#Joker. Is this a fucking joke to you? Of course it is. Everything is a joke much like yourself you worthless piece of attic trash

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The King and His Queen

Joker x Reader

Words: 3.7K

Summary: Waking up in the hospital, unsure who you were, you believed what the nurses told you, that is until one day, when you got home and found a strange man in your home.

Going shopping, the last thing on your list was flour. You planned on baking some sweets for yourself and your husband this weekend. 

Well deserved after a long week of work for both of you.

After paying and walking out, you looked around, you let out a sigh before you headed home. It was way too hot, thankfully you didn't live far from the store.

With many groceries in your hands, you finally arrived at your door. As you opened it, you felt uneasy for some reason. You weren't sure why but you went ahead. Even if everything in you screamed to turn around and run.

You closed the door behind yourself and headed to the kitchen to put your things away.

After letting out a sigh, you washed your hands, dried them and you headed to your living room.

You stopped dead in your tracks.

You had a simple sofa, one part of it was always in the corner, dark, you always thought it would be able to hide a person and this time, there is someone sitting in the darkness.

Your curtains were pulled so it was even darker. You couldn't speak.

"Wh-Who are you?" you managed to say even if your throat felt dry.

"They tried really hard to hide you, gave you a fake name and life even."

"M-My husband will be back soon... you better leave he is a military man."

"Of course. Your husband will be back soon. That fucker."

You didn't understand a thing, but Michael told you that he had a gun hidden in the cupboard in the kitchen in case of emergency if you could just run for it.

"I'm here to take you back, where you belong Pumpkin, and you are mine." he leaned forward, the light illuminating his face finally and your blood ran cold, The Joker. The King of Crime in Gotham. 

Why was he saying you were his? What was going on? You knew he was a very sick individual but to do this... this is another level.

"Please just leave, I won't call the police, just please."

"Y/N, you will come with me and you will remember." the way he talked, he was way too serious, you didn't like that, and why did he call you Y/N? That is not your name!

"L-look Mister Joker, I-I have no idea what you are talking about." you started to walk towards the kitchen. "I'm not who you are looking for."

He let out a sigh.

"The gun in the kitchen? Really? That's your plan? You are a trained assassin and you go for the obvious? Your mind really did get fucked up."

You freeze once again.

Assassin? You? What was he talking about?

"I-I-"

"His name is not Michael either. He is a fake just like your life is. His real name is Ben or some shit."

"Duncan." said a man to your right making you jump as you looked at the tall man who just emerged from your bedroom.

"That's it Frost! Whatever, he is a policeman, trying to catch me and they decided to use you, however they didn't expect me to find you before they even had a plan."

This was all too much.

"I have no idea what you are talking about!"

"Of course, you don't Princess, amnesia is a real bitch." as he moved his hand the multiple gold bracelets on his arm moved, making sounds.

"Amnesia?"

---

One Week Ago

Frost got out of the car, he wanted to light a cigarette but the voice of his wife in his head stopped him, so he let out a sigh, he looked across the street before deciding to go and get some water from the store while he had some time.

He was about to pay when he noticed someone in the other line. 

Undeniably, it was you. He couldn't believe his eyes, he rushed out of the store and waited outside. 

He wanted to be sure it was definitely you, and when he was certain, as he watched you walk out and away from the store, he pulled out his phone and dialled his boss. He needed to be 200% sure or the Joker would shoot him for playing a cruel joke. 

"WHAT? This better be important Front OR ELSE-" Jonny had to get the phone away from his ear or he was sure he would be deaf to that ear.

"I just saw Y/N. I'll follow her, she didn't recognize me."

The Joker swore his heart stopped, and he was certain he didn't even have one.

The Joker got off his phone and looked at the man sitting in front of him. 

He was in the middle of another heist planning when he got the call. And he just stood up and left.

He thought you were dead. Everyone did. So how did Frost just see you?

He didn't need a heist, he needed answers! 

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Five Months Ago

Joker woke up with a groan, you were glued to his side as usual. It was the only way he could sleep.

He was pleased to find you there, much like every other morning, in his arms.

He started to kiss along your arm that was placed on his chest which he managed to lift to his lips.

"J?" his name rolled off your tongue like it was the most natural thing.

And it was. If anyone else dared to call him that, he would blow their brains out.

"Cara Mia..." he said and it made you giggle.

"Look at you, we watched The Addams Family once..." you laughed and so did he.

"Say Doll, what's the plan for today?"

"Oh, easy, Mr Joker. We are going to have mindblowing sex, then shower sex and then we annoy Frosty! Could we pretty please kidnap Jim Gordon? You know I LOVE kidnapping Jimmy!"

"Whatever my Queen wants!" he said as he moved above you, his hand running up your tight, under your very expensive silk nightgown before starting to kiss your neck.

Perfect day.

At least it was supposed to be perfect.

If only Battsy didn't get involved in your little play with Jim Gordon. He wouldn't have to flee the scene while you shot at the Batmobile from the window.

"How annoying! Just when I started to have fun!" you said as the Joker took a turn and you sat in your seat. "He always has to ruin everything."

Joker already called Frost, making sure to lose Batman so he could bring you home.

But of course, he took a wrong turn, Batman didn't take the bait and he caught up, you had to run.

You ditched his purple Lambo and ran. Just as you were running, Joker was a bit faster than you but you did catch up. As you turned to stop you knew the Batman would stop if he caught one of you, so you stayed. You heard the sirens.

Joker only realized you weren't behind him when he turned a corner.

"Princess?" he yelled but it was too late, the cops were there, Joker had to watch as one of the cars didn't have time to stop, he hit you dead on. Then there were a lot of shots fired.

You were dead. He saw you laying there, even heard a policeman yell that you had no pulse.

That was it... his Queen was gone. And she did what she had to, to save her King. Yet the pain in his chest just grew.

"Boss!" yelled Frost as he got the Joker into the car and drove off. "Where is she Boss? We can go back and pick her up."

"She's gone." Joker managed to say. His voice was barely a whisper. And Frost knew better than to ask questions, so he drove his boss home. "Leave." the Joker said once he arrived home.

The luxurious house he bought for you as a birthday present was now quiet. No voices, no laughter, no teasing or yelling. 

Quiet.

Without his Queen what does a king worth? Nothing.

Grief was a word the Joker wasn't familiar with. He was never attached to anyone before, how would he know? 

He just sat there.

He often heard that there were five stages of grief. But the man was so crazy, he went through them all in a couple of hours.

Denial

It started the next morning, Jonny visited his boss to talk to him when he found the Joker pacing around.

"She cannot be dead. She wouldn't die to those pigs! She's a smart girl."

Anger

Johhny just watched as the Joker one moment was still pacing before he turned and grabbed a vase, threw it to the floor and watched as it shattered.

"SHE DIDN'T DIE! YOU HEAR ME JONNY." 

"Yes, Boss."

Bargaining

Not even an hour passed when the Joker nearly gave Frost a heart attack as he suddenly appeared behind the man. 

"What if we go and find her Frost?"

"I'll get a car ready."

"We find her and bring her back! Perfect plan!"

Depression

This was the strangest. By the time they got to the car, Jonny realized what was happening and knew what the next stage was. He just drove, didn't say a word but he saw as his Boss' face changed.

One second he was hoping to find you, even called Harvey Dent to try and find you, then as if the light left his eyes. Sadness hit the Joker like no other.

And it was scary. Frost knew his boss wasn't normal, he knew he would deal with this sadness in a different way than the average person would.

And once again Jonny was right.

"Stop right here." he said the Joker as he got out of the car, heading to a jewellery store, in broad daylight. Frost knew or at least had a rough idea what the plan was, so he waited.

Soon, the Joker arrived with a suitcase full of diamonds.

"My Princess loved diamonds, Frosty. Let's go home."

"Yes, Boss."

And with that, the Joker arrived to the last stage.

Acceptance 

Frost watched, even helped his boss arrange your things. Your favourite jewellery, shoes, dresses, anything he got for you was right in front of the Joker as he looked at them.

Took him a couple of hours to finally speak.

"She's gone isn't she?"

Frost didn't know what to say. Usually, he knew what was the right thing not to make the Joker angry, but this even hurt him. You were a great friend of his, you were easygoing and kind. 

"Frost!"

"Boss?"

"Is she gone?" the Joker looked at Jonny, and Frost knew, there was no right answer here.

"I'm afraid, Sir, she is." and now he waited, he waited to be shot. But it never happened.

When he looked up at his Boss who was now standing, watching a mannequin which had your wedding dress on, the Joker snapped. 

A different kind of fire was in his eyes. Something Jonny knew way more than any other.

Revenge.

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At the same time, on the other side of the city, a couple police men were desperate to catch the Joker, they had you in a hospital, hidden away before the clown could get to you.

They tried to think of a way, a way to end the Joker finally.

Then came the news.

"She woke up, doesn't remember a thing of her life."

And the perfect plan was created. 

One of the policemen pretended to be your husband in the meantime, while they came up with the perfect trap.

"Please don't leave the house, Darling and if something happens, there is a gun in the kitchen. Don't be afraid to use it." your husband said.

It was hard for you, you had many months of therapy to go through, you needed to learn to walk with a fucked up knee. 

The story they told you was that a drunk driver hit you. Your husband, Michael was at home when it all happened and now, now you weren't sure.

Watching the man with a purple jacket on, hearing this crazy story that your husband and everyone in the hospital lied to you? It was too much.

"How-How would you make me remember?" you asked, you knew you needed to win some time until your husband will be back.

"First of all, I killed every single last one of those men who hurt you that day. Including your husband."

There goes the plan to wait.

"They all lied to you, used you to get to me. But they never expected that I am the King around here."

That didn't really answer your question but you weren't surprised that he rather talked about whatever he wanted.

"So, Pumpkin, you are coming with me, back home where you belong!"

And who were you to object? You also wanted to hear what he had to say, as crazy as it sounded.

You soon arrived at this mansion. It was absolutely huge.

"You like it? Of course you do Princess, it is yours."

This place could never be yours.

You were just a simple woman. Or so you were told.

But as you entered, the luxury kept on coming. Walls filled with paintings, you loved them, they looked absolutely stunning.

"Is that-is that a Monet?"

"The Water Lily Pond. Your favourite. Was rather difficult to get though."

"It's a really good copy."

"Copy?" he laughed as he walked up to you, standing beside you looking at you. "My Queen doesn't get copies and dupes."

You looked at him, eyes big.

"I-It's real?"

"The original of course. As I said, it was a pain to get but it was worth it."

"Are all...paintings?"

"Woman! Of course they are real! I'm not going to have my Queen's house fill with FAKES! HA!" you looked around, and for some reason, you didn't have the same feeling when Michael or Duncan or whatever his name got you home.

This house, mansion rather, felt... safe. Like you knew it. 

But it couldn't be true.

Then you noticed pictures. They were all scattered on the floor along with some clothes and a mannequin wearing a wedding dress. 

This almost looked like a shrine to you.

"This is all yours." he said, picking up the photos he handed them to you. 

It was you, undeniably, you and him. 

You didn't know what to do anymore. This was all so confusing it made your head hurt and your eyes tear up as you looked at the Clown beside you.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, desparate.

"I want you back." he said with such a serious tone, that it made you shiver. "I lost you five months ago when you sacrificed yourself so I could get away. I think you wanted them to catch you so I could get you out of Arkham but it is not what happened. They hit you with a car, shot you three times, yet you didn't die, Pumpkin, Just like you promised. You lived for me." 

"My head hurts." you said.

"Then let's go and you get some sleep in our bed." he guided you to the bedroom.

And you thought the rest of the house was incredible? The bedroom was above it all. Ceiling high as ever, a huge crystal chandelier right in the middle. And a bed, a huge bed, of course it had a bathroom which you got a glimpse of and a balcony overlooking Gotham.

The Joker noticed you looking out the window.

"Our Kingdom, Princess. Now, get some rest, I'll be in my office if you need me."

Like you knew where it was.

You lay down in the bed, smelling the pillows, they smelt similar, like a smell that you couldn't quite place. It smelled like home. 

Then as it got darker, you didn't sleep, but your head didn't hurt anymore either. You felt at ease for some reason.

Could it be that the Joker wasn't lying? Could it be that this really was your true life? 

You did only believe what the doctor, nurses and Mi-Duncan said because they were there. So if it was true, what the Joker said, you were shot so, that explained the weird wounds on your legs and arm. The doctor said it was due to the impact but bullets made more sense for some reason. 

You looked up at the ceiling and of course, there was a mirror on the ceiling, you looked at yourself, laying there. Maybe it was true, it would explain why you had the urge to strangle the woman who cut you off in line, it would explain why you wanted to bash the head of the entitled nurse who treated you like shit in the hospital. You had anger issues which you pushed down for the past five months. 

You had a strong feeling to take whatever you wanted for free. You wanted to snatch that necklace off of that woman at your work and now it made sense.

The Joker had to be right. You weren't who they made you believe you were. Even if you didn't remember. 

You went to the walk-in closet and noticed many many many clothes, bags and shoes, some were missing, you remembered the little circle of things in the living room, they must have been your favourites, but the clothes in there were also rather nice. High-quality things for sure.

Then you recalled the wedding dress. You needed to see that again.

Slowly you walked back to the living room, you found it funny how easily you navigated through the huge mansion.

And there it was, although the clothes and things were missing from around it, the wedding dress was still there. 

The dress screamed grand. Elegance, wealth. It was sparkly, littered with stones that you assumed were diamonds since as you know now, the Joker doesn't do fake.

You wanted to put it on, but you didn't, you just stood there, unaware of anything else.

"If I may-" said a voice behind you which made you jump. You saw the same men who drove you here. "Apologies. If I may, I know you don't remember me, my name is Jonny Frost. We used to be-We are friends. Do you want to put the dress on? Maybe it will help you remember."

"Am I really The Joker's wife?"

"Yes, Ma'am. And you do love him. As strange as it might sound, you two are... made for each other. He used to be toxic, don't get me wrong he still is, but with you Y/N, he is a lot worse."

"Worse?"

"Yes, because he has you to lose. He wasn't always like this, he used to beat up everyone, men and women, he didn't care, but you, he would never touch you. He was looking for you, he mourned you, in his own way."

You looked from him towards the dress.

"Even if I put it on, I wouldn't remember. It is beautiful."

"Do you want to see pictures? Wedding pictures I hid from him before he made this... shrine."

You gave him a nod and he guided you to the library. There, he gave you the photo book. 

"I'll leave you to it, I'll also bring some dinner." before you could say anything he was out the door.

Photos.

Photos of a wedding you don't remember. Photos of a life you cannot recall.

Yet, it was you. Undeniably you are in those photos, kissing, giggling, and laughing along with the Joker.

In one of the pictures, you noticed you had a J tattooed on your ring finger. 

But now it was not there. Not a trace. Yet, when you touched the skin it felt empty like it was missing that letter. 

Now it made sense a little. Why you couldn't even stand the thought of Michael as your husband, why you rather throw yourself out the window than let him touch you. Why you wanted to just strangle him while he slept and why he spent so much time at work.

He wasn't your husband.

You weren't his. You are the Joker's, and although you didn't remember it would never stop you.

You ate the dinner Jonny got you then you made your way to the Joker's office. With a specific photo in hand.

You watched as he sat at his desk, looking at some papers when he noticed you. Out of instinct, he moved his chair back, waiting for you to sit, and you did, just not where he thought you would.

You sat in the chair across from him. 

You placed the photo on the desk showing him the tattoo on his chest, your name.

"Do you have it?" you asked and he moved his shirt and there it was.

Y/N in black ink right above his collarbone. Then you pointed at the photo.

"I don't have mine. None of them."

"They removed those, I'm aware. They wanted their story to fit, would be hard to explain why you have a J on your ring finger when your husband is called Michael."

"Right...Can I get them back?" you looked up at him, finding his eyes. Striking blue, breathtaking. No wonder you fell in love with those.

"You want them back?"

"I-I believe you, I believe they made up the story, it had many many holes in it, I had a feeling something's not right, but your-your story, with the dress, pictures and this place, it-it feels like home. I want not only the tattoos back, I want my life back, even if I don't remember anything. I know we can make more memories." he smiled. A genuine smile which would send a shiver down a person's back, but you saw his eyes. He was happy.

Was it even possible for the Joker to be happy? Jonny's words started to make sense now.

"Princess, welcome back to your home." he said as he started to laugh.

A laugh so wicked it sent chills down everyone's entire body who heard it, even those who didn't. It was a warning, something they didn't know just yet, but the Joker and his Queen were back.

The End

This will be continued with small blurbs if anyone is interested.

A/N: This was written with Jared Leto’s Joker in mind, but it could work for all Joker’s as an AU I believe. Hope you enjoyed it!

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It's over: Jason Todd x f!reader

Summary: Jason was dead. Or, well, at least that what Y/N believed. After all, she saw his body, she attended his funeral. And she was hurting for so long. It took her almost two years to get back into sort of normality. And then, then she found out he was alive all this time......

And only because he showed up at her door......

Warnings: hell lot of cussing, angst to the nth degree, a bit of kissing and touching (nothing explicit though), possible crying coming, Taylor Swift quotation.

Based on: "If I ever" by Conor Maynard

A/N: before this, I got a request from an angst lover (story is here: Lost), whoever you are, I dedicate this one's to you.

„Is this a joke?!”

„Y/N…..”

“Is this a fucking joke?!”

“Please, just calm down.”

“Fuck off! You don’t get to tell me what to do!! Not after, after…..” she was slowly breaking in her anger, reality creeping in, draining all the power she had. Her legs gave up on her and she just slid down the wall onto the floor, her limbs laying loose, boneless, eyes wide open while she was processing the situation she just found herself in.

Poor girl. Y/N was an old friend of Jason Todd. They met before he got adopted by Bruce and become Robin. Both Y/N and Jason were raised in Crime Alley and get to know each other from getting in and out of common trouble. When Bruce came in, Jason made sure he took care of his friend as well and that was how she ended up in Wayne Manor, learning about the technology and surveillance and soon becoming the “man, or rather woman in the chair”. Their story was classical “friends to lovers” trope, only ending with them becoming a couple due to Dick’s foul mouth. One time he mentioned something about Jason catching feelings and Y/n, being her direct and straightforward self, confronted the boy about it. After a while of blushing and sweating he finally confessed and they became a couple. And despite everything, the temper tantrums and insecurities they worked through it. Robin and his right wing. They were good together. Until Jason decided to go against Joker.  And got killed. And left her completely alone, or at least that was how she felt at that moment. She could not leave the past behind, desperately holding to the little pieces of memories she had of him, of them. Dick, Tim and Damian did their best to make her get through but she was too stubborn for her own good. It took her 23 months to start slowly healing her heart. And just as she was ready to get out of the house and start living again, maybe getting back to her own position in batfamily, she learned that Jason death was…. temporary and he was in fact alive, and  running around as Red Hood. That was a kick in the teeth. But what was even worse was that one afternoon she found him inside her apartment, placed on the couch with remorseful expression, ready to beg for forgiveness and to crawl back into her freshly –patched up life.  Of course, the moment she saw him inside she wanted to throw him out the window but due to all his muscles and height it was not possible so instead she resorted to verbal anger, trying to hide the mix of emotions – pain, fear, relief, love…. Way too much for one person, so finally she just went silent not capable of dealing with it all.

“Y/N…. Please, say something. Baby…..”

“What did you just call me?!”

“I’m sorry.” He said and she was not exactly sure whether he was sorry for pretending to be dead for the last years or for using her pet name only to his advantage.

“You don’t…. you don’t….” she sobbed desperately and it took all his power not to scoop her in his arms at once, shielding her from the world, making her safe. He wanted to spare her the pain, but the sad truth was that he was the one to cause all of it and upon realizing his grand mistake his heart broke into million pieces. Perhaps even more than hers.

“Y/n…..” Jason tried once again, his hand reaching for hers, but the girl just yanked it away, hugging herself. All the shock she just went through by seeing her ­not-so-dead  dead boyfriend making all her body tremble from the sudden coldness.

“Don’t. Just…. Just don’t.“ she managed to say “I can’t do this again. I just can’t. Please, get out.”

“You know I can’t do that” he whispered closing his eyes in poor attempt to hide all the pain he held inside. His voice, however, gave him away.

“You had no problem with that when you pretended to be six feet under!”

“I wanted to protect you!” he screamed

“From what?!” she yelled back pretty sure her neighbors had perfect acoustic to hear the banter.

“From being hurt! From getting injured because of me! You know damn fucking well how many people were after me while I was still Robin!”

“Well, look where It got you…..Red Hood.” she said barely audible “Are you happy now? Knowing that you broke my heart? Knowing that you broke me. I cried for days for you, Jason. DAYS. I mourned you. I avoided Dick, Tim and Damian for weeks because every time they started the family drama it reminded me of you….”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, sorry does not make it any better, does it?” she lowered her gaze looking at the floor “and you know what’s the worst thing in all of that?”

“I….”

“I never, never, stopped loving you. Fuck! I could not get into a relationship with anyone even if I wanted a rebound. It was always your face I was seeing, it was always your smile, it was always you” his eyes widened at those words and their gazes met for a second. It was as if a spark flew between them lighting up their inside and making both of them get lost in each other’s eyes. Just like the first time they confessed to being in love.  Neither Y/n, not Jason turned away, and she did not stop him when he slowly leaned forward capturing her lips in his, pulling her onto his lap, closer, he wanted her closer. God, how he missed her, her skin, her warmth, her soft hands sneaking up his chest into his hair playing with the ends. He groaned tightening the grip to the point where she squealed from the long forgotten pain of his strong embrace, but he couldn't care less deepening the kiss, wanting more and more and more…..

He did not get much affection since he became Red Hood and even then, no one could ever compare to her and her gentle touch, the feel of her lips on his, her body against his. She was his one and only. She belonged with him. They were perfect. And then he had to go and fuck this up. Memories of them together just flooded him. All the nights she was spending at the manor waiting for the batboys to come back from the patrol and then checking on all of his injuries to the detriment of her own health.  All those nights she was falling asleep in his arms, feeling safe and loved. All those nights that the only thing that kept him going through all the fights was the thought of her and the knowledge of the comfort and tenderness her presence brought him.  Her acceptance no matter what he did and how bloody he got. All those mornings when they get to steal some time away from his vigilantism and just cuddle in bed, holding tight onto each other like they were one another’s lifeline.  Fuck! He loved when the first thing he saw after waking up was her beautiful face and peacefully sleeping form.  He missed her body, all those curves and stretch marks she hated so much. All those little imperfections of her skin he get to kiss and worship every time she got insecure. All the pleasure he was giving her, while just loving her for hours, never getting enough of her sweat moans and the way she reacted to his touch. Her smile, her laugh, her sense of humor, her brain, her intelligence….. All of her.

He wanted her. There could never be a time when he wouldn’t want her. His fingers started absentmindedly playing with the hem of her shirt and that made her pull away from him and stand up.

“Please…. “ he whined not wanting to let go.

“You need to go, Jason.” she stated simply

“Please, I….. I can make this right…. I’m begging you.  Don’t leave me like this.”

“How can you possibly make this right?” tears was flowing down her cheeks as with every other word she was taking a step away from him “you can’t. It’s too late.”

“But I love you.”

“I know.”

“So let me make this right.” He insisted, trying to convince her.

“No.” she shook her head turning her back to him “I’ll let you in and you will let me down…… How do I know I can trust you?

“You can. Baby, please….”

“Go away, Jason.” her eyes were everywhere but on him, she knew the expression in them would make her give in and she just couldn't do that.

“Do you want me to get on my knees? Fine.” He fell down next to her legs “I’m begging you, don’t do this.”

“Well one of us has to be strong.”

“I can be strong for both of us in believing we can get through this.”

“No.”

“Baby…”

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your baby! Not anymore! Why can’t you understand?! It’s fucking over, Jason! I don’t want to see you again!”

“You…. you don’t mean that…..”

“I sure as hell do. I’ve barely covered all the scars you left and you chose just this moment to show up in my life again! I took a detour from my way to work just to avoid our places! I’ve been through enough! I. Don’t. Want. You.” she poked at his hard chest and he just couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her waist and connecting their lips once again pulling her body closer than possible, moving his lips from her mouth to her jaw and neck, finding that one spot that made her moan softly and his blood boiled at the sound. He needed her. He needed her that exact moment. And he knew she needed and wanted him too. Maybe if he could just convince her, show her what she was missing during that years….. Surely, she did not forget all the things they did when no one was around.

“Y/n…..” he groaned against her skin “let me apologize properly. Let me love you……” his hand brushed over her breasts. “Let me remind you how good we are together….”

"Jay....." she moaned, her walls and tough attitude crumbling.

"I'm here baby. I'm here. Feel me...." he grabbed her hands placing them on his fast beating heart, while at the same time lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Oh, she felt everything at once. His kisses, his touch were too much and not enough at the same time.  His palms were burning against her skin yet she felt so cold, like the clothes were an obstacle in getting what she craved so desperately. Him. It was both wrong and so, so right. It was horrifying and beautiful, real and unreal. She wanted more and yet, she should not…. All those contradictions made her dizzy and her head spinning.  

“I should have known….” much to his surprise she sobbed and punched his chest, possibly hurting herself more than him but also making him stop in result “you just came here because you need a good fuck. I mean nothing more to you.”

“That is not true….. You know you mean everything to me." he put her on the ground "Everything! I care about you, always did. When I had no one, even in this stupid family Bruce decided to create, you were always there for me. It’s more than just physical, you know we had, have, a connection.”

Oh, she knew it. She knew it well enough, they were linked on so many different emotional levels. And she knew aiming at this was her last resort  to make him leave.

“Jason.”

“What can I do, babe?”

“You can turn around and walk out the door.”

“Is that what you really want? You want us to be strangers now? You will go over to the other side when you see me on the street? Is that how you want to play? Huh?! Answer me!” out of desperation he gripped her shoulders with much more strengths than intended “I’m sorry. Oh shit, god, love I’m so sorry” he mumbled in guilt letting go, realizing that if he ever had any chance to convince her to trust him again it was now buried. She flinched and slouched, so fragile and delicate and apparently, no longer his to protect and comfort.

“Band aids don’t fix bullet holes. “ she said and he froze on the spot. Fuck, if she was quoting Taylor on him it was really, really bad “you say sorry just for show. You know how the song go, don’t you? We got bad blood. Leave.” Her voice was now ice cold, her face blank.

“No.”

“Just fucking leave!” she grabbed the nearest item (which happened to be a book he used to read to her, while she was drifting off in his embrace on particularly rough evenings, after all day of work) and threw it at him. He caught it, gently stroking the cover and straightening the pages.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll go! Whatever you fucking want!” he turned around on the heels, tears in his eyes threatening to spill and walked out the door, shutting it loudly behind.  Only now he wrapped his head around the fact it was truly over. He fucked up for good and there was no way back. She would never forgive him and he would never get a chance to hold her, kiss her, talk to her and bond over silly, little things.

“Y/n….” he whispered softly, lovingly, still longing for her as he rested his head on the outer side of the door. “I’m so fucking sorry.” That dull ache in his chest tearing him apart. He just wanted to make things right and ended up tossed away, again .…

Little did he know, that inside the apartment the girl, whose heart he broke twice was laying on the bed sobbing and holding tight onto the plushie he won for her at the fair so many years ago.

“Jay….” She cried silently, not able to calm down without his arms wrapped tightly around her, his warmth lulling her to sleep. He didn’t deserve this. But then, neither did she….

He opened the wound and this time she was not sure if she could recover again. But one thing she knew for sure. It was over. The question was, how long will it take to deal with the pain this time.      

#jason todd fanfiction #jason todd angst #jason todd imagine #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x oc #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood fanfiction #red hood imagine #red hood angst #red hood x reader #red hood x fem!reader #red hood #red hood x y/n #batboys x reader #angst #dc angst

[marshmallow-rainbow139]

Depriving

Summary: Jason thinks his parents didn’t care when he died. Only if he knew what his mother almost did.

Warning: Talks of death

Words: 1,213

AO3

Get the tissues y'all!

Jason doesn't know.

The boys don't know.

Heck, not even Alfred knows.

It's a secret between Anne and Bruce.

The day she almost killed the Joker

It was weeks after Jason's funeral. Bruce found the Joker and beat him to a bloody pulp, ending with the Clown in a body cast, in the ICU for six months, and back again to Arkham. That was the story Jason and the others knew.

But in between the Joker ending up in the hospital and getting back to Arkham, Anne went to the hospital, waited for the policeman guarding the door to fall asleep, and went inside.

He was unconscious, but she wanted him to be awake and have his eyes open so that she could look at him. She approached him and drew the curtain so that no one could watch them through the window of the door and interrupt her.

The sound of the machine beeping annoyed her; that's not what she wanted to hear. He was hooked up to a breathing machine after one of his lungs collapsed. Another time she would pat Bruce on the back for putting the Joker like this, but after what he did to her baby boy, it's not enough. He hasn't been hurt enough.

With one steady stroke, Anne grabbed the plastic tube of the breathing machine and squeezed it. Hard. 

It took almost a minute for him to wake up. What frustrates her the most when she looks back at that moment is that he was not concerned or even curious about what was happening to him.

He was smiling with his eyes. She recognized that glee in his yes. Like a child being offered a puppy on Christmas. That was not how he was supposed to react. She wanted him to be afraid. Just like she knows Jason was when he was being beat over and over again with that damn crowbar.

He was looking her in the eyes, and he was barely reacting. He didn’t care that he might die.

The lack of oxygen was starting to get to him. He was squirming, and the heart monitor was beating rapidly. She could hear steps down the hall. She knows a nurse is going to show up. She will enter the room, open the curtain, and see Anne Wayne hovering over the Joker and killing him. She will scream. The guard will wake up and grab his gun. He will give Anne a warning, but she will not move an inch. He will shoot her, and she will drop to the ground. Maybe she will survive or die that night. She doesn't care. She died when Jason died.

She was waiting for that to happen, but what happened was that her body was pulled away from the clown, and a hand covered her mouth. Bruce, of course. He dragged her to the darkest corner of the room and covered her with his body. She was small enough for him to cover her with his body.

She was trying to break free of his arms when he whispered quickly to her. "Think of Dick!" and she stopped just in time as a nurse and a doctor walked into the room.

Son of a bitch.

Of course, he was going to use Dick to calm her down.

They stayed still as they heard the doctor and the nurse taking care of that thing.

When they leave, Bruce waits a few moments before taking her away from the hospital.

At that moment, something changed their relationship and almost broke it.

"What you did goes against everything we stand for!" Bruce shouted when they were in an empty alley.

"Well, I'm sorry, but last time I checked, your no-killing rule was not on our wedding vows!" She shouted back at him.

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "This isn't a joke. Stop being selfish."

Her eyes widened at his accusation. "I’m selfish! How dare you!" she pulled away from him. "How fucking dare, you! So, you're the only one that shakes up that piece of shit a little bit!"

She put distance between them.

"He killed my son! HE KILLED OUR SON!" She screamed with tears in her eyes. "And you expect me to do what? You expect me to sit pretty in the manor while Jason is rotting in our backyard! You expect me to just accept that thing back to Arkham and move on! NO! He needs to pay! I want him to be hurt! I want him begging for his life like Jason did! I want him to be afraid like Jason was! I just want my son back!" With that last phrase, she broke.

She thought she had shed all her tears since her son’s body was on the stretcher in that morgue in Bosnia. She bent over and started sobbing. She grips her chest as she feels like her heart is being stabbed.

Soon after, she feels his hand on her back. Like two magnets, she throws herself at him and hugs him while sobbing on his chest. He puts his arms around her. "We killed him," she rasped out. "We were supposed to protect him and give him a better life, but we dragged him to his death. He was amazing. He was so sweet. And we killed him."

Bruce tightens his arms around her. "No, it was not your fault. It was not your fault, Anne."

She cried harder into his chest. She could feel, very faintly, Bruce’s tears falling down her hair. Anne knew that he was in pain as well for Jason’s death, but he held it together for her, Dick, and Alfred.

Anne cried with all she had inside. They went to the batmobile and drove home in silence. She didn’t ask how he knew she was going there, and he didn’t tell Alfred what happened because it was unusual for Bruce and Anne to come back home in the batmobile with Bruce dressed as Batman, but the buttle didn’t pry a lot. Alfred knew whatever it was was related to Jason.

The next week, Anne moved from the manor into an apartment in town. She needed a break. They needed a break. It turns into a legal separation when talking to divorce lawyers. It was thanks to Timothy’s arrival and crossing paths multiple times that they managed to mend their marriage.

They never told Jason about that night, even when he said they didn’t care about him because the Joker was still alive. Anne wanted Jason to yell at her and take all of his anger out on her. It felt more satisfying than depriving the Joker of oxygen.

The clown never knew it was Anne Wayne who tried to kill him that night. The room was barely lit. He would ask years later, when Batman came for answers about Red Hood, "Who was that lady standing over my hospital bed that night, Batsy? I've got to say I've never felt so excited! Can you ring up so that we could do that again?"

What Bruce didn't know at the time was that it was not the first time she went forward with a murder plan. That night just happened to be the one she didn't succeed. 

#batman #batmom #Anne Wayne #batfamily #bruce wayne x oc

[mossfrg]

Lost Talon au 3/?

Imagine Jason’s reaction to Dick being brought back. Like, Jason was the Robin right after Dick died— he had the biggest shoes to fill, coming immediately after the original. He was constantly trying to live up to the standards Dick unknowingly set. After he nearly died by the Joker’s hand and made his own identity, Jason felt more comfortable with himself and out to bed his worries.

But then Dick comes back, and he comes back wrong.

Jason had always privately hoped that one day this older brother would appear and take the reigns for him. The he would get to meet The Dick Grayson, have that man as an older brother.

Instead, Jason is still the oldest, and now has to deal with a half-brainwashed (non-consensually!!) genetically modified 18-year-old almost assassin who’s 12ish years out of place. What the fuck. He did not sign up for this.

Tim feels much the same way. He’s older than Dick, and that’s not something that should’ve ever happened. Tim remembers seeing Dick at galas, remembers his warm tanned skin and bright blue eyes when he’d smile. Remembers being taught how to do a flip and a cartwheel by a boy who claimed to fly from chandeliers. Remembers a kind older boy sneaking him into the gardens when things got too loud and he was so young and couldn’t handle the way his parents looked at him but this older boy was giving him the time of day-

And now that boy is younger than him. Blue eyes replaced by cold, unflinching gold. Skin still tan, but paler with a gray tint to it; black veins crawl up his throat and down his arms. He’s cold to the touch. He’s still kind, but much more hesitant in showing that softness; more likely to flash his claws than return a gentle hug. And that’s not to mention the wings, over 20ft of feathers and muscle tucked between his shoulders (he still perches on chandeliers though).

Damian had never met the First Son his Father had taken in. He’s heard countless stories of the brave, kind, caring, innocent child who creates the Robin mantle. Who didn’t kill, who made jokes, who was kind and sweet and friendly. Damian, unlike the other two, didn’t worry about living up to Grayson, but to living up to the innocent he brought. How could Damian ever be a good Robin when his hands were stained with blood?

But then Grayson, Richard, had been found. And he had blood on his hands. Less so than Damian himself, of course, and less than even Todd or Drake. But still. It was blood. And he’d gone under much the same training Damian himself had. The First Robin, trained and bloodied like Damian. Who took one look at Damian wearing his family’s name and colors and beamed for the first time since they’d brought him home, wings extending to wrap around him as he cooed, who’d heard that Todd and Drake had also shared the mantle and dragged them into the hug too, proclaiming them family and his flock, “or colony if you really want to stick with the bat theme, B, but I think it’s telling that 4/4 of your sidekicks went with a bird theme, maybe you should think of being Birdman-“

Richard Grayson, who despite everything, still managed to be himself after 12 years. Damian thinks it gives him a little hope and privately, thinks that if Richard can be so good after what he’s been through, there’s a chance Damian can be good too. Not that he’s ever say that aloud; he’s the Blood Son after all, even if Richard was the First Son.

#batfam #lost talon au #richard grayson #talon dick grayson #jason peter todd #tim drake #damian wayne #damian al ghul #batbros #reverse robins #their dynamic is neat okay #LT!dick has no clue what anyone thinks of him and assumes they all hate him #Meanwhile LT!jason is trying to figure out how to parent him #LT!tim doesnt know if dick remembers him or not and they are both too socially awkward to bring it up #LT!dami fuckin loves this funky birb assassin man who can’t preen his wings but will pull a knife if you threaten zitka #TL!bruce jsut sobbing in a corner while Alfred comforts him cause ALL HIS SONS

[msfcatlover]

The Public Personas I think each Wayne Kid would get in the Reverse Robins verse

Duke: The easy-going, down-to-earth, reasonable one. Or, perhaps more accurately, the straightman to Bruce’s comedian. Duke’s fond exasperation & surprisingly grown-up attitude as a child made for an excellent counter to Brucie’s bombastic antics, and had plenty of people joking that Duke was the actual parent between the two of them. Seeing the two of them at work is seeing a decade-perfected comedy tag-team in action, and it is a beautiful thing. As Duke grew up, his reputation shifted to being the Chillest Dude (gender neutral) in any given room, and he mastered the sort of subtle, charismatic warmth that makes everyone feel like they’re your best friend. Duke’s one of those celebrities you just want to crack a beer open with and chat about your day, because they seem like they’d be fun to hang out with, y’know? (Which also helps separate him from his hero identities. Duke Thomas? Dress up like a cross between a motorcycle racer & medieval knight in order to speed around downtown, jump off bridges & skyscrapers, and kick the Joker in the face on a biweekly basis? Are you fucking high?)

Damian: Starts out as the acerbic, hotheaded brat. Grows up into Gotham’s favorite Bad Boy With A Heart Of Gold, thanks to both his maintained public attitude & work with helping animals around the world, even after he mostly moves to Bludhaven. (Yes, he rides a motorcycle, wears mostly leather, and has just so many piercings. Most of the piercings are fake, so that they can’t be grabbed in fights; the real ones he almost exclusively wears small studs in. They all come out in preparation for patrol.)

Cassandra: The Ice Queen, so cool & confident that some people genuinely think the family is lying about her selective mutism and it’s just a front so she has an excuse to ignore people. (She is deeply offended by this.) Zero tolerance for bullshit, cutting edge fashionista, single handedly got ASL added as a language course to every school in Gotham, and got plenty of rich jerks to learn if only to know what she was gossiping about with her siblings when they kept glancing over and laughing at everyone else. Universally assumed to be the one who'll take over WE when Bruce retires, despite her complete lack of interest.

Steph: The Wild Child, the only one to follow in Brucie’s footsteps. This was not the persona she wanted but in her society debut gala, something came up and Duke needed a distraction so he could go deal with it. Steph set her shoulders, grabbed a bottle off the snack table behind them, and said, “You got it.” First impressions are everything, and she never could shake that one… not helped by the fact that sometimes, an empty-headed party girl was exactly what they needed to gather information, and Steph had both the reputation to play the part & clout to get wherever she wanted once Bruce fostered her. (After her death, people call it a “downward spiral.” Others counter this with a clip from an interview she gave earlier that year, where Stephanie Brown talked about her hard work in school & the community, and her frustration over her reputation. “Of course it bothers me,” she said, “It bothers me that what I’m wearing matters more than the causes I promote. It bothers me that a few sips of wine outweigh organizing an entire event. It bothers me that flirting with people my own age upsets people more than a fucking shooting in downtown Gotham!” She laughed bitterly. “Is it the hair? Should I dye it? Would that make people take me more seriously?” She turned to look directly into the camera, tears shining in her eyes. “I’m—I’m sixteen. What do you want from me?”)

Tim: Tim starts out as the resident Cool Nerd. He’s friendly, he’s chill, he likes skateboarding & computer games—and also, he GMs on the weekends, he likes to solve math puzzles & write his own algorithms, he knows more about the history of sci-fi than any human has right to. Tim’s the kind of nerd who makes his nerdy hobbies seem cool by association. (Still figuring the rest out, honestly. Since he’s Oracle in this verse, part of me feels like he’d stay out of the public eye more? But another part of me says Tim would make his public persona as loud as possible, so that people think of him beyond his injury. “Bruce Wayne’s Paraplegic Son” is not an identity Tim would ever be okay letting people define him by, I think. I know he does a lot of charity work, and is more open to talking about his challenges than Cass is, in a very “if I tell you upfront, you can’t use it against me (also, maybe someone else needs to hear this)” kinda way. I know he’s still involved in the business world to some degree. I’m just having trouble pinning down how Tim would characterize Timothy Drake-Wayne [post-injury] to the public.)

Jason: Jason is kinda the inverse of Damian, being soft-spoken & seemingly shy until you bring up a cause he cares passionately about. He's very protective of his siblings, and is responsible for about 80% of the "Wayne Kids Spotted! You Won't Believe These Adorable Pictures!" tabloid headlines (Cass & Damian dote on Jason, those candids being one of the only times people get pictures of their "soft sides." Jason also volunteers to help Duke & Tim out a lot, and is often seen trailing after them trying to look professional.) Every woman over 30 in Gotham just wants to pinch his pudgy little cheeks, at least until Jason hits his last growth spurt and comes back from a year abroad looking like an absolute hunk. But still just as humble, just as polite, and just as passionate about helping others. Isn't he just a Big Ol' Marshmallow? (Jason maintains this reputation mainly by biting his tongue & constantly reminding himself if he can't think of anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. After every single interview or public event, you can find him down in the cave, ranting to himself about everything that pissed him off and taking it out on the poor training dummies.)

Dick: Started out very surly & private, but all his siblings defended that the poor boy had gone through so much trauma in under a year (losing his parents, being taken from the family he grew up with, and then losing Bruce just a few months later,) that it was only to be expected. They worked hard to keep him protected from the public eye while he was grieving. When little Richie finally made his public debut, Gotham was delighted to discover an energetic Sunshine Child, who wasn't exactly a great listener & was more than a bit of a showoff, but gosh darn if he wasn't the cutest thing anyone had seen in years. (Dick keeps up the shallow-but-cheerful Sunshine act all the way into his adult life, coming the closest out of any of them to having a true Brucie persona as an adult.)

#reverse robins #reverse!robins #reverse robins au #reverse order robins #reverse order batkids #reverse batkids #reverse batfam #batfam #batfamily #bat family #bat fam #duke thomas #damian wayne #damian al ghul #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #stephanie brown #tim drake #timothy drake #jason todd #dick grayson #richard grayson #batsiblings #bat siblings #bat kids #batkids #batman #the signal #black bat #robins

[symphonic-scream]

Fucking gotta talk about this shit I've accidentally made something somewhat wholesome

So. The focus this time? Hifumi. GASP. and? Transfem Hifumi. Yeah.

So she's new to being herself. Conservative family, sheltered, one night she ducks into some random bar to get away from the crowds and- oh. Its Crossroads. A gay bar. There she meets Joker for the first time, a blooming Drag Queen, and they become good friends. Joker is there as Hifumi discovers shes trans and helps her set things in place to get away from her family

You see, Joker has lots of queer friends. Working at a gay bar does that to a guy. Unfortunately he and his boyfriend Goro don't have room in their apartment with his little sibling staying with them, so he resorts to plan B. Asking Haru and Makoto to help a woman out

So basically. Hifumi learns how to live as herself freely for the first time, with the help of some new queer friends while living in Makoto and Haru's guest room and having weekly tea with Akira

Here's where everyone's at!

Joker (Akira)- he's a drag queen of course. Moonlights as Aki-chan at Crossroads, is dating Goro, shares a small apartment with him and Futaba. Friend to many a queer folk, he jokes that he's the slutty glue that keeps their ragtag group together

Ryuji- studying to be a gym teacher, a proper one. Bisexual, cis. Openly bi too, he has his flag pinned to everything he owns. He even dyed his hair in the flag colours once when he had too much to drink. Shares Ann's place with her, Shiho, and Yusuke, he's blossoming out now that he's out of highschool

Ann- beginner actor, bisexual and cis, been dating Shiho since their highschool days. When Ryuji woke up with his hair dyed, she dyed her pigtails out of solidarity. She really hopes Hifumi branches out into trying different fashion and makeup options, she's looking forward to a good girl's night with someone other than Haru

Yusuke- gay asexual. Transmasc, he/they. A starving artist rescued by two overly friendly bisexuals (and Shiho), his room in their place is a den of colour and expression and their soul splattered on the walls. He ends up closest with Hifumi out of the roommate quad

Futaba- they like girls but doesn't wanna pin down their sexuality just yet. Agender, fine with the label non-binary too, any pronouns. Works as a freelance cyber security assistant out of Akira and Goro's apartment, doesn't like being around people too much. They like Hifumi. She's quiet, smart. She's also unafraid to join Futaba in bullying Goro

Makoto- lesbian transfem. To put her identity into the classic lesbian terms, she's between futch and butch, and is working to be a youth councilor. She transitioned rather young and has reached a solid point in her life, and is very excited to get to guide Hifumi on her journey of defining Womanhood for herself. She and Haru are married in every sense but the legal one

Haru- cis lesbian. Though, honestly, shes mainly only ever had eyes for Makoto. High femme. She runs a little cozy bakery slash coffee shop under their apartment, the whole place screams cottage core. She's excited to have another person to dote on around the house. Secret from the others, but her and Makoto are beginning talks of whether they'd want to have a kid

...

Yeah I. Y'all,,, holy shit

#persona 5 #persona 5 au #okujima #hifumi togo #makoto niijima #haru okumura #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #shihoann #futaba sakura #goro akechi #akeshu #yusuke kitagawa #the phantom queers

[stolen-breath]

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JASON

He never approved of your job at Ace Chemicals.  Of course he never said that, not to you.  He celebrated your promotion with you, ordered take-out on nights when he couldn't be there, listened to you rant even though he couldn't understand a word.  But he hated that you worked at the same place that created the most heinous of Gotham's rogue gallery, that you were a single OSHA violation from becoming the Joker's genderbent double.

You didn't know that.  Why would you?  It happened years ago, and Ace never broadcast that little trivia.  It would ruin their PR, bring unwanted attention that could come with a nasty price tag.  Only Batman and his allies knew that – and the Joker, obviously.  And probably Harley.  Maybe a few of the other  villains… Okay fine, a lot of people knew, but you weren't one of them, and he couldn't exactly break that news without inviting several new and awkward questions.  So he never told you, never asked you to quit, just helped you and supported you while the nagging worries in the back of his mind stayed exactly there.

Now he sprints through the factory, kicking himself with every step.  He should have forced you to quit.  He should have told you everything, even if it meant revealing the truth about his night job.

Why had he been hesitant in the first place?   Fear for your safety?  Maybe.  You were a pretty tough cookie.  You used to joke that you were the tough one in the relationship, and part of him believed it.  Maybe he'd kept the secret out of loyalty to Batman.  Back then, it made sense.  He would have killed for the man if it came to that.

Back then, he thought Bruce would do the same for him.

Jason grinds his teeth together until every heavy footstep jars his jaw.  Damn it.  Damn it, damn it, damn it.  He should’ve known Scarecrow would pull some shit like this.  It was just fucking like him.  You were an insurance policy, the prize for remaining loyal to him.  “Once I understood your greatest fear, controlling you was simple.”  That was the crap he spewed to every person that stood up to him.  Every ally that he suspected would betray him.  This was all a game to him, the world’s trickiest game of chess, a test to his superiority.   At his core, he was no better than the Joker.

He thought he could control Jason by risking your safety – and he was right.  If anything happened to you, his brittle sanity would shatter like glass.

But nothing is going to happen to you.  Jason only had to hold one guy’s hand in sulfuric acid to find out where Scarecrow’s keeping you, and he is going to get to you.  Fuck Scarecrow’s plan to break the Bat.  It can wait.

The door may be locked, but that’s not going to stop the walking arsenal.  Jason slaps an explosive on the metal door and ducks around the corner to shield himself from the explosion.  His armor is top of the line, meant to outdo even Lucius Fox’s finest work, but he’s not going to take stupid risks like that.  That was the old him.  That was Robin.  The Arkham Knight is calculated, and the Arkham Knight isn’t going to facetank C4.  (Even though, let’s face it, he could probably walk through the explosion like an action movie badass.  Can he glue sunglasses to his helmet?  A thought for later.)

It isn’t hard to find you.  The only hiding place here is a table large enough to fit at least three people underneath it.  He ignores your panicked shrieks as he drags  you out of your hiding place and slings you over his shoulder as easily as if  you’re an empty sack.

“Put me –”

“Shut up.  I’m saving  you.”  He hates talking to you like this.  Hates having to pretend he’s just a soldier doing his job and not your heroic boyfriend.  Hates that you’re beating your fists against his shoulder plates instead of sighing ‘my hero!’ and swooning in his arms.  More than anything, he longs to rip his helmet off and show you who he is, show you he’s alive and he’s fine and you’re going to be okay, it’s safe now, he’s here – but there isn’t time.  The annoying pleasant automated voice over the intercom announces that an explosion is imminent.  He has to get you out.

His helicopter is still on the pad.  Even from here, he can see the terror etched on his soldier’s faces as they gesture frantically for him to hurry.  “I can only go so fast goddammit,” he grumbles under his breath – not that he really had to lower his voice.  The whup-whup-whup of the spinning blades are so loud that he could probably yell and no-one would hear him.  Still, it feels good to mutter protests like he did when he worked with the Bat.

…no.  Not with.  For.  It never was a partnership – it was always Big Daddy Bat and pitiful little Robin clinging to his cape.

He seethes with frustration as he shoves you into his lieutenant’s arms.  The man is just helping you onto the helicopter so he can focus on getting in himself.  It’s a time-saver.  But he hates the idea of someone else touching you, even like this.  He is the one saving you.  This isn’t a joint operation.  This isn’t Strike Team Alpha or some shit.  This is the Arkham Knight, blazing through a burning factory to pluck you from the arms of Death itself.

Well, when he recounts the story later, he’s not mentioning any of these guys.  Screw them.

With a single button press, he tunes his helmet’s radio to the frequency of the chopper and shouts instructions to the pilot.  The lieutenant wraps a blanket around your shoulders, helping you get comfortable in the cramped and jerking confines as the helicopter rises into the air far faster than it should.  He stands up front like he always does, but he half-turns to keep you in the corner of his eye at all times.  Let them get fresh with you – it’s a quick way to find out what it’s like to get thrown out of a helicopter.  An exclusive offer.  Not many people get to say they’ve done that.

“Drop us off there.”  He points to the roof of the Doyle building, a tall building that once held crumbling gargoyles and steeples taller than most churches.  Thanks to the Gotham council’s brilliant decision making, they had been torn down as part of the renovation project.  It is now sleek, shining, filled with windows and fluorescent lights and commercial comfort, but it is still your place.  Deep in its foundation lay the memories of the two of you laying on it, watching where the stars would be if not for the smog and light pollution of the city, snacking on greasy street food and arguing which villain could actually kill Superman if they had to.

He can’t think of a better place to ruin all the plans he’d crafted so carefully since his escape.

The helicopter doesn’t land – it isn’t safe, not anymore, this building is made of fiberglass and corporate dreams.  Jason drags you to your feet as gently as he can and helps you hop off the hovering, wobbling chopper.  He lands beside you as easily as jumping off a curb and waves them away, tossing a few orders through the radio for good measure.  Give him a few minutes, at least.  He needs this almost as much as he needs to kill Batman – actually, no.  He needs it more.

YOU

He doesn’t turn to face you right away.  You take a step back and eye him suspiciously, squinting against the dust and dirt spitting up in the vortex of the chopper’s wind.  It flies away, heading deeper into the city, and you two stand alone.  When he seems to be ignoring you for the time being (never mind that he’s clenching his fists at his sides like a man trying not to punch a hole in the wall), you risk looking away from him at the city.  Your city.  Even from here, you can see the smoke plumes wafting up from various fires, the eerie orange chemicals drifting into the sky from Ace Chemicals (where you would be if he hadn’t dragged you out, a thought that sends chills down your already icy back).  The only cars driving around below you are militarized tanks and armored vehicles, all bearing the insignia of the man standing before  you.

The city’s being invaded – that much is clear.  This random soldier that you’ve never heard of paired up with the Rogue’s Gallery to take over Gotham and intends to burn it all down.  At least he was willing to evacuate the civilians first – you don’t like to give credit to bad people, but you have to hand it to him.  Very few villains would even notice the innocent people they trample in their rampages.  That alone makes this guy stand out.

Why did he save you?  For that matter, how did he know you were there?  All the records were meant to show that you’d evacuated with everyone else, just like the other workers that were forced to stay behind to help manufacture Scarecrow’s new toxin.  You didn’t know what happened to the others.  They came for all of you, one by one, over the course of the night.  You’d heard screaming just a few minutes before this guy blew up the door (he blew up a door, what kind of maniac was he) and dragged you out of the factory literally kicking and screaming.  You had assumed it was your turn to find out how Scarecrow was dealing with his assets now that he no longer had a use for you.

You assumed it was your turn to die.

“Thank you.”  The words are reluctant, forced out between chattering teeth.  It’s awfully cold for the end of October – it tends to get pretty cold in Gotham, but this is ridiculous.  Still, voicing your gratitude is the least you can do.  This villain – because he is a villain, you know he’s here to kill the Bat, you know he’s willing to kill his way through Gotham to do it – went out of his way to drag you from the factory moments before it exploded.  Hell, he even had his guys give you a blanket.  He didn’t have to do any of that.  He went out of his way to do it.  The least you could give him, the only thing you can give him, is a thanks.

He dismisses your thanks with a wave.  “Don’t worry about it.  Couldn’t leave you there.  Not your fault Scarecrow left his marbles in the Asylum.”  There’s something about the way he talks that’s oddly and eerily familiar, even through the metallic distortion of his helmet’s voice modulator.  It’s comforting, yet horrifying.  You rack your brain, throwing names and faces at the imagined wall to see what sticks, but nothing works.  You have no idea who this guy is, but he’s so…familiar.

“Yeah.”  You pull the blanket tighter around you as a gust of wind finds its way through the gaps.  Once again,  your gaze drifts over Gotham.  A chilling scream fills the air, then fades into the various sounds of the city.  Your thoughts burn with questions demanding answers.  You shouldn’t ask them.  A bright light, dimmed through distance, flashes over the two of you.  It gleams against his sidearm, a gun that you couldn’t name if you tried but immediately makes you pause.  You don’t have to wonder if it’s loaded.

But you can’t stop yourself.  “Did you leave yours there too?”

He glances over his shoulder.  His helmet is as blank as a sheet of paper, yet somehow you can almost imagine an expression of surprise and delighted disbelief.  “If only you knew.”  There’s longing in that voice, as if he genuinely wishes you did know.  But you’re imagining that, almost certainly.

“Why?”  The word slips out before you can stop it.  “You’re a killer.  You’re here to kill Batman and burn Gotham to the ground and you’re working with Scarecrow of all fucking people – but you evacuated the city first.  You saved me.  I don’t get it.”

He laughs, a short bitter bark that makes your skin crawl.  “I’m a killer, yeah, but I don’t kill innocent people.  The civilians don’t need to get wrapped up in this war.  Besides, I’m doing it for them.  If they’re all dead, there’s no point, y’know?”

Hearing such casual language coming from a robot head atop a soldier’s stiff body is so weird.  Did you die in Ace Chemicals?  Is this your afterlife?  “You think killing Batman is good for Gotham?  He’s saving this city.”

“No. He’s not.”  The quiet fury that edges his voice forces you back a step.  His fists clench at his sides – you imagine that his knuckles gleam like moonlight under his gloves.  "Batman is a glorified man in a mask who martyrs himself nightly for a crusade that his own misguided morals prevent him from ever completing."

You almost laugh at the bitter words, at the painful memory they dredge up.  “You almost sound like someone I used to know.  He had a pretty big grudge against the Bat too.”

“Who doesn’t?”  He lets out a soft huff, reaching up to adjust his helmet.  His fingers linger on the clasps that connect it to his armor, as if he’s tempted for a moment to take it off.  You can’t stop the surge of excitement that rushes through you.  Will you, and you alone, know the identity of the Arkham Knight?

But he doesn’t remove his helmet.  He simply pulls a grappling hook from his belt, just like the one that Jason used to have.  “Stay here,” he orders with a single glance over his shoulder, the screened helmet rendering his expression unreadable.  “Someone will be along to get you to safety soon.  I have work to do.”

“Thank you for saving me,” you call as he shoots the hook at a construction crane and disappears into the smog of night.

Just like Jason used to.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x y/n #arkham knight #arkhamverse jason todd #arkham knight x reader #arkham knight x y/n #arkham knight x you

[vitzi9]

Masterlist or whatever this is

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BOYCOTT TO HELP PALESTINE. OTHER WAYS TO HELP.

Ethan Landry

⨷Pretty when you cry

Ethan Landry, your friendly classmate, comes find you and talk to you for the first time in a while after standing you up. Is he gonna apologize ? Explain himself ? (Gn reader)

⨷Headcanon: Yandere!Ethan Landry

Just a headcanon on how I pierceive Manipulative Yandere Ethan Landry.

⨷Of course Ghostface wants you !

Your boyfriend wants to reassure you after a argument with your friends. But his jokes are only funny to him, you're not too fond of them. (Gn reader)

⨷Patience is the key to success; Part 2

Every night, a stranger comes below your window. Who is it ? What do they want ? You're worried about your and your friend's safety. Luckily the cute waiter is by your side. (fem reader)

I'll be patient, just for you. Is the prequel of the two parts ! In it, Ethan's way of thinking and obsession.

⨷He's a liar, open your eyes !

Your boyfriend is acting really weird around Ethan. He's usually not the jealous type. What's wrong ? Ethan is a good friend... (fem reader)

⨷But you said it was free !

Prequel/blurb of You ruined everything ! You're alone at the library when the shy classmate whom you never really talked to comes to you. You couldn't have prepared for what he'll do. (GN reader)

⨷Fuck him.

Finally, you invite someone over for a good time. Only, the man in your closet doesn't seem too happy about it. (GN reader)

⨷You ruined everything !

Sequel of But you said it was free ! Ethan Landry is starting to seriously get on your nerves. He keeps lying to your friends and making you the vilain of the story. Your lose progressively more friends. (GN reader)

⨷Toxic Ethan Landry as a bf

Headcanon of Ghostface Toxic Ethan. I don't know what else to say? (gn reader)

⨷Computer

In which your computer keep on lagging but Chad recommends you a friend. (gn reader)

⨷Halloween

Ethan absolutely wanted you to come to this Halloween party but when you arrive, he's nowhere to be found. (gn reader)

⨷Merry Christmas !

You don't really like Christmas but family is family. You hope nothing weird happens in this isolated house while you're alone.

⨷Come out, come out

Ethan calls you despite being the one to ignore you. What does he want ? (male reader)

⨷Unlocked

You lost your phone on the bus, fortunately, someone was kind enough to give it back to you! But is it you or something's different?

Soon to be published.

The Joker

⨷Pretty gifts

In which you seem to have caught the attention of a renowned criminal. How do you know it ? He keeps sending you cards. (Fem reader x Ledger Joker)

About my content (rules, what fandom I'm in)

#vitzi9writings

[frikatilhi]

Jere keeps asking/informing Bojan about his OF ideas, sending different pictures and videos to get opinion if this is still fine or already too much. Meanwhile Bojan is sweating, jumping at every message ping and checking them while hidden in a corner, to the point that it pisses off everyone else in the studio. He can't say not to send them to Jere but can't ignore them either because the phone is burning a hole in his pocket.

Anon, I think you just wrote your own fic, this is perfect.

I got several prompts about Bojan's reaction to the OF, so here's a little something about that.

Bojan can’t believe it has come to this.

It used to be that musicians would make a living selling records and performing live. Nowadays you need to sell tons of merch to even break even, have an online presence and be accessible to your fans and be relatable and funny and flirt with your bandmates to keep them guessing and keep generating fucking content, all the time.

But he wasn’t aware that the hustle included Onlyfans now too, apparently.

Bojan can appreciate Jere trying to make the most of his success and fame. He has clearly done some Scarlett O’Hara type “I shall never go hungry again!” pact with himself, determined to strike while the iron is hot, and make up for his meager earnings by any means possible.

It is none of his business how Jere chooses to make his money. If posting cheeky little skits with Häärijä is going to make people throw their money at him, who is he to judge.

So there really is no problem for Bojan. 

The only problem is that he is lying awake, 1 am Slovenian time on December 1st, knowing full well that the first post of the calendar has been live for two hours.

It’s probably nothing too risque, anyway, he reasons. He has watched those two idiots film their stupid skits enough times to know that they like to joke around, shitposting their way through life. It’s probably just them in santa hats doing… the stuff they always do. Maybe a little suggestive, but nothing actually pornographic. 

But also, knowing those two, knowing what they truly are capable of, he wouldn’t put anything past them.

So of course he is curious. Who wouldn’t be?

He can’t just ask Jere. He just can’t. He’s been trying for days to craft a message that would convey the exact joking, teasing nonchalance that would make Jere share the stuff with him without him asking directly. But everything he comes up with is too transparent. Asking Jere would mean admitting that he wants to know. And Jere can’t know how much he wants to know. 

He also can’t join Onlyfans. He just can’t. Because that would mean… Too many things. Things Bojan is really not ready to prod or poke at.

It would also be totally icky. Watching Jere in… situations without him knowing that Bojan is watching, even though he is clearly okay with anyone and everyone seeing it, feels somehow wrong. If he can’t man up and talk to Jere and tell him how much he wants to see him naked, what right does he have to sneak around and pay money for it?

But also, he really, really wants to see what’s there.

So you can see his dilemma.

He holds off for two days. But then the online reaction to the newest one reaches him, and he sees a mention of the socks. It is the opening he needs. He taps a text.

me Watafak is this I hear about Joker Out socks making an appearance on OF???

Jere Did you like it?

me I haven’t seen it jesus christ

Jere No just us, Käärijä and Häärijä 😝

Jere You not subscribe? 😥

me Wtf you mean, of course not ☠️

Jere Bojan poor 🙁 🙁 

Jere Wait

In a minute, Bojan’s phone dings as a sign of a new email. The pop-up notification shows the beginning of the subject line:. You have been gifted a subscription to–

me You didn’t.

Jere This one on me! 😊

Jere And Boju…

Jere Tell me what you think after you watch 🤭😘😉

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(okay sorry for ending it there, I know you wanted his reaction to the actual videos, but I don’t think I have it in me to write about him looking at those apron strings hanging between his buttocks and him imagining picking them up with his teeth, I am already hanging by a thread here)

#prompt fill #bojere #käärijan #fanfic #not!fic

[e-nonsense]

𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

⇢ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ {ᴛɪᴛᴀɴꜱ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ}

⇢ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ » ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ, ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ, ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀ, ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴀʟ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ꜱᴜʀɢᴇʀʏ, ɢᴜɴ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

⇢ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ; ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴋɪʟʟꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ [ʙᴄ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄꜱ]. ʀ ɪꜱ ᴅɪᴄᴋ'ꜱ ꜱɪᴅᴇᴋɪᴄᴋ, ɴɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢᴀʟᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2?

Lights flashing, everything was blurred. You heard loud buzzing sounds in your ears, any voices felt too far away to hear. You felt yourself slipping away, as the blood dripped out of the wounds the paramedics couldn’t get to.

This was his fault, Jason blamed himself. He swore that he’d change this city for you, the second he came back from the dead, the very second he escaped death’s grasp, he knew nothing, remembered nothing, nothing was on his mind…. except you. 

You were his dying thought.

He only continued down this path for you, to protect, but the things he did. Oh.. he knew you’d never look at him the same, or love him in return. But that didn’t matter, if he had to burn Gotham to the ground to protect you. He would, he’d do the same to the world. But only for you, oh it’s all for you. But for now Gotham would burn for you..

That’s probably why he was furious when he found out that you had come back with Dick, for his funeral. He didn’t care if you weren’t there, I mean how could he, the boy was dead. 

Killed by his own mistake, life taken by the very thing that haunted most of Gotham, the one being that Batman kept coming back, time and time again… the very thing that the Nightwing murdered in cold blood for taking his little brother from him, the fucking Joker, it wasn’t human, it never was, and now it never will be, because it’s dead, well it was, but the fucking Batman doesn’t tolerate murder.

But that isn’t the point here, no… of course not. The point is that the minute Jason finishes checking up on you, he’s going to kill that fucking clown, for ever thinking that it was a good idea to look your way, he was going to drown it in it’s own blood.

He was so caught up in his thoughts, that he had walked into your room at the hospital, flowers in one hand and a cute little stuffed bear in the other. He had walked in on the titans surrounding your bed, the little bit of chatter that had previously filled the room was suddenly gone and all heads had turned from your nearly lifeless body to him.

His boots squeaked slightly as he stopped and came to a halt, he looked around. Setting his guard back up, ready for anything.

“What the hell is he doing here?!” Conner, he’s angry, oh so very angry. You and Gar were the ones to stick up for him, and took upon yourselves to teach him the things he didn’t know.

“Yeah, it’s his fault she’s, like this” Kori, was angrier. You helped her when you two first met, taught her how to control her emotions.

“Guys, he’s here for her. Not us, it’s not his fault” He’s right it’s not Jason’s fault. Gar is the only one who still has any faith in Jason, he believes that he is still good, it’s just all buried underneath rage. You and Gar got along the most, always cracking jokes.

He looked at Dick, waiting for his outburst of rage. Instead the man wasn’t even paying attention to anyone else. His eyes were trained on you. Jason was sure he wasn’t even blinking, scared that if he looked away for a second something terrible would happen.

“I’m just gonna leave” he wasn’t sure if anyone had heard him, the fucking Red Hood most of Gotham feared this man, and he was on the verge of tears because he nearly lost the love of his life.

Jason turned around ready to walk away and never come back -that’s a lie, he’d always come back to you, even if he tried not to- until the faintest of voices pulled him back in.

“Jay?” he swore that he had never moved that fast in his life, turning around to see you. You were still asleep, and yet here you were calling to him in your sleep. 

And that’s all it took a simple and soft usher of your voice calling to him, for him to stop caring about anything, their opinions, his safety, he let it all go for you.

He stopped the second he made about two steps towards you. Conner wasn’t going to risk your safety, Gar tried pulling him back. Jason looked over at Dick again, who’s attention was flickering from him to the injured woman in the bed. 

It was killing Jason, he expected Dick to say something to him, to yell, to fight him. But no, his big brother was more focused on his injured sidekick, you had helped Dick out of a rough spot, you met him at the circus. 

You were the lead acrobat, you were so flawless, you moved so effortlessly across the sky, but you were so young, not as young as he was but still so very young. You lost your place at the circus because you didn’t want to fall to your death, because you made a ‘stupid’ decision to care more for the people’s entertainment than your safety. And you became his sidekick, back when he was Robin you became Nightingale, you’re the inspiration for his name.

You are his sidekick, his Nightingale. 

It’s his job to protect you, but how could he have known that you were furious when Bruce brought the Joker back? How could he have known, when you’re so good at hiding your feelings. How could he have known that you were that angry you went to finish him off a second time, that you had gone to finish what he started?

But all that didn’t matter now, you need Dick Grayson, not Nightwing right now. And he was going to stay as long as you needed him, but you needed Jason as well, and Dick was willing to accept that.

“Take a walk team” Dick glanced around the room, motioning towards Jason and patting the chair next to him “sit”

The team walked out hesitantly, but Gar assured them nothing bad would happen. Jason moved forward to place the flowers and the stuffed bear on the table next to you, taking a seat in the chair next to his brother. Silence filled the room, but not for long.

“You know, she cried for you”

“What-”

“She cried, for you. Even when she fell asleep, she called for you, this isn’t the first time. The second we got to the cave, she wouldn’t fall asleep”

Jason wasn’t sure what to say, he was angry that he couldn’t save you. “I didn’t know”

“I know, we couldn’t get her to calm down”

“I’m sorry-”

“Why’d you do all this?”

Not for the first time today Jason was left speechless, he made eye contact with the man beside him and glanced back at you.

“You did this for… her?”

Jason took your hand in his “I do everything for her”

© ᴜɴᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ-ᴊᴀʏᴛᴏᴅᴅ-ᴡɪꜰᴇ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood x reader #jason todd angst #female!reader #jason todd imagine #unfinished #enzo writes [📝]

[plushiehamuko]

You are literally so real hello that. phenomenon annoys me a lot.. i like thinking of ryuji and ann Trying to become somewhat friends with goro, but its cool just thinking what they could talk about on their own . (Like just ann and goro, without mentioning joker, or just ryuji and goro) And of course, ann is perfectly awesome on her own, not only with another character(s)

Also gonna be real im not a super sumihead (lol) but i do like her and she has a lot going on..like. guys theres a lot to unpack here where all the sumiheads at. Ok they're probably there HSHSHD but its true you see her more in the bg of stuff u_u

YESSSSSSSSS YOU GET IT

i honestly don't inherently hate ann and goro friendship. i truly don't. i used to think it was a cute concept actually, if anyone were to have patience and kindness with him after Everything i think it'd be her. but now i see it and i immediately get defensive bc the way they are portrayed is just... bad. i especially really hate how people seem to have turned them into the stereotypical "gay man and his girl best friend" dynamic in all of the content for them bc they simply... aren't like that. it's not their personalities. and i think if people wanna do sh//uake while making ann friends with akechi they need to be not misogynistic about it. make her an important character instead of just having her pop up when akechi wants to go to the mall and go #GirlShopping and talk about love advice. like people in general need to do a way better job of checking themselves with the whole "yaoi and their girl best friend" thing bc so often it's just misogyny and acting like women are nothing but side characters

AND THE SUMI THING... jesus christ idk if you saw that one clip from persona 5 tactica promo material where it's sumi, joker, and akechi and the camera is on sumi for like 0.2 seconds before it switches to joker and akechi for several seconds and she is just like. no joke in the background. and i was SO MAD when i saw that. and i thought the general reaction would be outrage. bc she is just as much a part of the game as akechi is, so whyyyyy would they do that, give my girl some goddamn screentime. but no. the sh//uakers made so much art of this exact moment. sticking her in the background. it was a whole trend. and it's like. that's so fucking annoying!!!!!! she's not a background character of sh//uake. her ties to them account for like. maybe 1 hour total of the 150 hour game that is p5r, and many of the other hours of the game have moments that distinguish her and make her an interesting character in her own right. but i legit don't see content of her that's not primarily sh//uake content anymore, and when she is in ship content of them, she is often metaphorically or even literally shoved in the background

and it's like. that's misogyny. this is misogynistic. you do realize that right.

there is a right way to both ship men and include women in your content, but the p5 fandom certainly hasn't figured it out. please. i am begging you guys to do better

#squishy talks too much #i am so sorry for how long this post is i am always waiting for an excuse to be mad about this #ann is one of my favorite characters so i get heated #and sumi is also kinda one of my faves #but like. i've kinda given up on her #like i see what goes on in her tags and what she has for canon content and i'm like. #oh girl i'm so sorry. i'm so so sorry but i can't fix that mess or work with it #people talk to squishy!!

[riddle-me-ri]

Ok, here's another one. Zero Year, Arkham, BTAS Riddler

He is having a conversation with Reader, who he isn't on friendly terms with, and third Rogue. Rogue wanting to point something out says.

"It doesn't work! It's like asking Y/N if she would sleep with you"

"Eh." Y/N said.

"Excuse me?"

"Just because I hate his guts doesn't mean he doesn't have a pretty face."

A/N: hahaha this is brilliant! I hope you don't mind I took some liberties in the wording of the conversations but I hopw the idea still reads rip. This was such a fun exercise to write other Rogues! Thanks for requesting! Also N/N is nickname since Harley loves to give people nicknames ❤🖤 Also this is untitled cause I wasn't sure what to title these scenarios lol

Trigger Warnings: Suggestive themes and strong language

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

“You really don’t perceive me as a threat? The man that brought Gotham City to its knees?” Ed argued.

“Well, Gotham doesn’t really have the best legs to stand on…” Joker quips back. 

You roll your eyes, it’s never-ending feud between these two.

You just had to be stuck in an Arkham padded cell. Between the both of them. You weren’t even insane, they were just overpopulated at Blackgate, but if they didn’t get you out you were going to become insane eventually.

“Y/N, tell that absolute clown-”

“Hey don’t forget handsome!” 

Edward growls in frustration. “Tell him how I’m Batman’s superior foe. How I threw Batman into hiding! How I ran this city for months!”

Joker laughs. “You’ve gotta better chance convincing her to fuck you Eddie boy.” 

“Eh..well..”

“Huh?” Both men rushed towards the wall that separated them from you.

“Please tell me you’re joking…” You hear Joker mutter. 

“I mean…Don’t get me wrong he’s a smug pompous asshole…

Unknowingly, Edward and Joker both shrug and nod. The one thing they could agree on. Well that and Batman. 

“...but he is a cute pompous asshole. Not to mention his face is totally sit-able.”

For one rare moment the Joker was actually speechless for a minute. He laments, “please tell me your joking…”

“I’m afraid she’s dead serious, my friend. As she should be. Once I no doubt escape before the clown…I’d like to take you up on that offer…”

Arkhamverse Riddler: 

“Edward, it’s not going to work.”

“Oh please, what do you know, Crane? Only someone of my parallel intellectual prowess can see the immaculate results it will produce."

Crane blinks and rubs his temples. "Edward, how is building a race course full of obstacles going to prove you're more intelligent than Batman?"

"It calls for quick thinking! He can't possibly predict every twist and turn. The moment he thinks he's solved a puzzle, another one comes right up before a moment's notice! Only a cunning genius of my caliber can pull this off." 

"I'm afraid it'll be like you trying to court Y/N to bed. It's just not going to work.."

"Ah..well…" you interject.

The two men look away from Ed's blueprints on the table to steal a glance at you. You were steadily scrolling through your phone, not lifting your head once.

"W-What was that?" Johnathan inquiries not sure if he heard right. 

You look up to the master of fear and shrug your shoulders. "I mean yeah he's a greasy egomaniac, but he is handsome in a dirty rugged kinda way." 

Johnathan blinks as if still trying to compute this new development. He looks over to Edward who has gone uncharacteristically quiet. 

Edward's face was a deep shade of red and his eyes were as wide as saucers. Riddler.exe has stopped working, good luck trying to reboot. 

BTAS Riddler: 

"Harley, hitting the toy with a mallet won't help you solve it…"

"Sure it can! It fixed all my other problems!" Harley wounds back with her signature mallet. Before she can strike the puzzle toy, Edward snatches it out of the mallet's path.

"Harley..that's cheating…"

"C'mon, Eddie! I've already tried everything! It's like Y/N sleeping with you! It's impossible!"

"Well not…impossible…" You mutter.

"Did I hear that right, N/N? You'd sleep with Ed?!"

"I mean yeah he's an obnoxious know-it-all, but he's so adorable!"  

Harley fake hurls at your admission. 

Meanwhile Ed is walking away, lowering his hat to try and hide his reddening face from the both of you.

#zero year riddler x reader #capullo riddler x reader #arkhamverse riddler x reader #btas riddler x reader #batman the animated series riddler x reader #ri writes

[poke-maniac]

I think most of you know about the parallels Lex Luthor and Joker have with their respective nemeses but it's also interesting to think about all the parallels these two bastards have with each other.

The two of them actually share a fair number of similaities.

The first most obvious is of course their status as arch nemeses to DC most famous superheroes (who themselves are foils to other in many ways despite their similarities and despite being best friends).

Both of them also have an ulhealthy obsession over their nemeses and many of their schemes involve fucking their enemies up one way or another.

Both of them also respect their enemies deep down (more apparent in Joker's case).

Both of them lack any superpowers and compensate with gadgets, schemes or lackeys.

Both of them are largely non action villains.

Both of them have hot female sidekickss who kick butt.

But that's where similarities end as they're opposite in nearly everything else.

Lex Luthor has no supervillain identity, contrary to the Joker who has no civilian identity.

Lex Luthor is the most respected businessman of Metropolis and the second respected person behind Superman, while Joker is the most infamous criminal of Gotham.

Lex Luthor operates within society (by running a multi-billion company, running presidential campaign, etc..) and Joker operates outside of it.

Lex Luthor is a billionaire, Joker is a middle class man.

Lex Luthor have a canon (albeit inconsitent) backstory that helps to understand what shaped him to be the man he curently is, Joker has none and it's not relevant to who he currently is.

Lex Luthor believes himself to be a good guy, while Joker fully embraces his own evil (proving himself to be more lucid than Lex Luthor)

Lex Luthor is serious, goal-oriented, strategic, no-nonsense and rarely jokes around. Joker on the other hand rarely takes anything seriously, is completely unpredictable and has no specific end goal outside of pure chaos.

Lex Luthor wants to maintain his own version of order, Joker relishes in chaos.

Lex Luthor wants to make the world a better place in his own twisted way, Joker wants to make it worse.

Lex Luthor has demonstrated time after time that he has potential for goodness and a heart deep down, and Joker...well no need to elaborate here.

Lex Luthor greatly cares for his reputation, Joker couldn't give less fuck about his.

All in all, these two are perfect foils to each other, in addition to being perfect foils to their arch nemeses. It's unlikely that the writers purposely wrote them as foils to each other, which makes it even better.

#dc #lex luthor #joker #batman #superman #character analysis #like batman is to joker lex is the order to joker's chaos #albeit an evil version of it #the fact that they're both foils to each other despite being both villains is pretty fascinating #shows how different evil can be

[moreofthatdrowse]

JO Survey: What's the best thing about the band?

There were too many good answers in the questions with open answers in my Joker Out Survey, so below the cut are the answers to Question no. 13: What's the best thing about the band?

Bojan

✨everything✨ but mainly how comfortable they are around each other and in their sexuality/masculinity, and also their unique personalities, their humor, the music...

Can I say Kris? Ok honestly I love their music, their fashion style (especially how they incorporate femininity into their looks while still being masculine), but I think I love their friendship the most. It's so nice to see them being physically affectionate in such a casual and carefree way, it makes me so happy. And Kris singing, yes yes (I don't really care if he sings in Dutch or not, as long as he sings, but Dutch would be nice as I have been learning the language since before Eurovision). But I will be starting to learn Slovenian hopefully soon.

Their interactions within themselves and with the fans

they seem like genuinely good people and the fame hasnt gotten into their head. they are very mature for balkan guys their age (at leat the 3 of them that are young) while also being fun and not apologising for the fun just i am amazed by them ok?

SO MUCH I mean like of course their music but I think more than anything it's their clear bond and how comfortable with each other they are. and also it's so endearing to see how they interact and joke around and clearly are the closest friends irl and just. oh my gosh. it fills my heart <3

Just the melodies, plain and simple. They somehow remind me of the music scene in my country in the early 2000s. Feels familiar and fresh at the same time.

How happy they are together (whether performing or not)

Their closeness or comfort with each other (their chemistry)

Everything

They're all crazy and they're cool with that. Also, whatever they have going on 👀👀👀

So positive, really nice songs and daddylike for such young guys

JAN!!!

I love the music. That’s still the best part

Their interaction with eachother

They are such positive and genuinely good guys without a smidge of toxic masculinity in them. Also they make banger music.

They are all very sincere, so each time it's a joy seeing them interact with fans/crew/each other. I mean, they're also very talented (i really wanna pick Jan's and Jure's brains on some subjects. oh! and talk with Bojan about languages :D), but sincereness is really a breath of fresh air! And I really love how well they mesh together and complement each other. Like Bojan said in one interview, adding new person to the band, you don't know if it's gonna disturb the equilibrium, you're gonna either make it or break it. But then with Nace they fucking soared, so. Um. Yeah:)

they have lovely personalities

Their presence on stage is otherworldly

Lovely people

Music, how nice and honest they seem, and the vibes they're sending

They're not scared of being affectionate with each others, it's very nice to see a group of adult men do that, because it's very rare to see. My heart melts with love every time I see photos/videos of any band members (or past band members, I'm including Martin here) hugging or kissing or overall being tactile with eachother.

Their awesome music!

It's so clear that they're all there because they want to be, that they care about the music and care about each other

Love how affectionate they r with each other. I need to start a band just to goof around like they do

they are so sweet and they seem like just a bunch of idiot friends making music together <3

Everything

The hijinks and their interactions w/ each other

The fact that they are painfully relatable and 'normal', and yet so humbly superior in everything they do and have achieved so far. The boys are on another level of talent and intellect.

How kind and supportive they are of each other <3

They're icons and they're good ones

Jure

THE TALENT oh my god the timing on the guitars and the basslines are mental like i'm a bassist and tried a few songs by ear and i just COULDNT. nace what do they feed bassists over in slovenia please

THEY'RE fun and friendly lol - I love how much they care for each other

Other than their music, their stylist is fantastic and I’m a big fan

they're just awesome, as people and musicians, love their friendships

They are fun and seem like nice dudes

Their friendship

I guess we can say we love them for their music and for showing the opposite of toxic masculinity <3

QUESTIONS 1-11 I QUESTION 12 I QUESTION 13 I QUESTION 14

#joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #jure maček #nace jordan #jan peteh #martin jurkovič #matic kovačič

[noforkingclue]

Hey! I’m not sure if you write for Ledger!Joker, but I was wondering if maybe you could do a “loyalty scene” type thing like Leto!Joker did with Harley? But instead of acid, it could be like branding his initials into the readers skin or something? And then maybe some fluff like comfort and reassurance that even though it hurts, he gives reader little kisses and then wraps up the wound and tells her it’s going to be ok! And that he’ll take care of her even with his psycho ways.

(Quote from the dark and dirty prompt list) “It hurts.” “I know.”

Just something along those lines! I hope that’s ok!! Ledger!Joker is my number one favorite DC super villain and I haven’t see many stories of him:)

Note: requests are currently closed

So I didn't make this fic really soft because this is the Joker. So this is still a very fucked up and unhealthy relationship.

Title: Marks

Warnings: the Joker, unhealthy relationship, branding, mentions of suicidal thoughts, Stockholm Syndrome

DC tag list: @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

All you could think about was the pain.

The searing pain in your arm that coursed through your veins and turned your blood to fire. Your mouth was open in a scream but you couldn’t hear anything. All your focus was taken up by the metal searing itself into your flesh.

You were vaguely aware of a surprisingly cool hand brushing itself against your sweat covered forehead. You opened your eyes a crack but all you could see was a white blur. You rested your head against something warm as you felt yourself once again slip into the darkness.

However, a light tap on your cheek dragged you back into the waking world. You were once again forced into opening your eyes only this time your vision cleared. You were lying on a sofa, your arm dangling limply off the side of you. You let out a groan and when you tried to sit up you couldn’t. It was like your body had been filled with lead.

A strong hand placed itself on your shoulder and pushed you back down against it. You looked up into the face of the Joker. A face that terrorised so many people and yet, and yet to you had shown you nothing but a twisted kindness. You didn’t know why the Joker had chosen to save you all that time ago. In the beginning you thought it was just some sick joke he was playing but now you had hoped it had developed into something more.

Hands that had caused so more pain and misery gently raised your arm as he started to clean the brand. Mutters of how he wouldn’t allow this to get infected, not after he put so much work into you.

Work into you.

See, he did care! In his own way, the Joker was capable of caring for others.

You were too weak to do anything but let him clean and dress the branding. A permanent reminder of who you belonged to. Of who you promised to remain by his side even if it killed you or you ended up in Arkham. That was a risk you were willing to take. After all, the Joker had risked so much by making sure you survived, even through the times you wished you hadn’t. Surely that should inspire some loyalty?

A sudden grip on the branding had you crying out in pain and shock. The Joker leant down and grazed his lips against the side of your cheek. A mockingly intimate gesture. He only really did that when he wanted you to do something for him. You forced yourself to look up at him, unshed tears swimming in your eyes. As one slipped down your cheek the Joker raised a hand and brushed it away.

“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he said, “So you’ll never forget.”

#fanfiction #dc #reader insert #request #the joker #the joker x reader