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Hi! I hope you are good, I don't know if the commissions are open, but if they are, could you do a Ledger!Joker x reader in which the reader tends to go party frequently, have an active and open sexuality, be reckless and have a sassy/funny attitude? (Reference: Tony Stark for example) if you don't want to, that's okay. I just never see female characters/readers like this, usually they are extremely good girls or have the serious Black Widow/bad girl personality, so it's always guys characters who get to be this way without being criticized about it.

I am very curious to know how she would interact and deal with J, since they would have some things in common but be very different and crash a lot at the same time.

Maybe J and the reader have a not serious relationship and they are just messing around, because they don't know how to deal with their feelings yet and are afraid of commitment, so there could be some kind of toxicity between them. J gets jealous of reader sleeping with other people and being so reckles when it comes to drink and stuff since he has found himself having to take care of her in bad situations plenty of times so it's his last straw.

It can lead to smutty angry/possesive sex and then go to some fluff at the end where they manage to communicate better and deal with their feelings at the end.

The plot was a suggestion but if you have a better plot idea in mind with that concept, you are free to change it if you end accepting the request. Thank you!! I love your stories and the way you portray Heath's Joker! ♡

His Lighthouse: Bad at Love (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

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ANON I SWEAR I DID NOT NEGLECT THIS ASK! 🖤✨

August flipping 16th? I'm gonna crawl into a hole and sob cry. BUT wait hear me out! This was an honor to write. As you beautifully said, women are usually depicted as either a damsel in distress or a cut-throat killer. There's no medium for us. Nothing's wrong with that if done correctly, but the minute a female is open about her body (ya know the same way men are celebrated to do) we're labelled sluts and whores. 🙄 Imma try and avoid going on a rant. Moving on...

Heck yeah I will accept this request! And thank you for the kind words! I'm so happy to know you like my portrayal of Joker!

Let's get right into it! I took all your plot points and went to town! Song inspiration is Bad at Love by Halsey! Wow I stayed up too late editing this!! Later loves!

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Joker never was one for feelings. They clouded a person's judgement and made them weak; you made him weak. With your flashy personality, confident smirk, and no nonsense demeanor you tore down Joker's way of thinking and ruined him forever.

You knew he was dangerous, you didn't care. You knew the risk of falling into his bed and agreed wholeheartedly because you were only here for a good time, not a long time. If things got to dicey, you could pick up and move on.

Too bad that Joker fell hard and embarrassingly fast for you. He dreamed of a long time with you. These feelings he had for you, they made him weak but he was perfectly fine with that.

He just wished you would notice and take him seriously.

Joker met you in what would be considered the wrong place at the right time. Rather killing you off after you witnessed one of his criminal activities, you talked... er.. sucked.. your way out of a bullet through your head.

After that, Joker found himself gravitating towards you.

You had a penchant for winding up in bad places and even worse situations. Partying it up at a bash funded by Penguin. Narrowly avoiding being fatally drugged at a rave laced quite literally with Scarecrow's latest neurotoxicants. Almost dying of alcohol poisoning at one of Joker's clubs.

The list could go on and on but with every scenario, you did not care.

It was as if your life was just one big joke. You valued your life, make no mistake, but being in a life or death situation only got a careless laugh out of you. If you died, then you lived a wild life.

Joker was mesmerized by your idealism surrounding death, and it inspired him to offer you protection in exchange for...

"Haha!! Quit foolin' yourself. You just want to have sex with me! That made up protection crap is not necessary. Alright. Where and how do you want it?" You sighed. "I'm a star on my back but whatever suits your fancy."

You began stripping right then and there without a care if someone walked by. He invited you to one of his hideouts and you boldly came, having nothing to lose.

Joker didn't know what to say.

He never met a woman so open about her sexuality and especially one that could see right through his carefully thought out plans. He didn't say no and took you roughly on his desk with the door wide open.

Before Joker knew it, he slipped into a friends with benefits arrangement with you despite neither of you meeting the friends criteria.

He watched out for you anytime you went out to party (which was almost every night) and you paid him back with sex whenever he called.

You could care less about the loosely created agreement. The sex was phenomenal and you acquired a dark guardian angel.

A win is a win, too bad Joker didn't feel the same sentiment.

He wasn't a fool. He knew he wasn't the only one gracing your bed. You constantly rubbed in that fact by bringing men and women into your apartment, posting your conquests on social media, or the worst, extending an invitation for a threesome like it was tickets to a game.

"I don't think Chad, wait what?" Someone shouted at you in the background. "My bad.. Tyler here won't mind sharing." You laughed off Joker turning down your offer before ending the call. "Your loss babe."

It wasn't a loss in Joker's eyes. He didn't want to share.

You were a remarkable woman and he was an overly possessive male. You brought out that nasty trait in him.

Before you, Joker wasn't jealous. He would brush off the hookups he grew bored of but you? You.... you changed something in him. He kept coming back for more.

He wanted so much more with you.

Joker envied each partner you led up to your apartment. Each one got to experience a night with you that should have been his and his alone.

You were perfect for Joker but you made it abundantly clear that you and relationships were a no go.

"Ew commitment? One person for like forever? Ha! Couldn't be me. I like.... variety." You explained as you rolled over on top of J.

It was another late night hookup that progressed well into the pillow talk stage. Joker was glad to know this luxury was reserved only for him.

Others had to be content with just sex before you kicked them to the curb. Joker got the pleasure of sleeping over. Only he could see you in such a vulnerable state. Sleep and looking absolutely soft. You were unaware but you sucked your thumb in your sleep. It was little details like that which made J feel like he was special in your life.

Joker personally wasn't big on commitment but he could entertain the thought if it was with you. Why couldn't you see the potential here? You fit perfectly in his arms as if you were destined to be.

He lived to see your content smile as he held you close, both unconscious and wide awake.

He hummed and dragged his fingers down your spine until you stiffened and moved away. He inwardly sighed. Annnd he lost you. No matter what version he tried, you shut down any romantic advances he made.

During sex he would try and kiss you, you would turn your head and bite the pillow. He tried to hold your hand once and you gave him a bombastic side eye and told him to stop.

You didn't want soft and sweet.

"That's for stay at home wives who crave intimacy with their husbands." You said to Joker once. "They send him off to work with smitten eyes, not knowing he's on his way to see me. He craves raw, primal, hot sex— the kind his wife is terrified of. That's what I want. If you're not going to f__k me Joker, then get out."

He was afraid of offending you so like a love-smitten fool, he gave you what you wanted.

That night your happy moans as he pounded you into the mattress left a sour taste in his mouth.

You spoke your mind and didn't settle for less. It was a trait of yours that he loved to hate. You made Joker fantasize about coming to your apartment, sweeping you up into his arms and making loving to you.

Joker hated the scenario with every fiber of his being but the idea was on loop in his brain every time you were unavailable and he only had his fist for the night.

He jerked himself off to the thought of you on your back, hands enclosed with his as he kissed you softly and languidly rolled his hips into you.

"D-Don't stop, J... I love this." Even in his fantasy you sounded all wrong but it felt so right. A submissive version of you got him closer and closer to his peak night after lonely night.

For once he wanted to cum inside you rather than painting your stomach or back white. You didn't have to be degraded every time he had you.

You deserved to be treated better. He could treat you better. And like a flash of lightning, Joker realized.

He craved true intimacy with you.

You made him weak. You made him consider bestowing soft and gentle affections upon you in favor of his rough aggressive marking. Joker wanted to cradle the back of your head, not choke you near unconscious.

This had to stop, this toxic relationship he found himself in.

Joker had to get rid of you and these affectionate urges but you were in his bloodstream and he feared you would never leave. He began to loathe when his phone lit up with your contact.

U busy 2nite?😜

He was remiss to reply and he wished that he did. It would have saved him the chaos that soon followed. You were always at the wrong place at the right time.

Neo roped Joker into coming to the club tonight. The top trio noticed how down J was lately and assumed it had something to do with you.

You were like a bad drug and it was time Joker quit cold turkey. Exposing him to someone knew was the best remedy.

Joker wasn't one for public appearances but Neo swore up and down he could chill in the club's dark corner by the cages and people watch without being bothered. Joker still wasn't feeling it however the drinks flowed freely and it was something to do.

Frost became concerned since Joker wasn't a big drinker but the clown was knocking them back with hardly a wince. Frost wisely switched out the shots being sent to J's table with virgin drinks halfway into the night.

Joker could care less. He only agreed to come tonight to distract himself. He needed to get you out of his system.

His green eyes scanned the lively club trying to see the appeal of it all. You once said the too loud music rattled your bones and made you feel alive, possessed almost. You loved the hot humid air and the sultry sway of bodies of the crowd against your own.

It was all sensory. Joker hated it.

He heaved a sigh and waved off the umpteenth female who wormed their way to his booth. Couldn't they see he wanted to be alone?

He didn't want a female in his life if it wasn't you. Then his eyes caught something hypnotic dead center of the club.

Upon first glance, Joker would have never known it to be you, granted the dancer was a blonde but he seen your extensive wig collection. You had every color, texture, and length known to man. Turning yourself into a blonde was child's play and tonight you did just that.

You and your messy space buns defied gravity as you twirled and slid against a pole inside the metal cage.

Joker didn't know whether to look away or kill everyone for staring. He couldn't blame them.

Seeing a dark goddess like you dancing in ten inch heels and practically wearing nothing was truly a sight to see. Your 'outfit' consisted of drapes of silver-like reflective fabric, artistically tucked to cover your breast and pussy and leaving nothing to the imagination.

You were a walking gift just waiting for someone to unwrap. And your eyes lulled potential recipients your way. It was as if the club lights were programmed just for you as they highlighted your body in the best way.

Joker was shaking with pleasure? Anger? He wasn't quite sure. He growled and radioed to Neo. "Why.... is she.... here?"

The club owner's voice immediately sounded in Joker's ear, "Who?"

Joker wished his drinks were actually alcohol. Frost wasn't slick switching them out. "Y/n. In the uhh, dance cage thingy... literally f__king the pole."

Just to prove his point you jumped up and used only your core muscles to remain suspended in air. Your thighs glinted in the club lights and Joker knew you lathered them in that edible body glitter you loved so much. He hated how sticky it was on his tongue but it transformed you into a star dusted beauty so he couldn't complain that much.

"I didn't invite her! Wait. You sure that's Y/n?" You winked at your audience before flashing them a wide grin as you walked on air, escalating down the pole in a gravity drying spiral.

There was a brief pause before Neo's voice came back over. "D__n, yeah that's her.. Ahem. I uhh, if you want her gone just say the word Boss."

Joker didn't want to dampen your night but he was actively trying to purge you from his mind. Having you dangling right in his field of vision was not helping things.

Joker was about to order you out when a series of gunshot went off inside the club. The fun and jovial air turned into sheer pandemonium in seconds.

You stopped dancing and dropped to your feet to find cover and Joker was quick to spot the shooter aiming way too close in your direction. It only took a second for a seasoned expert to realize the shooter was deliberately aiming at you.

All the breath in Joker's body simply escaped him.

Without thinking, J rushed to your side and tackled you to the floor. Neo and Frost were arguing in his ear but Joker's only thought was you under him going into shock.

Your eyelashes were dusted with silver and chrome colored gems were glued onto your face like intergalactic freckles. You took the club's space night theme very seriously. You never fell short of a perfect club outfit.

In a different situation, Joker would have admired your ensemble properly but right now, the blue and purple strobe lights captured your coloured contacts rounded in fear.

"J.. that's.. That's my ex, Tyler! Why is he?" More pops went off in the background and Joker was pretty sure Frost and Neo were placing bets on who could neutralize the threat first.

Ten grand was a waste of money. Joker wanted this Tyler fellow dead free of charge after hearing your frightened words. Nothing like a bitter lover wanting to get even to dampen a night out.

J moved the two of you behind a wall before he went a step further and shielded you with his body. You were shaking too much to even notice.

There wasn't much protection this far into the club. Joker scanned the area for an exit but that would require walking into the spray of bullets and he would not risk your safety doing that. He spat out orders into his earpiece and he was confident that Neo and Frost would handle this.

For now, Joker turned his focus on you in his arms. "Y/n, doll, look at me. Hey!"

He never seen you so shaken up before. Gone was the reckless and sassy girl that told him where to shove it the first time he met you.

The girl in his arms was afraid and cowering like a baby.

Your stiletto nails bit into his arm but he waited until the strobe lights made another cycle to illuminate a hallway to his immediate right. Joker remembered it led towards the offices and seedy meeting rooms, and subsequently a back alleyway. It was now or never.

"C'mon baby. Let's go." Joker hauled you up to your feet and made a sprint for the hallway.

How you managed to keep up with him in your ridiculous high heels, Joker would study in detail later. The second he hit the back alley, he reported the all clear.

"We're out, me and uh..." J glanced down at you shivering in his arms. "Me and Doll are out."

Oddly Mac's voice sounded over the comms. "Copy. Wheels are nearby, you'll know it when ya see it. We got everything here. Go."

Joker didn't need to be told twice. He found the car with ease and helped you into the back with a gentleness that scared even himself. Hands fastened you into a seatbelt and you swore something tender made contact with your forehead, but it was gone before you could identify what. You were still in shock and weren't aware of anything around you.

You were just having fun like you always did. None of your past flings cared enough to hurt you before but you should've known that Tyler was different.

He was too enthusiastic about being FWB, too eager to stay in touch and when you tried to break things off– the man was too clingy in your opinion– his words haunted you.

"Tch, your reputation precedes you, slut. You just f__k em and keep it movin' but I'm not replaceable sweetheart. Yeah, you'll regret this b___h. I'll make sure of it."

You didn't think he'd try and kill you! Tonight was a harsh wake up call to how your playgirl actions affected others and you obviously couldn't handle it. You failed to stifle your sniffles and Joker wished he wasn't driving so he could hold and comfort you. That is, if you didn't push him away.

Joker made it to your apartment and got you situated. He'd been over so many times, he knew the layout better than his own hideouts. You didn't even bother questioning how J had a key. The less you knew, the better. You were just grateful that Joker took off your heels and got you a glass of water.

"Here uh drinK." You accepted the proffered glass mutely.

Your hands shook bringing it to your lips but you managed to drink it but not without hyperventilating immediately afterwards.

Joker rolled his eyes but bent down to your eye level to grab your face. Your gems were flaking off due to his thumbs rubbing your cheekbones in soothing circles.

"Look. At. Me. Breathe, doll... ya gotta breathe. See uhhh. Li-Ke this."

Joker exaggerated his breathing hoping you would copy and much to his delight you did– at least enough to calm down. Something in the motion caused you to snap out of your shock.

"Why are you helping me?" You mumbled.

J echoed your question with a bewildered expression. Why wouldn't he? He was more confused when you jerked your head towards the door.

"You can go. I'll.. um f__k you later." Usually Joker would accept future payments without a second thought however, he was tired of things being transactional with you. Sex wasn't all that he wanted from you.

"Go? I just. Are ya drunk or somethin' doll?" Joker asked. His grip on your face tightened but he would never hurt you. Not unless you asked him to.

"And if I am?" You playfully slurred out. It was common knowledge that you could hold your liquor better than ten men combined. You were mocking him and it was more salt to injury.

Joker stared into your unnatural sky blue eyes. The contacts you wore made it seem like he was talking to a completely different person.

He couldn't understand you and your flippant attitude. It wasn't healthy to brush off near death situations. You stared death in the eye plenty of times for a civilian but you shouldn't have to. You may not reciprocate but Joker cared deeply about your safety. He wasn't protecting you just for sex. He... cared about you.

However, expressing that aloud proved to be quite difficult.

"D__n it Y/n! You act like it's no big deal that you almost died tonight! IT. IS!"

You didn't like Joker raising his voice nor the way he continued to invade your personal space, His hands were too warm on your face and his lips too close to yours. You glanced at them briefly before cleaning your throat.

"Have you forgotten our 'agreement' Joker? You protect me, I spread my legs for you. Simple as that." You said while rolling your eyes. "You never complained before." You grumbled that part under your breath but he heard it clear as day.

Joker didn't know what motivated him to pull the plug but he was done playing games with you. He realized that nothing would come out of this relationship of sorts. You couldn't see what he saw.

"Mm. Then our uh agree-menT is over."

Your lower lip quivered when you felt Joker's hot breath fan over it. It was your turn to be confused. "What?"

Joker clicked his tongue as he let go of your face. Did he have to spell it out for you?

"You are... toxic. A sexy, addictive drug that's more harmful than go~od. You clear-ly don't need meeee when you can have the pick of Gotham to grace your bed. I thought that's all I wanted, a good time. And trust me doll you are very.. very good in the uh fun department but you opened my eyes. I want more."

Joker laughed sharply and patted your cheek, making you flinch. "But you can't handle more. You're stuck in a end-less loop of parties, sex and fleeting moments. There's no rhyme or reason, ya just do it because it's routine. You don't know anything else. You and I are much alike. We hurt people, but your method? Mmm, you leave deep nasty memories that'll never go away. You see, you leave behind glimpses of what could be before disappearing forever. You're an unattainable dream, Y/n. A sweet memory to reminisce on but nothing more."

His words left a bitter lump in the back of your throat. You heard this speech every time one of your lovers realized they deserved better. Joker was breaking things off and you should've been prepared.

They always left.

But you thought Joker was different. You wanted him to see past your party girl façade and save you for real.

"You're wrong.." You mumbled. You could explain if he gave you a chance but it was far too late. Joker turned away from your watery eyes lest he fall back into your manipulative web again.

"I'll uh see myself out." He began walking away and your mind just couldn't take it. You lost count of how many ex's walked out in like manner. Their names were just another blimp in your mind yet you couldn't allow Joker to join their ranks.

He was your guardian; he was supposed to save you!

"Joker?! Please..." Your voice cracked after saying his name again. "S-Stop! Walking!" You finally screeched.

Joker paused his stride and you went on a tangent.

"You're right! I'm toxic and I'm bad at love! I have a reputation in this town as prolific as yours! I party and I flirt and I break people's hearts and move on, all to save myself from heartache! When I fall, I fall hard and I always make the same mistakes. I'm not perfect. Heh.. my ex's will attest to that."

You stalled and didn't notice Joker arching an eyebrow at how you were talking mostly with your hands. Your nails were designed with mirrored chrome polish and more gems.

"If I keep things casual and keep people at arm's length, no one would see me for who I am. Someone desperate to be loved. And then I met you and thought– wow. 'He's gonna break my heart."

You startled J when you raised your head to look him dead in the eye.

"You had me under your spell from the very beginning Joker. I was scared you would break things off or worse– kill me, if I said I liked you. I didn't know what to do so I slipped into old habits. I made sure sex between us was strictly business. You kept me safe and I pretended that each time you took me I wasn't utterly infatuated with you. It worked.. until I saw you on the news with your ex. The blonde one."

Joker was speechless hearing you confess.

All this time you had feelings for him and he ruined his chances for a quick screw (that didn't mean anything) with his psychotic ex. Joker hated the tears that dotted your silver lashes but he didn't rush to wipe them away.

You still had some explaining to do.

"I was jealous! I mean.. you prefer blondes and I'm.. not. So.. ugh. Old habits! I just lost myself in anyone that wasn't you. I successfully pushed you away. You stopped answering my late night texts but I didn't want sex. I just.. wanted you." You sniffed.

It was quiet in your apartment until Joker ended the silence with his unique voice.

"Don'T say stuff ya don't mean doll." Joker uttered.

You could see his labored breathing by the rise and fall of his chest and there was a hungry look in his eyes. It made you emboldened.

If you were sober and perhaps not riding an adrenaline high, you wouldn't have blurted out your desires but you were a bold creature by nature. You loved living on the edge.

So you dropped a bomb that J was sorely unprepared for. "Kiss me."

Joker's eyes widened in shock. He barely heard your demand over the sound of his beating heart. Surely he was hallucinating. You were slowly standing to your feet, mighty and confident with each dainty step towards him.

He failed to turn on any lights when he arrived in your apartment. The moon's glow was your spotlight. You were a vision sauntering over to take what you asked for.

The two of you had never kissed before.

It was the only boundary you set up in this odd FWB situationship you and him agreed upon. In the beginning it didn't bother Joker but as time progressed, he longed to kiss your supple lips.

He yearned to learn the curve and experience the taste of them. Would you taste like your signature lip gloss or a unique flavor of your very own?

He couldn't look away from them now that you asked him to claim them. Your lips parted slowly, as if tempting him further and he almost whined.

"Don't tempt me.." He growled instead.

The only reason why he hadn't jumped on you was the distance you still kept from him. Joker could see a hesitant gleam in your eye even as you stopped to stand before him.

He exhaled the moment your hands rested on his chest.

"I'm not. I wanna know how it feels, J." You batted your quicksilver lashes and wetted those luscious lips of yours with your tongue. "It's.. it's been ages.."

A lesser man would have died on the spot. Joker was stronger. It only took him a few seconds to lean down to claim his long awaited prize. Joker grabbed both sides of your face and kissed you.

You whined when his teeth caught your lower lip and sank in. The sudden pain startled you but it was welcomed when Joker groaned in absolute bliss.

You kissed others in the past (hence your aversion to the act) but the way Joker claimed your mouth, you realized you've been doing it all wrong for years. With Joker it wasn't just mashing your mouths together and hoping for the best, no.

Kissing Joker was like a forbidden dance rediscovered by mankind.

You were drowning, he was on cloud nine. Your lips were soft and unsure whereas his scarred ones molded itself against yours in the most sinful way. When he moved, he guided you where to go. He smirked when he ran his tongue on the crease of your lips, asking for permission.

He didn't blame you for being hesitant but he did reward your bravery with each new sensation.

Joker sucked on your tongue, licked the roof of your mouth– giving a new definition to making out. It was eye opening.

You were a fast learner and Joker was glad when you jumped up and wrapped your arms and legs around him to deepen the kiss. He didn't waste a second carrying you both to your bedroom.

And the tango only got better. His lips broke away from you to travel the column of throat to nibble and lick at the perspiration collected there. You gasped and tugged at his hair noting it wasn't in its greasy state. You drew back to take Joker in.

The two of you locked eyes at the same time. He breathed in the same air you did and the lustful gaze you sent him went straight to his head.

If he didn't have you now, he'd go insane(r).

He dropped you on the bed and you bounced twice before coming to a rest in the center. You had yet to catch your balance when Joker crawled on the bed to hover above you.

You f__ked Joker numerous times but never did you feel so demure under him. Maybe because he knew your true feelings the atmosphere changed? Your heart was in your throat as he drank you in.

"Look at youuuuuu. A sweet little gift for me. All mine to mmm... unwrap." Joker murmured as his hands roamed over your exposed skin to find the knot that would reveal you to his gaze.

You squirmed with each playful caress and tug. "Is it here? Ah! Noooooo maybe... here?" He cooed.

"Joker.. don't tease!" You whined. J was smart and already examined your 'outfit' back at the club. His eagle eyes noted it all unraveled at your hips but where was the fun in removing it properly?

His dark chuckle made your eyes fly open, "Ohhh you poor thing. Who said I was teasin' ya yet?"

The material was reduced to shreds in Joker's strong grip. Your jaw dropped in disbelief as he cast the remains aside and smirked at your nude body finally accessible for him to fondle.

"That was custom made.." You mumbled. None of it mattered when Joker dove down and captured a pert nipple in his mouth.

You arched into the touch and combed your fingers into his hair. Each of your breasts were lathered in his spit and love and you twitched in need when Joker didn't advance lower. He kept a usual predictable path in bed but he wasn't sticking to it tonight. So of course you got a little testy.

You yanked his hair so he could lock eyes with you. His green eyes were so expressive. "Go lower!"

J just grinned at your sassiness and resumed licking and biting your breasts. He reveled in your frustrated groan until you tried reaching down to touch yourself. Now that was a big no no.

In a blink of an eye, Joker had seized your hands and pinned them above your head. You tried to break free but he just growled at you until you stopped.

"It's not nice to touch other people's things, Y/n. Keep your hands to yourself till I tell ya other-wise." He left open mouth kisses down your neck and ground his erection into your core. It wasn't fair that you were nude while he was still fully dressed.

Joker hadn't dressed up for the club's nightly theme but he looked delectable in all black.

You were staining his suit pants with each rock of your hips, not that he minded. He just angled himself better to stimulate you more. The friction of his pants brushed against your clit and you moaned out loud.

"Give me what I want Joker!"

Of course the idiot ignored you in favor of teasing you further with his warm hands. It amazed you how hot Joker's body temperature ran. He was like a furnace pining you to the bed.

Out of nowhere he smacked your thigh. You yelped at the sudden sting.

"That ain't how ya ask." His long fingernails dragged into the slope of your inner thighs and you sobbed. He was so close to where you wanted him, yet so far away.

You don't know how you managed to keep your hands put above your head with the constant writhing your body made on the bed sheets. Every fiber of your being was urging you to touch Joker.

You knew where this was going. Joker wanted you to beg.

You never caved before but tonight's events and spoken words had you desperate and ready to abandon all of your morals. You knew it and Joker knew it.

He also knew you were as stubborn as an ox.

"I want your cock!" Another slap rang out in the bedroom. This one was way too close to your clit and you choked back a moan. You were practically throbbing in need.

"Anngg wrong, doll. Try ooooooone more time." Joker slid his hands to your knees and parted your legs like the Red Sea.

The treasure that lay between them shined like gold. He stared like a dying man who found an oasis.

How could you be so wet when he had yet to touch you? He watched your opening clench around air as a trickle of juices dampened the sheets underneath you. As if he could quit this cold turkey. You were a treat wasted on lesser men.

Joker looked up from your sopping wet pussy when you finally cracked under pressure. He could hear the want in your high pitched whimper. "Please daddy! Please touch me! N-No more teasing!"

He was not expecting that.

You were in-tune with your sexuality and prowess in bed, it was a trait that Joker admired about you. He loved how you knew what you fancied and didn't, although he was wise to notice that you never relaxed and let him fully be in control.

There was always a piece of you that remained assertive during the exchange. Joker wanted to help you embrace being more submissive in bed but he never imagined that you would take the initiative yourself.

He faltered seeing you pout your lip in want. He wasn't sure if this was an act or a genuine desire that muddied your thinking.

Joker was gonna eat you out. His plan was to wring out as many orgasms from you until your mind crumbled into mush but something about hearing a strong, assertive woman like you whimper and call him daddy?

Joker snapped.

The chime of Joker's belt coming loose sent molten lava straight to your pussy and the sight of him fumbling to remove his clothes made some of your natural cocky attitude return. You snorted at his frantic movements but your smirk was smacked right off your face when Joker grabbed ahold of your jaw.

"Look. At. Me. That's it. Look at me when I slideeeee in deep."

Lord knows you tried but your eyes fell closed at the heavy weight of Joker's cock resting at your entrance. The feel of it there had you needy for more.

Joker had forced you into a dry spell by not answering your texts and calls. He was unavailable so you called up your past lovers to assist but they couldn't get you off like Joker could. It was frustrating to suffer through their attempts only to scream and kick them out when that big O alluded you.

Not being able to cum was an insult and a blow to your reputation, so you stopped seeing partners until you figured out the problem.

You hadn't cum in weeks going on a month but you had an answer to your problem. Joker ruined your mind, body, and soul and no one else would do.

You were crying tears of joy as Joker slotted his cock in between your puffy lips to lubricate himself.

In the same instance, his grip slid down from your jaw to your throat. He didn't squeeze too tight but just enough to get the message across.

"What did I just say, doll?"

You forgot you had closed your eyes against his instructions! You flung your eyes open to apologize however J snarled at the foreign color staring up at him. He wanted tonight to be perfect and your dumb icy blue contacts weren't meeting his idea of perfection. He spoke his thoughts aloud.

Joker tapped your temple. "Take these out. Now."

Basic hygiene didn't matter. You nodded and reached up to remove your contacts, flicking them somewhere off to the side. You'd mourn their loss later. You needed Joker's dick more.

Joker watched you blink a few times before fixing him with a timid look. He groaned seeing your natural e/c eyes, blown out in lust, staring at him.

His smile took your breath away.

"There's my girl. No one else's ya got that? This pussy is.. all mine now. If I catch ya giving it to someone else. Well." Joker shoved his dick into you in one smooth thrust.

You screamed at the sudden intrusion with tears dotting your eyes. Joker gave you no warning as he quickly pulled out before ramming his cock back in as deep as he could go.

"Haha.. I'll ahh yes, I'll kill 'em doll. No one. No one touches what's mine!" His eyes rolled back when your pussy squeezed tight around him.

You felt so good he swiftly lost himself to pleasure. His hands flew to the headboard for balance so as to not marr your beautiful skin with his vice-like grip. His neon eyes narrowed when you tried moving yours from above your head.

And so they stayed.

Each cant of his hips bullied his dick deeper and deeper into your pussy as he set a fast and rough pace. It was nothing different from any other late night booty call the two of you shared and you welcomed the pain his dick left inside your walls. It was no secret that you loved it rough and that's what made Joker stop moving all together.

Joker all but froze inside of you and you immediately protested with another frustrated wet sob of his name.

"Shush shush shush I know. I know." Joker hushed your hiccups with a mocking tone. "I want you to feel it sooooo we gotta go slow baby doll."

You let out a shaky moan as Joker began churning his dick in your pussy, unbearably slow. His hands let go of the headboard to grab a hold of your hands still positioned above your head.

He applauded you for listening to his instructions this long and kissed your forehead in gratitude.

You whimpered again when he laced his fingers with yours. "You feel that?" He asked. He stirred his dick deeper with a weak moan of his own.

"Yesssssss you're so deep, J!" You replied back.

He nodded listlessly and scanned your face in awe. You were cock drunk already and barely thinking straight. All those nights jerking off and daydreaming about you underneath him was finally coming true. It was better than he could ever fantasize. Until you just had to ruin it.

"Ah! Please f__k my pussy, J! I wanna cum.."

You were still defiant and that just wouldn't do. He sighed out, "No."

You cried out more pleas but Joker ignored each one to rest his weight completely on you. All the air in your lungs escaped you.

J was heavy in the best way; not too heavy where you couldn't breathe, but just enough to make your head swim. A dopey smile spread across your face.

Joker enjoyed it too since he could make you feel dainty and small like this. You deserved that. You didn't have to be strong all the time and especially not in bed with someone you cared for.

You wanted him and Joker would give you everything. All in due time. He shifted his hips and all but humped you.

Each roll of his hips was like a bolt of electricity to your clit. He filled you perfectly and it teetered on the verge of being too much. You didn't know how much more of this torture you could take.

Tears were running down your face and you knew you were drooling. You were so close to that blessed edge but still far from its reach. You were reduced to babbles when Joker's cockhead tapped against your cervix. "Ow ahh! Yes! Joker, please.. I'll be good just please... mmm! G-Go faster!"

"No. I– nghh.." Joker thrusted too sharply and it made the both of you moan out.

He took a second to catch his breath. He wanted this just as much as you, but he had to be patient. "I won't give in until you give me what I want."

"I don't know!!" You sobbed while squeezing Joker's hands. It was nothing compared to the death grip your pussy had around his cock. If he was going insane, he could only imagine how you were fairing.

So he took pity on you. How could he not when you looked so miserable underneath him?

He licked your tear stained face before whispering in your ear. "You don't know? Awww, you poor thing. I'll help ya. Say it. Tell me you're mine. The moment you do, f__k, I'm gonna breed you, doll." You gasped and Joker laughed at your stunned expression.

"Yeah, I'll turn ya into that smitten wife waiting at home for her husband. Don't ya want that? I know you secretly do, Y/n. Aren't ya tired of playing games, breaking hearts, makin' me so f__king jealous?!"

You clenched around his cock, hearing his words and the feeling made him falter.

Joker squeezed your hands tighter and dropped his head in the crook of your neck. This was torture for him too. You were wetter than you'd ever been and grinding into your pussy was driving him wild. He couldn't stop talking.

"Ahh you r-ruined me doll! I can't get you out of my he~aaad. Your eyes. Your smile... Those stupid funny jokes you make when ya think I ain't listening.. S__t, your pussy! I want it. I want it all. Give. It. To. Me." He bit your neck to stifle his groans.

You almost ruptured Joker's ears screaming so loud.

"Say. It." Each word was punctuated by hard thrusts into your cunt and you grew hoarse trying to fix your lips to voice J's desires.

You couldn't feel your toes anymore but somehow your legs were still wrapped around Joker's waist. It was maddening being dominated in such a way but a small part of you loved it.

You had grown tired of the same routine. Party, flirt, f__k, sleep, repeat.

The idea of submitting to Joker was somewhat appealing. You wouldn't be settling down in the traditional sense, he was The Joker after all, (as if he'd take responsibility if he actually knocked you up) but being content with one partner, to this outstanding man who was pinning you down and groaned in your ear— was making you crumble under peer pressure.

You might be bad at love but now was the perfect time to give it a try. And who knows. Joker might actually be the one that could finally fix you. You found the strength to give into his demands.

"I'm yours! Only yours Joker! Please take me! I want ahhhhhh!!!"

The rest of your sentence was irrelevant. Once you said his name, the last shrivel of his patience evaporated.

Joker folded your thighs up to your chest and delivered on his promise. He said your name like a forbidden secret and snapped his hips into yours with no intention of stopping. His thrusts were unyielding into your sopping wet pussy and your screams drowned out Joker's hushed declarations into your ear.

The weight of each vow grew too much to bear and you fell apart when Joker's dick stroked your g spot one time too many. You swore you fainted, the pleasure was so intense.

Joker watched your eyes roll back before your pussy sucked him in with frantic pulses.

He lost it too and rammed his cock as far back as he could before emptying everything that he had inside of you. There was just so much to give and judging by your legs spazzing, you took every last drop like a pro. He was floating on the fact that you let him cum inside.

This had to be a dream but your broken moan confirmed this was very much real. You were trying to say his name.

Joker panted and helped lower your legs before rolling the two of you so you could rest on his chest.

Not once did he let you go, not even you jerked back to consciousness, hiccupping. You tried pulling away but Joker wasn't having it.

"Stop. Moving. Ahh lemme stay where I belong." He lazily thrusted up to return back to his original position. You whimpered at the full feeling. Cuddling was.... kinda nice.

You hummed and nuzzled up closer in Joker's arms. "You know normal couples just ask, 'will you be mine? Not bust a nut into their partners."

Joker chuckled hearing your funny personality coming out to play. You were slowly turning back to normal.

He kissed your forehead, sighing. "Mm, I'm noT. Normal. But.. yes. You're mine if that's what you're asking. Annnnd it works both ways."

You peeked at him with hooded eyes. "You're mine too?"

Joker groaned your name and you both felt when his dick twitched inside your pussy.

"Whaddya think, doll? He ahh likes the sound of thaT." You slapped his chest and J rolled his eyes.

Of course you noticed him dodging the question. He sighed and swept a strand of your hair off your forehead. The blonde wig was pretty but he longed for your natural curls that lie underneath.

"Yes, Y/n. You have me. And not just for the night.. but until ya no longer want me. Mkay?" He bopped you on the nose.

"I might keep you forever." You warned.

You squealed in delight when Joker flipped you over onto your back with a mischievous grin. "Sounds like a plannnn but let's see if you can, uhh, survive the night, yeah?"

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inventedfangirling · 10 months

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Rewatching episode 12 and thinking of pat and his humiliation kink and one of its finest examples - this glorious scene.

Pran was literally referring to his hunger for food and Pat had to make it sexual. And that too (indirectly) sexually degrading... his own self. Like there was absolutely no reason to call attention to that fact again at least half an hour after it happened. But he did.

Respect.

No bro. 5 mins after 2 weeks probably not enough. And you're saying Pran waited for a year?!

Yeah this definitely is the face of somebody who gets off on being humiliated (affectionately)

But also look at this face, i too would humiliate myself for him are you kidding me? In a heartbeat.

Who smiles like that after that embarrassment and a "you suck" from your very enamored boyfriend?

Pat- i love you, i will give you reasons to humiliate me -Jindapat. That's who!

Do i think its significant given that pat is the guy who went from saying "i have to do something,(in retaliation) otherwise no one will respect me" to "i save it (my weakness) for my boyfriend to see". That he finds Pran his lifelong "enemy" to be the one lighthouse he can go to where he can be a whiny embarrassing baby, in front of whom he doesn't have to pretend to be "icy" and alpha, the one in front of whom he can feel free to cry about his muscle pain after a match, make cute faces to get his way, the one with whom he can debase his own self for the entertainment/pleasure of both of them? Do i think thats significant? Do i? DO I?? i think it's the most significant thing ever, second only to korn's eyebrows BUT this post is about making fun of my boy's humiliation kink so imma stick to that.

And also while this is a top notch humiliation scene, my favourite will still be this patpran rugby scene from the original trailer.

Wth was this? I can't stop laughing everytime i watch this part cos its just so so embarrassing that they haven't even invented words to encapsulate just how embarrassing it is.

That being said i read somewhere that love precisely happens when you lose your fear of embarrassment and purposely do the "humiliating" act of asking for love. And well look how well it worked out for him.

Oh Pat my beloved i adore you so much.

#bad buddy #bad buddy brainrot #patpran #pran x pat #pat napat #pat my beloved #pat's humilation kink also my beloved #never change #protect him

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comicbookhyperfixationtime · 3 months

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Guys, I am not Liking Captain Britain

I'm sorry, the man's a complete ass. I was cutting him some slack at first because of the whole "grieving dead sister" thing but the man is such a mysogynist! I've already shown the panel where he decides that, after a creep harasses Rachel he decides that perhaps she should change her outfit. I've also mentioned that, in Excalibur: The Sword is Drawn, he verbally berates and almost hits Meggan in a rage. Well, in Excalibur #3 the same shit happens again after the team moves into his lighthouse in a less than smooth manner.

So Brian goes off to sulk in a huff whilst leaving Meggan in a breakdown and emotionally cheats on her with an ex-girlfriend.

Oh, by the way, do you know the backstory to Meggan and Brian's relationship. She's a mutant shapeshifter and a minor empath. Her parents had told he she was a monster and kept her locked away, so she took the physical form of a monster. At some point she went on superhero adventures with Brian and fell in love with him. However, he only fell in love with her when somebody else told her she was beautiful on the inside and she took a form to match. So, basically, he sucks and she's unhealthily codependent on him and he knows this (as evidenced by the panels below) and doesn't seem to be doing anything to help her.

"Weh weh weh woe is me I'm rich, talented and conventionally attractive and I have the most amazing girlfriend in the world and I save people but my new roommates are kind of annoying. I never wanted to help people with my life I was forced to because of my responsibility." He lost his sister yeah but Kurt lost his whole ass found-family and he's not being a dick about it!

I just can't think of a decent quality this man has. He's selfish and whiny and a bossy know-it-all on missions. Like, sure he's a superhero but, as shown above, he's not even enthusiastic about helping people! He's rich, I guess, and he gave the Excalibur member's banking accounts. That was nice of him, I suppose. Money won't fill the void left by your awful personality, Brian.

#ranting #oooh I do not like this man #I'm sorry if you do #I'm rooting for him to be less of a waste of space I really am #comic books #marvel comics #excalibur #captain britain #brian braddock #meggan

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bwobgames · 1 year

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Previous First

There's a knocking at the door

Beebo goes to open it

"Wait"

"Who's there?"

There's more knocking. This time in the rythm of the Mario Bros theme

"Nevermind its just Simon"

"What"

"Shh"

"Rude. Get in"

Beebo takes a look to the hallway, but he doesn't see anyone else

"Ángel?"

"So?"

"I saw Dad in the house"

"What?! Where?!"

"Elaborate"

"I was in the bathroom and was about to go outside when I saw him."

"He went to the corridor that leads to the patio"

"So I came here to tell the detectives"

"I found the one with the scarf by the stairs, and he told me to bunker down with you two here and keep quiet"

"Where is he now, then? With everyone else downstairs?"

"Um, I don't think so? He said he was gonna, uh... 'take care of him' and went down the stairs"

"What!? That idiot!! Just because I promised I won't die doesn't mean he can!"

"You two stay here, I'll go find him"

"I'll go too"

"Absolutely not"

"It will be a 3 versus 1, we'll be fine!"

"You are not going"

Beebo and Nadia say at the same time

"What the hell."

"Neither are you, Nadia"

"I have the right to get my father detained. You're depriving me of the small joys in life"

"What are you even going to do with him? The storm won't let you take him to the police"

"As awful as this might sound, that's currently not my priority right now, I need to see if Ángel's alright"

"We are professionals. We can handle it.

You two are not. Stay"

He leaves

He runs down the stairs, crosses the bar, and the lounge, reaching the corridor with the bathrooms

He looks through the window. He can barely differentiate anything

"Is Ángel out there? Is Mr. Coli? I doubt they could even see each other in there"

"Is he your boyfriend, by the way? Because if so, I'm judging your taste in men"

"Ugh. Teenagers"

"I believe we had an agreement"

"I didn't sign anything,

and I don't really respect you as an authority figure"

"Note to self, never have a breakdown in front of children. They are perceptive little gremlins"

"... My romantic life is none of your business, I'm taking you to your mother"

"Because I said he sucked?"

"Because there's a maniac running around god knows where and-!

Ugh, where's your brother."

"I told him to stay in the room"

"So he listens to her and not me?"

"Why did you follow me, what would you do if your father tries to kill us?"

"It's a 2 versus 1, odds are in our favor"

"Wha- you would fight your own dad?"

"There is nothing I want to do more. That man has been nothing but a curse to us. He's an asshole to Nina, he toys with Simon's feelings, he completely left Mom for dead, and I don't even think he sees me as a person, even with everyone always going on and on on how I am so much like him. It's offensive honestly.

He's a complete child who's playing with things out of his comprehension.

I understand that you are a man of the law, and this is for your principles or whatever. But even if that man hadn't committed numerous crimes, I would still fight him.

The thought of being anything like him sickens me.

Mom says that all girls my age go through that feeling"

"... I am not equipped for that conversation. We are going to your mother"

"Hey, is that your guy?"

She points to the window

"That's him! Oh, thank god he's okay"

"How can I call him over? If I scream, it might make Mr. Coli aware of our location.

Ugh, I'm asking for his phone number after this

Wait, phone!

I'll use my phone flashlight as a signal! Like a lighthouse!"

He takes out his phone and looks for the flashlight

Something about that feels... familiar.

The lights turn off

That definitely feels familiar

He has a weird feeling in his chest

"...I think we need to check on Simon"

Nadia runs towards the stairs

Oliver flashes his lantern against the window to alert Ángel and runs as well

#i had a vague idea on how to do this scene but wasnt really sure how to actually do it so #you got polled #anyways here's the results of that :)#detective beebo #thats all for today! things go down tomorrow!

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random-writerings · 4 months

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Touch Me (Til I Find Myself) ~ Chapter 8

Word Count: 4.1k

Masterlist // AO3

Kris picked up another box of supplies, carrying it to the cargo bay door. She was helping the surviving Believers evacuate to a nearby system of caves so they could wait out the coming gravity storm.

The rest of the team were fixing up the command centre, trying to get Zephyr One airborne again. Kris was not a technical person, and so she opted for evac duty. Deke was helping her as well, having been told by May to ‘make himself useful’.

Kris opened another crate, checking inside to see it was full of medical supplies. As she was about to close it up again, she hesitated. She pulled out one of the boxes and called over to Deke.

“Hey, take this. For your head.”

She tossed him the box, and he caught it clumsily.

“Thanks.”

One of the True Believers approached her, pulling down her head covering.

“We need tools. Wrenches, hammers, that sort of stuff.”

“Okay, where would I find that?” Kris asked.

“In the old supply room, by the cells.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Kris saw Deke freeze. “Yeah, alright. I’ll go grab them.”

The woman nodded and picked up the medical crate. Kris turned and made her way through the Zephyr, trying her best to avoid the people rushing about.

The old supply room was quiet. It had pretty much been cleaned out, save for a few boxes. She began searching for one containing tools, pointedly ignoring Voss.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Voss asked. “In the footage, I mean.”

Kris’ hands stilled. She had been keeping herself busy with the evacuation, trying to forget about what she had seen. She took a breath then continued on searching, still ignoring him.

“Come on, you not even gonna talk to me?” he taunted her.

“Shut up,” Kris replied, not looking away from her task. “I don’t talk to traitors.”

“I’m no traitor, sweetheart.” The nickname made her skin crawl. “I was just tryna defend myself. Owen was distracted, too wrapped up in the prophecy nonsense. He forgot the real mission: kicking those Blues off our planet.”

“So that justifies killing him?” Kris snapped, spinning around to face him. “You have no right to call yourself a True Believer in S.H.I.E.L.D.; you have no right to align yourself with us. You betrayed everything S.H.I.E.L.D. stands for. You killed one of your own, a teammate, a friend. Not only that, you took away the last of Deke’s family. You’re despicable.” She glared at him.

“You have no idea what it was like.” Voss stood up, his voice getting louder as he towered over her on the other side of the cage. “Living in the Lighthouse. It sucks out your soul. Of course people lost faith in S.H.I.E.L.D. and decided to take matters into their own hands. We had to defend ourselves.”

“I do know what it’s like,” Kris snarled. “I know what it’s like to be completely helpless, to be entirely at someone else’s mercy while they hurt you – torture you. I never gave up hope. I knew S.H.I.E.L.D. would come for me because that’s what they do. What we do. We help people in need and we never, ever abandon our teammates. That’s what separates us from our enemies; that’s what makes us the good guys. You’ve lost sight of that.” She shook her head. “Anyone who turns on their own is a coward. You’re a coward.”

She angrily picked up the box she had been looking for and stormed out, not seeing Deke lurking in the shadows nearby.

~~~

She gave the box of tools to the Believers, her blood still boiling. She ran a hand through her hair, wincing slightly when her fingers pulled on the knots.

She wandered over to the door, poking her head outside. The gravity storm was getting worse.

She passed some crates of rations out to the Believers, then headed up to the command centre.

Coulson looked up from the main console as she walked in.

“All good, sir. Most of the Believers have evacuated, and all the supplies they need are safe in the caves. Now, they’re just removing extras, in case of an emergency.”

“Good work,” Coulson praised her.

The Zephyr shook violently as something fell from the sky, debris colliding with the hull. The team were thrown off balance, steadying themselves on anything they could reach.

“I think that was a hospital,” Daisy commented.

“Is this your first time having a building dropped on you?” Enoch asked indifferently.

“No,” May snapped.

Jeffery Mace’s face swam before Kris’ eyes. No, she really didn’t need to be reminded of that right now. Luckily, she was distracted by the main control panel powering up. Coulson and Daisy rushed over, examining the screens.

“Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,” Daisy mumbled.

Kris heard footsteps approaching and turned to see Deke striding into the room. Apparently, after Kris had left the cargo bay, Coulson had given Deke a gun and left it up to him to decide what to do with Voss.

“You were gone a long time,” Coulson noted. “Is Voss still among us?”

“He knows stuff we don’t. I thought … we might still need him,” Deke replied. “Besides, I’m not going to sink to his level. People don’t turn on their own at S.H.I.E.L.D., right?” His gaze flickered to Kris for a brief moment, and she wondered if he had overheard her speaking to Voss. She didn’t have time to think it over as May’s voice caught her attention.

“Ha! Yes!”

Kris turned to see the cockpit lit up. Okay, it seemed like they were making progress.

Fitzsimmons ran in, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Are the engines good to go?” Coulson asked.

“In theory,” Jemma replied. “But, sir, we found something.”

“Zephyr One’s been upgraded significantly,” Fitz continued.

Another piece of debris hit the plane, throwing everyone around the room again. Deke and Kris crashed into a pile of hard plastic crates. Kris hissed as her arm connected with one of the sharp corners, rubbing it as she regained her balance.

“Will those upgrades help us take off?” Coulson asked.

“Uh, well, no –” Fitz stuttered, but he was interrupted by Coulson.

“Because it’s time to fly. May!” Coulson walked over to the cockpit.

“Okay. Once we have ignition, be ready to lift the ground anchors.” May settled into the pilot’s seat, flipping switches above her head. Coulson took up his position by the anchors button, and May nodded. “Here we go.”

The engines whirred to life as the team gathered around the main console, holding on tight. Without warning, electricity crackled, and sparks flew down from above them. Kris jumped back to avoid them, bumping into Deke as she did.

“Oh, come on.” Fitz sighed.

“Talk to me, Fitz,” Coulson called.

“Well, the engines just blew out, so we can’t take off.” Fitz hung his head, eyes screwed shut.

“As was previously advised, we should now evacuate to the caves,” Enoch spoke up. “I’ll go first.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and made to stand up, but the Zephyr was rocked by yet another collision.

“Shut up!” Kris yelled at him. “You’re not helping.”

“Maybe he’s right,” Fitz suggested. “With the engines gone, we can’t fly to the Lighthouse.”

“Kris,” Coulson addressed her. “Finish off the evacuation. We’ll see what we can do here.”

“Sir,” Kris acknowledged, nodding. She left the command centre, heading back to the cargo bay. She noticed Deke following her and turned her head to him, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“I’m not going to be much help up there.” He shrugged.

It was a bumpy journey to the cargo bay, but they made it. Kris ordered the Believers around, urging them to get to safety. She and Deke packed bags with whatever supplies they could find, shoving them at people as they left the Zephyr.

“Fletcher!” someone called over the noise.

Both Kris and a Believer turned their heads to the man who shouted. They exchanged a surprised glance.

“Can I help you?” the other guy asked her.

Kris frowned. “Sorry, I thought he was talking to me.”

“Why would he …?” The man trailed off, looking her up and down. “Kris Fletcher?”

Kris sighed, exasperated. “Okay, you’re the fourth person I’ve met who knows who I am. It’s getting a bit weird now.”

“Yeah, I can imagine. Coming to the future where you’re famous for dying … I get how that can be weird.”

Kris didn’t really know how to reply to that. “Thanks?”

The man, the other Fletcher, was about to leave with his friend when he turned back to Kris. “We’re not related, by the way. Just in case you were wondering.”

“I wasn’t. But, good to know.”

Kris furrowed her brow and kept working. She wasn’t surprised that they weren't related – he did have an American accent, after all. And anyway, it wasn’t like S.H.I.E.L.D. was a Fletcher family business; she doubted any of her relatives had even heard of it before the Avengers had saved New York.

“Strange coincidence, huh?” Deke commented.

Kris shrugged. “Fletcher is a fairly common surname.”

“Would be crazy if you guys had living relatives though. I mean, some of you survived the end of the world, so it’s not impossible. But, still, the chances are incredibly small –”

Deke was cut off by the Zephyr shaking again. Kris stumbled back, grabbing the heap of bundled blankets they were using as a makeshift table to avoid falling down.

“Alright, time’s up,” Deke announced, giving another bag to someone. “Move out.”

“Go on, go,” Kris urged them, holding the door open for them against the harsh winds outside. Daisy appeared from around a corner, securing some sacks to the wall.

“Finally starting to get a hang of this whole good-guy thing,” she addressed Deke.

“Yeah, just in time for the sky to fall and kill us all,” Deke panted, packing another bag. “Perfect timing, Deke.”

Kris tossed Daisy a bag, and she got to work too.

“What makes you say that?” Deke asked Daisy after a pause.

“Voss,” Daisy replied simply. “You let him live.”

Deke sighed. “Doesn’t mean I’m good. Maybe I’m just spineless.”

“Killing is never the better option,” Daisy advised.

“If it can prevent more pain, maybe.” Deke shrugged.

“That’s not a road you want to go down,” Kris interjected. “Too many tragedies have been allowed to happen because of that kind of mindset.”

“Come on, I’m sure you’ve done it.” Deke glanced between them.

“We try not to,” Kris replied while Daisy stayed silent. Deke grabbed a blanket from on top of a pile of bags and stumbled back to the makeshift table.

“My dad could be very violent, but only when he needed to be,” Deke explained. “You learn that in the Lighthouse. A life spent, a life earned.”

Kris shuddered. “That’s a horrible phrase.”

“Never a life saved?” Daisy asked.

“That’s my point,” Deke continued. “Shouldn’t I be able to pull the trigger if I think that person could do more harm?”

“Not necessarily,” Kris protested. “That’s what prison is for. We capture, not kill. If someone is capable of doing more harm, we keep them away from other people. Killing is not the go-to.”

“Besides,” Daisy added, “I don’t think Voss is a threat to anyone but me.”

Deke glanced between them again, considering. “Right. No, you’re right.”

Then he walked away, a couple of bags in hand. Kris followed him, both of them handing out bags to the people evacuating.

“Look, it’s not that I disagree with you, exactly,” Kris admitted. “Pulling the trigger definitely has a time and a place. But it should never be the first option; imprisonment should come first. Only if that doesn’t work, then maybe a more permanent solution should be considered. But, if you have the power of life and death over others, you need to exercise caution and restraint.”

Deke shot her a curious look. “Never thought you’d actually agree with me about something.”

“That’s just my opinion.” Kris shrugged. “Ask anyone on the team, and they’ll give you a different one. It is a rather controversial topic.”

“So, even S.H.I.E.L.D. agents have disagreements. Good to know.” Deke turned to address the survivors. “Get as far into the caves as possible. We’re right behind you.”

They moved away from the door, letting people leave. Over the sound of the wind, they could make out Voss talking to Coulson. Kris approached them, wary of Coulson being alone with Voss.

“... You seem to be just fine with the continents you’ll let die,” Voss spat. His gaze moved behind Kris, where Deke was standing.

“What makes you certain that we cause it?” Coulson asked.

“History,” Voss replied, his eyes not leaving Deke. “There was a light from the sky. Aliens is what I heard. S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to stop it but failed. Brought hell to Earth.”

“Yeah right,” Kris scoffed. “Where’d you hear that, a shitty sci-fi movie?”

“As cryptic prophecies go, you’d give Robin a run for her money,” Coulson added sarcastically.

Voss stepped closer to Coulson. “That was from her.” Kris felt her stomach twist. “She said that was the start, and then your girl finished it. Sadly, you’ll see for yourself.” Voss smiled smugly.

The Zephyr was hit again, the metal hull creaking.

“We need to go!” Deke yelled, grabbing Voss and leading him away.

Kris and Coulson stared at each other.

“Would have been helpful if he told us that sooner,” Kris muttered. “I didn’t see anything about a light from the sky in the archive files.”

“So he could be lying,” Coulson mused. “We’ll keep it in mind, just in case.”

Kris nodded and they rejoined Deke as he shoved Voss towards the door.

“Now’s the time, Deke,” Coulson said. “You should go too.”

Kris picked up a forgotten bag and offered it to him. “The storm’s getting worse. Go while you still can.”

He stared at the bag, then at the open door. He looked back at the bag, then up at Kris. “No, I’ve come this far. I need to see it through.”

~~~

They made it back to the command centre, the wind howling outside. It was getting harder to stay standing with the amount of debris shaking the aircraft.

“Almost everyone else is gone!” Coulson announced to the others. “Let’s move!”

May picked up a bag from the cockpit, almost dropping the wooden robin that had belonged to Robin Hinton. Time seemed to slow down as the robin stayed suspended in the air. Kris had forgotten this wasn’t a regular storm – this was a gravity storm. She wasn’t exactly clear on what that meant, but obviously it caused the strength of gravity to change. The robin dropped to the ground. Then Jemma spoke up.

“Cut the anchors.”

Everyone stared at her in disbelief.

“Did she hit her head?” Deke asked, holding on to a pile of crates for support.

“Cut the ground anchors,” Jemma repeated. “Let a gravity wave take us. That’s how we get in the air.”

“We can’t fly without engines!” May protested.

“Maybe we don’t have to.” Jemma was smiling now, clearly coming up with some plan the others didn’t understand.

“Simmons!” Coulson called to her, wanting an explanation.

“The upgrades … Zephyr One has Reaction Control System thrusters, meaning capable of manoeuvring in space.” Jemma spoke so quickly she was almost tripping over her words.

“If we could get high enough,” Fitz added, catching on to Jemma’s train of thought, “we could break through Earth’s diminished gravity. We could fly in space straight to the Lighthouse.”

“Yeah,” Jemma confirmed, still smiling.

“No, right?” Deke shouted over the noise. “That’s a bad idea, right? Could that actually work?”

Fitzsimmons turned to each other.

“Assuming we don’t get crushed by debris …” Fitz said.

“Slammed back into the ground …” Jemma continued.

“Or our thrusters don’t run out of power …”

“It’s back to the void …” They fistbumped. “We’re in!”

“Same,” Daisy agreed with them.

“I used to be really good at self-preservation,” Deke groaned.

Kris grinned at him. “Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“May, can you pilot us through a gravity storm?” Coulson called to her.

She didn’t reply, just gave him a withering look. Daisy smirked.

“Another mom face,” she joked.

“You can do this,” Coulson assured May. “We can do this.”

“Yeah,” Jemma affirmed.

Fitzsimmons ordered the team around, telling them how to make the preparations for the flight. The Zephyr was now shaking constantly, making it difficult to do anything. A piece of a wall panel broke off, smacking Coulson on the head. He grunted in pain and Daisy rushed over to him.

“Woah, yikes,” Deke commented. “That is definitely gonna get infected.”

Daisy and Coulson shot exasperated looks at him.

“You okay?” Daisy asked Coulson, ignoring Deke’s comment completely.

“I’ve been worse,” Coulson replied, clutching his head. “But I’ve been better too.”

“As the gravitational forces accelerate, our chances of implosion are rapidly increased,” Enoch said casually.

Coulson sat down next to him, buckling his seatbelt.

“Tell me your primary function again,” May demanded as she passed by.

“To observe and record the evolution of your species,” Enoch answered her.

“More observing, less sharing,” May ordered him. Kris smirked – May had said it much more politely than she would have.

“Thrusters and artificial gravity are ready!” Fitz called out as he and Jemma sat down. “We’ll have about ten minutes of power to both!”

“Don’t fire the thrusters until we’re at the very edge of the atmosphere or we will certainly die!” Jemma added.

Deke, Daisy, and Kris rushed to their seats, hurriedly securing their seatbelts.

“Well that’s comforting,” Deke mumbled.

“Great!” May sighed. “Everybody buckle in!”

Kris finished with the complicated buckles on her belt and sat back, preparing for the inevitably bumpy take-off.

A panel in the cockpit beeped. May slammed her hand against it.

“No! The anchors won’t release!”

“What?” Coulson asked.

“The anchors are stuck. We can’t lift off.”

“I’m on it!” Daisy yelled, unbuckling her belt.

She hurried off, back down to the cargo bay to manually release the anchors. Suddenly, Deke slipped out of his seatbelt too, following her.

“Hey, wait a minute!” Kris tried to grab his arm but he was just out of reach. She started to remove her own seatbelt but the Zephyr shook violently again. She gripped her seatbelt tightly as a wave of nausea washed over her. Kris decided to stay where she was – Daisy could handle this.

A few minutes later, Kris’ stomach lurched as the Zephyr was lifted off the ground and hurled into the air. The aircraft spun around wildly, rising and falling rapidly as the powerful winds buffeted it around.

Things around the command centre started floating around. Kris could feel her own body becoming weightless, the only thing keeping her in place was her seatbelt.

Sparks flew next to Fitzsimmons as the room rumbled. Kris’ stomach churned and she fought the urge to vomit.

“May!” Fitz shouted. “Hit the gravity!”

May flipped a switch and everything dropped to the ground again. The weightless feeling disappeared and Kris felt slightly less sick. Only slightly.

Thunder rumbled deeply around them and lightning flashed across the sky. Turning on the artificial gravity hadn’t made the turbulence any better.

“If I had a stomach, the vomiting would begin now,” Enoch commented.

“I’m really trying not to think about it,” Kris replied.

“Thrusters?” Coulson yelled. “Talk to me, Fitz!”

More sparks rained on them. “We’re not high enough yet!” Fitz answered.

The team grunted as more strong turbulence threw them about.

“This was a terrible idea! I’m sorry!” Jemma shouted.

“Well, no going back now!” Kris yelled back. “Just hold on!”

The Zephyr was launched further into the air. But now, it wasn’t grey clouds and tornadoes outside the window, it was inky blackness dotted with stars.

“Now?” May asked.

“Now!” Fitz confirmed.

May flipped a few switches and the thrusters began to fire, turning the Zephyr upright again. The rumbling and shaking stopped. The team looked around, apprehensive of this sudden calmness. When the stability seemed to be lasting, they all breathed sighs of relief.

“A sound plan, indeed,” Enoch said. If Kris didn’t know any better, she would say he sounded impressed.

Coulson unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. He exchanged a glance with May, smiling at her. There was a softness in his eyes that Kris hadn’t seen before. Well, that wasn’t quite true – she had seen it before, but it only appeared when he looked at May.

Kris, her stomach now settled, stood up and joined May in the cockpit. They stared at the stars together, grateful that they survived.

“Thank you,” Kris whispered.

“I didn’t do much,” May brushed her off.

“You got us out of there safely. You saved our lives. Thank you.” Kris smiled at her former S.O.

Daisy and Deke returned, drawing their attention away from the front window.

“You took a while,” Coulson said.

“You’ll never guess who snuck onboard.” Daisy put her hands on her hips, panting slightly. “Sinara.”

“Shit,” Kris mumbled. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. She won’t be bothering us anymore.” There was a finality in Daisy’s voice, suggesting Sinara was gone for good. Kris didn’t rejoice in anyone’s death but it was a relief to know Sinara wasn’t hunting them anymore.

Daisy joined Kris and May in the cockpit and reached for the radio.

“Mack, Yo-Yo, do you copy?”

But all she got was static. She tried again as Coulson joined them. Kris caught Fitzsimmons frantically whispering amongst themselves and walked over to them.

“What’s up?”

“This piece of the monolith isn’t enough to get us home,” Jemma explained.

“It looks like we’ll have to break it,” Fitz added.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Deke blurted out. “You can’t do that. I – I won’t let you do that.”

He snatched the monolith shard from them, holding it close to his chest protectively.

“It's just a rock.” Kris frowned. “What’s it to you?”

“Oh, nothing.” Deke shrugged. “Apart from the only family heirloom I have. You’re not breaking this. End of discussion.”

“What do you mean?” Jemma asked.

“The Believers who kept this thing safe over the years were my parents,” Deke explained. “It originally belonged to my mom, given to her by her parents. My dad never let it out of his sight after she was killed. That’s how I knew Voss had killed him.”

“So, your dad built the machine and your mum’s family protected the monolith?” Kris exchanged a glance with Fitzsimmons. “Sounds like they were important to the cause.”

Deke shrugged. “I dunno. I mean, I guess. Everyone knew them, but then again, everybody knows everybody in the Lighthouse.”

“Look, we still need to break it. Otherwise, we don’t get home and all this will have been for nothing,” Fitz said.

Deke was still hesitant. Kris put her hand on his arm. “I know it’s important to you, but at the end of the day, it comes down to saving the shard or saving the world.”

Deke sighed a long-suffering sigh. “Well, when you put it like that.” He paused. “At least let me be the one to do it.”

The three of them nodded.

As Daisy continued to try and reach Mack and Yo-Yo, Deke hovered a hammer over a metal wedge. He almost brought it down a number of times but stopped before striking the tool.

“Really?” he asked, grimacing. “It is a family heirloom.”

“That we need in two places at once,” Jemma explained again. Kris was unsure how she was staying so patient with Deke. Patience seemed to be Jemma’s superpower.

Fitz, on the other hand, was visibly losing his cool. He silently directed Deke’s hand back onto the rock, obviously biting back some sarcastic comment. As Deke was about to hit the shard, they heard Mack’s voice over the radio.

“Tremors? Thank god! You all still in one piece?”

The whole team turned their attention to the radio. Kris sighed in relief, smiling, glad that he was okay.

“More or less,” Daisy replied. “It’s good to hear your voice.”

Daisy passed the radio to Coulson.

“Mack, we’re on our way to you. Do you have Flint?”

“Yes, we do. You got a plan?”

Daisy and Coulson exchanged a glance. Coulson raised the radio again and began to explain their plan.

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zahroreadsthings · 8 months

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Going home...

Question: What do you do?

Response: Ask Deema if she might know about the sigils.

Check notes for previous instalments

The conversation between the three of you dies down as quickly as it began, and no-one seems to have anything to say to pick it back up.

You decide to pack it up and head back home - everyone looks too engrossed in their conversations for you to join in now, and you want to ask Deema about the sigil Sol showed you. It's not one you've come across before.

'I think I'll head home.' On an impulse you say, 'Sol, where can I find you tomorrow?'

'Oh, uh. I can meet you outside mid-morning? If you want to we can meet earlier. But I want to sleep in.'

'Actually. I think I want to sleep in too.' You probably won't, but the thought's nice. 'Where do I -' You point to your plate.

Sol takes it off your knee. 'I've got it. See you tomorrow!'

You wave your new friends off and leave.

On the way back home you say to Reginald, 'I forgot to ask for the other person's name.'

He doesn't move.

Deema's unexpectedly awake, sitting close to the fire and with a book open on her lap.

'Evening.'

She grunts.

'I met some more witches.' You decide to go straight to the point. 'Do you know what the reverse wind sigil looks like?'

'You know what it is. It's all over your jacket,' Deema says without looking up.

'Nah, a different one. The guy I was talking to said it was a proper one that sucks air in.'

'That doesn't exist,' she mutters with an eye roll.

'It's true, they made it for a lighthouse -'

'They're exaggerating.'

You remember what everyone said about this place being out of the loop. 'I'm meeting him tomorrow, I can -'

'Yes, get a copy of it,' Deema snaps.

'That was the plan.' You leave Deema to stew in her annoyance and get ready for bed.

#polls #cyoa

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xythlia · 9 months

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For the ask game: #12, 13, and 21? 💙

ooohhh i can't wait to be a hater ^⁠_⁠^

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

asmo without a doubt. when it comes to him a lot of the fandom generally writes him off a sex pest under the guise of "he just makes me uncomfortable" which is valid to a point, but most ppl don't wanna sit with or examine why a character with his specific traits would make them uncomfortable to begin with. and they don't wanna do that because a lot of the time it would mean acknowledging things like how ppl who present like asmo irl are treated within the queer community (esp if they're not thin/white/conventionally attractive but still share his traits yk) & straight women specifically having to acknowledge the way they tokenify ppl like asmo/characters like him across media & irl. they enjoy the "pet gay" thing & generally dislike being challenged on why that's not actually ally behavior. asmos a good example of that "yas queen" token queer person groups of het women like to parade around like show dogs. asmo also resonated with me as someone who's experienced hypersexuality & exploiting myself for scraps of attention bc I thought that's all love or affection was, or rather it was the only kind of love or affection I'd ever be worth receiving. he makes me feel weirdly understood in that way, and that's why he's actually so close to my heart.

13. worst blorboficiation

mammon. like we've gotta be real w ourselves he does suck actually he acts like an asshole pretty consistently to his brothers & ppl treat it like they have no right to get incredibly angry over it but honestly if my irl brother stole my credit card and racked up insane amounts of debt for me or consistently roped me into some scheme that reads like a rube goldberg machine I'd probably consider killing him for at least a solid ten minutes. also him sucking is actually pretty important to his development, he starts to improve somewhat with mcs presence & advice/direction. like that's really really important actually

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

Lucifer's sexymanification via his canon sadist reputation. yes he's fucking scary powerful demon that also makes me salivate thinking about him playing tetris with my guts but he's also WEIRD. this is the guy who likes fucked up vinyls & cursed objects & wears the fucking church loafer 3000's & has way too much stress in his unending life of course he's gonna be weird as shit. any person irl with even a fraction of that amount of stress starts behaving like the characters from the lighthouse let him be odd & say odd shit

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buttercuparry · 28 days

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Thoughts about S2 :

Victor is my fav but I'm afraid they will kill him

Randall the fucking Conspiracy theorist can just suck my imaginary dick *pardon my language*

Jade god damn it just think before you speeeeak and buy yourself some Empathy™

Sara I misjudged you

Elgin u are my second fav don't die

slowwwwer season I prefer the 1 , also because the supernatural layers became a looooot but without any sense. I preferred it when it was about clues and they were going somewhere, here it seemed a bit too much with the dream dimension. You cannot establish rules and change all rules on the go

If Fatima's baby is a monster I riot

Ellis scared me I thought he would be dead by now

If we were in my nightmares omg it would be frogs everywhere and moths for u T_T brrrrrr

Not a fan of new characters in general

I would ship Sara and Kenny if they had not screwed that

Tilly is scary as fuck I never trust a granny in horror movies I have seen the visit

god damn it, Christopher!

Jimbojim is the stupidest guy in town ding dong new flash

Tabitha - Jade - Victor = my golden trio

Ethan : annoying kid in horror movie - video game trope

They will not need that much food with the pace they all die

Jade god damn it give back that bike

I miss Hot!Priest

It doesn't change anything to put Tabi out of the equation, it just feels like a potiential end if they had no budget for S3

Victor, my boy. He is trapped in that town since he was a kid, but it is also his home. He lost his mom, his sister, but he is trying, he is trying as he did but failed all those years ago. And people think that he has something wrong with him but he is trapped in his memories- but he forgets and so he draws and it is all so heartbreaking.

Randall can go fuck himself.

Jade is an asshole, selfish fucking prick, but I love him and he screams at haunted dolls and wears kitty t-shirts and has hallucinations of soldiers and dead men :3

Sara is the tortured oracle but she did pull a knife on a kid, following the instructions of those voices and I know being trapped in a town that won't let you leave will make you desperate but yeah...i haven't been able to look past that.

(She is desperately trying to make up for it and she feels so guilty and so much pain...maybe next season I will warm up to her again)

Elgin may you have the strongest plot armour.

Yeah totally, season 1 was more structured. I think in trying to mount horrors upon horrors, they over did it. It could have been the night creatures + something about the dream dimension. Or night creatures + the mystery of the forest. But they went creatures + lighthouse+ radio + dreams + ballerina + dolls and + and + and + and +....

It didn't really settle. Hoping season 3 would be better.

Prayer circle around Fatima. Let her AMD Ellis and their baby be happy.

Amelie please don't talk about moths being everywhere omg. Omg. OMG! OMGGGGGGH!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I knew the moment they had another paramedic on the bus, that she would know Sara somehow. That she might even be her lover!

I don't know if I remember Tilly...

Jim is truly so stupid. Like ugh ugh...and the way he got led by Randall! UGH

YES! TABITHA-JADE-VICTOR!

Ethan is that special kid from every horror movie. He has got that something the forest wants!

Hot priest you were gone too soon and left behind your husband Boyd :(

I don't think they have put Tabitha out. In Tabs may now get to move around in the world and research why and where she got stuck with her family and how is it she got out. She isn't just going to sit around while her kids are still trapped!

#from mgm

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Your blog is my my favourite after work stress relief! Can I request joker sending reader to get some DNA from batman so he can find out his true identity and maybe they kiss and joker isn't happy at all?

His Lighthouse: A Little Favor (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

A Little Favor - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi anon!!! 🖤✨

August 10th! I've sat on this ask for... good Lordt. I don't do well with taking breaks but slowly but surely I’m cleaning out my ask inbox! Progress. Anyhoo! I combined this wonderful request with this one! I hope everyone enjoys this oneshot as I continue to rest up my hand. The next chapter will probably be updated next month.

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At the end of the day, you had to understand that this was Joker's idea.

He fabricated this crazy idea and dragged you into it. Naturally, it quickly spiraled out of control and yet, it was still his idea.

Joker had no right to be mad at you. You did what was asked of you, although his reaction to it all still hurt. Should you have known getting DNA from Batman would be the catalyst for you and Joker's first fight, you would have said no when he asked you.

At the time it was a far fetched request, it still was, but you saw how much it meant to Joker.

He was stressed out for days trying to orchestrate some outrageous plan with no results so far. He wanted something new and original to annoy Batman with and no run of the mill tactic would do.

Nothing was worse than watching Joker try and scheme and not come up with any ideas. Joker quickly became irritable and moody even towards you.

You tried offering hugs or encouraging kisses but he shrugged you off and continued working on his schemes and useless intel as if they held the answer. You were hurt about being pushed away but decided to work on your work far away from Joker and his bummy attitude.

You were honestly getting fed up with the cold shoulder treatment until Joker literally popped up out of nowhere with an eerie grin on his face. "Bunnnnnnyyyyyy, can ya do me a lit-le favor?"

His cajoling voice should have warned you. It was manipulative and sickly sweet, but it was the only source of attention Joker gave you in days– so you paid it no mind and sucked up his attention like a sponge.

Joker knew you had separation anxiety. He iced you out on purpose knowing you'd do anything for his attention. And Joker wanted you desperate enough to do anything.

What he was about to ask you was no easy task.

"Y-You want me to w-what?" Surely, you heard him incorrectly but Joker just grinned and kissed both of your cheeks, your eyelids, and finally your nose.

He was being too affectionate but it didn't dawn on you at the time.

"Aht aht, you heard me correctly, doll. I want yooooouuu, to, uhh, get D-N-A from my dear friend Batsy." He said it like it was the easiest thing in the world. You weren't sure if he was serious or not.

"B-But how?! I mean, I know the guy– we're on speaking terms," you missed Joker's jaw clenching. "But that won't help me get.. Joker, do you know what you're asking me to do?!"

He did. Joker thought you were the perfect candidate for this job.

You were an innocent civilian and the caped crusader would never suspect someone like you to be up to any nefarious deeds. You could outsmart a fox with your wit and rob someone blind with that smile of yours.

You were perfect for the job. It didn't matter if you succeeded or not, in fact; Joker expected you would fail but he still wanted you to try. There was more to this insane scheme than just getting a sample of DNA, but you didn't need to worry yourself over the details.

"Y/n.. Bunny. Sweetheart! Look at me." He waited until you did and rubbed your pouting lower lip with his thumb, "M'not askin for much. A napkin with some sweat on it, a swab of uhhh, saliva, ideally a piece of hair! It's. Not. That. Hard. Y/n. Do anything it takes. Butttt, don't fail."

During his speech Joker's tone became dark and you knew he was getting serious. It wasn't a request, this was an order.

You still were unsure but you didn't want J upset with you! He trusted you with this task and even though you were underqualified, you'd try your best!

One look into his dark jade eyes made you cave in.

"O-Okay..." You mumbled.

Joker gasped and hugged you close. He then showered your face with kisses and soft, "That's my girl! Thank you, Bunny!" into your ear.

Each little praise made you feel sick to your stomach. Just what did you agree to?

The next day you were a ball of nerves. Joker left a little after lunchtime, leaving you alone with your doubts.

What if you failed? What if you got caught? Should you seriously go through with this?

You were already an accessory by helping Joker with whatever plan he cooked up this week. Although the role was small, you could face some serious jail time– as if harboring a fugitive wasn't already a serious offense. That thought sent you down another spiral. What if Batman figured that out and arrested you? This was a big risk you were taking.

"Okay, Y/n calm down. You're overthinking things. Just stick to your plan, you got this." You psyched yourself up and headed out the door.

Gotham City was full of crime and even busier people.

You usually kept your head down and stayed out of trouble, but tonight, you wanted trouble to find you. The quicker something happened, the quicker the possibility of Batman swooping in to save the day could happen.

Now, you understood that Gotham was a huge place. The population was well over ten million and stretched out between three connecting islands. The probability of Batman coming to save you was negative zero. He had far more important things to do than save a random citizen from petty crime.

However; there was a zero chance of you running into Joker all those months ago when he first escaped, yet here you are. Dating a wanted criminal.

Anything could happen so you applied the same principle to Batman saving you. You sighed to yourself and waited for the walk sign to turn green.

The plan was to get mugged– an easy objective in this wretched city– or be a witness to something bigger. Nothing too violent or dangerous but high profile enough to warrant the bat's attention. It was only eight pm so you had all night to run into the Dark Knight and begin your actual mission.

But first, you needed a bite to eat. Your nerves were shot so you headed over to a nearby corner store that sold hot food. You'd kill for a birria taco right about now.

Joker promised that you would have extra security tonight and that nothing would happen to you on their watch. All you had to do was lure Batman out, get a sample, and book it back to your apartment.

If only things in life went as planned. While you were walking across the street, two men dressed in black nodded to themselves and followed. Around the corner, your security detail got distracted by a rival gang and started a fight, leaving you alone and without backup.

The store's bell chimed when you walked in. The smell of beef and spicy peppers hit you instantly and made your stomach cry out in glee. Rows and rows of convenient food and drinks were inside the store but you ignored it all to head over towards the hot food section. Javi spotted you coming and greeted you warmly.

Javi and his wife treated you like family since you were a regular at their store. You were always polite, a great tipper, and you respect your elders.

Iliana wanted you to join the family for real and matched you with her nephew but you weren't interested and neither was since he stood you up on the first date. You smiled fondly and cast the memory aside. You were happy with Joker even if things recently were a little rocky at present.

You came to a stop near Javi's counter with a heavy sigh. Javi already knew your order and began to prepare it.

"Dang, at least let me pretend to order!" You laughed.

He waved you off. "I know what my hija wants. Birria taco, jalapenos on the side, extra cheese, with four limas, no?"

He laughed at you feying offense. "You ain't gotta call me out like that.. but yes."

Two men bursting into the store carrying guns interrupted the playful banter. Your pension for trouble was impeccable. The night had just begun and already you found yourself in a pickle.

A gun was pointed at Javi's head as a robber demanded the money from both cashiers. Javi started speaking Spanish to stall but paid the price with a punch to the face. Thankfully he was able to hit the panic button as he fell.

"Javi!" You cried out his name as the other thug walked up behind you. He eyed you up and down with a lecherous grin.

A few patrons tried to make a run for it and were riddled with bullets. A hand covered your mouth and yanked you back into a chest before you could scream.

"It would be a shame if I blew your head off. D__n, you fine." You felt the gun dig into your temple followed by a wet kiss trailing down your neck.

The two men quickly took control of the store and then it was just you and Javi in a sticky situation.

Where was your security detail at a time like this?! You blinked back tears as minutes dragged on in a state of dread.

You were forced to watch as Javi was ordered to empty out his cash registers. Thank goodness Iliana wasn't working tonight, the woman had quite the temper and would've been shot if she opened her smart mouth. You on the other hand was smart enough to keep quiet even as the robber got handsy with you. Javi didn't like that one bit but staying calm was the only logical thing to do in this situation.

He locked eyes with you when you whimpered. "It'll be alright, Y/n. Focus on me." You nodded and tried to ignore the stranger groping your body.

"QUIT STALLIN' OLD MAN!" Javi was hit again and forced to empty the drawers faster.

You flinched away from your captor when he nuzzled your neck. "Y/n, that's a pretty name.. Hey whatcha doing later? Wanna come with me?"

Was this man, the same one holding you gunpoint, asking you out? You had no comment and shuddered in disgust when he sucked on your neck harder and humped your leg as his partner did all the work.

Javi tried to reason with the thugs to let you go, but you knew this wouldn't end well.

For starters, neither of them wore any masks. And two, the robber already had his gun raised to shoot Javi when the lights suddenly went out. The store was plunged into darkness and the two goons were immediately spooked. "What the... who turned off the lights?!"

"Ion know man but I don't like it." The gun pressed to your temple wavered.

Then you heard it. Soft footsteps to your left.

A whooshing sound was heard and then you were pushed away from your captor. Since you had good night vision (all thanks to Joker and his love for the dark) you watched a shadow darker than the night fight off the two robbers.

Batman actually showed up. You were relieved yet curious. Weren't store robberies beneath him?

The fight hardly lasted a minute when the lights were turned back on. The convenient store was secure and you looked around at the aftermath in awe. Two robbers were lying on the floor in pain, a few dead bodies were near the door, and Javi was lying unconscious behind the food counter.

You were the only one left standing as Batman secured the store. You didn't want to follow through with your mission— I mean the man just saved you, but this was your only chance. The Dark Knight looked everything over once more before locking eyes with you.

His footsteps barely made a sound as he approached.

"Are you alright?" His modified voice sent shivers down your spine. It sounded familiar yet so foreign, but this was a friend. You weren't afraid of Batman.

You were however in shock. Getting a sample of his DNA sounded plausible in theory but now as he stood before you, you were humbled real quick.

"Y/n? Did he hurt you?" Batman asked again and reached out to touch your elbow.

You didn't know you were shaking until you collapsed into his arms with a wet sob.

The only sound in the store was your muffled cries. Joker broke his promise and your security detail failed to do their job. You were held at gunpoint and a random man put his hands on you. You could only imagine what Joker would do once he found out. Just thinking about him made you tense up in Batman's arms.

Somehow you had to get DNA from your savior. Your e/c eyes shot up to Batman's concerned ones. They were a lovely shade of blue unlike you've ever seen.

"I.... I uh. I'm f-fine." You mumbled.

Batman's eyes squinted and accessed you pensively. He wanted to say more and parted his lips to do so, but the sound of approaching sirens snapped him back to reality.

Batman sighed and was turning to leave when you stopped him, "Wait! I haven't thanked you!"

"Quit getting into trouble and you wouldn't need to thank me."

Good point. You pursed your lips with a scoff. "... Well I can't guarantee that."

Batman spun on his feet and you panicked. He was leaving and you had yet to get anything off the man! Your window of opportunity was closing so you had to think fast.

You thought back to Joker's request. 'A napkin with some sweat on it, a swab of uhhh, saliva, ideally a piece of hair!' You glanced at Batman's retreating form.

His cowl covered his hair and the black Kevlar suit guaranteed that no sweat was accessible to you. Which left....

"Do anything it takes. Butttt, don't fail."

You squeezed your eyes shut. "Bats wait!"

He wasn't supposed to be here. The panic button Javi hit sent a distress call to the GCPD and since Batman was in the area, he decided to check it out.

It was a simple robbery in progress until Batman realized you were inside.

You had a knack for getting into trouble and you were also very easy on the eyes. Nightwing teased Batman about it constantly. You were a weakness to the Caped Crusader. Whenever Batman heard a crime in progress with victims fitting your description, he dropped everything to come save you.

Bruce had a crush on you and he hoped you reciprocated those feelings.

It was the only reason why you batted your eyelashes, took the time to talk to him (like a human being) and thanked him in your own special way whenever he rescued you. It was the reason why he stopped in his tracks and gave you his undivided attention tonight.

There were a million and one things he could be doing right now yet he waited for your next move.

You rushed over, grabbed Batman by the face, and pulled him down for a kiss. He was caught off guard but you were on a mission. You and Batman had kissed in the past; a chase peck here or there, well before you had met Joker, but nothing like today.

Today, you gave it your all.

Your tongue swiped the roof of his mouth and danced with his tongue to collect the highest amount of saliva you could.

You made this kiss count and made sure it was wet and sloppy. Batman held you close with a strong hand on your waist and you tossed away your guilt of infidelity in order to get what your lover wanted.

Do anything it takes, but you would not fail Joker. He could never find out about this though.

The GCPD cruisers finally arrived at the scene and Batman shoved you away. He gave you one last heated gaze before he left the way he came. You watched him go as you dug in your purse for the plastic baggie you had inside.

When you were sure he was gone, you spat inside of it and hid it right as cops stormed into the store.

Javi was coming to and so the interrogation began. Your bag burned hanging by your side. You did the impossible, you actually got DNA from Batman! You just hope it was enough.

The first thing you saw when you returned to the penthouse was Joker pacing in the living room.

The last thing you wanted to do was confront Joker after being interrogated by Jim Gordon and his men all night. Joker pounced on you the second he saw you.

Joker grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you roughly. "WhaT. Happened?!"

He already had an idea on what happened. He got a call from a recon team in the area saying you were taken to GCPD headquarters for questioning after being involved in a robbery.

Despite personally sending you into danger, Joker's heart dropped to his stomach. Were you alright? Did you manage to trick Bats or were you unsuccessful? Judging by your defeated face, it was most likely the latter. The report from his men didn't include details yet you never seemed to surprise him.

"I-I'm okay. Javi and I were held at gunpoint at his corner store tonight. People died so I had to make a statement downtown."

That didn't answer his unspoken question so Joker asked you point blank. "Did you get what I asked for?"

You stared at him in disbelief. Joker was perfectly calm in light of what you just said. "Joker? I said I was held at gunpoint tonight."

J smacked his lips with a shrug. "OK? Did ya get what I uhh asked for?"

You blinked in silence. There was no way this was the Joker you knew and loved.

Possessive and yandere Joker would jump at the opportunity to kill anyone who dared lay a finger on you. Mind the fact you were teary eyed! That alone would have a normal Joker on his knees trying to make you happy again. The man in front of you now was all business so you shoved him away in anger.

Joker looked confused by your actions but you didn't care. You were tired of his attitude.

"You promised me I would be safe tonight but guess what? The exact opposite happened! I almost died!"

"But you didn't." Joker interrupted. Your jaw dropped to the floor and his callous remark. It was the last straw.

You were ready to scream. "Unbelievable. Unbelievable! What is wrong with you?! Is your stupid plan to kill the bat more important than my safety?" You saw Joker open his mouth and you quickly cut him off. "Don't answer that."

His response would only break your heart even more. You shook your head and tried walking past Joker but he yanked you back by your arm.

"I won't ask again, Y/n." He glanced at your satchel. You followed his gaze and grew defensive. So you did the impossible after all. He was impressed. "Hand it over."

"Get your hands off me." You fired back.

You were tired and beyond frustrated with Joker. For an entire week he neglected you and your needs and gave you the cold shoulder for absolutely no reason. Yet when you finally do something for his sorry behind, he's the one that gets an attitude? Tough cookie.

You weren't going for it and he would not get to benefit off of your pain. You almost died to get this D.N.A. Screw Joker and his plans, you weren't giving him anything.

Joker just rolled his eyes at you and ripped your bag off your shoulder. You had no time to stop him, it happened so fast. Perhaps you were more tired than you thought.

He stormed straight to the dining room table and dumped the contents of your bag out on top of it. "Excuse me, what are you doing?!" You yelled at him.

You shuffled behind him as pens, crumpled receipts, your lip balm, wallet, etc. fell out of your bag along with a plastic bag that caught Joker's eye. He turned his nose up at the contents since it was a liquid and clung to the plastic.

He held it up to inspect it more closely. "Do I wanna know what this is?" You took one glance at the clear liquid and then proceeded to look away.

Nothing got past Joker. He was too smart and probably identified the contents already as you remained silent. He was only asking to belittle you and that made you even more mad at him. Joker was insulting you left and right tonight.

He shouted your name to get your attention. There was no reason to lie to the man and you wouldn't be nice about it with the way he was acting.

"What does it look like?" You snipped.

Joker wondered how in the world you got spit from his enemy but focused on the other things like your tone.

"Watch it, Y/n." Joker noticed your closed off demeanor and grew suspicious. "How did you geT it?"

Why did it feel like you were in the principal's office? Joker had what he wanted, there was no need for another interrogation tonight. You already went through three at the police precinct.

Joker could pretend that he didn't care all he wanted but the man put the J in jealousy. You were not going to explain how you got that sample. His foul mood stunk up the room and telling him would only make things worse.

You cleared your throat while scratching the back of your neck. "I'm tired after being held at gunpoint to witnessing a murder, to being questioned over and over by the police. It can really drain a girl... so I'm gonna turn in for the night."

You eyed the time with a grimace. It was almost midnight.

Joker knew what you were doing. He hated when you ran from things. The fact you were, was confirmation that you were hiding something.

"You know I hate, uh, re-peat-ting myself but I'll do it one moooore time. How. Did. You. Get. It?" Each word chilled you to the bone and Joker's aggressive aura had you cowering in your boots.

You had never seen this version of Joker before. He was treating you like you were one of his henchmen. And then it hit you. You were. Joker sent you on an errand and he wanted answers, however; you weren't under his employ and you owned him nothing, especially with how he was treating you.

"It doesn't matter how I got it, Joker. You wanted it, so I got it. Honestly, a thank you would suffice. Now move. I'm tired."

You shoved Joker to the side but in doing so, you presented your neck to his gaze. He zeroed in on the fresh hickey blooming on your shoulder. He was too busy this past week to even talk, let alone touch you. It wasn't his work. And then he knew why you were so fidgety and dodging his questions.

His left eye twitched and he saw red.

You were nearing the hallway when Joker caught up with you. You yelped at his sudden appearance but you weren't expecting him to slam you into the wall and yell in your face.

"Are ya too tired after uh, fooling around with Batsy? Really Y/n? Are ya that desperate for attention you'll let anyone touch you?"

You were insulted until you remembered that one of the robbers left a hickey on you before Batman knocked him out.

You tried to tell Joker this earlier but he wouldn't listen. "J.. that's not.."

His fist collided with the hall next to your head, making you jump. It was too close for comfort.

"Shut! Up! All.. I needed you to do was spook the dumb bat! Make him think I wanted to know his true identity! NOT drop your pants for him! Did ya enjoy having sex with your ex?" Your eyes widened in fear.

That was a secret you vowed to take to the grave. How did...

Joker laughed right in your face.

"I know Bat's is an old fling of yours, Y/n. Don't act all sur-prised. Why do ya think I want him dead soooooo badly, hmm? Gotta take out the competition. He asked for it, touchin what's mine. But don't worry, I got juuuuust the thing to handle our dear Bats. But I know you, Y/n. You.. you like to follow instructions. I asked for DNA and I know you got iT. Let's spread your legs and find out just how much of an obedient whore you reall–"

You ended Joker's rant with a loud slap to his face. Joker blinked in shock. He never thought you'd hit him but sure enough, it kinda stung.

You were just as speechless (and a little scared of the consequences) but you wouldn't stand around and be insulted.

Joker slowly turned his head to face you once you gained the confidence to speak your mind.

"How dare you? I risked my life for you but the only thing you care about is how I got the sample? You wanna know? Fine I'll tell you, I kissed him! I kissed Batman because you asked me to! I was held at gunpoint, groped, and kissed on by a stranger because your men failed to protect me! A guy touched what you think is yours but you only care about me kissing Batman! You don't even care about me and my well-being! I-I watched people die tonight. I feel awful for cheating on you but is it wrong when YOU asked me to?"

He stepped back when you started to cry.

"You can't use me and then get upset when I do anything it takes to appease you! I am not her!"

"You know that I'll do anything to make you happy! This stupid plan of yours was driving you insane all week so I agreed to help but you manipulated me! Am I guilty for what I did? Yes! I am but I shouldn't have to apologize. I was simply following your orders. I did anything it took to not fail."

All was quiet in the hallway as your words sank in. Joker finally saw how much this affected you and he was at a loss on how to rectify this situation. He could start by drying your tears.

"Y/n, please." Joker raised his hands but you slapped them away.

"No. Don't touch me, I'm done. I'm done." You smiled and Joker knew you meant it. You were the only person he knew that could cry and smile at the same time and still look beautiful.

His worst nightmare was finally coming true. You were waking up from your fantasy and were kicking him out of your life. Joker never wanted this day to come but it was happening.

Joker loved everything about you but your eyes were his favorite. They were so expressive, a literal window into your soul. He knew exactly what you were thinking and/or feeling with just one look and today, your e/c eyes told him everything.

You were done.

You stared straight into his green eyes and your gaze didn't waver. Your conscience was clear and with a voice of an angel, you doled out Joker's penance. "Get out of my apartment and don't come back."

Joker slid to the floor just outside your front door in shock.

Perhaps this was one of those out of body experiences people talked about for he felt absolutely numb. He couldn't hear anything and he looked down at his hands only to find them shaking. Joker couldn't believe it. You were done. You wanted him gone and you had every right after what he did.

He failed to protect you, subjected you to a near death experience, and forced you to betray your morals and your loyalty to him— just to follow his orders.

He treated you as if you were one of his hired goons.

He treated you like he did her.

He knew he failed when you pointed out that fact. Joker promised that you'd never be involved with his organization but he broke that promise and sent you out. How dare he not treat you like the goddess you were? He failed to cherish you and now you were done with him.

His hand came up to touch his sore cheek. You had every right to slap him. You were everything to him and he neglected you to focus more on his work. He betrayed you in the worst way.

You opened his eyes to the path he was leading you down and he felt sick to his stomach.

This past week was stressful but he went too far. He twisted your love and trust and crumbled it up like tissue paper to accomplish his goals. Nothing could rectify this but he had to try. He couldn't lose you. He just couldn't.

Joker was still seated outside your front door like a lost puppy. He considered scratching on the door if that would prove just how sorry he was. He was a fool for manipulating you and dragging you into his world, but he would spend the rest of his days doing everything in his power to earn you back.

Of course, he had no clue how to win you back but if one thing Joker was good at, it was being resourceful. His eye caught the small display case of flowers you kept in the hall off the elevator and a light bulb went off in his head.

He couldn't lose the best thing that ever happened to him. He needed to make a phone call. Joker could only hope that Morgana looked past their differences and helped him.

In the meantime, J kept an eye on you with the security camera app on his phone. You disappeared into your master bedroom and had yet to come out by the time Morgana and Mac arrived many hours later.

They looked at the infamous clown sitting on the floor and shared a look. This was worse than they thought. Morgana was weighed down with items but nudged the blond with her elbow.

Mac sighed but cleared his throat to get Joker's attention. "Boss? Boss. We got everything you asked for." Mac said on deaf ears.

Joker was spacing out, staring at your black front door– lost in thought. What if this didn't work? Was this truly the end? He couldn't lose his reason for existing. You had to take him back.

Morgana was getting impatient and adjusted her handful before speaking up. "He's been sitting there all day.." She whispered to Mac and he slowly nodded. He had never seen his employer look so defeated before.

The green haired clown looked like it was the end of the world and he already accepted his fate. But Mac wouldn't be here if Joker didn't have a plan in place to win you back.

Although if this didn't work, then Mac was genuinely concerned for Joker.

J had camped outside your apartment for the entire day, refusing food and water– not wanting to miss if the door opened and you welcomed him back with open arms.

Even Frost came by, not believing it when Mac reported that Joker had 'broken down' outside your place. You and J never fought before so everyone was at a loss on what to do.

"Is she still inside?" Morgana asked out the blue.

Joker came out of his fog, nodding listlessly. He looked up and saw the items he asked them to bring and jumped to his feet to help. Morgana yelped at the sudden motion and almost dropped her stuff. J rolled his eyes but took control back over the situation.

He fished out his phone to check on you. No motion detected for hours. "Hmm. She's been inside her room since this morn-ing. It's now or never."

Joker unlocked the front door and gestured for Morgana and Mac to follow him inside. Morgana glanced around and set down her supplies. When she heard Joker's idea over the phone, it didn't sound plausible, but now looking at the space, he was a mad genius.

He looked at her with an arched eyebrow. "I can work with this." Morgana assured him.

"Great, then I'll grab the rest." Mac sighed. He left the apartment to start hauling supplies up.

For the next few hours, the three of them worked on turning Joker's apology into a reality.

You woke up to the apartment's stereo system crackling to life. What was Joker up to now?

You patted your bed for your phone to check the time. Your eyes blinked in disbelief reading the time. It was close to nine pm. You slept the entire day. Granted, after you kicked Joker out, you showered, and cried yourself to sleep but you didn't think he would bother you anytime soon. You told him to get out and not come back.

But this was Joker here. Since when did he listen to anyone? You groaned to yourself and got out of bed to tell him off again.

This wasn't a small offense that he could sweep under the rug. Joker couldn't treat you like one of his goons and think it was okay. He hurt you with his careless behavior and you deserved an apology.

You knew Joker would never own up to his mistakes and apologize so you had to be an adult and assume responsibility instead. You needed some time away from Joker to think about your next course of action. Sending him away was a spur of the moment decision, one that you regretted making all day. You were never one for separation. Not having Joker nearby ate away at your heart even if you were upset with him.

Good thing Joker always thought two steps ahead of you.

The apartment was completely dark save for a path of lit candles in glass vases, situated in front of your door. You almost tripped on them walking out the door. You rubbed your eyes thinking you were dreaming but it was real.

A trail of light began at your bedroom door and led down the hall into the unknown.

You heard an instrumental playing in the background and immediately teared up. You could smell what lay ahead but it still felt like a dream. The distinct smell of roses in the air told you this was really happening.

Your hardwood floors were covered in roses and candles, creating a sea of red towards your living room.

Rose petals clung to your bare feet but you kept going. You had to see this through. The path kept going until you saw the huge arch made entirely of flowers– no doubt Morgana's doing. It was well over six feet tall and immaculate in design.

Red and pink balloons hung from the vaulted ceiling and their silk string tickled your shoulders as you walked through the dense field.

It was straight out of a romance film, everything was over the top. You had never seen so many flowers in the same room before. There had to be over a thousand individual rose petals lining the floor and over a hundred more stems in luxury vases scattered throughout the room.

You didn't know where to look, it was too much to take in. You were surrounded by roses.

You came to the end of the path and sobbed reading the giant pink balloons that spelled out, 'I'm Sorry.'

They said what Joker could never express.

Your living room was unrecognizable in a sea of roses and the soft glow of candles. Each detail sent your heart aflutter, but there was no Joker to be found. The song continued to play on a loop as the violins and trumpets set the mood perfectly but it meant nothing if Joker couldn't apologize to you directly.

You didn't know how he managed all of this while you slept. This had to take well over four hours if not more to assemble. So you waited for Joker to show and explain himself. As seconds turned into minutes, your anticipation turned into disappointment. You really thought Joker would be brave enough to come out but once again, he failed you.

You sighed and turned to head back to your bedroom when you finally spotted Joker.

He stood by the balcony door with his hands in his pockets. He had washed his makeup off and stood before you bare and honest.

The candlelight bounced off his freckles and highlighted handsome face, scars and all. His lips were bitten raw and you swore his eyes were puffy but Joker wasn't a crier. There was no reason for him to do so yet to your amazement, he blinked back his tears before speaking.

"B-Bunny.. I uh.." Joker raked a hand through his sunkissed locs and sniffed his nose. It was endearing to see a man like Joker at a loss for words. And haunting to see him so emotional.

But despite all of that, he used your favorite nickname. Earlier he only used your real name; a clear indication that he was mad at you. Now Joker was back to calling you bunny and that small detail made you crack a smile.

"Hope you don't mind.. I uh dec-or-ated a bit. You see– I uh, trieD staying away. I really did. but I can't. I can't just go away. I need my Light.. and I know ya need me too so.. P-Please, don't make me go."

You stayed still as Joker came over to cup your face. His palms were shaking but warm against your dry, puffy face and Joker noticed.

He took in every detail and commemorated it to memory since he saw you last. The tip of your nose red and raw from crying, your quivering lower lip, to the way your eyes watered staring up into his.

"My pretty girl.. You're right. You're not her and I shouldn't treat ya like that. I won't treat you like that ever again but ya gotta give me another chance. I can be anything you need me to be but I... Please let me come back. I need ya, doll. I need my Light."

You gasped in shock when Joker fell to his knees at your feet. "J-Joker!"

He left a lingering kiss on your stomach poking through your top and looked up at you.

Joker gazed at you as if you hung the stars and the moon in the night sky. His eyes rivaled them with how they gleamed in the candlelight, begging for a chance at redemption. Another song played on in the background but the two of you paid it no mind. You were keen on Joker's lips parting to speak.

"I don't deserve ya but I'll spend every day proving that I do." You carded your fingers through his hair and watched Joker close his eyes. "Please, Bunny." He sighed.

He kissed your palms and trailed his kisses up your wrist until you had enough. With a high pitched whine, you yanked Joker up by his hair and captured his lips in a desperate fever.

Joker didn't complain about the pain but heeded your unspoken command. He stood to his full high and kissed all of your pain away. You tried to talk in between gasps for air but Joker silenced your attempts with his fervent passion.

"You hurt me." You moaned.

Joker nodded and pushed you backwards until the back of your legs hit the couch.

"I know. I'm sorry, Bunny." He pushed you down and took in your beauty amongst the candlelight and sea of red.

Joker dropped to his knees again and helped you spread your legs. "Lemme make it up to ya."

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