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The Joker x Reader - “Ghost Driver” Part 2

When The Joker says you’re his, it means you’re essential to him because he needs your services for his own gain; it literally has zero affectionate connotations. Turbo is The King’s Ghost Driver and although she’s a legend, her life is far from perfect.

Part 1

Four Days Afterwards, 7:47pm

“Good evening, madam. I am tonight’s entertainment,” Frost blurs out as soon as you open the door and instantly regrets his pun. “Sorry, that was stupid to say,” he apologizes.

The reason why you look puzzled is not his joke, but another motive: you never saw Jonny wearing anything else besides a suit or military gear; the fact that he’s standing in front of you wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt is quite intriguing.

“Hi,” you move aside so he can come in.

“Did I wake you up?”

“I fell asleep watching a movie,” Y/N smiles at his comfortable attire. “No big deal. Did Mister Joker send you?” the subtle question indicates you want to find out the reason for his visit.

“No... I was just thinking… maybe we could… and it’s entirely up to you, no pressure… maybe you would want to go and watch the fireworks with me. I have food and sleeping bags, plus an ice chest with drinks in my truck.”

You seem confused.

“Mmmm, you know what? Forget about it. That was completely idiotic to suggest,” Frost realizes that asking a freshly divorced woman to get out of the house after she was kidnapped and starved into her ex’s basement only four days ago it’s not the most brilliant idea he ever had.

“You had me at food and fireworks,” you wink at his insecurity. “The drinks sealed the deal. I’m confused on one detail: do I have to change or can I come in my PJ’s?”

“PJ’s are perfect.”

“Awesome!” you grab the keys from the coffee table. “Where exactly are we heading?”

“Fire Creek Hill, it’s one of the best spots to enjoy the view,” Jonny replies.

“Isn’t that closed to the general public?” Y/N inquires and his logic makes you laugh while exchanging your socks for flip-flops.

“I doubt we’re considered the general public. I had to pull some strings though,” he admits, overjoyed you actually agreed to accompany him.

Not that he shows it in any other way besides the invitation he barely mustered the courage to extend towards The Joker’s Ghost Driver.

*************

9:03pm

“Oh, it’s starting!” you excitedly nibble on your Alfredo pasta.

The first fireworks bloom in the distance and Frost opens the cooler, pointing out the goodies he salvaged from the liquor store.

“Pick your poison: we have a bottle of premixed margarita, wine, whiskey, tequila and…,” he fumbles around,”…try to contain yourself: water!”

“You definitely bought some of my favorites , including the food. How did you guess?” the bubbly Y/N smiles.

“I pay attention,” Jonny mentions. “So what’s gonna be?”

“Margarita please,” you hold the plastic cup and can’t help snickering as he pours the liquid.

“What?” he suspiciously bites on his cheek.

“Nothing really… I was imagining you without the beard,” you decide not to keep it a secret.

“Damn!” Frost snorts. “I had it for years; didn’t consider shaving because our employer would freak out. Stop giggling, it’s not funny! He totally would!” Jonny elbows you.

“I bet you have a baby face underneath all that facial hair; if you shave I can promise a new nickname will arise: Baby- Face Frost.”

“Shut up!” he chuckles at your quirky proposal. “Yet I can’t deny it has a certain ring to it.”

“See what I mean? It might work!... Oh my God, that’s a huge one!” you gasp, distracted by the sparkling night sky. “What are they celebrating? 150 years since this piece of crap town was founded?”

“Apparently,” Jonny sighs and watches Y/N bundle up in the sleeping bag.

“Thank you for the feast,” your tone changes to a serious one. “I didn’t have this much fun in the back of a truck in a long time. Go ahead, laugh!” you pout at his reaction. “I’m aware how it sounds like; I didn’t mean it that way!!!”

“Still funny as hell!” Jonny is getting a kick out of the conversation.

“Psst! Hey, Casanova!” The Joker’s mop of green hair pop up from behind the car’s high railing.

“Mister Joker!” you get startled by his unexpected presence.

“Boss, what are you doing here?” Frost utters in disbelief.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone, huh?” J ignores his henchman’s inquiry.

“It’s in the glove compartment, sir. I’m enjoying the…”

“Pardon me for interrupting your date,” The King of Gotham huffs.

“We’re not on a date,” the attempted explanation gets cut short.

“Sell it to whoever wants to buy it,” The Joker growls at Jonny’s words. “I had to follow the signal from your cell and trace your location; what a marvelous bonus to find my Turbo also!”

The eerie grin makes you finally speak up:

“Do you need help with anything Mister J?”

“Do I?” he plays dumb. “Probably.”

Why does he have to ruin the night? Frost reflects, annoyed.

Nobody knows, but if he could spend ages in your company, he believes it would be an eternity well spent.

And The Joker had to ruin it.

Goddammit!

“Can you patch me up?” J takes of his jacket, revealing a blood stained shirt.

“What happened?” you and Jonny jump off the vehicle.

“I got myself in a little bit of a situation,” he grumbles. “It’s a clean wound; the bullet came out on the other side.”

“We should take you to the doctor, boos; you need stitches!”

“Thanks for your concern, Doctor Frost,” The Joker sassily remarks. “I’ll go in the morning. I have more important matters to take care of tonight.”

You peel off his garment and assess the damage; he can’t hold it in:

“I bet you wanted to do this after I texted you my nudes, huh?”

You have to admit he caught you by surprise with his statement and the best solution in this situation is to cooperate:

“Been dreaming about it quite often.”

“Ha! I knew it!” The Clown cracks up. “Were you dreaming about it during your date?” he teases more.

“We’re not on a date,” you frown at the blood gushing from his wound.

“Interesting,” J expands on the subject. “At least you two have one thing in common: you’re both delusional.”

Frost rolls his eyes without J noticing and you signal him:

“Can I please get the whiskey? I need to disinfect this.”

“You have whiskey on your date?! Excuse me, non-date,” his majesty’s obnoxious temper emerges again.

You don’t engage for the moment, just open the bottle that Jonny gave you and splash a generous amount on the laceration.

“Jesus Christ!!!” The King shouts. “Be gentle woman, I’m fragile!!!”

“Sorry Mister J,” you mutter and Frost is certainly approving your tiny revenge scheme. “Can you please turn on the lights on your car? It’s getting dark and I can’t see what I’m doing,” you address The Joker’s sidekick. “Do you have a first aid kit in your vehicle Mister J?” you gesture towards his SUV parked a few feet away.

“I should,” a demented smirk flourished on his lips. “In the trunk!”

“Take a seat in the grass Mister J; I’ll go get it,” you urge the patient.

“Boss, are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the doctor?” Frost offers and instead of obliging your request, J pursues your steps because he doesn’t want to miss Turbo’s reaction.

“It’s fine, I’ll survive until morning time.”

You lift the trunk and gasp, stunned: your stellar ex-husband is tied up in there, duct tape over his mouth, clearly enjoying the repercussions of a confrontation due to bruises you can discern at a first glance.

“Oops, forgot about him,” The Clown yawns, bored.

Adam starts wiggling and mumbling whilst you can’t react.

“The fucker shot me!” your employer hisses. “Had the nerve to try killing me when he’s the one sleeping with MY girlfriend!”

“What’s the plan, sir?” Jonny intervenes, worried at your stunned attitude.

“The plan is simple: since Y/N is intimately acquainted with our guest, I’m willing to work out a deal. I don’t wanna to be accused of not listening to my associates.”

Adam keeps struggling and you finally reach and remove the duct tape.

“Honey, honey please!” he immediately rambles on, panicked. “You know I was joking about your weight, right? You don’t have to lose a few pounds! I admit locking you up in the basement was a huge mistake, ok? OK…? I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never cheat on you in the future. We can work things out, can’t we?” a glimmer of hope alleviates the somber perspective of his imminent demise once you begin searching his pockets.

He has the false impression you’ll untie him when in the matter of fact you are hunting down for his house keys so you can reclaim all the items you bribed him with when he signed the divorce papers.

Bingo! Treasure attained.

“So do you know him or not?” The Joker taps his fingers on the cold metal of his gun.

You take a deep breath, place the duct tape on Adam’s lips and sneer:

“I never saw this asshole in my life!”

“The lady has spoken!” J slams the trunk, unnerved. “Frost, you can go home; Y/N will take me to the warehouse on 8th street: she can borrow a car from there and split. I’ll send someone in the morning to bring it back.”

“Boss, we can leave your SUV here and I can drive you both…”

“DID I STUTTER?” The Clown growls, unhappy with Jonny’s shenanigans.

“No sir.”

“Mister J,” you distract his menacing temper. “Do you want me to bandage your injury now?”

“Nah, you can do it at the warehouse.”

More fireworks illuminate the skies and none in the small group is watching them anymore: the show is over for everyone involved.

You wave at Frost and hop in The Joker’s car as he positions himself in the passenger’s seat; you can tell something is off, besides the obvious of course.

If you’d have to speculate, you would say that his behavior is of a man who wasn’t hurt just physically, but on a different level he doesn’t understand yet: J went after your ex-husband alone when he doesn’t take unnecessary risks; enough proof to indicate he loved Ella and sought revenge for her betrayal without any of his team’s help.

You wonder what he did to the woman: did he kill her? Or worse?... You won’t dig to find out regardless.

The truth is you are The Joker’s Turbo and the statement works in reverse too: he is your Joker who undeniably needs cheering.

And you always deliver. That’s why you’re his.

That’s why you appreciate he made an effort to compromise on Adam’s predicament even if he didn’t mean it.

You steadily drive on the trail until you arrive to the main road, then suddenly accelerate with a specific purpose in mind. You take a sharp turn on Morrison Avenue, already at 100 miles per hour.

“What are you doing?” J bitterly enunciates.

“Why am I your Ghost Driver Mister Joker?” you reply with a question.

“Nobody can catch up with you.”

“Yup, the car to catch up with me hasn’t been assembled. Here they are, Gotham’s finest!” Y/N boasts at the lights glistening behind. “They always have a nightly patrol on Morrison Avenue ready to catch law un-abiding citizens,” you exclaim and J’s smirk widens at your proposition. “What do you say we make them work for their donuts, hm?”

“That’s my girl!” The King gives his blessing while Turbo speeds up the street in a frenzy.

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11:58 pm

You barely returned to you apartment after the random factors which cut your rendezvous short when the cell chimes: a message from Frost.

“Did you make it home safe?”

“Yes,” you text.

“I’ve been busy. Wait, I’ll send you a picture.”

Downloading picture…

“Holy… shit!!!!!” you yell at your phone because the image depicts a portrait of a freshly shaved Jonny Frost.

“Do you like it?” the sentence appears on the screen concomitant with a knock at the main entrance.

“Who is it?” you drag your feet on the carpet.

“Me.”

As soon as you are standing in front of him, Frost hides his nervousness the best way he can; and he’s not a nervous individual per se.

“I thought you might want to take a closer look…,” he enters the hallway and you slowly lock the door behind him.

You don’t say anything, just touch his face and he pecks your wrist, confessing a secret he kept bottled up for years:

“Do you know I’ve been in love with you from the first second I saw you?”

Y/N doesn’t have to calculate in order to whisper:

“That’s a long time.”

“What’s the verdict?...“ Jonny insists. “You approve the change?”

“Yes,” you kiss him and he holds you tighter, thinking that if he could spend ages in your arms, it would be an eternity well spent.

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diyunho · 6 years

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The Joker x Reader - “Mommy” Part 5

It was a well known fact The Joker’s girlfriend left him with four young children and disappeared. It was also known that his ex stepped up and took care of them even if she didn’t have to. The King of Gotham might have lost his woman, but he never lost his Queen.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The Joker insisted you accompany him to the meeting he has today with one of his main smugglers. You were hesitant leaving the children at home, especially the one month old Emma. Plenty of trustworthy people to watch the little ones, but you prefer to take care of them.

It’s been a while since you last acted as head of security; being pregnant stopped you from such task. The truth is you kind of missed it, yet you love your role as a mother also. Thankfully, Frost is the other reliable person to keep a very close eye on The King of Gotham and make sure it all goes smooth when you’re absent.

The negotiations started 5 minutes ago and you circle the warehouse, signaling the other henchmen to patrol outside. As you walk towards the far north end of the storehouse, you pass by a pile of ammo crates and the faint cry coming from behind them gets your attention.

“What are you doing here, hm?” you mutter to yourself when you see a baby in a cardboard box, maybe two months old, apparently a little boy since the intense blue onesie stands out. “Hey buddy, where’s your blanket?” you lift him in your arms, not seeing anything else around except the cold space he was confined in. Chilly in the warehouse and the baby’s hands are so cold to the touch. He whimpers, not having the strength to cry louder.

You take off your jacket and wrap him up in it, upset at the situation. The mom in you immediately takes over and you blow air on the tiny fingers, warming up the helpless infant and cuddling him to your chest.

“Ssssttt, don’t cry,” you slowly rock him. “It’s better now, see?…Hey Sully!” you raise your voice, walking back towards the gathering. “Who’s baby is this?!”

The smuggler stops talking to The Joker and Frost, worried about that displeased expression written all over your face.

“Oh, we took him from some very wealthy folks. They didn’t pay the ransom yet so I am not sure what to do with him,” Sully lifts his shoulders up, explaining the situation to a more and more annoyed Y/N.

“Did anybody feed him?! Or changed him?! Why isn’t he wrapped in a blanket?! It’s very cold in here for a baby!!”

“Ummm…” J’s business partner feels cornered since you’re becoming more and more aggressive. “One of my girls fed and changed him this morning.”

“This morning?!” you shriek. “It’s 2 o’clock Sully!!!”

Frost glances at The Joker, seeking for some kind of clue on what he wants done; your boyfriend is silent, watching the scene and not reacting for the moment.

“Well, what can I say? The parents didn’t pay the ransom, probably they don’t want him back that badly,” he chuckles, believing the other two guys will consider this as funny as he does. “If they don’t pay by tomorrow, I will probably drown him and mail the packaged body to them, this way those rich bastards learn their lesson, right?” and he laughs, the smirk dying on his lips as you frown, irritated:

“You’re an asshole, Sully!!”

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he lifts his hands up in surrender. “Sorry it was a bad joke,” he turns towards The Joker: The Clown Prince of Crime is still quiet, staring at you. “No need to bother with this insignificant problem; I’ll take care of it,” he reaches his arms for the little boy.

“Try to take him from me and I’ll break your fucking neck !” you threaten with such determination the smuggler stops his movement, nor understanding why you’re so mad.

Knowing your reputation, it’s wise not to stir the waters even more.

The Joker didn’t see you in action for some time and would like to witness your skills at work again, but he wants his money also. He gestures it’s OK to for you to leave and watches as you stomp towards one of the exits, shouting orders at the other henchmen as soon as you’re outside.

After about 30 minutes, the short meeting concludes and Frost stays behind, organizing money in two suitcases to take with him.

“What’s up with Y/N?” Sully asks Jonny, perplexed on your behavior. “She got mad for nothing.”

“You know she raised Mister J’s children, right?” Frost grumbles, not excited he has to explain your actions: it is obvious to him why you did it. Apparently, not everyone is on the same page…

“Yeah, everybody knows that,” the smuggler replies, insensitive to the issue.

“And you know Y/N and Mister J had a baby together recently, yes?” Frost lifts his eyebrows, almost done with his chore.

“Yes, everybody knows…Oh, wait…” Sully frowns, “…you mean it’s the mom thing?!”

Jonny gives him such a glare words are not necessary.

“I get it, you know? But this is business and that’s my merchandise. I need my merchandise back; the kid is worth a lot.” Frost closes the suitcases, ready to bail.

“I wouldn’t push her buttons more if I were you,” he utters before abandoning a confused Sully.

***********

The Joker finds you in his SUV, breastfeeding the infant. He rests his elbow on the opened door, takes a deep breath and inquires:

“Are we adopting honey?” the smugness finds its way out of his mouth.

You sniffle, caressing the tiny fingers:

“Poor thing, he was starving…”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, not necessarily pleased or displeased with the whole incident.

“You do realize your charity case might have diseases or God knows what, hm?…”

“He’s just a baby…” you whisper, watching him fall asleep. Now that he’s been fed and warmed up, the little one is comfortable enough to doze off in the arms of the stranger that saved him. “You know she used to do this… She didn’t show any interested in your babies…she didn’t feed them…or changed them…just gave birth to the children and neglected them afterwards,” you sniffle while lifting your bra up and struggle to button up your shirt with just one hand since the other is holding the kid.

J knows exactly who you’re referring to: Anya.

“That’s why I asked you to take care of them,” he licks his lower lip, biting it afterwards.“Lemme do it,” he offers to help and buttons the remaining ones. “Saint Y/N,” The King of Gotham sighs, closing the door. He’s not even frustrated, which is rare.

The Joker goes around the car and places himself in the driver’s seat, jiggling the keys out of his pocket.

“Can you ask that jerk whose baby this is so he can be delivered to his parents?” you plead, not wanting to give the baby boy back to Sully. “I’ll ask a currier to take him back…Please?…”

A deep growl.

“Please?…For me?” you beg, squeezing the new found treasure to your body.

“Uggh… you’re killing me,” J protests and takes out his cellphone, dialing Sully’s number since he doesn’t want to return to the warehouse.

*************

“I shouldn’t have listen to you,” The Joker sneers, watching the news on his tablet. “His family is loaded! We should have kept the kid and collect the ransom. A few easy millions down the drain!”

He’s been bickering about it, especially since they keep on re-playing the breaking- news: a video of Bruce Wayne and his wife, thanking the person that returned their son safe and sound, the only hair to the enormous fortune for the moment.

You kiss his shoulder, snuggling by him on the sofa under the canopy. Everyone is at your house today, taking advantage of the nice weather and enjoying the outdoors.

“I love you,” you smile to make it better, aware J is extra crabby and you had something to do with it.

“Good for you, Princess. Such an achievement!” he huffs, turning off the tablet, sick of seeing the stupid reason why he’s not a few millions richer.

Emma is sleeping in her baby basket right by you, not bothered by her parents talking. Mia sneaks under the canopy, wanting to play with her sister. You didn’t even notice yet.

“Boo!!!” she gets into Emma’s face and the small body shudders, abruptly woken up from her nap.

“Oh no honey, don’t do that,” you pick up the little one in your arms as she cries and screams up a storm, startled by her older sibling. “She’s too young for this game, OK?”

Mia’s lower lip quivers and before you can say anything else she starts bawling her eyes out, upset her little sister is crying like that.

“It’s ok, don’t cry. You just scared her, she’s fine. Just don’t do it again, alright?”

But tears keep on rolling down her cheeks and The Joker finally decides to do something about it. He lifts Mia up, making her stand on his knees while holding her waist so she won’t fall.

“Why are you crying, hm?”

The three years old keeps on sobbing, her face getting redder by the second.

“That’s my daughter…” he points out towards Emma and you get ready to intervene, afraid he will say something mean to Mia, probably bring up the fact that she’s not his.

It’s not her fault Anya cheated on J and had her with God knows who.

“I don’t like it when my girls are crying, gives me a headache,” he wipes her tears and the toddler has no idea what he’s talking about.

“Daaa’yyy,” Mia whimpers, nuzzling to his neck because all she wants for now is her parent. The Joker sighs, holding her tighter and it seems to be working: she’s calming down.

“Why do I have so many kids?!” he blurs out, most likely a rhetorical question out of exasperation; his girlfriend wants to reply anyway.

“You mean we? And five kids is not a lot,” you bring to his knowledge.

Emma is not crying anymore and you keep on rocking her, tickling the little feet. You take Mia’s hand, pulling her towards you:

“Do you want to give Emma a kiss?”

“N-no,” she pouts, burying her face into J’s shoulder.

“Awww, why not?” you laugh since she’s fussing.

The Joker’s cell phone alerts of a brand new text message and he glances at the screen, scrolling down the page.

“The shipment arrived,” he announces, trying to put Mia down but she clings to him, needy and sulking.

“Already? That was fast,” you softly bounce Emma on your knees, hoping she will close her eyes soon.

“I’m going to go and make sure everything is there,” he gets up, forcefully putting Mia down but she starts whimpering and he lifts her up again. “You’re such a brat! I’ll take you to the car and that’s it, alright?”

“Noooooo,” she whines, prepared to have a tantrum if her dad doesn’t stay with her.

“We’re going back to the Penthouse soon,” you announce when he leans over for a kiss.

“Sounds good, I’ll return once I’m done,” he pecks your lips, almost losing his balance with the little girl hanging from his neck.

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“Zane, com’ere!” you urge the playful child that’s hiding behind his tween, giggling.”Honey, you need to put your pants on !” you try to catch him when he runs behind his other brother Kase, refusing to obey.

You gathered everybody upstairs in the master bedroom at the Penthouse, changing the kids’ clothes after they had chocolate ice-cream: they surely enjoyed it and of course the sweet treat got on their garments.

“Hehehehe!” the boy teases and you give up, tossing his jeans on the bed.

“Fine, just walk around in your underwear, see if I care,” you protest, getting on your knees in order to collect their dirty clothes.

“Anybody home?” you suddenly hear a voice and Sully sees you popping up at the edge of the stairs. “Hey Y/N,” the smuggler greets, trying to be nice after messing up badly the last time he saw you.

“What are you guys doing here?” you look at the familiar faces: about 13 men, people you do business with quite seldom.

“Mister J invited us over for a meeting,” Nyx lies without blinking because he doesn’t want to make you suspicious.

That’s odd, you think.

The Joker never summons anybody here.

“He’s not back yet,” you announce. “Take a sit and I’ll come down shortly,” you gesture towards the lavish furniture, having a dreadful feeling about their unexpected presence at your home. J should have at least texted you they’re coming.

“Will do!” Sully agrees, waving in acceptance.

You step back inside the master bedroom and get your phone, wanting to make sure your boyfriend wants the meeting to be held at the Penthouse. As you sweep the screen, the baby monitor on the desk lights up, capturing the conversation going on in the living room.

You have baby monitors all over the place, something you need when you have five children to keep an eye on.

“The bitch needs to go down first,” someone whispers, “then we take care of the little assholes.”

“This will show who’s in charge; Gotham is not his!” you distinguish Sully’s low voice.

“Shit, I’m not sure if I can kill innocent children,” one of them has doubts and he gets reprimanded.

“Don’t be a pussy!” Nyx scolds. “Nothing connected to him is innocent !”

More indistinctive conversation that you don’t listen to anymore: you are already shoving the children towards the bathroom, grabbing Emma from the crib in the process.

“Get in here!” you help the kids inside the empty Jacuzzi and they think they will play around after you turn on the water. “Stop it!” you admonish and they don’t understand why their mother is so bitter when she’s usually very affectionate.

“What is it mommy?” Kase gets uneasy as you force them to sit down.

“Sssttt, be quiet! Just stay in here and don’t come out, ok? Hold Emma,” you give her to the six years old, determined to protect your babies at all costs.

“Mommy, I’m scared,” Aiden wants to get up but you press him down towards the bottom of the tub, fighting the tears.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll be right outside, alright? Kase, keep your brothers and sisters in here! I don’t want to see any of you outside this bathtub until me or daddy come get you, alright?”

“Mooommyy,” Mia winces but you don’t have time to soothe her.

You close the bathroom door and take the phone out of your pocket, rushing inside the walk-in closet for your gun and bullets.

“Yes?” J answers promptly.

“Sully and about 12 more are here for us,” the shocking sentence makes his heart stop; and The Joker thought he doesn’t have one.

“Do what you have to!” he snarls, hanging up and dials Frost’s number, running towards his car. “Frost, where the fuck are you?!”

“In the basement, sir !” Jonny reports, worried his boss is yelling like that.

“Who let Sully and his men go upstairs?! Nobody gets to the Penthouse without my consent, you all know that ! Why wasn’t I called for approval??!!!!”

“I was in the basement for the last hour, sir. What’s happening?”

“They want to kill them! Go! Go now!”

Frost drops his cell, screaming for the other henchmen around to follow him. He races towards the elevator, cussing and wanting to find out who is responsible for endangering The King of Gotham’s family.

Little he knows it won’t be that easy to reach you.

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You quietly crack the bedroom’s door open, crawling towards the railing with your gun in one hand and a short range grenade in the other. You cautiously peek downstairs and see the guys scattered around the living room. The elevator’s door is pried opened with a suitcase and the staircase entrance is blocked by one of the dressers they moved in front of it.

The jerks came prepared.

You take a deep breath and get on your feet, Max being the first to notice you.

“Y/N, are you coming?”

The others turn their heads towards you, waiting for a reply.

“My children…” you raise your voce, “…are not assholes!!” and you pull the pin from the grenade, tossing it and rushing back inside the bedroom.

Turmoil downstairs and screams, then the powerful blast shakes the Penthouse; you know you can’t use more than one explosive, it’s too dangerous. After you lock the door, you walk backwards towards the bathroom, talking to the children since you can hear them fret, scared of the noise: “It’s ok, mommy’s here! Don’t be afraid, I’m here! Stay in there!”

You wish you could go comfort them but you can’t; you have to keep your kids safe.

Groaning and moans of pain reach your ears: makes you wonder how many you got with the grenade. Heavy steps going up the stairs and you know a few men are in front of the room. You shoot different spots in the heavy door and a thud is heard on the other side.

“Fucking bitch!” Max exclaims. “Shoot the door knob and kick the door open! We all charge inside in the same time! She’s alone!”

Your arm is extended towards the entrance, your finger steady on the trigger. You pant, outraged somebody has the audacity to come at your house and try to kill your babies. At this point you know that no matter what happens, you will gladly give your life trying to protect what belongs to you and The Joker.

************ “Fuck…,” Frost mumbles, seeing you lying face down in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor, surrounded by the children. They’re all bawling, terrified and not understanding what’s going on. Kase is still holding Emma, repeatedly attempting to get a reaction from his mother:

“Mommy, wake up! Pleeeassee, wake up!”

It took a while for the henchmen to break into the Penthouse: the elevator didn’t work and they had to take the stairs, but that way in was blocked also. They had to retreat to the 25th floor, climbing up the fire escape ladder that leads to the terrace on the 30th floor. The few pricks that were left alive and tried to flee when help arrived didn’t make it very far: they were captured and executed on the spot.

You used whatever strength you had left to get to your kids, just to make sure they’re alright, then you collapsed, fainting from the blood loss. You were shot 5 times at point blank: twice in the abdomen, once in the right arm and 2 more bullets pierced your left leg.

Frost knows his boss is going to flip and for good reason this time.

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The Joker's voice going in and out, angrily shouting things you can’t understand, Frost yelling and blaming what happened on the careless idiots that took your safety and the children’s lightly. Gun shots. Is he punishing those responsible? No way to know…

**** Silence…for a long time…who knows for how long…

“Pumpkin, can you hear me?” his voice echoes and you can’t move or react. “You need three more surgeries, otherwise you won’t be able to walk…Don’t worry, you’ll be fine…” J gulps, concerned when there’s no reaction.

He was told the doctors will keep you into an induced coma for a while due to the nature of your severe injuries, yet the hope for a slight response still lingered in his mind.

**** “Mommy, I’m not wearing pants,” Zane confesses, whispering in your ear. Muffled laughter and you sense your hair being combed, probably Mia is playing, adding her ribbons and clips to your long locks because she likes to do that on a regular basis.

“La,laa,la,laaa…”she hums a little song and then your boyfriend snorts.

“Wow, Princess, I like your new hair style, you should keep it. I’ll take a picture and show you when you wake up, ok?”

**** Distorted whispers, then the clear secret shared in great intimacy:

“Mommy, I hid Aiden’s red truck under your bed,” Kase giggles, caressing your cheek.

Nothing for a long time, then a faint question:

“Mommy, I can’t find my red truck. Did you see it?”

You would like to say something, but you can’t move.

**** You feel a weight on your chest and realize it’s Emma. Steady breaths around you and the only thought before you lose yourself again is that they children are probably sleeping, cuddled to their mother.

**** “Princess, you’re done with the surgeries. Hurry up and get better so we can work on that new baby. We’re not getting any younger, especially you… … … … I just called you old. No comment?… … … That’s a first!”

Your lips being kissed…so much silence again…

**** “Anytime now would be nice,” The Joker grumbles, squeezing your arm. ”These kids are driving me crazy. Wake up!”

**** Is it night or day? You wish you would know….

You slowly open your eyes and stare at the ceiling, attempting to turn but you can’t feel your body. You want to speak yet no words come out.

“Daaadyyy!!” you suddenly see Aiden’s face popping close to yours. “Daadyyyy!! Mommy’s awake!”

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After 16 years

“Are you guys ready?” Connor asks the 22 year old Kase as he enters the living room; his friend is here to pick him up and his siblings so they can go skiing for the weekend.

“Almost! We’re packing the last things,” Kase texts on his phone, glancing at you every few seconds.

“How is your mom doing?” he points towards the woman sitting on the couch, blankly staring in the distance. “Is the new treatment working?”

You oldest son exhales, saddened by the state you’re in.

“Not so far, still paralyzed…We tried so many things over the years without any results, it’s discouraging. My dad says there is another medical procedure out there that might help. He’s looking into it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Connor sighs at the news. “It’s always good to see you Misses Y/N,” he addresses the crippled mother even if she can’t reply.

Kase remorsefully sniffles.

“Is Evie coming too?” Connor changes the subject. ” I know Mister J said no last time because she’s only 14.”

“She’s coming, we managed to convince him. I’m gonna go and finish packing,” your son explains, heading upstairs again. “I’ll keep your mom company!” Connor smiles, approaching your resting spot.

“Sounds great!” and a door is being slammed.

The young man stops in front of you, bending one knee so he can be at the same eye level with you.

“I feel sorry for you,” he talks in a low tone, a huge smirk creeping up on his face.”Everything you did for them and it’s all for nothing.”

A malicious chuckle.

“I’m saddened to inform you none of your children will return home from the ski resort, including Evie. You must be going insane knowing Mister J had another child with someone else after you were reduced to this, hm? Like it’s not enough you raised four children that aren’t yours, he added another one. Look at the positive side: at least you didn’t have to nurture one more daughter you didn’t give birth to since you were paralyzed. No loyalty from The Joker, right? What else to expect from someone like him anyway?…I want you to know they won’t suffer, it will be quick. Took months to plan but…”

Suddenly, your eyes focus on Connor and your fingers go tightly around his neck as you push him to the floor, pinning him under your knees. He struggles to escape but your grip is so strong he feels he’s already suffocating.

“You think you’re the first piece of shit trying to get to our children? You think we didn’t know what you are up to?” you pant through your clenched teeth, watching him squirm without being able to break free. He’s choking on his own saliva, fighting to escape when Kase’s punch lands with such ferocity Connor’s jaw cracks and he passes out instantly.

“Mom, let go. Mom! Let go, dad said he wants him for interrogation, more people might be involved.”

It’s hard for you not to snap Connor’s neck but you finally decide to release your hold.

The young man had no idea, but only Kase is at the Penthouse: his five siblings are at the hideout by the ocean, safe and sound. Your oldest had to stay behind, this way Connor wouldn’t be suspicious; the elaborated scheme to gain notoriety from murdering The Joker’s offsprings was bold and needed immediate attention. Unfortunately, not the first or the last trial.

“Dad said he took care of the crew waiting to kill us at the ski resort. We didn’t lose any men,” your son helps you up and you step over the limp body, cracking your shoulders.“Are you ok mom?”

“I’m fine, just stiff,” you faintly smile, stretching after not being able to move for an hour on that damned couch.

Not a lot of souls are aware you fully recovered after being in a very bad shape for almost a year. Just a few close to your inner circle know the truth: when it’s thought that The King of Gotham has a weakness, it’s even easier to manipulate things. Evie is actually the second daughter you and The Joker had together; J didn’t have her with another woman. Of course it’s assumed otherwise since everybody thinks you’re a vegetable.

There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for your kids; no sacrifice too great, always prepared to protect the six children belonging to you and the man that once asked his ex to take care of his babies because he didn’t trust another with the task.

A mother wouldn’t think twice before deciding this.