleges/university you want!!

awwwww thank you!! Everyone of y’all are really too sweet, I really appreciate you all 🥰

!Split between Headcanons and fic? I hope that’s ok? And I might do I part 2? Where he confesses ofc ofc ????

Jeff the Killer x Reader who beat his ass

Bro, he just wanted a kill

that was it

but no

jk jk, I support readers beating Jeff’s ass

he snuck in one night, hoping to get in a quick kill and steal some money

he was running a little low on money and he owed BEN some

and your apartment just happened to be there

sneaking in, Jeff could hear the tv running

there you were, sitting in the small living room with a bowl of cereal in hand

Quick and easy, slit your throat from behind and be done

but no

he approaches, you turn around and throw the bowl at him

”BITCH WHAG THE FUCK”

he’s angry, ofc

tries to kill you

Epic fail

You beat him up

Small little fic under the cut

Jeez, there was nothing good on TV. You scrolled through channels mindlessly, eventually ending up on some cheesy horror movie. You sat and ate a bowl of cereal, eyes glued to the TV. Completely unaware of the cheap Joker knock-off breaking through your front door.

Jeffrey was in desperate need of a little bit of cash. He owed BEN, who was getting impatient with Jeff about the money. So, what’s the plan? Break into a random apartment, kill a victim or two, steal the money, and pay BEN back. Simple, right?

Wrong. Very, very wrong.

Breaking in was easy enough, picking the lock and making sure to stay quiet. Jeff had done this plenty of times, he was an expert. He glanced around the little walkway, noting the shoes thrown about and keys on the table by the door. The TV caught his attention however. You were awake, which could prove an obstacle for him. Oh well, no matter.

Stalking into the apartment, Jeff grabbed his favorite knife. Quickly going to slit your throat, he was not ready for what came next. Something wet hit is face, along with small pellets? Then, a large bowl smacked him square in the forehead.

“Oh what the hell?!” He swore out, not paying attention to you running off. He looked at the ground, seeing milk and cereal everywhere. You threw a fucking bowl of cereal at him?!? What the hell?!?!

You heard him come in the moment he began to mess with your locks. Preparing the milk assault, you were ready for him. You dashed off, sprinting to your room to grab a small army knife and slip out the window. A fire escape would be easy and maybe you wouldn’t have to fight this guy head on.

Spilling into your room, you grabbed the knife sitting in your nightstand before whipping around. The man, maybe 6 feet tall, stood in the doorway, knife held tightly.

“You do not know who you’re messing with,” he threatened. Getting a good look at his face, a small chuckle left you. That pissed him off even more.

“Why do serious?” You asked, laughing. This joker knock-off really wanted to threaten you? Bitch please, you were just going to make fun of him. Not another word was spoken as he charged at you, knife held high. You dodged and ran out of the room, heading toward the front door. He yanked your hair back just as you turned the corner.

“Got anymore jokes?” His smile grew impossibly wider.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” a shadow covered your face, “I’m Batman.” You dropped your voice low, a smirk making its way to your face. You stomped on his foot, wiggling free. You took off once more, throwing open the front door. Running out the door, you jumped down the stairs and sprinted across the parking lot to your car. Finally turning around, the killer was no where in site. What the fuck?

A few hours later and the police had swept your small apartment. No trace of the killer was found, but a destroyed apartment that would take hours to clean up. The police got your statement and left, which left you alone to pick up the cereal and milk. You were angry, of course, and slightly afraid. Would he return? With a vengeance? You giggled at the word “vengeance”, remembering the Batman references you made.

A sick and twisted part of you hoped he returned.

[1000sunnygo]

One Piece Academy chapter 41: The Dark Bingo Tournament, part 2 (Quick translation)

source | part 1 | index

[8 p.m., A certain building in the Grand City]

[The great Bingo Tournament]

[introduction box: The Emperors of the Dark World]

"All set! Let's begin, shall we...."

"... Joker?"

Doffy: Fufufu... So you do have Bingo, too.

[Introduction box: Donquixote Family 3rd year, Trebol kun]

Trebol: Nnene~I wonder what's the prize is, Doffy...?

The Emperor (Lu Feld): You have only one executive? Where are the rest?

Doffy: Seeing my face isn't enough for you?

Cora: There's no doubt, these are the Dark World's Emperors.

Zoro: Emperors, huh...

Luffy: Crazy looking old men!

Law: Trebol is gonna be a pain in the ass.

Usoop (whispering): No but, for real, this meeting is a bad news!!

Sanji: That said, I was thinking how unsuitable this team is for infiltration. But Law and Corazon's abilities are a complete game changer!

[Flashback starts]

Cora: *flip* Silent!

Luffy: Mn? It has gotten quiet.

Corazon: A protective barrier. Can't hear anything from outside here, can you? No one outside can hear us, either.

I'm the man who ate the Nagi Nagi no Mi...the Silence Man.

There's more to it, so let's talk while walking!

Look at that, everyone!

All sound that comes from my influence just disappears with this ability!

CALM!

My guy casually breaking the glass

Law: ROOM

Shambles!

Security: Huh?

.....????

Notice: [Glasses broke, don't worry]

this is so low effort

[Flashback ends]

Luffy: Making no sound is such an interesting ability!

Sanji: Totally. It's perfect for infiltration.

Zoro: We did practically nothing to get here.

Usopp: You can say that again!

...........

Luffy+Zoro+Sanji : Doesn't it mean you two were enough for this?

Law: I've been TELLING YOU THAT!

Cora: Keep your guard up, Law.. I can't put up the soundproof barrier to hear the conversation below.

Law: And speaking of past, Cora san, only if you didn't lose that card game match so miserably.... Well, forget it...

Usopp: Right now they're just having a Bingo tournament. Maybe it'll just be a face-to-face meeting!

Sanji: Say, Corazon.

Cora: What is it, Sanji?

Sanji: Why did Doflamingo come here?

Getting himself involved with those folks of the darkness....

What does he plan to gain?

Doffy: Fufufufu... "Bingo."

Cora: Doffy wants to destroy the World. That's all there is.

Zoro: What do you mean by "the World?"

Cora: Literally that.

The town, the school, whatever there is.

Everything that gave him pain...

The World that to Doffy... is too mundane and deeply unforgivable.

Continues in Reblog ⬇️

[bestjeanistmonster]

So how many times has Sonic found organs, eyeballs, and maybe bones in the fridge? It seems like quiet a lot, and was he phased the first time it happened or did he just shrug like "that's pookies' business"

Tw// mentions of gore and cannibalism

Shadow keeps his fridge and his freezer well stocked! The organs in there are either snacks for Shadow, food for Shadow’s plants or for plant experiments

When sonic first looks into his fridge he didn’t question it much, he just gave him a jab about the lack of snacks

When primarily living with the Joker you get accustomed to seeing body parts on the floor, the casual corpse, witnessing/causing the odd gruesome death a couple times a week and with that big hammer you can imagine that the deaths it causes aren’t exactly the cleanest when it comes to people’s insides, so Sonic isn’t really phased by it

Sonic did however do a double when he found out that Shadow ate people dcufyfxutx

Sonic: what else is on that criminal record of yours? vandalism? Cannibalism? Pffft you have you eaten a guy before Shadow? (Laughs)

Shadow:…

Sonic: (laughter slowly dies) you haven’t eaten a guy before, right?

Shadow neither confirms nor denies this cuz he finds Sonic’s reactions to the hints of his cannibalistic nature to be funny. Like sometimes vaguely hinting that the fried chicken he ate for lunch wasn’t actually chicken and Sonic’s like:

But it doesn’t take too long for him to get used to it

[mixedupmelody]

tough guy.

notes: someone needs to seriously make an effort to bruise these guys' ego a little. the t-birds in GENERAL need to come with a warning sign saying "Will Not Show Affection in Public".

contains: danny zuko x gender neutral reader , kenickie murdoch x female reader

characters: danny zuko, kenickie murdoch, t-birds and pink ladies (briefly mentioned)

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes and dialouge

. ☁️ .

꒰ danny. ꒱

“ 'S cool with me, baby. ” Danny holds a hand around your waist, taking care not to look into your eyes. God, he could stare at them for hours. He'd live a happy life if all he ever saw was those eyes. But he can't look at you. Not now. The T-Birds stare at him, almost as if they were waiting on their leader to slip up and say something cheesy. “ I'll see you after school, beautiful. ”

You press a quick kiss to his lips, before walking off to your next class. You knew his status meant something to him, and weren't trying to put him in an annoying spot with his friends. Danny's shoulders relax as you walk off, eyes trailing after you as if he could keep you next to him with his mind.

Danny is the leader of the T-Birds, so he's held to a somewhat higher standard than the rest of the guys. Out of all of them, he's suppossed to be the most macho, the most hard-headed, and the most gutsy member all into one. In between all the turf wars and fights at school, he's the face of their gang that let's everyone know he means business.

And then you came along. You managed to break through his tough exterior and unlock a sweeter, more sensitive side of him. He couldn't help but feel like a total melvin each time he dressed up nice to bring you flowers, or when he put his best efforts into not getting fresh with you when you invited him to your place to study after school.

To him, it's all worth it. Just seeing that smile on your face is enough to keep him going through the exhaustion he feels trying to keep his pure, romantic advancements under wraps.

꒰ kenickie. ꒱

Kenickie's hand reaches dangerously close to your ass as you sit with him at The Frosty Palace. As the T-Birds and Pink Ladies chat at their shared booth, Kenickie made sure to show off that he was a certified ladies man. And what better way to show that than messing around with his girl while they ate?

“ If these jokers keep this shitty conversation up, i'll just have to take ya' home for some real fun. ” You could tell he was practically working overtime tonight. With all those notes you left in his lunch, you were more than sure he was trying to make up the jokes he was subjected to. It's not that he really cared what the guys would think, they knew he would knock them out before they had the chance to flap their gums for too long, but it was a matter of dignity!

Kenickie Murdouch would rather die than let the guys think he's gone soft. He's a rockin', smooth talkin' rebel who's all bark. At least, until he started going steady with you. He feels all mixed up, wanting to treat you nice while also having to be on the look out for the other T-Birds.

God forbid you ever give him a tender kiss in front of his friends at school, or make him quiet a quick "i love you too" when you part ways in the halls. The guys will rip on him for as long as Kenickie will take it, making obnoxious kissing noises and jokingly threaten to take his second-in-command spot.

If they push him too far, he'll switch right back into greaser mode, and threaten to knock the living daylights out of them. They shut up quickly after that.

There's been at least one instance where you and Kenickie were on a date at The Frosty Palace, sharing a milkshake. As you two are talking, he laughs, slamming his hand on the table, and the milkshake splashes on the tip of his nose. When you go to clean his face for him, the other T-Birds barge in through those glass doors. It almost feels unreal how accurate their timing is. You hear a chorus of "oooo!"s as you clean his face, trying your best to calm your boyfriend down before he loses his cool.

You don't see his walls go down often, even when you're by yourselves. Give him time.

[j0kers-light]

🥁anon here!

Do you think the Joker would ever let his light do his face paint on day? I can’t help but smile at the thought; Joker sitting still with his eyes closed like those kids who’re getting painted as a tiger at the fair, patiently waiting. Everything would be done with precision: sharp smile, blacked out eyes (don’t even think about one of the dark circles being slightly bigger/wonkier than the other- we gotta start from scratch!). I doubt he’d let his light use setting powder, eyeliner and/or lip liner before going out to wreak havoc, but oh boy- all it takes is one evening before Joker is strutting around with a glam look💃🕺

Get in here 🥁 anon!!

Ah yes my summer love let’s talk about this!! 🖤✨

Absolutely!! You already know the man behind the makeup so applying it is a piece of cake.

You break out your makeup brushes, create a playlist, and get to work beating Joker’s face. He needed this.

If J has time to spare, he’ll let you do a full face application but time is short so stick to foundation and eyeshadow to keep him moving. Boooooo

Ohhhhh but full coverage nights are your favorite. Joker lets you cleanse his face with masks and serums before pushing his hair back with a cute headband. You giggle as he sits there so patiently, almost like a kid.

“Uh… Bunny? You gonna doll me up or what?”

That gets you moving to prime his face with only the best products on the market and you talk about which products you’re using as you create your masterpiece.

His foundation ain’t budging you hear me? Those black circles are immaculate! Symmetrical and darker than the moon. You ate that 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

And his signature red smile? Never looked better. Yes, yes he makes you smear it along the edges of his scars for that ‘sinister look’ but you get a little too carried away while kissing him I mean smudging the lipstick.

Joker doesn’t mind your odd method of applying lipstick. He loves the shade better on you anyway and he loves your lips on his even more.

You pull away to hide your flustered cheeks and tell J to close his eyes.

You go a little heavy on the setting powder but it gives him that haunting look he’s going for. No more runny makeup after two hours on the town. (See below)

Like what is this???? No baby. Not with Y/n doing J’s makeup we ain’t. Don’t get me wrong, 🤤 it’s hot but heh… give me a minute. This pic always gets me in a chokehold… wow. Those lips tho..

MOVING RIGHT ALONG! 👀 You love doing Joker’s makeup just as much as you love taking it off when he comes home.

[jasmines-library]

Revenge Best Served Cold

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WHUMPTOBER DAY EIGHTEEN: PROMPT: revenge

This is PART TWO of I’ll Make This Up To You from whumptober last year. Please read this first so it makes more sense. - part 2: in which Jason gets his revenge on the Joker.

Warnings: previous torture, fighting, medical terms and recovery.

Word count: 1.2k

MASTERLIST * WHUMPTOBER 2024

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Your recovery was…slow. And Jason hadn’t left your side since the moment you had been brought out of surgery. They had managed to fix your punctured lung, but your list of injuries had been extensive: A punctured lung, four broken ribs, both shoulders dislocated, your left wrist was broken and you were covered in multiple lacerations and bruises across your body. The wound to your thigh was fixed up with stitches. It was deep, but luckily didn’t cause too much long term damage. Alongside all of that, you had lost a lot of blood and needed a blood transfusion. Luckily everything went well and you had been recovering in bed for the last few weeks. At first, you spend your days in the hospital wing. But after that you were allowed to move back into your bedroom. You were strictly on bed rest, which Jason took very seriously. And it was a good thing too, you supposed. Whenever you were up and walking for your physical therapy or to go to the bathroom your steps were accompanied by an awful limp, which usually ended with you clinging on to whoever was there to support you. Usually Jason.

He seemed to take your condition personally. He was completely and utterly guilt ridden at the fact you had risked your life to save his. It didn’t help that seeing the Joker had resurfaced his trauma. He didn’t sleep a whole lot anymore. But then again, neither did you. He was feeling a range of emotions. Fear. Guilt. But one of the feelings that over powered the rest was anger. A deep, seething anger. He was angry at the curcumstance. At the Joker for what he did you you. At himself for letting you get hurt. But right now he had pushed that aside to care for you, though his anger was likely to bubble over any moment.

You stirred, rising from your nap. You spent a lot of your time sleeping. The medication you were on did help you heal but also made you extremely tired, but the doctors had claimed that the sleep was good to help you heal.

“…..morning” you mumbled, turning you head to Jason. “…..you’re still here..?”

“Yeah, of course.” He responded, tracing a gentle circle on the back of your hand.

“You haven’t moved, have you?” You frowned. You knew Jason had a habit of staying by your side as the guilt ate him up.

“I have.” He lied.

You just gave him a look that immediately told him that you weren’t falling for his bullshit.

He sighed. “Fine. No I haven’t.”

“Jay.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just…..I worry about you, kid.”

“I know…” you tilted your head at him softly “but seriously, jay. You need to look after yourself too.”

“I do.”

“No you don’t.” You responded quickly. “You sit here looking after me all the time. And I appreciate it, jay, but you need to take care of yourself. Please. Take the night off? Get some proper sleep.”

“Fine.” Jason agreed. “If it’ll make you happy, Kid.”

You smile kindly. “Thank you, Jay. It would mean a lot to me.”

~

Jason did not take care of himself that night. Instead, he slipped out of the manor, ignoring the orders that Bruce had given him. There was news that the Joker had escaped Arkham once again in the few weeks of your recovery. He was aided by Harley, of course. Bruce had ordered Jason to stay away from him. He knew how the cogs in his head worked. He knew Jason would be out to exact revenge. And he was exactly right.

Angrily Jason slunk through the streets. He had been researching the Joker for years since he was killed. He knew his likely hiding spots. And sure enough he found him deep within the cauldron.

The joker hadn’t even turned around and acknowledged Jason’s presence before he was being slammed against the table in front of him. Jason was angry, and slammed him full force against the wood before picking him up by the back of his shirt and throwing him against the wall.

The joker grunted before turning around and reeling his fist back. Jason caught it and twisted his arm awkwardly. The joker grinned that insane grin.

“Jaybird! I was wondering how long I would have to wait before you showed up.”

Jason slammed him back against the wall. He hit his head with a sickening crack. “Shut your damn mouth, Clown.”

“Now now.” He grinned. “I just knew you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me. Not after what I did your poor little sister. How is she by the way?”

“Don’t you talk about her.” Jason snarled.

“Ooh. Feisty. Hit a sore spot did i?”

“Shut your mouth.” Jay spat, landing a punch to the jokers face.

He was relentless in his attacks, leaving the joker black and blue. He had half beaten him to death, and likely would have if it wasn’t for Bruce, decked out as the Batman, yanking him away.

“Back down, Hood.” The Batman ordered. His voice was stern. Angry. Jason was going to be in a lot of trouble when they got back.

Jason staggered backwards, frustrated that he could continue his assault.

“Back off.” The Batman reinstated.

Reluctantly Red Hood let up with a grumble.

~

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Bruce yelled at Jason. The two of them were back home now, just entering through the mouth of the cave. “I specifically told you that you were not allowed out!”

“He hurt her!” Jason hissed. He was still seething with anger. “He tore her up and then laughed about it. And you expected me to do what? To sit there and do nothing while he roamed free? No. No way.”

Bruce shook his head. “You could have been killed.”

“He’s already killed me once. So what’s once more? And he nearly killed her too!” He snapped.

“You directly disobeyed an order.”

“That man doesn’t deserve to live.”

Bruce was silent for a moment. “Look, Jason. I know you’re angry-“

“Tt. That’s one word for it.”

“But you can’t let your emotions get the better of you. You might think that we’re doing this to spite you, Jason, but we’re not. You could have been killed. And we can’t loose you again. She can’t lose you. She needs you right now. We nearly lost her. We can’t loose you too.”

Jason was stunned. “I….”

“Please. I know you’re angry. I know it hurts. But you have to let us deal with it okay?”

Although he wished desperately that he could take matters into his own hands, Jason knew that Bruce had a point. He had expressed his own vulnerability to his son. He was scared of losing his child again. And that hit Jason hard for he was scared of losing you, or any of his brothers for that matter. “….okay..” he breathed out softly.

“Good.” Bruce nodded. “Now go and get some rest. Proper rest. Tim is watching over her. She’s asleep and well taken care of. You need to look after yourself too, Jason. Like you promised her you would.”

And with that, Jason retired to his room. The anger still lingered in his veins but it was less so. It was now overcome by an overwhelming sense of compassing and belonging for his family. And he knew, that he was safe. That you were safe at home and on your way down the road of recovery.

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[hanihazeljade]

Tim is a brat.

He may not show it but it's there lingering in his mind.

(Contains: Force feeding, brat, sadistic behaviour, violence)

Don't like, don't read.

A/N: Tim was always been hurt, how about make Tim hurt the people :)

Tim is a brat, but his inner brat was suppressed by the presence of Janet Lynn. Because no matter how much he was a Drake l, he is also a Lynn, and Janet will end him if he taint her prestigious family name.

He is so scared of Janet. Sure, Janet is not Joker or Two Face that will kill you at whim but Janet has a vibe in her that makes you shiver to your spine. But most of the time, Janet is not in Gotham, she was visiting countries, so Tim can let some of his inner brat free at certain level.

However, when he offer himself to the Batman, he repressed his inner brat. He needs to be mature and collective about being Robin. And he can do that.

But the news of Janet passing and Jack being unconscious to his bed change it. When the grief of Janet passing melted away, Tim's worrying about someone punishing him for being a spoiled rotten brat suddenly lift off his shoulder. There is no Janet that will look at him with such vicious eyes. Jack is in coma and will do nothing if he act up. So therefore, Tim lets his inner brat come out to life after so long of repressing it.

His normally rational thinking has now been sided with sass and confidence that he never knew. But still he kept it inside, even when Jason is taunting him, Dick is being childish and even when the new brat of Bruce's came being so hostile to him.

But then every single rope has it's own capacitance before it snapped.

It happened one day when Dick was in Bludhaven, Bruce was being forced to work by Lucius, Jason is somewhere he probably shouldn't be, and Alfred is doing grocery shopping. It was just him and the demon brat in the manor, eating brunch. Damian was eating a salad and he was eating his bacon and eggs.

Damian kept on blabbing around and insulting him, and Tim doesn't know what snapped in him, he stand up and stride over to where Damian was seating, which is just across him, and he grabbed the kid's head and slammed the kid's head to the salad.

Damian was in too shock to react to anything and it gave Tim a chance to lift Damian's face and he grabbed some bacon in his plate and force it to the kid's mouth and his hand shut the kid's mouth, forcing him to swallow the bacon. He knows the kid is vegan and maybe this is harsh but if the kid wants to be a brat, Tim will show him that he is a better brat than this kid.

"Swallow it, demon." Tim whispered to the kids ear and then observed the kid's face. Salad dressing was all over the kid's face and some lettuce and avocado was sticking to some odd places, but the one that satisfies him os the fear and the tear tracks on the kid's face.

When he heard the kid swallow, he removed his hand that was covering the kid's mouth and he grabbed Damian's face and force his mouth to open to see if he actually swallow the bacon, and when he see it was all gone, he smiled sweetly at the kid and grabbed another bacon and force it again to the kid's mouth.

Damian is now struggling, but he has no match to Tim. Sure the kid was raised by assassins but his small stature is nothing comparable to Tim.

"You already ate one, you can do another." Tim snarked at Damian. "Eat it, demon." The kid sniffed as if he was an abused animal. "Stop the waterworks, you are not a baby."

The late morning was spend with Tim forcing Damian to eat his bacon and eggs and he may, or may not, slammed the kid's head to the salad just because he felt lile it.

'Maybe the kid will learn his lesson on how to act appropriately.' Tim thought as he smiled at his own thoughts.

"If you told anyone about this, they will tell Bruce and Bruce will kick you out because you are weak baby." he said to the kid who was crying and forehead was forming a bruise and left.