#I live the clown prince of crime.
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Joker is afraid of heights. He deals with that fear all the time, of course. Being up high is a far better stage for any performance he puts on. That doesn't mean that his heart doesn't skip when he stands on the edge of the rooftop, or his hands don't shake a little right before he goes out for his big speech looking over Gotham. Sometimes, when he jumps across the rooftops up in Gotham, his stomach drops, and he sees flashes of steel bridges hanging above vats of glowing green liquid. He laughs it off when anyone notices, joking about being clumsy after every stumble due to panic. The first time an explosion rocks him off his feet and he falls several stories down. He gets so terrified that when Batman catches him, he almost bursts into tears due to sheer relief. He doesn’t. He’s not a child, but it’s closer than he would like to admit.
#batman#joker#rogue family au#I live the clown prince of crime.#but like come on. Let him be complex!#its not as fun if nothing bothers him.
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Ok so this is not connected to my Big Daddy au
But here is another short fic/prompt so feel free to continue this or do your own spin.
This will be DannyxSteph as I don't see much for them (I believe their ship name is meme lords)
Steph winced in pain as she shifted in the chair she had been tied too. She was desperate as she was trying to find a way to distract the Joker or escape with a broken leg and no gear. She wouldn't have been panicked as bad as she was if she had been the only one grabbed but they grabbed the kid she had been babysitting as well, a sweet little girl only four years old named Dawn who was currently crying in her lap where she was chained while the Joker was monologing at the camera.
Supposedly it was broadcasting live on every TV in Gotham. Steph really hoped that there was someone near Dawn's father to help him through this. Danny ,which is her father's name, was a single father Stephs age (which means that he would have had to been a teenage father with Dawn's age) and his little girl was his whole life which means this could not be easy on him.
Suddenly as Joker was mid sentence everyone froze because they could hear gunshots from outside as well as a loud diesel engine before suddenly a wall collapsed as a garbage truck slammed through the wall before screeching to a halt.
Steph at first thought that it was the rest of the bat's maybe borrowing the truck to get in faster and it seemed like Joker had the same thought.
"Well now I never expected this of you Bat's couldn't use the skyli- you aren't one of the bat's."
And he was right because stepping out of the truck-turned-battering-ram was Danny and he didn't even spare a second thought to the Joker as he set his eyes on Dawn and Steph and called out in a relieved tone of voice. "Dawn! Steph! You're ok thank the Ancients."
"Daddy!" Dawn had stopped crying at the sound of her father's voice the tension in her body fading away with that childlike certainty that her father would make everything better. However Joker not one to be ignored reached out and grabbed Danny's arm before speaking.
"Now the shows not over there Daddy but thank you for adding a new hos-"
"Fuck off bozo!" Danny didn't even slow using the same hand Joker grabbed he shoved him off sending the clown stumbling back a few steps as Danny finished crossing the room before quickly cutting the ropes with a pocket knife (and Steph was not blushing at the strength he had to have to cut the sturdy rope in one smooth movement no siree) with Dawn quickly leaping into her Dads arms as soon as the ropes fell away.
Steph turned to the Joker who seemed stunned hand on his chest where he was shoved seemingly shocked that someone had done that with no fear. Turning back to the father daughter pair she started quickly speaking in a low voice hopping not to break the trance the clown prince of crime was under.
"Quick you need to take Dawn and run my legs broken so you need to leave me here the Bat's will be here soon ill be fin-"
"He can't hurt you anymore." Danny's voice was calm and steady as he interrupted Steph. He looked her in the eye before looking pointedly at the had that he shoved the Joker with opening it to reveal something that made Steph gasp.
A human heart still beating though it stopped as she looked and the moment it did she heard a thud as the Joker fell to the floor limp as a puppet with its strings cut.
"Is that .." Steph couldn't even finish the question. But Danny still nodded before tossing it unceremoniously to the floor.
"Nobody threatens the people I care about and gets away with it. He forfeit his existence the moment he grabbed the two of you."
Steph felt like her own heart was about to fall out onto the floor the combination of the Joker a bogeyman who had terrorized Gotham almost as long as she had been alive just dead, dying without so much as a whimper much less a bang. Done in, not by any bat or caped crusader but a father who only wanted to save his daughter. As well as the implication that Danny cared for her too that he killed the nightmare of every kid in Gotham for her sake as much as his daughters.
Danny had separated from Dawn after placing one more kiss on her head and whispered comfort that Steph was to shocked to pay much attention to before quickly coming to check on her injury.
"Looks like a clean break so it should heal fast. I just hate that you got hurt protecting Dawn even if I'm more grateful than you can imagine that you tried to protect her."
Steph smiled "We've known each other for months now and I love that little girl as well. No way was I going to let someone touch her without a fight."
Danny looked up at her from his position next to her chair with a look that Steph couldn't describe before standing up.
"Here I'll carry you to one of the ambulances I hear coming this way."
As he bent to scoop her up Steph got his attention as she got ready to do something impulsive. As he turned his head toward her Steph grabbed his head and pulled him into a kiss. Danny froze against her before returning it the pair only stopped when they heard a giggle.
"Daddy and Stephie are kissing! Does that mean Stephie is my Momma now?" Dawn's voice snapped the two out of it but before Danny could say anything Steph beat him to it.
"Maybe one day Daddy has to take me on a date first and we'll see where things go. Say a movie this Friday?"
Steph knew she was being bold but by God she was not letting this absolute dork start to spiral she knew from the amount of time they spent together as neighbors that Danny had a surprising low self esteem and would probably convince himself she only kissed him out of gratitude or something when in reality she has wanted to do this for months and just didn't know how to initiate.
"That sounds wonderful I'm sure miss Chen downstairs would be able to watch Dawn if I ask." Danny's blushing face only made Steph giggle as he responded. But as he lifted her she noticed the Jokers camera with the recording light still on and she knew she was going to get so much shit from the other bat's so she decided to share the embarrassment.
"Not so sure you'll have to ask seeing as everyone in Gotham just saw everything on their screens.
Danny who had just picked Steph up in a princess carry without hurting her leg froze before letting out a groan.
"Oh I'm never going to live this down."
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny fenton#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#meme lord ship#stephanie brown#dannyxsteph#minor gore#but its the joker
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If you're still taking requests, would you be able to do something again with Arkhamverse Joker?? (Or even Scarecrow, ANYTHING with that skinny lil horror boy please) I love ALL of your Batman work.
Just give me anything, I'm starving for some dark and creepy batvillians.
“Alright, sweetheart, just tell me who did it,” The Joker cooed from behind you, his hands resting at the plush blanket wrapped around your shoulders.
Both you and The Clown stood in front of the maw of the Sionis Steel Mill. You hadn't been outside in so long. The thought of making a run for it flitted through your mind, but you just as quickly discarded it. Joker was holding you pretty tight, but even if you broke free from his grip, presented before you was a line of Joker's men desperate to do anything to gain their boss's favor. And even if you made it through all that, you were smack dab in the middle of Arkham City. If the elements or starvation didn't get to you first, it'd be the other inmates - especially if they had gotten any inkling you might be precious to The Clown Prince of Crime.
Somehow, beyond all odds, you were the most safe in the arms of Gotham's most dangerous criminal.
Even with the multiple layers covering you, the wind cut through you like a blade. You'd been dressed in specially made pajamas the Joker commissioned, layers of winter clothing, and a large blanket he'd wrapped you up in before escorting you outside. And it made looking upon Joker's gang all the more uncomfortable.
Compared to you, Joker's men wore precious little. Tank tops or sleeveless hoodies, some wearing no top at all, old worn pants, and their very own clown masks. You couldn't see their eyes, but you imagined that behind their masks, they glowered at you. Why wouldn't they hate you? After all, you were why they were freezing out here. Their boss had given them orders to never, under any circumstances, allow any harm to be brought unto you.
And then, Joker found the bruises.
“I don't want to get anyone in trouble,” You insisted, craving your neck to attempt eye contact with The Joker.
“Nobody's in trouble,” The Clown nuzzled you, voice almost a purr. “I just want to know who did it.”
You bit your lip. Something burned and swirled like a whirlpool in your stomach, rising to your chest. “It was my fault. I bumped into something.”
“Darling, it's okay. I'm not mad. Just point ‘em out for me.”
Your lips quivered and you screed your eyes shut. Burying your face in your hands, your whole body shook. You couldn't do this. You didn't want to. Sure, the guy roughed you up, but at least he didn't fucking kill you. And maybe whoever did it was a criminal at best or monster at worst, but you didn't want someone to die at the hands of The Joker because of you. You weren't supposed to be here. You were supposed to be in Gotham proper, living your ordinary life and not in Joker's base. You weren't supposed to be the object of Joker's obsession. You shouldn't have had to be transported around by goons, goons who were already frustrated and pissed as it was, and only exacerbated by their boss’ obsession with you and threatening them if he even thinks they're looking at you.
God, why was this happening to you? You just want to go home! You couldn't even scream, couldn't even cry, not now, not like this-
One hand released its grip on your shoulder to press against your back and brush soothing circles against you.
“Honey, baby, sweetie-darling, there's no reason to be upset!” Joker hushed. “You're not in any trouble. I'm not mad. I just want to know."
Still shaking, you dared to turn and meet the Clown's gaze. Puffing out a cloudy mist in the icy cold air, you ventured, “You promise you're not angry?”
The Joker beamed, holding up a hand. “Scout's honor!”
The both of you stared at each other for a long moment. His pupils were dilated, acidic green eyes nearly swallowed up by his dilated pupils. He stared back at you with utter adoration.
Really, him being angry would have been less terrifying.
With a shaky exhale, you nodded. Ripping your eyes from him, you surveyed the crowd. The man in question wasn't hard to find. You knew the mask well. Lime green hair, a red clown nose, red, painted-on cuts and marks across the mask.
He was one of the henchmen ordered to transport you from one part of the base to another. You'd been terrified, shaking, near hyperventilating, and scared stiff to the spot. And he had grabbed you tight enough to bruise and shoved you through the halls, the other goons following behind. Just remembering it lit a spark of fear and anger in your gut. And even still, you hesitated to call him out.
Shivering, you slowly raised a finger to point at him, your digit like a death mark.
“Him,” you breathed out.
“Him?” Joker asked, pointing at the same man.
You nodded. You fought the urge to squeeze your eyes closed as The Joker waved him over.
The masked man approached both of you. You couldn't help but lean further into Joker. You tried to convince yourself it was the cold. He stopped a few feet away, but Joker motioned him even closer, until he was almost right on top of you both.
“This true, Bud?” Joker asked.
The masked man held his tongue for a moment. His whole body seemed tense. And if you had to guess, he was likely glaring daggers at you from behind the mask. And then finally, a soft sigh escaped him, body relaxing as he nodded.
“Yeah, boss,” he admitted. “It was me.”
“And do you have anything to say to my darling here?”
Your breath caught in your throat as the goon turned directly toward you. You tried to keep totally still. Don't flinch. Don't show fear. You could feel his gaze burn into you. And Joker's grip tightened on your shoulder. Maybe reassuringly. Maybe possessively.
The masked goon paused, simply staring at you, before he gave a lazy nod. “Yeah. ‘M sorry.”
Huh. That wasn't so bad. Turning to look at Joker you saw him nodding. A relieved smile began to bloom onto your face as you turned back to-
The sound of unfolding metal hit your ears. A gloved hand stretched out and yanking through hair. The stumbling forward of a body and. Your eyes widened as Joker grunted, pocket knife sinking into the man's throat.
He held it there for a moment, looking deep into the eyes of the man behind the mask, before wrenching the knife out. Blood spurted from the man’s neck as he gurgle, clutching his throat. Again, Joker struck, plunging deep into the man's neck and ripping it out. Again. Again. Again. And all you could do was watch, eyes the size of dinner plates and mouth agape in horror.
You finally found the ability to move your body again, and you hunkered down, hiding your eyes with your hands and stumbling back as Joker continued his assault. You shivered and shuddered, beginning to cry. You couldn't see it anymore, but you could hear the sounds of the blade meeting flesh, the desperate and violent gurgles of someone drowning in their own blood, the quick and sharp grunts of Joker as he plunged his knife in and out in and out in and out in and out-
You couldn't tell how long it went on, only that at some point, you couldn't hear anything else besides Joker's shaky breathing and the harsh whistling of the wind. Your hands and cheeks stung from cold and tears.
When you dared to uncover your eyes, The Joker was looking back at you. As if he was waiting for you to see - to see your attacker's head barely connected to his neck, near decapitated. The moment he saw the recognition in your eyes, the man's body was dropped like it was nothing.
"But, but," You stuttered, mouth trying to catch up with your mind. "You said, you said you weren't mad?'
"Not at you, darling," he smiled adoringly. "Never at you."
The Joker pocketed his bloody knife and clapped his hands free, addressing his men. “Now, let that be a lesson for all of you,” the clown leaned over to wrap an arm around your shoulder. You quickly cuddled into his hold (but only because of the cold. Only that and nothing more). Joker finished with a grin, “anyone who hurts my darling gets the same.”
Breathing heavily, your eyes surveyed the reactions of the henchmen. For some reason, you felt torn on how you felt about them. Pitied Joker's treatment of them, but was highly aware of their perspective of you being an obstacle, inconvenience, or even enemy-
You nearly jumped as Joker brought you out of thoughts by a kiss to the cheek. You were quickly turned around, The Joker guiding you inside and nuzzling against your cheek.
“You must be so stressed out, dear! C’mon, let's get warmed up inside and watch some cartoons!"
And when you're both inside, curled up together in a mound of blankets and cartoons playing on the screen, you tried to convince yourself tje obly reason you held him back was out of fear and to keep out the cold.
#yandere x reader#yandere arkhamverse#yandere joker#the joker x reader#joker x reader#arkhamverse x Reader#arkham city x Reader#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#dc x reader#yandere dc#yandere dc x reader#arkham joker#yandere#blood cw#blood#blood tw#gore trigger warning#gore#gore cw#gore tw
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Yk throughout Lilia's past thing I wonder why in the old OLD wars people don't use verbal bullying as a weapon- Killing is already included in physical bullying so why not go all out?
Imagine past Lilia with this one friend aka you who fights the annoying humans with money, curses, and (out of pocket) words instead of the traditional going to war way. Verbal bullying can reduce the enemy's morals (probably).
"Instead of worrying about our MoRaLs, why don't you start worrying over YOUR DRIER THAN THE AFTERGLOW SAVANNAH SCALP"
"Our ruler's temper isn't too good, but that kingdom's ruler is bad tempered AND ugly"
"If yall didn't stink so much, maybe the faes wouldn't have found you so easily"
Also
You: You should watch your steps, the floor of this mansion is slippery after all :)
Enemy: Is that a veiled threat?
You: What veil?
People say that the place where faes live are surrounded by thorns, but you have thorns in your mouth ;)
NO BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY. Instead of using your incredibly impressive fighting skills (Lilia has seen firsthand) you first choose the most outrageous and...unique insults and strategies he had ever heard and seen his entire life. Sometimes Lilia can't tell if you are truly affected by the fighting, or if you had gone simply insane and cannot feel complex emotions; numb, to be frank. Upon asking you such questions, In response you shared to your comrades; "Some people cope by sadness and despair, others cope by humor and lightheartedness. I choose the latter- for I would rather live my life smiling at the most ridiculous of things than sit in a puddle of my own tears and trauma."
Thus, you delve deep into the theatrics as a way to distract yourself from the true horror of things.
"Dang, you really went to war looking like THAT? Even I would pity you, and that says a lot!"
"You have the intelligence of a soggy piece of bread! Didn't you hear ANYTHING about subtly?"
"Oh yeah, you're definitely first to die in any scenario. You check all the boxes. I'm surprised you haven't managed to kill yourself by now! Congrats!"
"You're living proof that you do not need to be funny to be considered a clown!"
"damn, human AND ugly? Pick a struggle, to have both is truly a crime!"
I imagine that this MC really enjoys distracting people with long winded prologues or speeches. With fake tears in their eyes, sobbing in front of a wave of humans with their arm up to the sky-
"I would like to thank my mother for this grand opportunity, my pet snake, and my dear beloved and far too soon departed friend Lilia-"
you hear from a distance an annoyed fae yell "I'm not dead!"
you ignore him.
"And to all of you, my grand audience, for granting me this wonderful chance to demonstrate what it truly means to be ignorant."
Confused glances around the humans- before collective screaming as they are all falling into a pit that you lead them to. Lilia catches up to you and stares at the handful of human soldiers who fell into your trap with hands resting on his hip and raised eyebrows, glancing over at you impressed.
"Clever, yet...strangely obtuse. Good distraction, it's almost embarrassing to call you one of our strongest generals with your antics..." He hummed before his face taking a flat and annoyed look as you reveled dramatically in his praises.
"Why can't you be normal."
Reader being incredibly childish yet super clever like Clavis from ikemen prince and the personality of Furina from Genshin impact SDLOIHLJ
#Twst#twst headcannons#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland MC#twisted wonderland headcannons#Lilia vanrouge#Lilia#twst lilia
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Joker had made deals before with such creatures, a part of why he was able to get away with the shit he has pulled without much consequence to himself.
Many deals made, many more to make!
“You summoned the literal King of the Infinity Realms to barter for…a blimp in the shape of your head?”, bright toxic green eyes stared him down, a flash of something in them before the child smiles at him, “a contract…a piece of you at your death?”
Boy didn’t know how to make a deal! Jokers soul was already been bought out by other beings, there was no worry about that, and with other contracts in place nearly guaranteed he would simply pop back into life to continue his path of insanity.
“Sounds like a plan spooky!”
The next time Joker came close to death, it was waking to flames, screams…and slight humming…
The first two was expected, the return of the child in the living world inside a burning warehouse was not, said child was simply sitting on crate, uncaring of the inferno that raged around him.
Toxic eyes shining through the smoke, smile wide to show off the rows of shark like teeth, “A deal is a deal, Joker, a piece of you at your death…”
There was a witty reply on the clowns tongue but all that escaped was a mumble, his tongue seemed fine as it the back of his teeth…and his mouth…his mouth that wasn’t opening. Hands scrambling across his face only to come across smooth skin where his lips should be.
“The city really takes it time answering emergencies, huh, might be to late for your next death…we can play spin the wheel next time to see what I take next or do you have any suggestions, come on, you can tell me. After all, there are going to be so many more chances to play before someone takes your soul permanently.”
Joker being tormented by Danny at a cat and mouse like chase is great. Danny just bapping the Clown Prince of Crime around and making the Joker suffer whenever he’s remotely close to death.
Eventually The Joker something, anything to take his soul other than The Ghost King. One issue: Danny marked the Jokers soul as his claim, and no other extradimensional being wants to fuck with the Ghost King’s prey.
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how would j react if reader was in a coma.... i read "just one check" (i think that was the name of the one about the bank robbery and reader getting shot?)
and i kinda want to see him feel sad and guilty. maybe readers in a coma for a week or two. i feel like j would be upset seeing her laying in a hospital bed with tons of iv's coming out of her. or and im not sure how he'd react to her being weak and confused when she wakes up. and you don’t have to write it if it’s too sad/dark 🫶 i just kinda love hospital soap operas so i thought of this 😂
His Lighthouse: Say Something (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Say Something - Oneshot
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Phew this was an old request! I'm slowly getting back on schedule! Its never too dark of a request for me to write anon! I looooooooove dark content lol 🤭That being said, let's get into it! You requested sad and guilty Joker visiting bedside, you got it! It’s giving soap ops, like One Life to Live, vibes! I penned this on high off of period hormones and during the Super Bowl so buckle up and grab a tissue box! Joker is gonna be in his feels!! (and so was I)
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This was his fault. He deserved to be the one suffering not you.
You did nothing in this life to warrant such a fate. Joker felt sick to his stomach being in your presence but at the same time, staying by your side was his penance.
Even in a coma, Joker could argue that your beauty remained. Your colored skin, normally so rich and smooth, now gave off a mythical aura against the white hospital sheets. Your countenance was like an elfin or fae. All in all, you gave sleeping beauty a run for her title.
Nurses and doctors bustled in one after the other to check your vitals as you slept on. Joker paid no mind. He was far too distracted by the constant beeping in your room. Everything was so loud; it quickly became a sensory overload. He flagged down a terrified nurse and demanded that she turn them off.
“I... I can’t sir. Y/n needs them to survive.” That’s when Joker realized just how grave your injuries were.
She took the time to point out each machine you were hooked up to and its function. Joker lost count after ten.
He felt so small surrounded by all this tech. He knew nothing at all. For once, Joker had to trust someone to help him. He’d do anything to keep you alive and well. He already failed half of that promise, there was no more room for error.
He wanted to grab ahold of your hand, but it looked so fragile lying on the hospital bed. Your nails were still manicured in your f/c and shape however your skin was pulled taunt so that three different IV lines could puncture your arm. The doctors had turned you into a pin cushion and Joker could only hope that you recovered from this.
He had nothing but time to guilt trip himself into a downward spiral. He didn’t rescue you fast enough and this was the consequence.
His enemies knew killing you would destroy the Prince of Crime once and for all and they nearly succeeded. Joker almost didn’t recognize you when he found you.
Frost and the others assumed the worst, but they miraculously found a pulse and that was their cue to rush you to the nearest hospital. Joker didn’t care about the fallout— he walked straight through the front door with you in his arms, clown makeup and all.
His sudden appearance caused panic, and no one dared to help until Dr. Sarai and her personal team arrived and wheeled you into an OR. Joker was then ushered into a safe room. He expected the staff to call Batman or the police, but they never did.
He never understood why.
Sarai broke it down plainly. “We don’t judge here. You didn’t see the desperation on yo’ face when ya brought Y/n in. How could we rip you away when it's obvious ya need to be ‘ere with her?”
She guided Joker to a VIP room where he and his goons could visit freely without raising any suspicions. It was then Joker saw you for the first time all patched up. It was a shock to see how badly he failed at keeping you safe. Why did you of all people have to suffer like this?
If he could transfer your pain to him, he’d do it in a heartbeat to rid you of this misery. For now, all he could do was watch over you helplessly.
He grew to appreciate the steady beeps and hisses that filled your room. Each sound reported in real time that you were still alive. You were fighting to stay with him and he hoped you were giving it your all.
Joker was still learning to love. If he lost you then he would never try again, for no one deserved to have his heart after you cherished it so. It belonged to you and you alone. You were the best warden in this prison called love and he never wanted to escape. He was just too addicted.
An unexpected shrill noise brought him out of his thoughts. A crash team rushed through the sliding doors and carefully pushed him back.
He didn’t have the time to be offended, “What’s going on?!” What were they doing to you?
No one answered him as they talked amongst themselves; he didn’t understand a single word of their medical jargon, but he did catch, “Call a code!”
He had seen enough tv dramas to know what that meant. A doctor voiced the trademark “clear!”, and everyone threw up their hands as he shocked you with paddles. The obnoxious beeping continued and then it hit Joker.
The most important machine of them all. Your heart monitor. Joker memorized the rhythmic rises and falls as you breathed in your sleep. He could listen to your heart for the rest of his life. You were unable to talk but your heart spoke volumes.
And now it was screaming out for help.
“We’re losing her. We gotta get her into an OR.”
It all happened so fast. One minute you were comatose in your room, the next they were pushing your bed down the hall into surgery. All that was left was the snake-like cords from the many machines you were previously hooked to. Joker was left in your room at a loss.
It was far too quiet with you and your life’s music gone.
Sarai found Joker still sitting in the bedside chair hours later. It didn’t appear that he moved an inch. The clown was mute, staring at the mess of cords on the floor. Sarai glanced at them briefly before clearing her throat.
“Her lung collapsed again. We’ve managed to stabilize her but I gotta stress. It’s lookin’ like a temporary fix.” She flinched at the haunting green eyes staring at her.
“WhaT. Does. That. Mean?”
Great, he was already going through the stages of denial. How could she put this mildly? “It means... Y/n might not survive this.”
He flung a rolling cart that was left behind into the wall. Its loud crash made Sarai jump. Somehow she remained composed. Joker wasn’t mad at her but at the situation. She had to keep that in mind with what would come next.
He stormed over to her and growled, “Do not ever imply my Light might...” Joker’s throat closed up mid-sentence. He refused to say it aloud. “Y/n will be fine. She’s stronger than you think.” He noted.
“I get that but let's face the facts. They moved her to the ICU so she could be on a ventilator.”
“Great another machine.” Joker sighed.
“That machine is breathing for her, Joker. If she loses any more oxygen to her brain, she’ll be a vegetable. No shocks or surgeries can fix dat.” Sarai waited until Joker locked eyes with her to drop the bomb. “She’ll be brain dead.”
All was quiet as her words sank in. Joker didn’t expect forever with you, although he originally hoped for a few years at best. Time was never a given when this relationship first began.
Joker was a wanted criminal and you, a famous citizen. It wasn’t destined to work out but the two of you made time. Living in the moment on borrowed time was enough, you were happy with J but now that happiness was being ripped away.
He couldn’t think straight. The possibility of you dying hadn’t registered before but it became clear now. If only he been with you—kept you safe, then you would have never been abducted.
This was all his fault.
“I wanna see her.” He mumbled. Maybe seeing you again would help him make the right choice. At the most it would curb his sense of helplessness. Sitting around was doing nothing for his nerves.
Sarai nodded and handed Joker a nurse uniform. “Y/n is on a different floor. Change into this 'n follow me.”
He worn a similar outfit like this long ago so the disguise wasn’t an issue. It gave Joker access to walk alongside Dr. Sarai onto the ICU floor. There was a completely different atmosphere coming off the elevators. The dread was palpable and clung to his clothes.
Joker could smell death that lingered in the air. He knew the smell all too well given his profession and it made his heart drop to his stomach, catching a whiff of it when he opened your door.
You were knocking on death’s door and the cruel man was inviting you in.
Joker pulled down his hospital mask and slowly crept towards your side. In the few hours he’d seen you last; you took a turn for the worse.
It was going on two weeks that you been in the hospital, all of which you spent in a coma. There were countless surgeries and consultations and yet your health seemed to decline not improve. Maybe Sarai was right. He should probably entertain reality as painful as it will be.
Joker came to a stop near your bedside to stare at your frail form. He knew from just one glance that you couldn’t survive for much longer. This wasn’t his Bunny anymore. All the light was sucked out of you and made you so small.
“I’ll give ya some privacy.” Sarai said as she stepped out. She knew Joker needed to be alone with his grief.
There couldn’t be any witnesses to what he was about to say.
Pleading for someone to stay alive was such a foreign concept to him. Usually for him, it was the other way around, however Joker always found himself doing the unthinkable whenever it pertained to you.
J cleared his throat before he began his dire plea.
“Hey uh it’s meeee, Y/n. I dunno if you can hear me but I uhh.. Geez, I don’t know what to do without ya here. What I’d kill to have those pretty eyes of yours lookin’ my way. To hear your laugh. T-To feel your warm touch on mine..” Joker exhaled and looked up at the ceiling.
He refused to cry. He did not cry yet a drop or two fell anyhow. If you were awake. the scene unfolding would be jaw dropping.
Joker was a ruthless man with a matching reputation. None of that mattered as he spoke from the heart.
“Uh, if you’re tired, t-that's okay, Y/n. Say the word and... d__n it, I’ll let ya go, okay?! I’ll swallow my pride. I can.. I can say goodbye when its time, but you gotta work with me doll. Give me a sign you’re ready and I’ll listen. But until then please... Fight. Stay alive.. stay w-with me, Y/n.”
Joker choked up and backed away, suddenly unable to breathe.
His hands were shaking and there was a ringing in his ears. J thought he was hearing one of your machines going off but your vitals were the same, sluggish but constant.
It was just a panic attack that had him all discombobulated. You were okay (for now), but he was far from it.
Why did he think you would hear him at his most vulnerable moment?
This was nothing like the numerous tv show dramas where a heartfelt speech would instantly make the sick patient wake up. He was stupid for getting his hopes up and beyond weak for shedding tears for this. He got himself back under control and made himself comfortable on the room’s guest bed.
He had to just hope that you would be okay. That’s all he could do.
Funny how a week ago he couldn’t stand the noise your monitors made. But now? The slow beeps of your heart were his lullaby.
The staccato pitfalls of your imminent demise roused him awake. Another team of personnel burst through the door, each one working on autopilot to get you back stable.
You were crashing again. Another code. A shame that this became your version of normal.
Could it be your lungs failing again or did Joker’s nightmare finally come true? Was this the sign he asked for last night? Was this your way of saying you were giving up? He honestly didn’t know.
“No pulse! Charging to one hundred sixty joules!”
Joker sat in the corner, resigning himself to this fate. That familiar bitter smell cloaked your room. You weren’t coming back after this.
More beeping, more calls for procedures and useless equipment. There was so much commotion, he was forced to drown it all out in order to think straight.
By no means was Joker a religious man yet in that moment, he closed his eyes and prayed to any high power who would listen.
‘Please don’t take her from me. I thought I could let her go. I can’t. I just can’t.’
Their attempts at keeping you alive went on and on for what seemed like forever until someone brave enough walked over to Joker’s hunched form to deliver the news.
He appeared to be mumbling to himself, but she couldn’t be for certain. It made for a weird sight.
“Um sir? We need your permission to..”
So it was happening whether he was ready or not. So much for prayers. Joker wondered why he even bothered.
He knew what they were asking for, yet he couldn’t help being bitter in his reply. “To whaT?” He snapped.
The female nurse jumped at the frosty tone, “T-To pull the... um. We’ll give you some time alone.”
She nodded at the others and in seconds the room was empty, save for you and Joker.
Joker went to sleep fearing this moment would come. He thought he would have more time to prepare. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye, yet Fate was oh so cruel.
The brief time that J spent with you skirted across his memory. He would never forget your eyes the first time he saw you. So bright and expressive. Your bravery and wit blew him away and your deep scars from your past humbled him. Joker had never met someone so resilient. You lived up to your nickname.
You were his Light; always and forever.
He would never forget your voice; how it felt in the hushed early mornings and intimate late nights, or your whimsical mind inspiring him to greatness. You changed him for the better in a fraction of a year.
There were just too many memories to recap as he shuffled over to your body.
Only a few vital machines were keeping you between life and death and they strained to complete their assigned workload. Even to the end, you were stubbornly fighting but it wasn’t enough to sustain you.
Joker gently smoothed your hair back from your face. “M’sorry Y/n. I gotta let you go.” He rested his forehead against yours.
You managed the unthinkable. You made The Joker cry.
There was no time for theatrics, Joker spoke boldly and true.
“You’re the only woman I’ll love. I will never choose another, I swear. I am so sorry that I couldn’t get to you. Please, Y/n. I’ll do anything just please.. don’t go.”
For so many years Joker refused to be weak— he had a reputation to uphold, a symbol to represent; all of that meant nothing if you were gone. He would be nothing but a broken shell of a man.
Joker cried as if his tears could bring you back.
At first, he almost missed it. Maybe he was hallucinating in his time of grief— but then it happened again.
A slight twitch. Coma patients didn’t move unless…
J was pretty insane (he had papers to prove it) so he questioned if this was all a trick of his mind. Before he got his hopes up, he needed to be sure this was actually happening.
And so you have him a sign.
The back of your eyelids moved. The heart monitor picked up a sudden spike in activity.
He felt your hand jerk. He saw your chest rise and fall. Joker felt as if he could breathe air again. He wasn’t crazy! This was actually happening! His life regained its purpose as more and more signs were recorded on your systems.
And finally, the cusp of the performance; An explosion of alerts. Your heart was now beating too fast, the ventilator automatically turning off to let your lung take over.
Joker couldn’t scream loud enough. “NURSE!” He mashed the call button as you struggled to wake fully. “C’mon Bunny, that’s it! Look. At. Me!”
Two weeks he went without gazing into your gorgeous eyes. He could happily drown in them if only you would grace him with the sight. He didn’t have to wait much longer.
Your colored eyes immediately met Joker’s expectant gaze. “Welcome back, my Light.”
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When You Accidentally Kill a Clown Masterpost?
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Danny Fenton has somehow managed to kill the clown prince of crime after living in Gotham only a week. Jason Todd becomes enamored with this guy that can't seem to stay out of trouble. Identity shenanigans and hijinks ensue.
Currently on Hiatus
Tags: dead on main, dp x dc, Jason todd/ Danny Fenton, maybe a little serious chaos later, depends on how I feel, it will be minor though, identity shenanigans, Canon typical violence, Crack treated seriously, Joker is dead, trans Danny Fenton
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Ch1. In Which Danny Has a Problem
Ch2. In Which an Awkward Converstion
Ch3. In Which Jason Shares Some Information
Ch4. In which Danny Has a No Good Terribly Bad Day
Ch5. In which Danny Goes For Coffee and Finds a Bird
Ch6. In which Jason Todd
Ch7. In Which There is Setup for Plot
Ch8. In Which Danny Is Visited by The Bat
Ch9. In Which The Long Awaited Date Episode
Ch10. In Which a Moment
Ch11. In Which Danny Gets a Little High
Ch12. In Which Dani
Ch13. In Which Dani Meets Gotham
Ch14. In Which The Phantoms Come to Help
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Poorly drawn comic wooo
Dani + Dami sketch
Drugs are Bad???
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yo you do platonic yanderes???? aroace yandere creator real??? love this love this sm can you do yandere platonic joker??? for like an artist reader??? maybe reader is rly nihilistic or rly funny or maybe they encountered once and he got fixated and wants to be buddies???
Absolutely!! Also thank you so much for the ask.
Trigger warning for: murder, violence, references to torture, manipulation, all around general bad times. This is, after all, the Joker, so this post will be more intense than the majority of mine will tend to be, I think. Also the use of the pet name Baby, but it’s strictly platonic.
It starts, as all terrible things do, at your college campus.
You were being held hostage. Which, while you were familiar enough with hostage taking in general, no one in Gotham wasn’t, you yourself had never been taken hostage before. You were also running on limited sleep, two redbulls, and the last dregs of your will to live.
So when the Joker points his gun at you and threatens to kill you in his strange, maniacal way, you throw your head back and groan, exhausted and frustrated and pissed. You tell him you wish he would, if it got you out of your finals. Something in his eyes light up, the acid green reflecting the light in an eerie way, and suddenly the gun is not aimed at your face but your leg, and he squeezes the trigger.
The last thing you remember seeing as you clutch your leg is the same hungry expression Joker always watched Batman with.
When you get out of the hospital, you have to attend therapy. You don’t have either the money or the patience, and leave after three sessions. The therapist was nice enough, but too focused on your lack of self-preservation and less focused on you being shot by the Joker. You do keep some habits, though.
You draw. You draw and draw as much as you can while you heal, and somehow, the Joker leaks into all of your works. A pair of scuffed up dress shoes on a menacing figure, a set of gleaming green eyes. Joker was haunting you, haunting your work, and you were fucking sick of it.
You don’t publish any of those pieces. You throw them in the trash, frustrated and angry, and crash on your couch, curling up to get some sleep. You ignore the rustling in your trash, positive it’s some raccoon or rat or some other vermin of Gotham’s street.
The Joker shows up again. He holds everyone in your job hostage, holds you hostage, and you are treat to the actively terrifying experience of having the Joker’s attention on you, solely on you. He’s not talking about Batman, or his plans, but is instead asking you questions with gleaming eyes and a gun nudging at your head. You answer all his questions as calmly as you can, even cracking a few dry jokes, and it does nothing to make the gleam leave his eyes but it keeps him from looking at the other hostages and you have to settle for that.
Batman saves you. And when Joker is carted away in cuffs, laughing, he calls your name, not the Bats.
He breaks out again. You know this because a dark shadow appears on your window, nearly every night, keeping watch. Sometime the shadows are smaller, sometimes they’re huge, and sometimes they watch with pitying eyes and a scarred face. You never speak to them, they never speak to you. You don’t mind your silent watchers.
Eventually, they leave, and you wake up in the middle of the night to rustling in your kitchen.
“What in the hell…?” You trail off, staring at the Clown Prince of Crime, who’s leaning against the counter with his jacket sling over his shoulder and a remarkably casual stance.
“You have absolutely nothing in your fridge, come onnnn.” He complains, before kicking your fridge shut. You wince. Your furniture could not withstand that sort of battering.
“Hey, don’t kick my fridge, I’ll lose my security deposit. You want me to make you something, after you broke into my apartment?” Your question is sarcastic, but it makes Joker grin, broad and victorious.
“Well, if you wouldn’t mind…” He teases, and you feel a shudder roll through your body. You don’t know if he sees it.
“Yeah sure, hold on. Hope you don’t mind ramen, I’ve got some instant packs I wanted to try.” Ramen was one of the few things you actually spent money on, getting the nice frozen packs with frozen broth and noodles.
“Baby, if you’ve ever eaten from the cafeteria in Arkham, you can eat anything.” Joker laughs, and the high pitched sound grates against your ears. You want to cover them. You don’t. You don’t know if he was arm, but judging by the way his shirt is pulled over his waist band, he was.
“Try eating from Gotham Community College’s cafeteria. It’s terrible.” You remark, putting both bowls in the microwave. Technically you weren’t supposed to, but there was so much wrong with this situation you figured you microwave could do you a favor and not explode this one time. Although with how the universe had been treating you, there was no guarantee.
“Eugh. College. Waste of time, if you ask me. Wasting time to learn to waste time, learning nothing at all! Experience is the best teacher in my opinion! Like those paintings!”
“Paintings?” You question, hissing when you almost burn your hand on the bowl. Joker snickers.
“Your paintings, baby! The ones you tossed, although I don’t know why ya did, I was so flattered being your muse.” He is suddenly RIGHT behind you, and you jerk, spilling hot broth on your hands and yelping. The scar on your leg aches with him so close.
You set down both bowls, hear him snicker.
“Are you telling me you’ve been going through my trash in case I tossed out a painting?” You blurt, turning towards him. He’s watching you, with those eerie eyes, and you know they’re going to fill your drawing pad and sketchbook tonight, insane and wide and terrifying.
“Well not me, not always! I was in Arkham for a bit, ya know, after the last time we got to see each other.” He drawls, finally leaning back, examining his nails. “I saw what you were doing there, ya know.”
“What?”
“Oh come onn. Batsy does the same thing. He doesn’t like my attention on anyone else, so he keeps me occupied. He’s obsessed with me.”
Your brain nearly stalls, because holy shit. You had known Joker was crazy with a capitol C, but you had not expected him to accuse Batman, of all people, of being obsessed with him. That was a level of so far gone it made your stomach turn.
“So do you have anymore paintings? I like the ones I got, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes the trash ruins them.” Joker asks, hopping up on your counter and grabbing his bowl. He doesn’t seem at all bothered by the heat.
“Uh, yeah, let me go get it.” You mutter, stunned. You still hadn’t recovered from the comment about Batman, the comment about you.
You manage to find it. You pass it over to Joker, hoping nothing in it gets you killed. He begins flipping through it eagerly, oohing and ahhing like a small child.
The rustle of pages stops, and you look up. Joker is looking at the pages with an absolutely hungry expression, eyes wide with a splitting grin on his face.
Your stomach turns. You slide your drawer open, silently, and grasp the handle of a knife, tucking it against the back of your thigh.
“Whatcha looking at?” You ask, trying not to sound too careful, instead passingly curious. You aren’t sure you succeed.
His eyes snap to you, and with a grin, he flips the sketchbook over, showing you.
It’s a sketch of you, and so many, many sketches of Joker’s eyes, all acid green and wide and maniacal. You don’t remember making it. But it makes your stomach churn and your heart race.
“Huh. Forgot I drew that.” You remark, brushing your hair back, keeping the knife hidden.
“Baby, come onn! We don’t have to dance around this anymore, ya know?” He complains, shoving the sketchbook into your hands. “No more of this pining from afar, we can finally hang out and do something fun.”
His vioce drops at fun, into something menacing, and you don’t stop, or think. You just act.
The knife goes slicing toward his face, ready to carve a new scar into it. He dips back, shrieking laughter escaping, and there’s a knife in his hand now, a gleaming silver blade that could bleed you dry, unlike the vegetable knife in your hand. He lunged forward, cackling.
“Oh come on! I know you’re not ready yet, but we’ll have so much fun! Come on, we’ll be buddies, it’ll be great!”
You’re dodging back from streaks of silver, which slash through the air, and then he dips low.
Buried his knife in the same place he shot you, in the thick scar tissue of your thigh.
You scream, the sound shrill and pained, and he shoves you to the ground, gloved hands covering your mouth.
“Shh!!! You can’t get Batsy running yet!!” He laughs, and you thrash against him, hot blood running down your thigh, fingers scrambling against his deceptively thin figure. “At least not until you’re like me.”
He presses a clothe against your mouth, and the world begins to flicker.
The last thing you see before passing out is acid green eyes.
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Adam's Second Sin
Warnings: Adam (the Bible) x Joker x Kermit, breeding kink, discussion of God's hypocricy, muppet hole
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Adam screamed in frustration. How was he meant to populate the earth without Eve? As much as he despised her, he yearned to spread his seed across the land and just... BREED. He balled up his fists into his hair, lost in thought, when suddenly... A rustling from the bushes, with a hushed, crazed laughter and an amphibious-sounding moan.
"Shhh... Kermit, you have to keep it down, darling~ or the very first man will hear us... or is that what you want, you filthy exhibitionist <3"
Adam's errection perked up, listening. "I think I have found something worth breeding," he thought.
He pounced like a lion into the bushes, gasping at what he saw. Another man... how could this be? He had so recently been cast from the Garden of Eden, and believed after vowing to part ways with the traitorous Eve that he would never see another human again. But here, on the ground, was the Clown Prince of Crime himself. And what was this...?
Pinned below Joker, face-down in the lush grass between the bushes, was a blushing, drooling muppet. Joker's white hands were wrapped around the frog's green felt wrists, and what intruiged Adam even more... was the clown's white member pumping deep into Kermit's tight hole. Adam gulped.
Kermit's eyes met Adams and he stuttered, trying to alert Joker to their intruder. However, Joker's throbbing cock was so thick and felt so delicious in his hole, that he very quickly forgot how to speak and instead whined like a whore, twitching under the green-haired man.
"Ahem," said Adam. Joker lept up in suprise, jumping back just as he began to cum. White, milky ropes of seed burst from him like a firework, painting the grass below as well as Kermit, whose empty hole twitched around nothing as he wailed im despair. Joker's seed had miraculously missed Kermit's hole, despite splashing nearly everywhere else.
Joker's cock softened as his eyebrows raised. He grinned with his beautiful red lips and his shining white teeth. Like a shark's, with eyes just as predatory.
"Well I'll be damned! The father of humanity, come to watch our lovely display. I suppose we should be honored," the clown purred. "Perhaps we should call you Daddy? Ha, simply a joke. That is why they call me the Joker," Joker explained.
"Oh," said Adam. He considered this. He considered his lust, his primal need to breed, and the considerably breedable muppet lying painted in white on the ground.
Adam considered God. He wondered what motivation his Father had when creating him. What was Adam's purpose? Eden had been a paradise, but there was no meaning there. He was always destined to sin. Perhaps that was the reason God could never look him in the eyes. He was not the firstborn. He was the lamb to be sacrificed so that all of humanity would be allowed to live, to love, and to fail. And then to be condemened for their predestined failure. Adam realized he was created to sin and pass that sin onto humanity.
Well, so be it, Adam thought. I will sin on the outskirts of Eden. I will fuck this muppet until he is pregnant.
He nodded to himself resolutely. He turned to Joker, who had one eyebrow raised and a half-hard cock.
"No. Do not call me Daddy. I am your equal... may I please breed your beautiful muppet?"
Joker laughed in surprise, turning to Kermit who was still writhing and moaning on the ground. "Kermit? What do you think, darling?"
Kermit looked up, "Y-yes. Please..." he croaked.
Adam was rock hard and ready to fuck. Not make love, no there was no love left inside of him. It had been taken alongside his rib.
The man positioned himself behind Kermit, dragging the tip of his length alongside Kermit's pulsing, wet hole. "Gods... Kermit, I see why Joker was so worked up and excited," Adam growled, pushing in to the hilt.
"Fuck! Adam!" Kermit screamed.
Adam pumped into him, deep and hard, animalistically.
"Fuck.. Kermit.. Ah, hah, yes, hahhh~"
Joker was softly chuckling and stroking his member at the sight of his lover being pounded into with such vigor. What a view, he mused.
"OOOOHHHhh, Adam~" Kermit moaned like a prayer.
Kermit was fucked so hard that his moans began to sound instead like a beautiful song, familiar to Adam. He came with tears in his eyes, nearly roaring when he did so. His salty seed felt different to Kermit, but he came as well despite the different feeling causing him to wish it was Joker's cum inside him.
As Adam pulled out, a single string of cum connected his cock and the delicious, overflowing hole.
"Now he is pregnant with my child," Adam stated grimly. He feared what human-muppet hybrid would be spawned by this affair, a fear that earlier had been quelled by his lust.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by Joker's insane laughter and Kermit's weak giggle. "What!" Adam demanded.
"Muppets," Kermit laughed, full of cum, "can't get pregnant, silly."
"WHAT?" Screamed Adam. "Then how will I repopulate the earth? Somebody needs to be impregnated!"
"And someome certainly will..." said Joker, approaching with his errection approaching first.
The clown winked at the human. "Tell me, darling, what do you know about mpreg?"
To be coninued
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all is fair in love and war. . . jason todd.
it is four in the morning but this idea of the joker kidnapping jason's girlfriend, and hurting her in front of him, has been keeping me awake so here we are.
of course this is going to include violence, blood / gore, descriptive injuries, kidnapping, and other things of that likeness. will also include mentions of hospitals / hospital machinery and leukemia so if you are sensitive / easily triggered by those categories, this is not for you </3
summary : you are the resurrected jason todd's girlfriend, living with your mother and little brother in the crime ridden city of gotham. whenever there is danger near you, the red hood immediately swoops in to save you. this has not gone unnoticed by one particular clown of gotham. so he decides to use you to get to the red hood. && this kinda goes along with the arkham knight route of jason's past.
also i kinda hate how i represented the joker in some parts so bear with me. and this is really long. like. way longer than i anticipated. so. sorry?
with that all being said and done, off we go into this delirious one shot.
"i'm sorry" tears were falling from the girl's eyes. "i didn't have a choice."
the boy scoffed. "there's always a choice." he had been led here, sold out by someone he loves once again. first it was his mother, who cared more for her drugs than she did her own son. now, it was his lover. the two women in his life who he was supposed to always be able to trust. and they were the two who had betrayed him. the irony was suffocating.
"he took my brother. he took him." the girl was struggling against her bonds, tied to the balcony above him. her fresh bruises and the cut above her eye showed she had put up a fight. "he's only a boy."
"so was i," the boy's voice cracked. he was twenty - two now, but it was only six years ago when he was trapped in a warehouse much like this one. he was tortured, beaten and abused endlessly for days, weeks, months. a video was taken over the span of the boy's time away. it was sent to his father. the boy's father had done nothing. he was the most powerful man in gotham, and he did nothing. he watched. when he finally did something, it was too late. the boy was dead. the clown had won.
"you would've done the same if it was any one of your brothers."
"i know. it's okay, i'm not mad," his voice sounded distant. she was right, of course. all of his brothers could take care of themselves, and could be scary sometimes, but the boy loved them too much to let them be hurt in any way, even if he doesn't show it.
"i'm sorry," she whispered once more.
from the shadows, that same maniacal laughter from all those years ago rose up from the balcony. the boy faltered, falling into the arms of two large henchmen, who held him tightly. the clacking of the clown's shoes came closer. "ah, young love. so pure. so innocent." he stepped into the light. "so . . . fragile." there stood the clown prince of gotham in his purple suit and bright green hair combed back neatly. his face was painted snow white, accented with his trademark blood red smile. the red looked so much like fresh blood the boy stole a glance at his girl. the cut above her eye had not stopped bleeding. he became sick to his stomach as the thought of the clown's smile being painted with her blood. joker's green eyes were staring down into the boy's deep blue ones. "hello, jason."
the room got smaller. it became harder to breathe. it felt as though he had been slammed into a brick wall. he could still hear it. the scrape of the crowbar. the ticking of the bomb. the crunch of his bones. he could feel the metal breaking him again and again. the ties digging into his skin. the iron taste of blood on his tongue. he had spent six months being abused and tortured by this very villain. it took all of his strength not to just shoot the clown down where he stood.
"it's so good to see you again, little birdie. how's your back? healed nicely after i broke it, i hope. did you get my flowers? i made batsy promise he'd bring them to your grave." the word grave made jason suck in a breath. he had died. and it had been this clown's fault. now he was here, at the mercy of the joker once more.
the joker circled the girl, and crouched down to her level. he ran a gloved hand down her arm. "such a beautiful girl."
"don't touch her!" the red hood shouted from below, struggling against the men holding him.
the clown ignored him. "do you want to hear a joke?" the girl nodded, terrified. she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "good, good. so, what's red and bad for your teeth?" he grabbed something from the dark with one hand, the other caressing her face. "a brick!" laughing his heartless laugh, the brick came crashing down and slammed into her face. the girl fell to the floor, her scream echoing through the abandoned warehouse.
"(y/n)!" jason's vision rimmed red with fury. he snapped. he wrenched away from his captors, taking both down easily. more of joker's goonies filed into the room. without hesitating, jason killed every single one of them. he would burn the joker down to the ground for hurting her. another scream came from the balcony. jason looked to where she was. the joker had hit her again. distracted, he was easily overpowered. the joker had his people strip him of his utility belt and all weapons. he was helpless.
"now, now, birdie, let's not get too excited here. i know you're just dying for your turn, but don't worry. my crowbar is stored safely away, waiting for your return." the joker walked to the edge of the balcony, tossing the brick between his hands. it dripped with her blood.
"let her go, joker. it's me you want. not her. leave her out of this," jason pleaded.
"ah, ah, ah. sorry, birdie, but no can do! she here is the key to your obedience." the joker just shook his head. he turned back to the girl, "this might sting." the joker continued to hurt her, and jason was defenseless. she grew quieter with every strike, and jason began to worry the joker had pushed too far.
"(y/n). . ." jason breathed. the joker had forced her to stand, and jason got a look at all the damage that had been done. her face was swollen and scratched. the smooth skin now rough and uneven. her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, matted in knots mixed with dirt and blood. her eyes flitted open and jason got a glance at her irises. one was red from the cut above it. her eye was trying to push the blood out, so it looked as though she was crying bloody tears. her white shirt had been ripped open, revealing her lacy black bra. it was jason's favorite of hers because of the way it defined her features. the lace was torn, and the straps were fraying, slipping from her shoulders. right under her collarbone was red and irritated. the joker had written something on her, much like the "J " he had branded on jason's face. jason tried to make out what it said, but the word was too bloody and too rough to see what it was. her side stained the shirt red, the mark spreading to her stomach. the joker had hit something, and hit it hard. her black flared skirt hid the dark stains of blood well, but jason knew they were there. her long legs were scarred from both the beatings and the jagged floor beneath her. her wrists and ankles were bound by a thorny rope, the material digging into her skin. jason prayed to whatever god what out there that the rope didn't cut too far, for fear of any one of her veins being opened. her bare feet were being stabbed by the jagged iron floor beneath her. blood dripped in a steady stream to the floor below her. the joker had hold of her arm, and it was clear he was the only thing stopping her from falling.
"isn't she so pretty? such a pretty, pretty angel." joker grabbed her face. "wait, now hold on a second. she needs a smile." joker pressed two of his fingers against the wound on her side. evangeline winced, losing her balance, while joker raised the two fingers to her lips and painted a smile on her face. "look, we're matching!" he showed off her smile of blood to jason, his trademark smile right next to hers.
jason couldn't look. his love, his one, his person, was in this mess because of him. she was bloody, broken and bruised because of him. if he had just stayed away, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. but she was so intoxicating. her voice, her laugh, her tendencies and quirks were things he couldn't live without now. it all started in that damn library with that damn book. pride and prejudice. they had tried to check it out at the same time. it was a cliche meet-cute, but jason wouldn't ask for anything better. he had let her check it out, and when it had been returned a week later, (y/n) had left a slip of paper bookmarked on the first chapter. on the note, it read her phone number. "this is a bit risky, but there's no way in hell i'm passing up a hot guy who reads jane austen. call me! xx (y/n)". that was over six months ago.
of course jason called her. she had been so damn beautiful when they met. her hair was half up in a knot on her head, the other fell down in cascading waves. her loose clothes hung from her frame, revealing nothing about the shape of the body beneath it. her lips were slightly chapped, and you could tell she bit on it as a nervous habit. her hands had been cracked, dry from the cold weather outside. she had been standing in the sun, so her blue light glasses reflected across those eyes, and they shone in response.
they set up a date. they were going to meet at the local coffee shop, just across from the library. again, it was cliche, but jason wouldn't have had it any other way. they sat in that coffee shop until closing, having been there for over six hours. they talked about everything: their families, their likes and dislikes, past pets, childhood, and even their most embarrassing moments. when the baristas kicked them out for closing, neither one wanted the night to end. jason wanted to stay with her forever, wanted to hear her lustrous voice for eternity. she invited him back to her apartment, and he smiled so wide as he accepted. they stayed up all night- well, jason did. (y/n) fell asleep on the couch at around four am, three fourths of the way through the six hour pride and prejudice movie.
now here stood the same girl, still just as beautiful, but her beauty was marred by blood and grime. (y/n) looked so helpless in the joker's arms. her broken body was like a ragdoll, limp and lifeless. the sight made jason want to cry and scream and vomit all at the same time. she was so precious and didn't deserve this.
"please," red hood pleaded once more. the psychotic clown just smiled back at him. "i'm begging you. i'll do anything. just don't hurt her anymore."
"my, my. you didn't even beg for your life, but you'll beg for hers?" the joker mused, studying jason. jason was on his knees on the floor below him, his hands bound behind his back. he had been stripped of his utility belt and all weapons. his mask was broken and scattered across the floor, and the domino one wore underneath had been removed. his comm link had been ripped from his ear and crushed. no calling for help now. it was just jason and the joker's army.
"she's all i have left." the words were a whisper, laced with ruin and defeat.
"then i will take her from you, too." the joker pulled out a shiny revolver from behind his back.
"no!" jason called out, tears staining his vision.
glass rained from the ceiling as canisters of smoke gas filled the room. somebody was attacking the warehouse.
a gunshot rang out. a female voice cried in a silenced scream. a body fell to the floor.
"(y/n)!"
just then, four vigilantes landed in the warehouse. the joker screamed out, fleeing from the scene and taking the still body of the girl with him. more goons filled the room as the vigilantes prepared for a fight. the henchmen holding onto jason had let go of him, but he hadn't moved. he was delirious, in shock and unresponsive. a comforting hand was on his shoulder.
"jason? jason, are you okay? are you hurt?" it was dick grayson, aka nightwing and jason's older brother. "come on, jay. we gotta get you outta here." he hauled his younger brother to his feet, slinging jason's arm around dick's shoulders. jason vaguely took in the scene, seeing spoiler, robin and red robin all fighting off men twice their sizes.
"she's gone," jason muttered, mostly to himself. "i couldn't protect her, and now she's dead."
"it's okay, little wing. you're safe now." nightwing's voice was calm. "oracle, red hood's been injured. i can't say how bad, but there's blood all over the warehouse. the joker got to him again. you got to get us out of here." a muffled voice responded to dick's call for help. soon, the batcopter was hovering over them, releasing a ladder for the vigilantes to grab onto. "spoiler, robin, let's go! red robin, come on! we got red hood." the other three nodded in response, running for the swinging rope ladder. but jason's weak body began fighting against dick as he hauled him up.
"no! i won't leave without her!" he thrashed.
"without who? come on, little wing. there's bombs rigged all over the warehouse, we got to go."
"(y/n)! i have to save her. he took her. the blood, it's hers, not mine. please, dick. she's all i have."
dick ran a gloved hand down his face. "shit. jason we can't do anything now. the joker's gone. we have to get back to the batcave first, then we can start looking for her."
jason wasn't happy with that answer, pushing himself off dick. nightwing made a motion to robin that he didn't see, and something sharp was in his neck. his body slowed, becoming numb. dick grabbed him once again. they drugged him? hurt flashed in jason's heavy lidded eyes.
"you bastard. he's gonna kill her," jason croaked. but nightwing just shook his head. then the world went black.
jason awoke some time later, strapped down to a cot in the batcave's medical bay. dick and bruce were in a heated argument a few meters away, while alfred was tending to jason's wounds. tim and damian were spectators to the argument, but it was clear they were on dick's side. cass, steph and duke were no where to be seen. barbara was at the batcomputer, running back the tapes of the previous night's events. jason turned back to his brothers, where it looked like bruce was about to give up. he caught a few words, but couldn't hear much.
"-not stable-"
"-locked up, bruce! he's a hu-"
"it's not safe-"
they were arguing over him, jason could tell. sighing, he looked away, staring at the ceiling.
"master bruce is concerned for you, master jason," alfred's soft voice spoke as the man cleaned his supplies. "you keep running off to track down the joker, and he doesn't understand why. perhaps you should talk to him." the butler left without another word.
he doesn't understand? how could he not? i had to save (y/n), surely bruce understands that. i failed her yesterday, but i won't do that again. i'll find the joker, and i'll kill him like i should've all those years ago.
thumping footsteps pulled jason from his thoughts. it was bruce. he took the seat alfred had just occupied. dick, tim and damian had left the room. jason didn't look at his adoptive father, just kept on staring up. no doubt it was bruce who ordered jason be chained down like a rabid animal.
"jason-" oh no. he was using his tired dad voice. "why did you go after the joker like that yesterday? no one is ever supposed to face him alone." that was a rule bruce had implemented after jason died the first time. dick had nearly murdered the joker when he found out about jason, and bruce had to stop him from going too far. he had already lost one son to the joker, and couldn't lose another. one of the first things he told tim was to never try and face the joker without bruce or someone else there. even then, bruce didn't like the idea of any of his children taking on the clown prince, no matter how many stood against him. the joker was just too unpredictable.
"i had to save her." his voice was dry.
"save who, jason?"
jason said the answer as though it was obvious. it was to him. "(y/n)."
bruce's sigh could be heard halfway across the world. "jason, how many times do we have to go over this? (y/n)'s dead. she died three months ago."
the memory played in jason's head without his permission.
(y/n), lying in a hospital bed with a forced smile stretched across her lips. the heart monitor next to her was slowing, as was her breathing. the girl's cold hands were clasped firmly in jason's warm ones. it was just them in the room, the doctors had left to give them privacy. they were supposed to be saying their goodbyes, but no words could be spoken. she had been diagnosed a few weeks before they met, but had abstained from telling him until a couple months ago.
"say something, please." her voice was barely above a whisper, but that was all the strength (y/n) could muster.
"what's there to say? you're going to die tonight, and i can't do anything about it." jason didn't know how to process his emotions, so he had just turned them off. he felt like he was suffocating in this stupid room. "we were supposed to have the rest of our lives together. i had plans for you and me, you know? i was gonna build us a pretty yellow house, far from here. i was gonna marry you, give you a couple of kids, you know? i was ready to drop everything for you. give up my life as a vigilante for you. but now you're gonna die. you're dying right now."
his words hurt her heart. she wanted that life with him. she wanted kids with him, she wanted to marry him. "i wanna marry you, jailbird." jailbird. it was her nickname for him once she learned he was former robin and now red hood.
"yeah? really?" he picked up his head, to meet her starry, watery eyes. she sniffled and nodded. jason smiled a little and pulled a box out of his pocket. he got down on one knee and opened the box. inside, was a beautiful wedding ring, given to him by his stepmother, catherine todd. she was a shitty person, and he didn't care for her at all, but the ring was the only thing she left him when catherine died. "(y/n), i love you more than i've ever loved anyone. i didn't even think it was possible to have all the feelings i have for you. please, will you marry me?"
her tears rolled down her pale cheeks. "yes, of course, baby. of course i'll marry you. i love you so much, jason. i love you so goddamn much."
(y/n) died hours later.
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&&. okay so tbh i didn't know how to end this, and then when i decided i wanted the reader to end up being dead i didn't know how to do that either. so the last like eight paragraphs are kinda just a disaster. oh well. hope you enjoyed and i always take requests! i write anything and everything having to do w dc / batfamily, so don't hesitate to ask for the wildest of things. xx atticus
#jason todd#red hood#batfam#jason todd x reader#the joker#dc comics#joker#dc joker#jason todd angst#batfam angst
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BATMAN/SUPERMAN: WORLD’S FINEST vol.2: STRANGE VISTOR
Mark Waid & Dan Mora bring the Silver/Bronze Age vibes to the modern day, turning it allllll up to 111 in the second World’s Finest volume! I wasn’t expecting the Joker so soon, but the Clown Prince of Crime is used to fantastic dramatic effect, here. It’s action-packed, it’s exciting and it’s kinda silly, but it’s the good kind of silly only comics can get away with!
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ out of 5
Official synopsis:
“The Dark Knight and the Man of Steel might have been victorious in their battle against the dreaded Devil Nezha, but there’s one thing they forgot in all the madness…
Dick! First, Robin the Boy Wonder is lost in time and to find him, Batman and Superman will need to get creative!
Then learn the untold story of Superman’s short-lived sidekick is at last revealed, but what secret connection to one of DC’s most timeless tales does this story foreshadow?”
Collects…
Batman/Superman: World’s Finest #6-11
176 pages
Standard hardcover
DC Comics
2023
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Year of the Bat - Number 15
Welcome to Year of the Bat! In honor of Kevin Conroy, Arleen Sorkin, and Richard Moll, I’m counting down my Top 31 Favorite Episodes of “Batman: The Animated Series” throughout this January. We’ve officially entered the Top 15!
TODAY’S EPISODE QUOTE: “Kids these days. No respect.”
Number 15 is…Legends of the Dark Knight.
One of the great things about many famous comic book characters is their adaptability. Some of these characters were created nearly a century ago; Batman, for example, first appeared in the late 1930s. (He actually turns 85 Years Old this very year!) Some characters that old who were popular then have, for one reason or another, not stood the test of time. Batman has, and part of this is because his creators found him easy to adapt and reconfigure as times changed. Bruce Wayne and his universe have been portrayed more seriously or more goofily over the decades, and have been made to appeal to adults and children alike time and time again. “Batman: The Animated Series” is widely considered the most definitive take on the Caped Crusader and his world specifically because the writers who worked on this show understood this, and had a deep love for ALL sides of Batman’s world. The show, therefore, hits a near-perfect balance, overall, between silly superhero shenanigans, and dark, complex, sometimes downright brutal storytelling.
“Legends of the Dark Knight” is an episode that exemplifies not only the skillful balance of tone the Animated Series managed for the majority of its run, but acts as a tribute to the long and storied history of Batman, and the adaptability of the character. The plot focuses on a group of random children, living in Gotham, all of whom are gossiping about the mysterious Dark Knight. Through their banter, they start to share stories and theories about what Batman is really like, all of which pay homage to different past incarnations of Batman. Some of these references are relatively brief; for example, a passing friend of theirs named “Joel,” and his bizarre, strangely effeminate fixations on Batman, are meant to be a joking reference to Joel Schumacher’s much maligned film versions of the character. Another case is one young man who makes insinuations of Batman being some monstrous vampire, a reference to the Elseworlds “Batman & Dracula Trilogy” written by Doug Moench.
The most notable of these homages, however, are two long sequences of the show, acting essentially as stories within a story. The first is a tribute the late Golden Age and the Silver Age of comics, as well as to the Adam West 1960s TV series. It features an original adventure, with Batman and Robin battling the Joker, when the Clown Prince of Crime tries to steal the original score of the opera “Pagliacci.” The second sequence is taken directly from the pages of Frank Miller’s somewhat controversial (but highly influential) masterwork, “The Dark Knight Returns.” This one adapts and combines two scenes from the graphic novel, where Batman faces the despicable Mutant Leader. I love both these sequences; it’s neat to see the way the animation style changes for each to match the decade and story style (I especially love how the first sequence so accurately captures the look of Dick Sprang’s famous aesthetics). Interestingly, they also bring in new voice actors to play the characters in each one; instead of Mark Hamill, for example, Michael McKean plays the 60s-era Joker. Meanwhile, Michael Ironside – who would later play the devilish Darkseid for the DCAU – voices Frank Miller’s Batman. Both are perfect casting.
The episode ends with the kids bearing witness to the real Batman – Conroy’s vocals and all – duking it out with the villainous Firefly. I used to love this episode a lot more, but upon revisiting it, I felt I had lost some love for it, and I think part of it is this final sequence. While I love the idea of the kids encountering the real Batman after all that, and I suppose such a thing was inevitable with a plot like this…something about it feels underwhelming after the spectacular sequences we saw earlier in the episode. It’s hard for me to say what the issue is, but I don’t think that was the intention, based on the way things are set up and described in-story. Still, it’s not necessarily a bad ending, for various and probably obvious reasons. It’s a great episode that showcases a different perspective (several different perspectives, in fact) on Batman and the City as a whole, and if you’re as much of a fan of the history of this character – and the duality of the Animated Series itself – as I am, you owe it to yourself to give this one a quick peek. That is, of course, presuming you haven’t already.
Tomorrow we move on to Number 14!
Hint: “This used to be a beautiful street. Good people lived here once.”
#list#countdown#best#favorites#new year's special#year of the bat#top 31 btas episodes#btas#batman: the animated series#tnba#the new batman adventures#dcau#dc#batman#animation#tv#number 15#legends of the dark knight#joker#dark knight returns#firefly#garfield lynns#robin
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Beware the bat character drop: joker
Well...here he is, the new joker
Yeah after seeing Beetlejuice it was hard to not envision him as the joker, down to the mannerisms,sense of humor, craving of chaos, and the self awareness. I can go on and on and on.
Beware the bat takes place around 2-3 years after this universe's version of knightfall(pre Jason Todd?. Joker was sent into hiding by Bane wanting his ass dead and he later showed up in Arkham. During that span of time, numerous joker copycats sprouted up wanting to become the new clown prince of crime. There were 4 of these copycats, and they all are based off of the common ways people interpret the character of joker(both acting and reception)
There's one based off of the way the Heath Ledger Joker became a symbol for incels and toxic masculinity and what not(note I'm not making fun of the portrayal itself, Heath Ledger is and always will be the best version of the Joker put to live action, it's just the way people use him in stuff like "sigma male" memes and whatnot, kinda like Patrick Bateman)
Because it's my au and I had the perfect opportunity, there's a copycat thats based off of the Jared Leto version
(I hate even looking at him)
There's a copycat based off of the Batman who laughs and how DC tries so hard to make him batman's perfect opposite and greatest nemesis
And lastly there's one who is just a cosplayer that joker hunted down because he didn't commit all the way, in my head I have him kinda looking like this joker cosplay by Anthony Misiano
Joker In beware the bat is a mix between the chaotic volatile maniac of Heath Ledger
mixed with the campy gadget wielding man who has a bang gun of the animated series Joker, voiced by Mark Hamill with no in between
You either get "oooh I'm gonna try to get a species of fish named after me" joker or you're gonna get the one that interviews a hostage and brutally murdered him on camera
His origin is mainly up to debate,they think his name is Jack Napier but other than that we have no idea. Some say he was a disgruntled amusement park performer who had enough, some say he was a mobster who was abused to his limit, some just think he turned out that way.
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The Folio Society to Publish "DC: Batman" Celebrating Batman's 85th Anniversary
The Folio Society and DC Comics are partnering on DC: Batman, a hardback book celebrating the Dark Knight's 85th anniversary. The 320-page deluxe compilation will include 12 seminal comics all selected and introduced by DC President, Publisher, and Editor-in-Chief Jennette Kahn. DC: Batman will also come with stand-alone replica copy of Batman #1, "scanned in its entirety from an original 1940 copy...which includes the original back-up strips and vintage ads and introduces DC’s Clown Prince of Crime, aka The Joker, and The Cat, who would come to be known as Catwoman." (DC Comics)
Per DC Comics, DC: Batman includes:
"Facsimile: Batman #1 (Spring 1940)
Writer: Bill Finger
Cover artists: Bob Kane, Jerry Robinson
Artists: Bob Kane, Sheldon Moldoff
Editor: Whitney Ellsworth
The Bat-Man
Detective Comics #27 (May 1939)
Writer: Bill Finger
Artist: Bob Kane
Editor: Vincent Sullivan
Robin—the Boy Wonder
Detective Comics #38 (April 1940)
Writer: Bill Finger
Artists: Bob Kane, Jerry Robinson
Editor: Whitney Ellsworth
The Crimes of Two-Face!
Detective Comics #66 (August 1942)
Writer: Bill Finger
Artists: Jerry Robinson, George Roussos
Letterers: Ira Schnapp
Editor: Whitney Ellsworth
Batman and Green Arrow: The Senator’s Been Shot!
The Brave and the Bold #85 (September 1969)
Writer: Bob Haney
Cover artist: Neal Adams
Penciler: Neal Adams
Inker: Dick Giordano
Letterer: Ben Oda
Editor: Murray Boltinoff
Daughter of the Demon
Batman #232 (June 1971)
Writer: Dennis O'Neil
Cover artist: Neal Adams
Penciler: Neal Adams
Inker: Dick Giordano
Letterer: John Costanza
Editor: Julius Schwartz
The Dead Yet Live
Detective Comics #471 (August 1977)
Writer: Steve Englehart
Cover artists: Marshall Rogers, Terry Austin, Tatjana Wood, Gaspar Saladino
Penciler: Marshall Rogers
Inker: Terry Austin
Colorists: Marshall Rogers
Letterer: John Workman
Editors: Julius Schwartz, E. Nelson Bridwell
The Dark Knight Returns
Batman: The Dark Knight Returns #1 (June 1986)
Writer: Frank Miller
Cover artists: Frank Miller, Lynn Varley
Penciler: Frank Miller
Inker: Klaus Janson
Colorist: Lynn Varley
Letterer: John Costanza
Editors: Dick Giordano, Dennis O'Neil
Batman: Year One—Chapter One: Who I Am—How I Come to Be
Batman #404 (February 1987)
Writer: Frank Miller
Artist: Dave Mazzucchelli
Colorist: Richmond Lewis
Letterer: Todd Klein
Editor: Dennis O'Neil
Batman: The Killing Joke (July 1988)
Writer: Alan Moore
Cover artists: Brian Bolland, Richard Bruning
Artist: Brian Bolland
Colorist: John Higgins
Letterer: Richard Starkings
Editors: Dennis O'Neil, Dan Raspler
The Last Arkham (Part One)
Batman: Shadow of the Bat #1 (June 1992)
Writer: Alan Grant
Cover artist: Brian Stelfreeze
Penciler: Norm Breyfogle
Inker: Norm Breyfogle
Colorist: Adrienne Roy
Letterer: Todd Klein
Editors: Scott Peterson, Dennis O'Neil
Knightfall Part 1: Crossed Eyes and Dotty Teas
Batman #492 (May 1993)
Writer: Doug Moench
Cover artists: Kelley Jones, Bob LeRose
Penciler: Norm Breyfogle
Inker: Norm Breyfogle
Colorist Adrienne Roy
Letterer: Richard Starkings
Editors: Scott Peterson, Jordan B. Gorfinkel, Dennis O'Neil"
DC: Batman is available at The Folio Society.
(Image via DC Comics)
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His Lighthouse: Craving the Light (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
Craving the Light
series summary:
Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?
chapter summary:
It’s been six months since Gotham has been plagued by Joker until today. A distressed 911 call alerts all available police officers to Gotham Regional Bank for an active hostage situation. No one expected the arrest to expose a secret well over a half a year old.
Without further ado I hope you enjoy the story!
Next Chapter
"It's gonna be hard tracking her down off a blurry pic. You sure you can do it?" He asked.
Silence was his answer. Typical, but who was he to doubt his skills anyway?
Two figures stood outside of an interrogation room eying a third male who was handcuffed while in a straight jacket and staring off into the distance. He was abnormally quiet, unlike his usual boisterous self. Joker hadn't said a word since they arrested him and it was just another factor that made this night oh so unusual.
Jim knew something was off.
For starters, Joker willingly let Batman take him in. There was no playful banter between them, and the whole arrest was done without a fight. It was as if the clown had surrendered. Which he never did, at least not without a carefully thought out plan in motion.
But this time it was simply that. A surrender.
From Joker's somber demeanor to his tight lipped mouth, Jim knew this arrest would be one for the history books. Even Batman stuck around, his instincts also telling him that something was off.
Would this be another breakout scheme like the major Asylum island takeover years back? Should they lock down the precinct for good measure? What was Joker planning?
A seasoned cop sat down in front of the Clown Prince of Crime but noticed Joker didn't look his normal self. Gone was his dark sinister smile and his eyes were downcast, not alive with mischief and promising destruction. It gave the cop an uneasy feeling but he had a job to do.
Booking had already patted Joker down and seized his usual arsenal of weapons but this time a personal item was included in the haul. Something that had the entire precinct abuzz with rumors.
Joker's clothing didn't have any labels or designer tags. He carried nothing on him that humanized him but today, they found a photo among his possessions.
Forensics dusted it for prints and any printer identification (no matches) but with the world's greatest detective in the building, surely they could get an answer as to who this mysterious woman was. Computer Analysis was already running it through photo recovery and the missing people database and no doubt so was Batman on his advanced tech.
"Who is she?" The cop flicked the photo copy across the table to Joker. His reaction however was not expected.
"Did you see that?" Jim commented from behind the two way glass. A rhetorical question for just about everyone saw it.
Joker flinched.
"Don'tcha find it odd? You've been off the radar for several months.. not a peep from ya then all of a sudden, you walk into Gotham Regional Bank an' hold it hostage with.. heh this is a new one, a stapler.
Bless this cop. He was trying his hardest to get the clown to talk but nothing was working. He sighed and tried a different tactic.
"I'll say this, it was real sloppy! No thought. No pizazz.. and ya didn't resist when we brought you in. What's really going on hmm? Then we find this," he held up the photo for Joker, "in your possession. Did ya kill her? Another trophy for your bloody ledger?”
"We lost track of how many people you've killed over the years but she must've been something special. You kept her photo and in pristine condition too!”
It was worth noting Gotham’s finest loved to taunt, but Jim let it slide due to the unusual circumstances. Every angle had to be pursued to get some answers— so the interrogation dragged on for another hour, all without a word from Joker.
"This is going nowhere Gordon." Came a deep, gravelly voice.
Before Jim could stop him, Batman already stormed into the room, ready to use unnecessary force.
Joker took one look at his nemesis and rolled his eyes. "Seriously Bats. I'm not in the mood.”
"But I am.”
Batman made quick work of lifting Joker out of his seat and delivered a right hook to his rib cage. Any normal person would have hollowed in pain yet Joker simply shook his head and let out a sarcastic ow.
His tolerance for pain was legendary after all. Nothing hurt anymore. At least that's what he originally thought.
"Where is she?" Batman bellowed in the closed off room.
"Mm, have I heard that line before?" Another blow to the stomach had Joker wheezing out a laugh but nothing more.
This went on until Joker's back collided with the small table in the room. The cop sitting there jumped away knowing his part in this interrogation was over. There goes his shot at a promotion, but Batman knew the clown best.
While the officer was waiting for the door to buzz open, Joker finally decided to speak.
"..I don't know.”
Batman wanted to roll his eyes. Did Joker think he was an idiot? He barked out his reply hoping to provoke Joker. "Yes you do! You killed her, it's what you do. Now talk!”
Something in the phrase rubbed Joker the wrong way for he found some hidden strength, despite being restrained in a straight jacket, and stood up. He growled and pushed the caped crusader away, looking more like a cornered animal with each passing breath.
"No... No. I. Did. NoT. I would never!”
'What in the world?' Jim and everyone else thought to themselves as the Clown Prince of Crime denied killing someone. This night was straight out of a fever dream and it was only getting weirder.
"Not her. Not my Light." The nickname sat heavily in the air giving pause to everyone present. Live footage of the interrogation was being fed to a tv monitor for other cops to see as well as the Commissioner himself who stood behind the one way glass in disbelief.
This was.. working? Slowly but surely Joker was giving them clues as to who this mysterious woman was.
All they had to go on was a blurry picture but now they had a vague nickname regarding light. It was probably a long shot that the girl was still alive but bringing some form of closure to her family was the right thing to do.
The wheels were turning in Bruce's head and he picked at Joker's crumbling mental state for more clues. "What does someone like you know about the light?”
"Uh Bats.. I know more than you do." Joker slid down the wall to sit on the floor. His devious grin was back but it didn't hold its usual malicious intent. "We were alike you and I, but I fear I've been.. blinded by the light and re-born. Her countenance is so pure, so precious, so..”
“He said she is. As in present tense. So she's still alive, for now.” Bruce thought.
Joker drifted off into a daydream, reliving the past few months on replay. His green eyes were completely black as his pupils dilated. Batman hadn't seen Joker this frazzled since the day they met.
Batman took note in the way Joker's eyes darted wildly about, unable to focus on one set thing.
The clown was back to his normal self. This they could work with. This version they were used to unlike the quiet shell of a man they arrested at the bank. He was still present, but the destructive and dangerous (normal) Joker was slowly coming back.
Gordon was studying the odd change in personalities when Joker's voice barely came through the speakers.
"Her light.. shined on me. She gave me everything until I was nothing."
Batman decided to repeat his question from earlier but reworded for better results. Joker was so far gone in his thoughts anything could slip from his mouth, which gave Batman the opportunity to strike.
"Where is your Light?"
Jim, Batman, and all of the police personnel watching the feed waited with bated breath as Joker sighed.
His shoulders fell with such a weight and not from the bulky straight jacket. Whatever he was about to say would blow their minds. He looked so sincere. So troubled. So... normal it gave everyone whiplash to see it.
With an eerie and hollow tone Joker answered. "She's safe. Away from my darkness."
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I've been wondering what is happening in Gotham City every time the Batman arrests the Joker.
Surely, the Clown Prince of Crime has taken so many lives that at one point someone straight up puts a bullet between his eyes. Someone done with the lies, the bullshit, the escaping.
Someone who can make the Joker's worst fear come true: being forgotten.
That someone could, and should, never be Batman, though.
Many have argued for a more utilitarian future, where the Batman finally crosses his one line and kills the Joker. All the lives that he is taking because he is not dead yet surely outweigh one man's morals?
But the Dark Knight isn't just Batman. He's Bruce Wayne, too. And deep down, Bruce Wayne is still a hurt little boy who saw his parents get murdered in front of him. Deep down, he's still a child that had what was most precious to him taken from him, and wishes to never do that to anyone else ever again. Deep down, Bruce Wayne is out patrolling the streets every night, hoping to prevent what happened to him from happening to other kids.
Bruce has given up everything in his fight against crime. He has given Jason, his fortune, his youth, his life to fighting crime in Gotham.
He should not be made to give the one thing he has managed to keep for himself. He should not have to cross that line because the justice system wants to make him judge, jury, executioner.
But I do not understand why he saves the Joker. He may believe that he should not take a life, but to let it happen is very different. Not to mention Jason just killing the guy.
So Bats, take a night off. Just give Jason a crowbar, or any random citizen in Gotham a gun, and enjoy having to worry significantly less about killer clowns.
Kind regards, Gotham City
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