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spidernuggets · 5 months

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No. 18 "Plea- Please. I can't be hated by you, I just can't" with reader saying this to Jason because he just found out that the Joker is her father

Jason Todd x Joker's Daughter!Reader

"Plea- Please. I can't be hated by you, I just can't."

You tried long and hard to fall out of your father's tight grasp of holding you hostage, telling you many times that you are his flesh and blood. His family. His face and name.

He's repeated that no one in the world will ever love you except him. And even if someone did, if they find out who you're related to, they'd instantly stop loving you. No one in the world is aware of your existence except for him and a few of his goons. Not even Batman knows that the Joker has a kid.

You've watched the Joker torture, maim, kill so many innocent people. You've watched him force other men who can't fend for themselves to work for him.

And for what? Your father does this for a good laugh. Because he's bored. Because he wants to play Tag with Batman.

But with endless lectures and monologues from the Joker, somehow, you remain to stay sane. But every time you tried to escape his hold, he somehow still managed to find you. How does he do it?

You found out from overhearing a discussion to kill Batman that the Joker would use Scarecrow's fear toxin on you to do his bidding, knowing that maltreatment wouldn't get you to do what he wants. And upon this discussion, you hear that you can't escape. That you could never escape from him. He planted a tracking chip, under your tongue.

You instantly ran to what is labelled as your bedroom. But in reality, it's just a small, cramped space with mould growing in all corners, cracks in the walls, and dried blood stains on the floor. But toss an old mattress there, and suddenly it classifies as a bedroom from dear old dad.

There's a shattered mirror hanging on one of the walls. You grab a shard off the floor, staring into the mirror, looking desoerate to take the tracker out. As soon as you lifted your tongue to rip out your tracker, you hear the Joker call for you.

"Ohhh, Y/n, my sweets!" He bellows. You drop the shard, turning to look at your dad with an unamused expression on your face, replying with a harsh 'what'.

"Clear up the attitude, hm? There's someone I'd like you to meet!" He declares, almost in a tune. Your face scrunches in confusion. Joker says no more as he walks away, expecting you to follow, as you do.

You follow him down to the ground floor of the warehouse. And you're shocked to see Robin tied up with barbed wires to a wheelchair. His face is busted, there's dark circles under his eyes, but no one would notice them seeing how bloodied his face was, and his head was hung low.

He looked scared, confused. He looked like he'd given up on trying to escape.

"Meet boy blunder 2.0!" Joker cheered, picking up his crowbar, giving Jason a swing to the leg. Jason grimaces but doesn't scream in pain. He already looks so dead. Joker scoffs in boredom. "Not playing, I see," he mutters. "No matter! I'm quite finished with you anyway. But first!"

The Joker brings out a camera, putting it right in front of Jason. You're confused as to why you were brought down to witness this. You have an understanding that the Joker would kill Robin, but you have no control over what he does. You try to help Robin, and your head would have a bullet in there.

"How long has he been here?" You quietly ask.

"Oh, you know.." The Joker chuckles. "A month... a year? Same difference," he cackles as your eyes widen.

He starts recording, and you don't realise you can be seen in the corner of the background of the footage. The Joker goes on and on with his usual, riddled speeches. Within that, it is revealed to you that this new Robin is identified as Jason Todd, who claims to hate Batman.

"Hey..." The Joker suddenly says to Jason. "I never asked. What's the big secret? Who is the big, bad bat? What's his name? Tell me!" he calmly says.

"Of course, sir. It's-"

No matter how many times you witness your father murder an innocent person, you'd never get used to the sound of his gunshot. Or the sound of his crowbar against bruising flesh. Or his maniacal cackles of dekight when he kills someone. Especially someone who is... was close to Batman.

"Never could stand a tattletale. See, my darling, Y/n?" He says to you. "This is why I work alone. No one to spoil the punchline!" He grands the camera, bringing it to get a closer look at the dead boy in front of you. "You should try it sometime." At this point, you don't know if he's talking to you or the camera. You assume this video footage would be sent to the Bat.

The Joker finishes up the footage, tossing the camera to you as you clumsily catch it. "Export the footage, my sweets. Then, send it to the coordinates that I'll send to you in a bit," he instructs to you.

"Why can't you do it?" You carefully say, trying not to get on his bad side.

"Because..." He hisses, harshly grabbing your face with a firm grip as you winced. "I told you to do it. Now go."

You glare at him, going to go export the footage and send the taoes to the coordinates, in which you assume is where Batman would be currently located.

A month later, everything is quiet. The Joker and most of his goons are out to raid Scarecrow's cookery. You take this opportunity. You head to your room, looking dead in your eyes through the mirror. You slowly open your mouth, sticking your finger in, trying to feel the lumo of where the tracker is situated.

When you find it, you grab a shard, placing it directly over the tracker. You attempted to muffle your whimpers as much as you can to make sure the rest of Joker's goons don't hear you. You were finally able to pop the tracker out, and you hold it up between your eyes, your focus on the blinking light that somehow blinds you. It makes your eyes water, but you drop the tracker to the ground, leaving it there. You're aware that if you step on it, it might send a signal to Joker, indicating that the device he planted in you had been damaged.

So you left it there in your room, you pack whatever shit you can, and you attempt once more to escape that damn warehouse. For the uears you soent in there, you took note of usually unguarded exits and the routines of your dad's goons.

And with that, you successfully stepped foot out of the warehouse. And you took no extra second to bolt away as fast and as far away as you can.

With your bolt for freedom, you go to the closest drug store. Thanks to dear old dad, you managed to steal some essentials. Vitamins, bandages- oh. And some hair dye. You go to whatever public restroom you could find. You got your pocket knife and started to messily cut your hair, along with applying every last drop of that hair dye.

You decided to stay along the outskirts of Gotham. You were never able to get out of the warehouse, so staying in Gotham, a somewhat familiar setting would be safest for you.

And since the outskirts are the poorer sides of town, where the Joker wouldn't be interested in torturing the already tortured, you knew that he wouldn't be a problem for a good while.

So you went around, figuring the in and outs of the outskirts. It's been another few years, and you've forgotten all about the Robin fiasco that occurred in the warehouse. You even forgot that he willingly revealed his identity.

The past few years had been hectic. There was a new Robin roaming around, a new crime lord emerged by the name of Arkham Knight, whose name had died down a bit and is now working alongside Batman... you think?

You were able to get a stable job at Bat Burgers. Luckily, seeing as it's a cheao, greasy fast food place, they didn't need any formal documents. You were able to rent a run-down apartment (which was a huge upgrade to your decomposing room back at the warehouse) and with a little extra cash, you were able to buy snacks for some of the kids along the outskirts.

You were fishing through your bag for your wallet when you bumped into someone, and you hit your face prettg hard against them.

"Ow! Watch it, nitwit!" You snap at them, but they scoff.

"You're the one not watching where you're going," he bites back. And you were about to make a snarky comment, but when you looked up at the stranger, you swear you saw an angel. He was tall... very tall. He also had gorgeous green eyes and a few scars on his face that made him somewhat more attractive.

Your silence indicates to him that you have nothing else to say, and he scoffs once more and leaves. You shake your head away from the thought of how good-looking he was and continued your way towards the grocery store.

You picked up a few meats and vegetables you were going to offer to the soup kitchen down the road, not forgetting to put some candy and snacks in the basket for the kids that would be there.

When you checkout, you headed straight for the soup kitchen, immediately greeting Diane, the owner of the place,with a sweet smile and a wave. You say hi to the other volunteers when you make it to the back of the kitchen, dropping off the plastic bag full of produce, telling the others you won't be long.

When you step out, you're instantly tackled by a bunch of 6 and 7 years olds hugging you tightly, all of them talking at once saying how much they missed you.

"Okay, okay," you laugh with the kids. "Hey, guess what I got," you bend down to their level, lowering your voice, as they all copied you, looking more secretive and quietening. You then whip open your bag, reveal various treats for them as the kids squeal with excitement.

"Alright, alright, one at a time!" You exclaim, happy ti see the kids enjoying their time.

When you wrap things up, you hug the kids once more, saying goodbye and that you'd see them soon. But when you swiftly turn, your face is once more met with a solid surface.

You take a step back, grabbing your nose. "Ow! Shit- again?!" You hiss, your eyes tight shut as your hands apply soothing pressure to your not really broken face.

"You know you shouldn't curse. There's kids around."

You look up, getting a sense of deja vu, seeing the same pair of emerald green eyes looking down at you smugly.

"Ugh.. you," you groaned, secretly glad you got to see him again... just wanting to admire the view, you guess.

"Ugh, me," the handsome stranger mocked with a grin. He stuck his hand out, interested to officially meet the person who continuously walks into his chest. But also, the person who manages to make these kids smile in just a split second.

"Jason."

You raise a brow at his extended arm, shaking it cautiously. "Y/n..." You say, shaking his hand. Didn't he know a Y/n from somewhere?

You notice him wearing an apron. "You volunteer here?" You question as Jason nods his head.

"Whenever I get free time. I only started volunteering recently. Otherwise, I'm just doing whatever. How bout you?"

"Just visits here and there. I don't have time to volunteer fully. Just drop off some food and snacks most of the time, though," you explain, and Jason smiles.

"Well, your time here definitely seems to cheer up those kids. They're always frowning," he says sadly, but you just shrugged.

"It's not much. It's all I can offer. This side of Gotham really isn't Wayne manor," you joke, unaware that you were having a conversation with a son of Bruce Wayne. Well... not until Diane comes up.

"Ah, Y/n! You've met Jason Todd!" She cheers.

Jason Todd. Where have you heard that name before? It's starting to itch the back of your mind.

"Yeah, glad you got another volunteer since you're getting fewer people to help out," you say with a sad smile.

"I know, but it's not every day you get a son of Bruce Wayne to volunteer in a little kitchen," she happily says. One of the workers at the back calls out to Diane for some help. "Well, better get back to work! See you soon, Y/n!" She happily says as she walks off to the back.

Your brows are high, and your eyes are wide as you stare at Jason. "You're... You're a Wayne?!" You say shockingly while looks down at you.

"You didn't know? I'm kind of famous," he starts to say as you look at him cluelessly. "Was announced dead but was actually alove, just gone missing?"

"Nah, doesn't ring a bell."

"Wow, you don't get out much, do you?" He laughs.

"As much as that is an interesting tale to tell, I'm not interested in rich people business," you say as you glance at your watch. "Look, it was nice talking to you. Sorry for walking into you or whatever, but I gotta go. Late for work," you explain as you were about to bolt out the door. But Jason stops you by grabbing your hand.

"Wait! I... I kind of wanted to get to know you more. Can.. I get your number?" He awkwardly asks.

"Oh..." You quietly say. "I... Sorry, I just... Don't have a phone.." You say in embarrassment. But it doesn't seem to bother Jason.

"Oh, well... where do you work? What time would you finish? I can.. uhm. Drop you home if you want?" He offers, and you smile.

"Batburgers. 9pm, " you say as Jason nods and you finally run out the door, sprinting to work.

As promised, Jason comes to visit you half an hour before your shift ends, talking to you about the soup kitchen as you wiped down a table.

When you walk out with him, you notice that he's walking you towards a motorcycle.

"You ride a bike?" You ask.

"Yeah, is that okay?"

"Is it okay?? It's sick!" You exclaim as you hop on behind him once he gets on. Under his helmet, he smiles, thinking how cute your reaction was, as he hands you a spare helmet.

He would be lying if he said his heartbeat sped up when you wrapped your arms around his waist. He just met you. He shouldn't be so nervous around you like this.

"So... would you be free any time this week?" He asks as he walks you up to your apartment complex. You insisted many times you can go on your own, embarrassed for Jason to see where you lived in comparison to Wayne Manor, but Jason assured you that he wouldn't care.

"I have work for the rest of the week," you reply in disappointment. "But... I guess I do finish pretty late each night... wouldn't mind a ride back," you say in hopes that Jason would accept your request of taking both a lift off of him, and his time to talk to him more.

He smiles in response, agreeing to pick you up after work as you gave him your schedule.

Your routine of Jason picking you up during the late nights after work continued. Soon, the two of you went out on actual hangouts through Gotham for a few weeks. Then those weeks turned to months. And soon, Jason frew tired of just being friends with you.

How the hell was he supposed to just be friends with you when his heart raced when you smiled. Or when his cheeks burn when you compliment him. Or when his stomach flutters when you hug him.

How the hell was he supposed to just be friends with you when he's trying so damn hard not to kiss you just because you looked so cute.

Ao he grew himself a pair and asked you out.

Obviously, you said yes.

And another of a couple of dates later, you made it official. Jason was so down bad that he asked you to move into his apartment. You told him so many times you didn't want to intrude his space, but he just called you dumb and ridiculous (which you took great offence to). But eventually, you caved in and agreed.

During this time, you have never felt so loved before. Jason made you forget that the Joker existed. That he was even your father. Jason proved the Joker wrong. There is someone who can truly love you.

But... then your relationship started to get messy. He stopped picking you up from work. He was out late at night, and he wouldn't tell you why. You found him early next morning laying on the couch. He wouldn't even come to bed anymore?

You continuously asked where he's getting these bruises and wounds from. But he wouldn't answer that either. He just told you that it wasn't your business and to leave him alone.

Today, he woke up around noon. He rubbed his eyes and cracked his neck, clearly another uncomfortable sleep.

He was looking around his surroundings when he sees a duffle bag by the door. He then hears from the oppostie side, a door being closed. He turns to see you dressed and with no clear expression on your face.

You've acknowledged that he was awake, but you refuse to make any eye contact with him. You head straight to the door, picking up your duffle bag, fishing through your stuff as you find what you were looking for while Jason remains on the couch confused.

"Where are you going?" He calls out.

"Home." You spit, pulling the spare keys that Jason gave you for his apartment and slammed it on the desk beside the door.

Jason instantly gets up. "W-what? But- But you are home! This is your home! Our home.." he says, panicking.

"Is it? Is our home, Jason?" You yell. "Because you're never here! And when you are here, you're sleeping. Then, you wake up and you go out. And you get hurt. And you're not telling me how or- or why! I don't know if you're cheating or if you're in a fight club, but clearly, you don't want me to know, and clearly, you don't care if I'm worried about you. So, yeah. I'm going home. Oh! And it's over," you hiss, glaring at his, reaching for the door knob.

"Wait- wait! Please. Please, I'll explain," Jason begs, as you turn, a stern look on your face.

Jason sits you down, telling you not to freak out.

Ans you've never hated yourself more than you do now. Jason tells you that he was Arkham Knight, now going by the name Red Hood. And that he used to be the second Robin.

You wanted to scream and cry. That's where you heard the name Jason Todd from. Jason Todd was murdered right in front of your eyes. Jason Todd was tortured by your father. Jason Todd was killed by your father. Jason Todd os dating his murderer's daughter.

You play it off. Saying that it all makes sense. Why he doesn't pick you up anymore. Why he's always out so late. Why he gets so many wounds and bruises.

You'll tell him. You'll tell him who you really are. Soon. It's not fair if he doesn't know. Especially since he's coming clean now.

You'll tell him soon.

You didn't know when soon would be. Every time you think soon is coming, the moment disappears.

Jason's either in too much of a good mood or he's having a breakdown and a nightmare. He has nightmares about the Joker torturing him. And it's you who's there to snap him out of it. It's you who's there to comfort him. You comfort him, telling him that the Joker isn't here. But you are. You tell him that you're there for him.

You feel so guilty. You tell him the Joker isn't out there to get him. But there you are. His own flesh and blood, cradling him, shushing him, whispering sweet nothings to him til he falls asleep once more.

You'll tell him soon.

You grew even more guilty when Jason brings you over to Wayne Manor, and Bruce, Dick and Tim welcome you with open arms. Bruce had this... look in his eyes. But you ignored it nonetheless. Jason gives you a tour of the Manor, even shows you the big cave downstairs, and takes you to his old room. You try to stay optimistic, joking about how he was such a berd, looking at all the classic books laying around. But then you came across an old photo of him. He's younger and in his Robin suit. He looks happy. It was obvious Robin meant so much to him. And your dad took that away from him.

You'll tell him soon.

One day, you went into the cave after receiving a call from Jason.

"Why did you call me here?" You asked.

"Joker's dead." Was all he says. And you froze. You don't know how to feel. Relieved? Does this mean you don't have to tell him who you are?

"I know this is random, but... Superman killed Joker. I don't know if I can finally breathe, but... I don't know. There's a tingle inside of me. Telling me that the Joker is still alive and out to get me."

Shit.

You'll tell him soon. You'll tell him soon, right? Maybe now? Like, the Joker's dead. You've shown nothing but love to Jason. He'd believe you. He'd believe you are not your dad. You'll tell him. Yeah, you'll tell him soon.

Jason sighs and plays the tapes. The tapes that the Joker sent to Batman when he was Robin. And your eyes widen.

"Why the hell are you watching that??" You say in complete fear. The camera that the Joker used was old and glitchy with horrible quality. But as Jason played the tapes, you could still make out that there's a half of a figure, just peeking through the camera in the background behing the tied up, young Jason Todd.

"I don't know... Trying to find a conclusion. If anyone had to kill Joker, it should've been me," Jason says with a low voice.

"Hey... I never asked. What's the big secret? Who is the big, bad bat? What's his name? Tell me!" The tape plays, displaying on the huge screen in front of the two, and you swear you'd throw up any second now.

"Of course, sir. It's-" Before the gun gets shot, Jason sighs, pausing and rewinding.

"I'm sorry. This is all so dark and heavy." Jason grumbles. You don't say anything. You're focused on the small blur in the corner of the footage.

As Jason stares as the paused footage, he mentions, "That doesn't look like one of his henchmen."

Tell him.

"Fuck me, is that another kid?" he mutters angrily to himself, leaning in, taking a closer look at the footage.

Fucking tell him.

Jason takes a breath and presses play, and the video starts with a bang.

Tell him, god dammit.

"Never could stand a tattletale. See, my darling, Y/n?" The Joker says through the video. And time stops. Was the cave always this quiet? The video is still playing. How is it so quiet??

The camera wobbles as the Joker picks it up. He walks closer to Jason's dead body, but for a split second, you're in full, clear view. And Jason pauses the video. You weren't moving. You didn't look scared. You looked fed up.

Jason is silent. That's not you. That can't be you. Jason's head turns from the footage of you to you, currently standing behind him. No, no. That's not you. Your hair colour is different. But your face has the same bone structure.

"Y/n," he calls out. Your name is now so bitter on his tongue. "Tell me that, isn't you. He meant something else, right? 'My darling'? What the fuck does that mean? He was just scaring you, right???" Jason questions, his voice raising each sentence and his bottom lip quivering.

Your eyes are blurry as tears threaten to fall. You walk to Jason, bending down, looking up and you place you hands ever so gently on his knees.

"Jason," your voice cracks. "I wanted to tell you so bad," you whimper.

And Jason lets out a harsh, sarcastic laugh. "Fuck me. Don't fucking tell me you were working with him. You're a real fucking psychopath working with him at what? 13?" He spits, tears cascading down his scarred cheeks.

You shook your head. "Jay," you tried to sweetly call out to him. "I'm his daughter," you pathetically admit.

Jason's eyes widen to the point where it looks like his eyes would detatch from his sockets. He shakes his head slowly. But then, he shakes it faster, harsher.

"That isn't funny, Y/n," he almost chokes saying your name.

"No, it's not funny," you say. "But it's true," you start crying.

Jason pushes you away. You fall back as Jason stands up, towering over you. You've never been so intimidated by him before.

"You're his daughter? The Joker has a daughter?" Jason whispers in disbelief. And you nod in response. "So what the fuck were you doing just standing there? Ha.. What? Did you enjoy watching him put me through hell?"

"Jason- No! I wasn't even there when he-"

"LIAR!" He yells, his voice echoing across the cave. His breathing becomes heavy and uneven.

"Jason, you're going to have a pani-"

"Get out." He says.

"W-what?"

"Get. Out. If I ever see you again, I'll end you. I may not have been able to kill Joker myself, but you? Making me think you loved me? Fuck, is this why you only tell me now? Because daddy's dead? Just get the fuck out and never see me ever again. This is your only chance," he says, looking away from you as you finally start sobbing.

"Jay- Jason. Please," you beg, shifting to your knees, looking up at him. "Plea- Please. I can't be hated by you, I just can't." You pleaded and begged and prayed that Jason would look at you.

But Jason knows that if he looks at your state, then he might forgive you. Might forget the situation. But he can't because your father killed him. And all in his mind is that you used him because you were working with his dad. And that you're only crying because his dad got killed and that you got caught. So, no. He won't look at you, and he won't forgive you.

"Jason, please, you- you're the only person who has ever made me feel loved," you sniffled. "And I- I wanted to help you then. Help you escape. But I couldn't, please! Please believe me, Jason, please," you cried harder.

"You weren't supposed to see that."

You and Jason's heads turn to the voice. Bruce comes out of the elevator to the Batcave, walking closer to the pair.

And all Jason could see is red.

"You knew?" He snarled. And then scoffed. "Well, yeah, of course you knew. You didn't even kill Joker when you found out he murdered me- You didn't even care!" Jason yells. "I don't care that Penguin or- or Riddler are out there. They didn't kill me! They didn't kill thousands- millions! The Joker did! And you kept him alive! Now that he's dead, guess what! His daughter is right here under our noses! And you knew! Do you hate me that much that you let the Joker's daughter into our home?"

"Jason, plea-"

"I TOLD YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUT!" Now that Jasin finally looked at you, all you saw on him face was pure spite and anger. There was no more love for you left in his eyes. Just pure hatred.

And you finally got it. Jason doesn't love you any longer. And your dad was right. Even if someone loves you, when they find out who you're related to, they will instantly stop loving you.

The Joker was right.

So you got up and shamefully left the cave, and once you reached the manor, you can still hear Jason screaming and roaring.

You were numb. You finally got a tatste of what true love felt like, and it slipped through your fingers ever so quickly.

And now the only person you thought ever loved you would kill you if he saw you again.

So you left. You took your stuff from your- Jason's apartment and left Gotham. Now, future generations would probably read about the Joker in their history books. But not on a single page, paragraph or sentence would your name be mentioned. Because only two people in the entire world knew who you were.

One of them was your father's sworn enemies. And the other was your father's victim. One of these people, you hardly knew, but he knew who you were and still trusted you and welcomed you into his home. The other didn't know who you were. And you loved him. And you were positive he loved you too. But once he found out your identity, he loathed you. And he wanted you dead.

god damn that was long

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artemismoorea03 · 5 months

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DP x DC Prompt: I Couldn't Just Let Him Die

So one thing I don't think is touched on enough is the fact that Danny never wanted to be a hero. Like, yeah, we all know he didn't want o be a hero and he makes a joke about it but when we actually think about it this was a life he choose because nobody else was there to help. The main reason?

He didn't want people to get hurt.

Something Batman would relate to.

Now, while I love the idea of Danny absolutely beating the shit out of Joker or any villain who absolutely deserves to have their shit rocked by a kid who is only 5'5" and weighs at most 120 pounds, when we actually think about Danny's character what's more likely? Again, no hate to any of the people who do those fics, keep it up, I love seeing Joker get his just deserts.

But hear me out.

Warnings for fighting, violence, and DC typical weapons.

There was a new meta in Gotham and he was driving Bruce crazy. This kid showed up out of the blue with absolutely no information on him anywhere online or otherwise with tech so outdated not even Oracle could hack it. The only thing Bruce knew about the kid was that he called himself 'Phantom' and that he was a teenager around 14 years old.

Other than that the kid had been a pain in the ass.

Muggings? Phantom took care of it by saving the person then lecturing the person until a Bat or police showed up then literally vanished.

Fires? Phantom would fly in and out of burning buildings repeatedly with no care for his own safety. No mask, no fire protection, nothing but the thin suit he wore.

Kidnappings? Don't worry, Phantom had it handled long before Batman could even get the call to help! EVEN WHEN IT WAS ONE OF HIS OWN KIDS WHO GOT KIDNAPPED!

Granted, Phantom never got in the way of a fight but the amount of evidence that was lost due to what he was doing and how he was doing it was inconvenient. Fingerprints got wiped, evidence of what started fires were covered in an unmeltable ice, kidnappers took off the second their captive was freed and were practically untraceable after that.

It wasn't until a massive Arkham breakout that he actually got to properly meet the kid. Every prisoner had broken out and the city plunged into madness as heroes ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. Villains against heroes, criminals verse vigilantes, villains verses criminals - it was a madhouse.

Batman could hardly keep track of it all but when one of Penguin's men threw a bomb into a crowd and it landed near Joker's feet there was a long silence. It was like the city had fallen silent all around him as Batman tried to get to the bomb.

Joker was a villain.

Joker had hurt his family, killed millions of innocents including his own son, but he was sick. He didn't deserve to die.

Apparently Phantom agreed because he flew faster than Batman could track him shoving Joker away from the bomb before encasing the bomb in ice.

"Hey! What's the big idea shovin' me, bub?!" Joker said, seemingly forgetting about the bomb that was still in the kids hand. Joker walked right up to Phantom, glaring down at the shorter male who just looked at him. "Think you're some kind of hero?!"

Phantom blinked, "I feel like answering that is a trap."

Joker grabbed Phantom by the front of his shirt, "A funny guy, huh? Think you can out joke the Joker?"

"Again. That feels like a trap. I'm not trying to do anything, Clowny. But I wasn't about to let you die."

Joker glared, "Why?"

Phantom slipped out of Joker's hands somehow, much to Joker's confusion. "Because that's not who I am. Criminal or not, I'm not going to let you die if I can protect you."

"Who says I need protection?"

Phantom held up the bomb again with a deadpan look. "Lucky guess." He said, then suddenly noticed something to his right. "Oh, gotta go. Later Clowny."

"IT'S JOKER!" Joker shouted after Phantom as he flew away. "Batman! Teach your baby bats some manners!"

"He's not mine, Joker." Batman said, marching over, grabbing Joker's wrists and cuffing them behind his back.

Not yet anyway. But with a mentality like that... maybe this pain in the ass could learn a thing or two from a Bat.

#dp x dc prompt #my prompts #dc x dp prompt

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ledgerserious8 · 6 months

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Meeting The Past | Joker Ledger & Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Angst Broken Memories

Summary : Meeting The Joker Again But As Batman's Sidekick..

Word count : 2.0k+

Being a sidekick for batman was something you loved but it's also mean you will put yourself into danger of your life in every mission with him

Even when he promised to protect you

The elevator was moving slowly, the two of you with batman were listening closely to the argument of the joker with the groons

The sound of his deep voice screaming was becoming louder as the elevator was reaching the top floor

He was yelling at his stupid groons with a loud voice full of anger

He kept complaining about their past actions and blaming them for every mistake they did when they was fighting batman

Batman and you kept listening your ears were focusing on every word the joker kept saying

When i wanted everything to be perfect then it's should be - He explained angrily making the groons getting anxious

I could steal your souls if i want to

You started sweating as your ears hearing him batman noticed your expression changed under your mask

Shh..calm down - batman whispered as his hand rubbed your shoulder gently

The elevator stopped and the door opened making batman getting outside and you was walking behind him

The both of you was in the three floor while the joker and his groons was on the second floor and nobody of them noticed the dark knight with you

You was walking in the darkness of the factory nothing can't see but can be heard by the ears and suddenly you stepped on one of the shoes of the old groons

It's made a sound

Batman pulled you closer to him and he hugged you tightly making your body hiding in his cape

You're okay? - Batman whispered with concern making you nodded silently to him

He then looked over his shoulder to see if anyone from the groons in the second floor heard you

You should be careful - Batman whispered seriously to you

The both of you were so close to each other and you both were hiding from anything could put this mission on danger

Batman was protecting you he was always kind and perfect partner to you because he's the dark knight

I'm sorry it's was just so dark - you whispered trying to explain what happened

It's okay - Batman replied calmly as give a small smile under his mask

The both of you started walking but you noticed from the window something about the second floor

It's was the joker who started walking away

Batman watched you as you looked through the window and he noticed the Joker leaving the factory

"The Joker! He left! - Batman said quickly

Listen i will keep his groons busy and you follow him until i come to you - he added with excitement

Okay - you whispered as started running making your way to the second floor and batman was taking another way

The both of you couldn't waste any more time you and batman had to leave the three floor and go after the Joker to catch him

You started becomes so close to him and suddenly you grabbed him tightly making the joker fell on the ground

What are you doing? - he yelled at you angrily while your arms trying to make him stopped moving

You idiot!" - he added to you angrily trying to get off but you was top on him

All i have to is just waiting for batman - you whispered coldly making him smirking

Seem like the little sidekick waiting for the big bat to come - he explained mockingjay to your words

Your fingers keep grabbed his arms tightly to make him stopped moving but in the end

He's the joker

With simple move his fingers was so fast grabbing your mask and taking it off your face trying to laugh at you but he get silent when he realize who are you

Y/n My...my..love - he whispered as getting silent making your eyes widen

He still remember you even when you're now his enemy when you're not into his life again he still can remember everyone was into his life when he was normal person

And you was one of them..the closest one to his dark heart

His fingers with his black glove touched your cheek and for a moment his eyes were softened as shining

You looked into his eyes that voice tone those long fingers those eyes and expressions..you know who he is

It's you - he whispered softly as looking into your eyes while you was top on him

You getting off him making him standing up watching you taking a few steps back from him as your expression was empty but sadness

He smirked at you and let his hand waved to you before taking a steps back and then disappeared after opened the exit door of the factory

You didn't stopped him like batman told you

Your fingers take your mask from the ground and started wearing it again and acting like there's nothing happened

While everything was happening into your heart

Y/n where did he go? Did you catch him - batman asked you after showing up again and finished his work with the groons

No he was so fast - you whispered as lying to batman..the one who trusted you with everything in him

It won't stop us we will try again even when it's tomorrow - batman explained calmly as looking at the sky from the rooftop of the factory

You're right but now..have a goodnight - you replied calmly and then started flying away outside the factory by your costume cape

The dark knight stayed on the rooftop for a moment and watched you fly away with your cape as his heart was aching for you

Good night..my perfect one please let your mind think about me - he whispered to himself and keep watching you until you disappears between the clouds

As much I'm thinking about you

The dark knight was in love with you Secretly you was not just his sidekick you was his bestfriend and the one who see him without his batsuit after alfred

But he never know you was the ex girlfriend of the joker the prince clown of crime

When he was normal person and before Gotham get to see the born of the joker

This mission with this meet between you and your ex boyfriend who still recognize you with his dark madness side will keep a secret into your heart

The batman will never know he give you a moments named..

Meeting The Past..

#the joker #actors #celebrities #hollywood #heath ledger imagine #heath ledger #heath #heathers #joker ledger x reader #joker imagine #joker x reader #joker ledger #batman #the dark knight #christian bale #bruce wayne #christian bale batman

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 5 days

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Some opinions down below on why I think these specific characters would be funny to see in this scenario;

-Nightbeat is a detective. Gotham is full of crime. See where I'm getting at? Also, it would be funny if he just casually figured out the batfams secret identities, went "neat" and then just moved on to the next mystery.

-Rodimus would 100% try to become a vigilante. Creates a heroic looking holoform (that looks way to flashy for anything in Gotham) and uses his alt mode as his own batmobile. Batman would find out about his true identity by the end of the week.

-I want to see Megatron accidentally create a criminal empire. Like, he tries so hard to appear like a normal human while trying to find a way home, maybe even opens a cafe or some shit as cover, but he keeps on attracting the attention of criminals. Suddenly he's got hundreds of goons devoted to him, following his every order. Call that warlord rizz.

-Whirl for the same reason as Megatron except he does it on purpose. He wanna do crime! Be a rogue (but one of those cool ones like Poison Ivy and Catwoman)! And punch the Joker. Fuck, he really hates the Joker.

-It would just be funny to see Prowl in this hellhole of a city. Gotham's crime rate is 100%, the cops are corrupt, the law is upheld by vigilantes. Look me in the eyes and tell me that he wouldn't have a fucking seizure. Would kill the Joker for stress relief.

-Look, Starscream would hate the city but he would make it work. He'd make his own place, forge connections, create his own criminal empire. And totally try and seduce Bruce Wayne. You know, for the money and power.

-Grimlock gets found by Robin. Robin sees giant, fire breathing, robot t-rex and goes "hmm, yes, you're mine now" and keeps him a secret from the rest of the batfam.

-Brainstorm would fucking thrive in Gotham. He's a mad scientist, he would have so much fun taking apart the weapons and equipment of Gotham's rogues and vigilantes. Not to mention creating his own. He'd steal the batmobile only to return it two days later, upgraded and decked out with the most insane tech.

-Soundwave has an adoption problem. Batman has an adoption probem. You see my vision? Also, I want him to adopt Robin. And Robin just accepts it because now he gets to hang out with Ravage, Buzzsaw, Laserbeak and Ratbat. Alternatively, just Ravage in Gotham because that would be funny too.

-Rewind thinks Gotham is fucking WILD and he's planning on getting it all on tape so he can show his friends later. He stalks the batfam on their patrols, sneaks into the secret bases of rogues, just to get those good action shots.

-Similar to Prowl, Ultra Magnus would be so fucking vexed by Gotham but while Prowl goes "I FUCKING HATE THIS CITY AND EVERYONE IN IT!", Ultra Magnus has a major case of "I can fix them".

#transformers imagine #crossover #DC #batman #poll

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ktkat99 · 7 months

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Reverse Robins prompt if you're looking

Batman swears he doesn't want a partner. Until he meets Damian. Talia drops him off to be raised by Bruce and, as Bruce has no other kids, the two are free to train as they pleased. Damian grows up and moves out, taking his own section of Gotham to protect under his new, adult identity.

Batman, struggling to get himself reaccustomed to working without a partner, meets Tim.

Tim knows who they are and has been following them, taking pics and copying their moves to teach himself martial arts for years.

He's seen Batman having trouble and insists that he needs a new Robin.

Him.

After protesting and trying to chase him away, Bruce finds out just how alone Tim is at home and decides to take him up on it.

Damian feels replaced and is immediately antagonistic to Tim.

He hates how happy the damn kid always is.

He hates how Bruce is spending more time training him.

He hates how Alfred has changed typical meals that Bruce liked to remove seafood, which Tim is allergic to.

When Tim asks to train with him, Damian goes far too hard on him.

When Tim sleeps over and eventually moves in, having officially been adopted, Damian wastes no opportunity to remind him who the Blood Son is, and tell Tim that he's just a stand-in. Basically cannon fodder. Bruce didn't *really* love him. He'd just needed a soldier.

Over the next few years, Tim gradually grows stronger, but also more withdrawn and depressed.

Bruce takes in Jason and Tim starts going solo on patrol, but he always makes time to train/hang out with/play with Jason, wanting to be the big brother Damian had never been to him.

And then one night Tim never returns to the cave.

There's no call.

No heads up.

No distress signal.

No one knows where he is.

No one can find him.

Damian insists Tim must have just left and openly mocks him for trying to get attention or having not had the spine to quit face to face.

Until Damian finds him three weeks later, having been captured, tortured, and turned into Joker Jr.

Damian is horrified and ends up killing the Joker to save Tim, but its too late.

Tim dies in his arms waiting for help to arrive.

They're all grieving and devastated, but no one besides Jason blames Damian for Tim's death to his face, making Damian feel even worse.

He blames himself for not helping search for Tim.

He blames himself for failing to save him.

He blames himself for being a bully, rather than a brother.

He finally has to take a break from being a vigilante and moves back to Nanda Parbat, throwing himself into his training and confessing what happened to his mother and grandfather.

When he's feeling able to resume his job again, Damian moves back to the manor and life goes on as much as it can.

They all still miss Tim.

But they're learning to live without him.

Talia and Ra's, seeing how rattled and off his game Damian was, decide to follow him back to Gotham, steal Tim's body, and see if they can revive him in a Lazarus Pit.

Tim comes back to life, but instead of returning home immediately, he watches them from a distance.

Damian has moved back home to the manor, despite having an apartment in the city.

Despite Bruce still having Jason.

Tim remembers how Damian used to treat him, all because he was adopted, and gets angry.

He becomes Red Hood, but while Jason!Red Hood's problem was that he wasn't avenged, Tim!Red Hood is more concerned with saving Jason from the abuse he had to endure from Damian.

He breaks into the manor one night as Red Hood, making sure to avoid every trap and alarm while still leaving obvious signs all over the cave and the manor, wanting to send the message 'I know you're Batman. I was in your house while you were asleep. I'm dangerous, and I know all your tricks.'

And then he goes upstairs to kidnap Jason.

Jason is overjoyed to find out Tim is alive, but right as Tim's about to take him and leave, another little kid is suddenly in the room.

Jason explains that Dick recently lost his family and Bruce took him in.

Tim knows he has to save both boys, but now is also even more caught off guard.

He'd spent so long trying to tell Damian that he was wrong, that Bruce really did love him like a son.

But the fact that he'd not only been replaced, but Bruce was still sending kids into battle, even after what happened to him was too much.

Tim tries to kidnap them both, but Dick, who's never met Tim before, gets scared and runs to Damians room for help.

Damian fights off the intruder, but then Tim's helmet falls off/Jason says his name/Damian recognizes the fighting style/he somehow finds out that he's fighting Tim and freezes, allowing him to escape.

Damian is shocked that Tim's alive and he and Bruce work to find him and bring him home.

Only, Tim doesn't want to come home.

Not when Damian is there.

Not with Bruce and Alfred, who never did enough to protect him.

But...

He finally accepts, solely to protect Jason and Dick.

So the family gets to work towards the second chance they never thought they'd get, Tim gets a family who loves him, and Jason and Dick get a very protective older brother.

#batman #tim drake #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne #reverse robins #nightwing #robin #red robin #red hood #prompt #writing prompts #feel free to use #or just enjoy the vague story

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 8 months

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To add on to Jason reacting to his militia hitting on/having the hots for his beloved, I just imagined a scenario where his beloved is in a temporary holding cell after being taken, and the soldier guarding her gets a little too close to comfort (flirting with her, touching her hair, being intimidating) and Jason overhears everything on the comms channel and just… sees red

Ok this hit me so hard that I made a fake audiotape manuscript like the collectible tapes you find in-game

Darling: Look, I don't know what your boss told you, but I'm not important enough to make a good hostage. Batman's got a lot of shit going on, and I'm not high on his priority list. Militia: Don't sell yourself short, vigilante guys like him always come if you dangle a cute civilian in front of 'em. I know I would if I were him. Darling: Are you seriously flirting with me right now? Or is this just a terrible way of doing good cop, bad cop? Militia: What can I say, when you've been sweating in a South American training camp for months, and suddenly you're in charge of babysitting a girl like you, I can't help but try and shoot my shot. Darling: I'd rather you literally shoot me. Militia: Tell me, if this was good cop/bad cop, would you want me to be good? Or bad? Darling: I'd want you to fuck off and die. Go ahead. Make my dreams come true. Militia: You've got a mouth on you, y'know that? I bet I could make your dreams come true--all of 'em, over n' over, any n' every position... Darling: Get away from me! Militia: Nah. I feel like being bad cop right now. I'm gonna pat you down for weapons one more time, just in case you're hiding something special. *sound of door slamming open* Arkham Knight: Get the fuck away from her! *sound of someone's head being slammed against a wall, and the cocking of a gun* Militia: I--Sir, I was just-- Arkham Knight: I trained you to follow orders and to think with your head, not your dick. If you don't want me to waste a bullet on your empty skull, you'll apologize and then report to the barracks for me to make an example of you to the others. Militia: I...I'm sorry, sir-- Arkham Knight: To her! Militia: I'm sorry, I-I'm so sorry! Sir, I wasn't really gonna do anything-- Arkham Knight: Don't you dare try to lie to me. Now GO. *sound of boots scraping and door slamming shut* Arkham Knight: He won't go near you again, I'll make sure of that. Did he hurt you? Darling, voice shaky: This good cop, bad cop shit is so transparent. Just...let me go, I don't have anything you want, I want to go home...I want to go home... Arkham Knight: It's okay. I took you to keep you safe, not to make you a hostage. Darling: Keep me safe? From what, whatever terrorist attack or mass murder or whatever-the-fuck you're about to carry out? Arkham Knight: Yes. Once it's carried out, we'll go to another hideout I have and lay low for a while. Until then I'll have to keep you with me. I'll make sure the men in charge of watching over you understand not to touch you or talk to you without permission while I'm gone. This is NEVER gonna happen again. *Sound of armor shifting and moving, and rustling clothing* I swear I'm going to keep you safe and make sure nobody ever keeps us apart again. Heh. You know, I can finally keep that promise I made to you before. Remember? Darling: ...What are you-- Arkham Knight: I was going after Joker and I told you that I was gonna do what Bruce never could, that I'd kill him. And we got into this huge fight over my earpiece, you were begging me to think things through, that he wouldn't go down easy, that Bruce would find a way to stop me...and then you said, "I won't try to argue anymore. Just promise me that you'll come back--I'll yell at you and call you a reckless hotheaded asshole with a death wish and help you think of what to say to Bruce." Darling:You're-- Jason: A reckless hotheaded asshole with a death wish? You were right, ____. You were so right...

#.dc #.arkhamverse #.arkham knight #.jason todd #yandere dc #yandere arkhamverse #yandere arkham knight #yandere jason todd #.myshit

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 2 years

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I don't remember why I wrote this but uhhh here's a short thing

Jazz waited patiently, in the Arkham Asylum staff parking lot. She could hear the sound of gunshots going off behind the thick walls, and some kind of minor explosion rocked the ground.

But still she waited, quietly, leaning against her car with an arm full of reports she was taking home to fill out and file.

She stared at the back door of the facility, it was thick steel, requiring a specific passcode to open. It was updated regularly, which made it hard for the staff to remember and caused many of them to write it down somewhere. Jazz had brought the issue up with her supervisor, he said he would look into it. That had been a month ago.

The steel door swung open, and out stepped the man she had been waiting for.

The Joker cackled to himself as he slammed the door behind him, trapping several other crooks that were hot on his tail. Jazz could only just hear their cries of outrage.

"So long suckers!!" The Joker cried mirthfully, before stopping suddenly in his tracks, an inch away from running directly into Dr Jasmine Fenton, Arkham's newest resident psychiatrist.

"Dr Fenton!" he grinned, giving a dramatic low bow. "What a delightful coincidence this is!"

"Hello Mr Joker." said Jazz, she referred to all her patients with professional respect, whether she knew their true names or not. The ones with doctorates seemed to appreciate it the most, very few people referred to them as 'Doctor' once they entered the halls of Arkham.

"You know I was really hoping we would run into each other." Joker placed a hand against the car, looming over the shorter woman. "I think conversation flows much more freely without that pesky glass between us, don't you?"

"I was just thinking that myself actually." said Jazz. "So when do you plan to return to Arkham?"

"Return?" Joker asked, before throwing his head back with a loud cackle. "Well that's just terrible for the self confidence Doctor, you don't have even a little faith in me keeping out of trouble?" he batted his eyelashes innocently.

Jazz met his grin with a polite smile of her own. "Oh? I'm sorry, I just assumed your stays at Arkham were all voluntary."

"Well that is an interesting observation," a twinge of curiosity tugged at his eyebrow. "Now what on earth could have put a silly little idea like that in your pretty little head?"

"You're an intelligent man Mr Joker." Jazz shuffled her papers absent mindedly. "I have no doubt you could stay out of Arkham if you really wanted to, but that would require killing the Batman and, well, we both know you won't do that."

Joker's smile dropped into a scowl, something Jazz recognised was dangerous territory, but she knew what she was doing.

"Oh? You think I can't kill the Batman?" he asked, his teeth glinting as they clenched tightly together.

"Oh, no, I know you can kill Batman." Jazz clarified, "You just won't."

Joker paused, it was one of the few moments Jazz had ever seen him caught off guard. She continued before he could collect his thoughts.

"Like I said, you're an intelligent man, a lot more intelligent than people give you credit for. I imagine it's hard to find someone you can match wits with, it wouldn't make all that much sense if you finally found someone and then just killed them off."

A familiar smile began to creep back onto Joker's face, pulling Jazz back out of the danger zone.

Another explosion rocked the ground, and more shouts were heard from inside the asylum. Joker had almost forgotten he was in the midst of a jailbreak.

"Aren't you observant." he said in a low, calm voice, narrow eyes focused sharply on her face. "So tell me little miss smarty pants, what's keeping me from killing you?"

"The joke." said Jazz, primly.

"What?"

"The joke." she repeated. "Your joke, the ultimate joke. I get it."

"You get it?" Joker asked, his face awash with confusion.

"You won't kill Batman because he's fun, sure, but the fact that he won't ever kill you either means you're locked in an eternal battle." Jazz shifted the papers under one arm as she reached for something in her pocket. "For as long as you refuse to kill him, he's stuck in your game, and if you finally push him into killing you, he'll still lose because it means you broke him. The only way he can win is if he dies. It's funny."

She held out her car keys.

"Please trash it when you're done, if they find it in usable condition my insurance won't cover me for a new one."

Joker snatched the keys from her hand, his usual grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Pleasure doing business with you Dr Fenton." he bowed low, and almost lost his balance as another explosion rocked the ground. "Ah! Amateurs!! Can't even get through the outer wall!"

He jumped into Jazz's little yellow Mazda and hit reverse hard, the tires squealed as he pulled around, bringing the car window back up alongside Jazz, nearly hitting her in the process.

"Just one more question." he said, pulling a gun from somewhere under his jumpsuit and pointing it directly between Jazz's eyes. "What makes you so sure I won't kill you?"

"Oh, I wasn't sure." Jazz replied. "It was just a hunch."

"You aren't even the littlest bit frightened of me?" he pouted, batting his eyelashes again.

"No." said Jazz, bluntly. "But please don't take that personally Mr Joker, you are a very imposing man. I just don't fear death. My parents have a portal to the afterlife in their basement, and it's actually a pretty nice place."

Joker's face froze for a moment, before he burst into outrageous uncontrollable cackles. He hit the accelerator and smashed Jazz's car through the security gates, the sound of crunching metal only briefly drowning out his laughter before he took off down the road.

Jazz watched him go, swearing under her breathe.

"Shit."

The security door behind her slammed open as three guards piled out and stared helplessly at the gate. One of them turned to her.

"Did he hurt you miss?"

"No," Jazz huffed, "Stole my car though. I tried stalling him as long as I could. How on earth does such a high profile villain keep escaping?"

"Corruption miss." the guard answered honestly, his voice quiet. "I'm sorry you were left to defend yourself, you're lucky to be alive. The Joker murdered his last three psychiatrists the moment he had the opportunity, I can't imagine why he spared you."

"I think he thought I was funny." said Jazz.

The guard paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah I guess that'd do it. Don't worry about your car, Arkham's insurance will cover it. I got mine stolen in the last jailbreak, my new one is much better, the windows actually roll down." he grinned, before clapping a hand on Jazz's shoulder. "I'll see about getting you a ride home after debriefing."

"Thank you, how long do you think it'll take?"

The guard grimaced.

"I hope you didn't have any plans tonight, you directly witnessed an escape, you're gonna have a lot of forms to fill."

Jazz sighed. "Alright, lead the way."

Jazz's shift had finished at around 5pm, she didn't arrive home until 9, thankfully one of the kitchen attendants happened to live a few blocks over and had been happy to drop her off.

Jazz shuffled up the steps to her apartment block, stifling a yawn as she pulled out her keys.

Her hand paused, inches away from the lock. She tilted her head slightly, toward a dark alleyway between her and the next building over. She could have sworn she'd heard something, a light step, the smallest crunch of broken glass being disturbed.

She stared over into the shadows, maintaining eye contact with the darkness as she unlocked the door and opened it, but she didn't step inside. Instead she stood back, held the door open, and waited.

After a few moments of silence, a shape emerged from the alley, splitting from the shadows as though it had been a part of them.

The Batman walked up her steps and passed through the open doorway. Jazz followed, leading the large man up to the second floor and into a small studio apartment.

"You have good eyes." He said, in a low, quiet tone.

"Ears." Jazz corrected, as she made her way over to the tiny kitchen. "I grew up with a brother who would sneak up on me any chance he got, he was good at it too, was practically invisible. I got used to listening for his footsteps. Tea?"

"No thank you."

She prepared herself a cup, seemingly unbothered by the vigilante in her living room.

"So can I assume this is about the jailbreak at Arkham?" she asked. "I don't know what I can tell you that you can't get from hacking Arkham's computer system, which I'll guess you've already done. I gave my statement and filled the reports, it's all there."

"They were very brief."

"There wasn't a lot to say." Jazz shrugged. "I tried to stall him until the guards arrived, I failed, he took my car."

"Security footage showed you handing him the keys, after waiting in the parking lot for several minutes."

"I have a good rapport with all my patients, I believed I might have been able to stall whoever came out long enough for security to catch up. When I felt our conversation was running short I distracted him by offering up my keys, should I not have?" she raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure that would have gone just great for me, the man has killed people over far less."

"But he didn't kill you, unlike his previous psychiatrists."

"What exactly are you insinuating?" Jazz turned from the kettle on the stove to face the man. "That I just let him get away? That he bribed me?"

"Bribing you wouldn't keep him from killing you, it likely would have increased the chances. Loyalty means nothing to a man like Joker."

"Then what do you want?" Jazz asked, exasperation clouded her face. "I've been answering questions for the past four hours, you can go read the transcripts instead of bothering me."

"The conversation on the footage appeared longer than the one you recounted to security." Batman stated, still speaking in that low, unwavering monotone. "I want the unabridged version."

Jazz chewed the inside of her cheek, a nervous habit she'd picked up from her mother. Before she could say a word the kettle on the stove began to whistle, she hurried to take it off the heat.

"I said as much as I could without breaking patient confidentiality." she admitted as she poured herself a mug of green tea. "I only gave what was important, I said as much during the security debriefing."

"And they accepted that?"

"If it's not relevant to them they don't care." Jazz blew on her tea before taking a small sip. "If you want to know why he didn't kill me, I can only give you my best guess."

"Which is?"

"I made him laugh." she shrugged.

The room was quiet for a few moments, the only sounds coming from a light pattering of rain just starting to hit the windows, and Jazz softly blowing the steam from her tea.

"Is that why you were able to stay calm? You knew how to make him laugh?" Batman asked.

"Oh, no, it wasn't even a joke, more like a personal anecdote." Jazz shrugged. "I shared it more with the intention of peaking his curiosity than making him laugh, seems like I got lucky."

"Hm." Batman grunted. His eyes narrowed beneath his cowl, pensive. "You said you have a good rapport with your patients."

Jazz nodded.

"Joker notoriously despises any psychiatrist assigned to him, the only one he didn't kill he manipulated into working for him." Batman's voice softened almost imperceptibly with concern. "Do you think he might see you as a potential victim like Harley Quinn?"

Jazz's gaze dropped to the floor as she took another sip of her tea.

"I've already considered that possibility, but trust me when I tell you that I'm not that easily manipulated, and I'm not speaking out of arrogance." her eyes flickered up to meet Batman's directly. "I'm speaking from experience, I have gone toe to toe with severely disturbed manipulators in my own personal life, I know what to look for."

Batman nodded slowly.

"Good, but stay vigilant, the Joker is smarter than-"

"People give him credit for, I know." Jazz nodded. "And he knows I know, I'm not sure he's had a doctor acknowledge that before. Not according to his previous mental health records anyway. I don't think he was expecting that from me, it might have been a contributor to his decision not to kill me."

"There's still one thing I don't understand." Batman glanced over to the window as the rain began to slap more heavily against the glass. "In the footage you were completely calm, not even your body language showed any sign of tension, despite the fact that you were not entirely confident that you could convince Joker not to kill you?"

"That's right." Jazz continued to sip on her tea. "Are you familiar with my family?"

"I can't say I've had much of a reason to be. Yet."

"No, no you wouldn't have. Not many people do, not unless you run in very specific circles." Jazz lowered her mug down to the counter with a little 'clink', "I stayed calm because the worst thing the Joker could have done in that moment while he was in a hurry was kill me. He wouldn't have time to torture me, he'd want to just to get me out of the way. I'm not afraid of death."

"What does that have to do with your family?"

"Look them up." Jazz crossed the room and opened the door into the outer hallway. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have paperwork to complete."

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alfredsolos · 1 year

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So, one thing I love when DC writes Superman is when he's downright terrifying. And it's all too sudden and over in a blink, but it also leaves you chilled to the bone forever.

I'm going to share some panels from Adventures of Superman #41 to further explain my point.

So, Joker comes to Metropolis to fuck things up as usual and we see his dialogue with Superman. It's kinda funny in a way because through out all of this, Clark just fucks with the Joker:

But then suddenly, he is not playing anymore. He is dead serious and perfectly blank:

He makes it clear that Joker is nothing.

And when he tells Joker that, "I don't have a code, I just don't generally kill people." In a way he is not wrong.

Yes Superman represents hope, the good in people, helping someone regardless of their race etc etc.

But that quote doesn't reflect his godly side. On the contrary, it's his human side speaking. Let's not forget that for a time, he didn't even know that he was an alien.

And what's more human than wanting a psychotic serial killer dead?

Let's analyze Batman for a second. He is one of the only people in the JL that is fully human and non-powered. He has a perfect moral code that states 'I do not kill people'.

And this kind of thinking, this moralization, is so perfect that it is completely flawed and even borderline insane.

Imagine being Batman. Joker has just killed your son and crippled your partner. You have every means to kill him. You know -maybe- thousands of ways to do it. But you don't. You want to, but you don't because you have a code.

Now, look at both Superman and Batman's way of thinking.

Realize that Superman's way is more similar to yours?

That's what I meant by his human side.

And this is at the end of the issue where it turns out that Batman knew that Joker had gone to metropolis and was testing Superman:

To make my final point, I really like it when DC portrayes Superman's more scarier side, in which it's so human that you can't help but agree with him.

And also that he is one scary motherfucker.

#dc comics #batfamily #batfam #dc #bruce wayne #batman #superfamily #superman #clark kent #kal el #joker

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Hey Neil! I'm two volumes and change into Sandman, is there a specific reason why the first bit of the story had a fair few DC Superheroes like Constantine and the Manhunter, but they all kinda drop off after a while? I think there was even a green and purple Superman Pastiche at a point, which made me wonder where we were. I know that it's all still "DC Universe" but did something happen there?

More or less. I got grumpy around Sandman 5, which was meant to have had the Joker, but had to have Scarecrow suddenly for DC Continuity reasons, and I decided only to use DC Comics characters nobody cared about but me. So there are lots of DC characters after that (the Hector Hall Sandman and Lyta, Brute and Glob, Element Girl, Wildcat, Prez and so on) but on the whole they weren't characters I had to get anyone's approval to use because nobody was using them. The Weirdzos were Bizarros in the script, but we changed them to Weirdzos because we really were still in the DC Universe, even if we're out on the edges of it, so Hyperman was the green and purple comics character, not Superman.

DC characters turn up in The Wake, and I got grumpy again when we had to reframe the Clark Kent and Batman and J'onn J'onnz panel because the Superman editor had concerns. Still, you'll find some important DC Comics lore in Endless Nights and the Space Canine Patrol Corps in Sandman Overture.

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As much as I want to have Duke Thomas take the Jason Todd/Red Hood slot in a Reverse Robins type story, it feels like it'd be easier to put him in the Barbara Gordon Batgirl/Oracle position. Seeing Batman going about and doing his thing, and then being like, "Yeah, sure, I can pull that off," then having absolutely no quit when it comes to digging into dangerous problems that need to get solved and solving them with smarts and grit. I can also more easily see him catching a few in the spine as collateral damage to psychologically get at his mother more than I can see him getting exploded because he decided to dig into his family history. Imagine Duke's first interaction with Batman is when his parents find the Bat injured and bring him inside to patch him up, much like in canon. I don't doubt that Bruce Wayne would repay the favor, and suddenly Elaine Thomas is a person that Batman sends people to for help while getting all the funding and assistance she could ever ask for (and a lot more that she didn't, but she's not letting it go to waste), while Doug Thomas is brought into a construction labor union on a recommendation nobody can quite place the origin of and begins to work his way up the ranks, being an effective advocate for the rights of the city's workers. Actually, maybe Duke's gunshot wounds are a consequence of the mafia trying to get at Doug Thomas on union business. (MLK got popped speaking at a rally for sanitation workers in Menphis, so it's not like it couldn't happen.) Not even strictly villian related, but a product of the general Gotham environment and how almost every system seems to be corrupt on multiple levels. (Duke: "Do you think one bad day would stop me? It's Gotham, Bruce. Sometimes you just have bad days. Then tomorrow happens and you try again.") He's in a wheelchair for awhile, but slowly starts to heal over time for what seems like no apparent reason. At least until the metagene kicks in fully, anyway.

Then again, Jason Todd's death happened in Ethiopia, and he and Batman were in the country for different reasons. Maybe it'd be easier to get the Thomas Family killed if Duke stayed in Gotham (Jason was supposed to be on the bench if i remember right) and Gnomon popped up to try to claim his son. Things get wild, there's a spike in Metahumans for a week or two as it seems like almost everybody gets to be one, the Justice League on Batman watch to make sure he doesnt kill the Iranian Ambassador (the Joker, somehow), and while it's written off as an issue with the water supply, some get to keep their powers at the cost of being continually shunned and end up being treated somewhere between a like a leper snd like a living bomb.

The "No metas in Gotham" thing (that I'm honestly not sure ever was canon) isn't a Batman rule as much as a "I'm not trying to get hate crime'd so I'm gonna avoid the city like the plague" thing.

Either way, Gnomon ends up beaten and Thomas family ends up dead at the hands of an angry mob while trying to defend innocent metas from the nonsense of some villian. Only, Duke ends up coming back because Superboy Prime's Source Wall punch decides to reactivate Duke's body and metagene. After coming back and recovering in a city that's still, well, Gotham, he decides that that whole Batman thing didn't work and comes at the problem from the other side, making it his personal mission to get at Gotham's crime problem by putting himself in a position where he can fight for people pressured into bad situations, even more so if Gnomon comes back around, wondering why his son would debase himself by spending time among these fragile humans instead of ruling over them. The Omen becomes the feared figure among the mobs and gangs of Gotham, especially when some wake up to a golden hooded figure standing over their bed, before he whispers a warning and fades into the rooms shadows before the light of day fully peeks through the windows. Stories circulate about certain people being protected, like good teachers, preachers, priests, nuns, soup kitchen runners, respected public defenders, certain cops, generally "good" people or people making a positive difference in a way that earns them the animosity of the corrupt. Perhaps the worst of them wake up badly beaten in a jail cell that's permanently darkened by shadow, the only light coming from a small window on the cell door and the glowing eye painted on the ceiling, evidence of their crimes on their chest or on a trusted officer's desk.

Though honestly, I think I just need to learn more about Jason Todd and Barbara Gordon to make either work.

Or maybe just go to sleep.

#duke thomas #reverse robins #dc comics #jason todd #barbara gordon #red hood #dc signal #batfamily #batman #dc oracle

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Duke Thomas Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Stuck-On Sunshine by zodarii_dae - Rated G

The Signal tends to interact with kids a bit more than his nocturnal coworkers. Even in Gotham, there are more kids out at two pm than two am. Those kids want to show their appreciation for the hero keeping them safe. What better way to show that than with stickers?

A Special Expection? No, A Son by Raccoonwriter - Rated T

Duke was excited to meet the Justice League until they start to ask and talk about things Duke didn't want to here.

breathing down your neck by Batbirdies - Rated G

Duke gets sick on Friday. Joker breaks out of Arkham on Saturday. It’s radio silence, until it’s not. — When Duke is benched with the flu the Joker attacks a small Gotham neighborhood with Joker venom. Duke knows he’s not well enough to help, but with stinging memories of his parents still trapped in their own heads—he has to do something. Bruce has a few things to say about that.

Frightening, But Not Afraid by snackbaskets - Rated G

When the family is hit by a new strain of fear toxin, safety is in numbers. Unfortunately, three members of the flock are still out there, afraid and alone. Bruce may not be the best at comforting his children, but apparently, he can let his wings do the talking. ((aka, the classic fear toxin hurt/comfort but with a splash of the classic wings-make-u-feel-safe hurt/comfort))

birds and brothers and other assorted synonyms by hoebiwan - Rated T

Duke isn’t an idiot. He knows it’s a bad idea to go into the underground tunnels of Gotham where people disappear for years on end and occasionally (if they’re lucky) stumble out coated in cobwebs and madness and blood. So he takes a flashlight and a water bottle and a bag of trail mix and lots and lots of beef jerky whenever he goes. If he ends up trapped down there, wandering in hopeless circles (which Duke thinks is important to note having never happened), at least he’ll have food. Also, the weird little kid dressed up like a miniature Talon likes the M&M’s in Duke’s trail mix.

the scientific method by orphan_account - Rated G

5 stupid ways Duke's siblings discovered how his powers worked, and 1 time he figured it out for himself.

"You have no idea," Dick said. "I had to live through all of their teenage years. They were each independently obsessed with Mythbusters at separate points in their life. I'm pretty sure Cass and Tim have wanted a meta to experiment on since they were 14, but Bruce always said no."

Duke Thomas Hates Bullies by Gemini_00 - Not Rated

Everyone loves that Duke Thomas isn't like all those other crazy Waynes. Everyone loves that the Signal isn't trying to get himself killed. Duke may not see Bruce as his dad, but he is definitely part of the bat family. and nobody is going to bully his family. Or, Duke Thomas Kicks Ass.

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich - Rated T

The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.

A silent shadow flitted past him, just barely visible on the cave walls. He went rigid, tracking the shadow in the corner of his vision. And then he dropped to the floor, just in time, as a familiar black gloved fist passed overhead. He just barely missed being hit by the punishing blow that would have landed right on his temple for a sure concussion if he hadn’t dodged. “Batman?” Duke yelled. He somersaulted forward, just barely avoiding another strike. “B, what are you doing?!” “Who are you,” came the growled response. A shiver crawled down Duke’s spine at the grim hostility in Batman’s voice that promised violence, and something tightened in the back of his throat.

WHEN EARTH FINDS STARS. by orpheusaki - Rated G

"Let it be known that I completely detest the implications of what this situation is mirroring," Red Hood grumbles to himself and it's the longest string of words Duke has heard from any so-called Gotham vigilante, let alone the one who's known for shooting more than he is talking. "The fuck?" Duke mutters, because if he's already going to die, he might as well try and make sense of it. "I'm not going to care about whatever sob story you have," is what Red Hood replies with instead of explaining, "Where are your parents?" "Gone," is all Duke says, because it's really none of this guy's business. It's also the truth. Somehow, Red Hood sounds even more anguished about this information than Duke is, "Ah shit." (Duke steals the tires off Red Hood's bike and somehow gains a family.)

Leadership by PepperSoniRoni - Rated G

Nightwing offers Signal a chance to lead a small group for a mission. Duke is wary, but accepts the challenge. He proves to be a rather great leader.

Takes place after Season Two of Young Justice, and ignores Season Three (I still haven’t seen it, unfortunately).

You Would Not Believe Your Eyes by Tiptapricot - Rated G

No metas are allowed in Gotham, so what does that mean for Duke?

Dayshift Shadow Work by IzzyMRDB - Rated G

So, when he realised one day once he looked down that he was missing his shadow, the first thing he checked was to make sure he wasn’t also glowing. Can’t have a shadow if you’re the light source after all. Nope, not glowing. Weird. AKA Duke's shadow works like Peter Pan's and immediately chooses violence

Runs in the Family by motleyfam - Rated G

Duke has a migraine and just wants a bit of peace. Tim understands this better than most.

The League of Assassins: An Indepth Exploration of the World's Most Prolific Group of Assassins by Hint_of_Elation - Rated T

Duke Thomas presents a documentary about the League of Assassins. Warning: Bruce Wayne did not approve this film.

Tequila by Sohotthateveryonedied - Rated T

Bruce steps into Duke’s path, blocking him from venturing further into the house. It takes a moment for Duke to register the new obstacle before him. His mouth drags into a lopsided grin. “Bruce! Wha’s—wassup? How’s your night goin’?” “You’re drunk," Bruce accuses. “Me? No way. No way. I would never do that.” Duke hiccups. “Totally sober.”

Who, Me? by Listentothelittlebird - Rated T

People thought Duke was the responsible one. People often forgot Duke ran with a gang. A gang named after Robin, sure, but a gang nonetheless.

bathtub cookie crumbs by ghostellie - Rated G

Duke finds him in a bathtub on the third floor. It’s an old fashioned thing, a clawfoot porcelain tub settled in an otherwise empty room in a far, abandoned corner of the manor, dusty despite Alfred’s best efforts. Tim’s seated at an awkward angle, sideways in the tub with his head rested on one edge and his knees slung over the other, fully clothed and half covered in dust. A pink box of sugar cookies, no doubt stolen from Jason’s stash, rests on his chest. He meets Duke’s eyes as he enters, shoveling a bat-shaped cookie in his mouth.

Duke Thomas VS The "Good Child" Stereotype by PepperSoniRoni - Rated T

5 Times Duke Tried To Prove To Bruce He Wasn't The Responsible One, and 1 Time His Siblings Knew Better (& used it to their advantage) Because Duke is relatively new, he hasn't opened up completely to the family. He tries to follow Bruce and Alfred's rules, but he doesn't always succeed (nor try to). It's during these times Bruce still manages to pin the blame on someone else. His siblings, of course, see this. And whatever are they supposed to think? Well, Duke's clearly doing it on purpose! (This is really just me being salty about fanon characterization, and an attempt to cram as much Crazy-Totally-Not-Sane-Duke as I can into a single fic)

that which you cannot bear by britishparty - Rated T

There is no backup for the Signal. Duke reminds himself of this regularly, like a prayer through gritted teeth: there's no one to catch him if he slips, to replace him if he stops. So the Signal can't give up. Just can't, like an immutable law, an undeniable truth. He has to win every fight. There isn't any other option. Duke Thomas makes himself invincible. Untouchable. Then he loses.

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Hey! This is the music anon again! I was wondering if you had any jayroy fic recs? Or, given your latest post lol, only child Jay fic recs (or even JUST Jay and dick as Bruce’s kids fic recs) and if not that, then, an au where Jason didn’t pick up the mantle/was convinced not too, and is living his civilian life. I’ve read rara Avis by zoeleo already lol, Idk if you read that one?

omg hey!! i have a few fic recs for what you'd like to see but honestly i'm lacking a bit in jayroy! i'll link the ones that i rlly enjoyed tho <3 and alsooo the only-child jason fics are all set during his childhood sadly, so i don't have any where he's an adult and still bruce's only child :(

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48627046/chapters/122658637

When Batman rescues a twelve-year-old boy from a sex-trafficking ring, he ultimately makes the decision to look after him for a few days, feeling responsible for his current condition. Revealing his identity to the boy is the logical next step. Building trust was important, and Bruce needed Jason to trust him. There’s one slight problem with Bruce’s plan. Due to the effects of the Joker Venom, Jason doesn’t remember anything about meeting Batman, let alone Bruce Wayne. In Jason’s eyes, he’s been trafficked. And the man who brought him is none other than Bruce himself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29237001/chapters/71790027

Jason’s background as a victim of abuse and childhood homelessness means it’s hard for him to trust, and to ask for things. After only a couple months in the manor, he still isn’t sure about Bruce Wayne.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/575182

When Bruce brings a new child home to the manor, Dick has a few choice words for Bruce about making him Robin. Convinced that Jason needs a stable loving family more than he needs a crime-fighting outlet, Bruce, Dick, and Alfred take on the challenge of bringing Jason up as civilian while still keeping their caped careers a secret.

Or: Bruce Wayne is a Good Dad, Dick Grayson is a Great Brother, Alfred is the Best Grandpa, and Jason is smol. Tooth-rotting fluff ahoy. (i'm linking this even though you read it for people who haven't yet! also i never read the ones with tim in it but those are a lot later in the series so don't worry, it's still jason and bruce centric)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26730145/chapters/65210116

Jason Todd was kidnapped at nine-years-old and given two options. Work for his keep, or be forced to to work for his keep.

His life was not pleasant, but Jason was nothing if not a fighter, and dammit if was he going to let the hell around him kill who he was as a person. Or his dreams of growing up and going to college.

Those dreams suddenly came a little more into focus, when his idiot of a pimp accidentally tried to rent him to Bruce Wayne. Poor bastard could have never guessed he was the Batman himself. Heck, not even Jason figured that out, at first. And Batman had practically adopted him. (i loved this so much)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49876537

Jason doesn't die at the hands of the Joker. There are a couple of things he and Bruce might need to work through.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55020211

“You will fix this,” Alfred corrects him. “You will fix this, and let Master Jason know that you don’t care about his sexual orientation, that it changes nothing. That you were mistaken in what you said to him. That you certainly didn’t mean to imply that you thought any less of him for his choice in reading.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22637476/chapters/54102781

Batman makes it in time to save Robin from the bomb. He doesn't make it in time to save Jason from the Joker.

Or Batman is too late in every universe, but Bruce Wayne doesn't have to be.

+ jayroy:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1328723

i've linked this one in a previous rec list but basically, this is an au series where jason escapes an abusive relationship and meets roy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30004014

It was just dinner with family. A family large enough to be an independent militia, but that was all. Nothing serious.

Lian disagreed. (one of my fav crack fics!!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52945642

a fic where the bats find out, one by one, that jason and roy are dating!

i really don't have much for jayroy since i'm pretty picky when it comes to jason fics and ship fics in general, but i'll reblog this if i find any others that i enjoy! in the meantime, hopefully these are some new fics for you to read!!

#i literally love reading kid jason fics solely because bruce's attention is focused on jason #and bonus that tim isn't in it and the entire bleh that comes with tim and jason #not rlly a fan of batfam as a whole #bruce and jason's dynamic is all i rlly enjoy #sometimes dick and jason or damian and jason #but yeah that's mainly why i love only child jason #but anyways!!! these are the recs and i hope whoever sees this enjoys them!!!!#jason todd #red hood #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #bruce and jason #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fanfic #fanfic recommendation #asks!!-

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Wrong Person | Bruce Wayne (Bale) X The Joker Ledger X Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Drama Angst Angry Issue Jealousy

Summary : Bruce having Investigation The Joker but it's turned into something else because..

Word count : 3.4k

Bruce walked inside, his adrenaline still pumping through his veins, as he saw the Joker in the interrogation room behind bars, surrounded by Gordon and his teammates

The Joker looked disheveled and angry, his face scarred and twisted from the events of the past night and Gordon shot him a look of satisfaction, and Bruce couldn't help but smile at the sight

It was a bittersweet moment, but one that he knew was necessary and had been long overdue

"So the bat is here" - the joker explained mockingly trying to play fool

"The one and only" - His Batman voice answered back proudly, his shoulders back and chest up, his hands folded together.

The Joker had mocked him several times in the past, but this time, he was the one under lock and key, unable to escape

The table had turned..

The Joker mocked and taunted him, but he didn't care. Bruce was here to do a job and get it done quickly and effectively but Bruce's mind was focused and his goal clear and it's was investigate the clown and bring him to justice

Without the presence of Gordon and the other officers, the room was suddenly much quieter and more intimate as Bruce and the Joker were now alone, faced with only each other’s gaze

The Joker was restrained behind bars, his expression angry and defiant, as usual but Bruce sat across from him, his face emotionless, his eyes searching and observing every detail

"Wanna play a game baty?" - the joker asked him as still trying to get into his skin

"I am not here to play your games" - Bruce replied calmly, his eyes scanning the Joker for clues as his mind worked quickly

He knew this game too well, the Joker's attempts to provoke him and throw him off balance But he was immune to such tricks, his emotions in control, his will to investigate strong and unwavering

He would not be distracted by the Joker's mocking or threats. instead, he kept his stare unblinking and his attention focused on the clown in front of him.

"Let's talk seriously? And we will be honest You always asking yourself why I'm around you like a Nightmare" - The joker explained mockingly as licking his lips by his tongue - "Even when you actually a stranger to me i killed your parents and Yes i don't have a reason more then I'm madness"

"But you didn't ask yourself why I'm still around you even after i killed your parents?" The joker finished softly but honestly

"Don't play mind games with me." - Bruce replied simply, as his eyes remained steady, refusing to be swayed by the Joker's attempts to distort his focus

He knew the Joker was just trying to get under his skin, to throw him off and make him lose his composure and Bruce remained unperturbed, staring directly back at the clown's eyes with a level of resolve and determination

"You're obsessed with me," - Bruce said flatly, his voice unwavering as he continued to stare at the clown

He was unconcerned with the Joker's mocking tone, and focused only on making eye contact and observing his every gesture and expression

"All your attacks, all your crimes have been a plea for attention from me," - Bruce continued his voice calm and steady

"Yes I'm obsessed" - The joker confessed honestly? - "But actually not with you"

Bruce was surprised by the Joker's honesty and seriousness He had always assumed the clown was playing a game with him, twisting the truth and feeding him lies to manipulate him

But this time, the Joker was genuinely being honest, which caught him off guard

"Then with who?" - Bruce asked quickly, curious where the Joker was going with this

The clown was never easy to read or predict, but something about the way he said this was making him think

If the Joker wasn't obsessed with him, then what was he truly obsessed with?

"I'm obsessed with someone I tried to take from a long time" - The joker continue - "but you come and ruin everything"

Bruce was starting to find this conversation much more interesting The Joker was being unusually serious and honest, sharing things he wouldn't normally reveal so openly

"Who are you obsessed with?" - Bruce asked, feeling intrigued by the clown's cryptic explanation

He was curious to get a glimpse of whatever had been driving the Joker's madness and chaos

The Joker was usually guarded and mysterious, so seeing this unexpected side of him was intriguing

"Someone you couldn't live without" - The joker whispered softly and coldly

"Someone you will die for" the joker added softly as looking at him trying to study his expression under the mask

Bruce felt his heart skip a beat when the Joker revealed the hint

"Someone you would die for" and "Someone you couldn't live without", those words hit him like a punch to his heart

It was clear to him who the Joker was talking about, and the revelation made his mind scramble and The last thing he expected was the Joker to reveal he was obsessed with someone Bruce deeply cared about

"Don't you see where my eyes on?" - the joker asked him calmly and seriously

The Joker's words sent chills down Bruce's spine as He understood why the Joker had been targeting him personally, and why the Joker had been focusing his efforts on causing chaos and damage wherever he could

The clown had one singular focus, one all-encompassing obsession, and Bruce knew it had nothing to do with him personally

Instead, he realized the Joker was truly focused on one person that was most important to Bruce

“I know exactly who you mean,” - Bruce finally replied quietly, his voice full of shock and concern

It's was you..

Bruce felt his chest constrict as he realized who the Joker was referring to

You, his faithful sidekick in the war against crime, his girlfriend and future wife

"You're obsessed with her," - Bruce said, his voice barely above a whisper, his heart racing and his stomach filled with dread

The Joker smirked and nodded in acknowledgment, confirming that he was indeed obsessed with You

Bruce watched as the clown's expressions shifted through a spectrum of smugness, amusement, and arrogance, before settling on a twisted delight

The Joker seemed to take a twisted pleasure in Bruce's reaction, in the realization that he, too, was helpless when it came to the one thing that mattered most to him

Bruce's mind was spinning with thoughts and emotions as he grappled with the truth of the situation

"Your precious girl, your partner in crime fighting, your love, your everything, your future wife. I want her, and she will be mine." - the joker explained honestly and firmly

The Joker's words pushed Bruce over the edge, his pent-up fury boiling over, and he suddenly sprang into action

He grabbed the Joker tightly and held him with all his strength, a look of passion and jealousy in his eyes as he saw red

But the Joker didn't even flinch. He just laughed, his eyes filled with amusement as he watched Bruce's emotions run rampant

James Gordon and his team watched from the glass window, growing increasingly nervous and concerned as they saw Bruce's emotional reaction

Bruce's anger and fury overwhelmed him, and he unleashed a whirlwind of words as he shouted furiously at the Joker

"Don't dare you" - he began, his voice shaky and quivering with fury, - "I will not let you take her, she is mine! She will always be mine!"

The Joker just laughed at his outrage and intensity, seeming thoroughly entertained by the sight of Bruce's rage he was really enjoying this so much

"What if I Touched her?" - The joker asked him teasingly but actually he was playing on his soft spot

Bruce's heart skipped a beat at the thought of the Joker touching you He knew in his heart that the Joker was taunting him, trying to provoke an emotional reaction

But the thought that he could ever touch you, even out of revenge, sent a wave of pure, unadulterated rage through Bruce's body

It was enough to push him over the edge that he barely had control over and Bruce was always the calm and rational one, but that rule was being tested now

"You might as well have signed a death wish if you even think about it." - Bruce shouted aggressively, his expression darkening with rage

He could barely control himself, his anger growing with each word as The Joker's twisted smile only seemed to grow wider as he saw the extent to which he had driven Bruce.

"Touching her, hurting her, or even thinking about her in a bad scenario, you will be facing the darkest days of your life." - Bruce continued, his voice getting colder and angrier

"Oh please listen" - The joker begged gently - "I was meaning making her mine not hurting"

Bruce suddenly stopped and realized that the Joker's words hadn't been about harming you but about making you his own

The thought of the Joker taking you away from him, using you as his twisted plaything, was even worse than if he had threatened to hurt you and Bruce couldn't let that happen, he couldn't allow the Joker to take you from him

He stepped closer, his grip on the clown tightening, his fury growing

"That's so worse" - he whispered coldly and angrily

"Why?" - The joker asked him calmly acting like a fool again as licking his lips by his tongue

But suddenly Bruce had enough and punched the joker making James Gordon and his teammates shocked from everything started turning into something else

James Gordon tried to get inside the room but Bruce put a chair against the door making it so hard to open the door

The Joker didn't even flinch at the punch, seeming to find the sudden burst of rage hilarious He was enjoying himself, savoring Bruce's rage and watching his opponent lose control

But the Joker knew Bruce was getting dangerously close to the edge, and he finally decided to act

“Enough” - he screaming angrily and firmly, as he effortlessly moved the chair aside, blocking the door open like nothing

“She may be yours, but you sure as hell cannot control her like a possession” - the Joker mocked him

The Joker's words cut deep

Bruce couldn't deny that you was your own person, with your own desires and choices. And if you desired the Joker in more ways than one, there wasn't much he could do about it

"But she wouldn't" - he said defensively, wanting to deny the possibility

"She wouldn't fall for someone like you, someone twisted and manipulative," - Bruce continued hastily, wanting to defend you and his faith in you

The Joker's words pierced straight to Bruce's heart

It was his deepest fear, and he had never allowed himself to express it or even admit it

But in that moment, the Joker could see the fear beneath the surface, the insecurity that Bruce had kept buried inside

"What if she will stop loving you? What will you do then?" - The Joker mocked him, enjoying the sight of seeing him doubt himself and his trust in you

Bruce had never expected the Joker to attack him where he was most vulnerable: his relationship with you

And now, the joker had successfully sowed a small seed of doubt into Bruce's mind and exposed an underlying insecurity he had been suppressing

James Gordon and his teammates knew just how deep this struck Bruce because they knew him so well

They were aware of his fear of losing you, and now, the joker had exploited it ruthlessly

Because they know the soul of Bruce..

Bruces' anger was boiling over in a sudden surge, a flurry of emotions and thoughts running rampant through his head

His heart broke when he considered the possibility of losing you, of someone else having you...and the Joker saw just how deep it cut him

Anger filled every inch of his being, so intense that it threatened to rip him apart from the inside out as This rage was so powerful that it almost overwhelmed Bruce, sending him into a state of rage and hate that was pure animalistic

"Shut up" - Bruce shouted angrily making the joker eyes widen

Bruce's rage was unstoppable

His screams angrily, his voice growing muffled and distorted through the mask, filled with pure rage This wasn't the calm and composed Bruce Wayne that was accustomed to facing off against the joker

This was primal, primitive fury that was almost out of his control

The joker was pushing him further and further, feeding him anger with each word of twisted mockery, pushing him further and further into his rage

"You won't take her from me," - he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion and rage

And suddenly The joker took blow after blow as Bruce let out his fury on his opponent, his fists flying wildly and mercilessly

Bruce didn't care about the consequences, he didn't care about getting hurt

His only concern was getting to the joker. He was filled with such a blind rage that he was driven to a state of animalistic aggression where nothing could stop him

He threw punch after punch, each hit fueled by immense anger, raw emotion, and the desperate desire to protect you

James Gordon and his teammates watched with bated breath, wanting to step in but not knowing if it would be a good idea right now

James Gordon and his team kept a close eye on the clock, knowing that it was almost time for you to arrive at the station

James knew they could not just stand by and let the situation escalate, but at the same time, they did not want to disrupt a dangerous confrontation

As the minutes passed, the tension in the room grew, and everyone was filled with an overwhelming sense of anxiety

No one knew what was going to happen, but the Joker was clearly enjoying the drama he had created and seemed eager to see how things played out

And suddenly you opened the door..

You entered because Bruce had asked you before to come but you never thought when you enter you will just seeing him trying to kill the joker like a beast

"Bat what are you doing" - You shouted as running to him trying to stop everything happening right now

Bruce heard your voice, causing him to freeze in his tracks as he felt your embrace, which stopped him from his intense assault on the joker

The joker watched with interest and amusement as Bruce finally stopped his fury and was finally pulled by your love

The Joker knew that this moment was important for the future of all three of them: Bruce, You, and himself

Bruce was still consumed with rage but he finally froze when he felt the warmth from her embrace

"Baby you shouldn't stopping me" - Bruce whispered softly but sadly

"Please calm down" - you explained calmly as rubbing his arms - "remember your rule about not killing any criminals no matter what"

"This bastard deserves to die" - Bruce shouted angrily as his rage overrode any logical thoughts, any self-control

It's made The joker just kept on grinning, amused by the display of rage and jealousy that was so rare coming from Bruce

The clown saw the struggle that was taking place between you and Bruce, between logic and emotion, between reason and his heart

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be just fine" - the Joker mocked in response to your words, taunting Bruce even more

"Please tell me what happened" - you asked him calmly and worriedly about him

"This bastard tried to take you from me" - Bruce replied to you harshly, still caught up in his rage and jealousy

The joker's grin remained in place, mocking, taunting, enjoying the tension and struggle between the both of you But he had also succeeded in sewing doubt and insecurity into Bruce's mind, pushing right to the breaking point

It's clear that your presence had only added to the problem, causing Bruce's rage to boil even further because he doesn't want you now to be here and let the joker eyes get you

"Listen" - You whispered as cupped his masked face - "you know him..he doesn't love anyone"

Bruce wanted to believe you and actually he needed to believe you

The truth was that he was afraid that the joker might have been right, that you might leave him for the Joker and The idea of losing you made him feel like he couldn't breathe

The way you was holding his face, looking into his eyes, you was bringing him back from the edge.

But the doubts were still there, the seeds of insecurity planted by the joker and now taking root in his mind

"Bruce he killed your parents don't you think he can kill you too by few lies" - you whispered as looking into his eyes

He listened to your words, his heart still racing but now calming somewhat

You made a good point about the joker being just and evil and a killer, able to kill with a few simple words But the fear and doubt had still taken hold in his mind

What if you is falling under the Jokers spell What if the joker is twisting the truth?

The possibility of losing you terrified Bruce so much

"But what if you" - he whispered softly trying to continue talking but you cut him off

"No" - you cut him calmly as put your finger on his lips- "Before meeting you i didn't choose the joker because i don't want him"

"Same thing after being with you Bruce I'm not just your girlfriend or your future wife" - you continue - "I'm your sidekick and i will never choose villain or someone killed your parents"

Bruce's face softened at your loving words He knew you was right, no matter what the joker had thrown at him, you still chose him.

You still stood by his side, never wavering

His fears might have been planted in his head, but his heart had not wavered. You was his and he was yours in every way

You was his love, his soulmate, and his everything you never failed to fill his heart with pure joy and love

Finally Bruce had let go of the intense rage that had consumed him

He hugged you back tightly, enjoying your touch and feeling your warmth against his body.

There was no more doubt, no more fear, and no more jealousy It was just the two of you finally reunited in peace, love, and trust

The joker was surprised by this sudden shift in mood He had expected Bruce to stay in his rage and continue attacking him

But the Joker's plans were thwarted and his scheme failed because you came in the perfect time

"What the fuck" - the joker asked the both of you mockingly but angrily - "come on get mad again'

"Shut Up clown" - Bruce replied calmly but with a coldness that seemed to radiate off of him

The joker smiled at him in amusement He could see that he had pushed the right buttons in the past, but his time of tormenting the Bat was over

Bruce was done with the madness, the anger, the jealousy, and the manipulation. And he wasn't going back to that place

"I have realized something" - Bruce replied firmly in a surprisingly calm tone - "you can lie and manipulate, but my heart can not be fooled.

The Joker was taken aback by his calmness and confidence, a sharp contrast to his explosive rage just moments before

"You can try to mess with my mind as much as you want, but it won't work" - Bruce continued, his voice still firm but without the rage that only moments earlier had defined him

"With all my regards" - you explained politely as smiling cutely showing your white teeth

And then you just kicked the joker off on his face it's made Bruce was taken aback but couldn't help but smile at your sudden attack

The joker had always been able to provoke Bruce into a rage, with one comment here and a smirk there, but you as his girlfriend had just turned the tables

Your kick had been so sudden and unexpected that it caught the Joker off-guard as The joker stumbled backwards as her kick hit, and he cursed aloud in frustration and anger

Yes you was too kind and beautiful to made everyone falling in love with you and Bruce was the one who loved you more then anything or anyone else

Everyone can fall in love with you but Bruce own you because even good people like him love you

And even bad people like the joker can too but the joker type was..

Wrong Person

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