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jokeringcutio · 8 months

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The Librarian and the Clown - Arthur Fleck/Joker x You

The Librarian and the Clown Fandom: Joker 2019, Arthur Fleck/Joker x (f) Reader Rating: Teen and up. Warnings: Age Gap, Older man/younger woman, Reader x Villain, Reader x Killer Clown, mention of blood, Mention of violence, Mention of bank robbery, disguise, Reader joining the villain, No explicit smut.

The library was your sanctuary, a place where the outside world ceased to exist as you lost yourself in the pages of countless books. As the librarian, your curiosity and kindhearted nature made you the perfect steward for this haven of knowledge. You had an uncanny ability to recommend just the right book for any patron, and your warm smile turned even the most timid souls into avid readers.

It was on one such quiet afternoon that Arthur Fleck first walked through the heavy wooden doors of the library. The man in his forties seemed painfully shy but polite as he approached the information desk. He was lean, slender, with beautiful green eyes and shoulder-length chestnut brown hair. His simple clothes, always in earthy colors, gave him an air of unpretentiousness that you found intriguing.

"Excuse me," he murmured, his gaze hardly leaving yours, "I need some help using the computers."

"Of course," you replied, leading him to the row of machines lining one wall.

You helped him buy a ticket, noticing all the while how his strong hands fidgeted. He seemed nervous, ill at ease, but whenever he caught your sight he smiled as if to reassure you that he was doing fine. And you couldn’t help but notice how strong his hands looked, even though they seemed elegant. Nails well kept. Not a scruff on the man’s chin. He was looking after himself, yet he seemed so frail and insecure.

There was something special about him. It wasn’t just his looks that caught your eye and made you feel flustered. Or his voice that sent deep tingles down your core. He awoke an ache inside of you that you thought you were incapable of possessing.

And when your gazes met you could swear you saw your desire mirrored in his.

It was quiet, and you had plenty of time to help Arthur complete all the steps. From logging into the computer to opening the files he needed to work on. You explained everything with patience and took the computer mouse whenever he allowed you to so you could show him all the steps that followed.

He smiled up at you, warmly, green eyes sparkling. “Thank you, milady,” he said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow as if to silently ask you for your name. You gave it willingly, even though you normally were more hesitant to have visitors know your full name. He took it with another thank you and then set to work.

You headed back to the counter to get the list of reservations. Spending time helping Arthur had put you behind schedule, but you knew you were an efficient worker so you’d make up for it. As you stood behind the counter, pencil in your hand to strike out the books that you’d already collected from the shelves, you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes kept drifting back to you.

He was watching you. And that knowledge alone made you smile for days to come.

Over time, Arthur's visits to the library became more frequent, and your connection with him grew stronger. You began to look forward to the days when he would appear at the door, a hesitant smile crossing his face as he caught sight of you. His soft-spoken questions about literature transformed into conversations about life, dreams, and desires. Each shared moment felt like a secret treasure, precious and rare.

"Have you read this one?" he asked one day, holding up a tattered copy of 'Wuthering Heights.'

"I have," you answered, feeling a sudden warmth in your cheeks. "It's a dark romance, filled with passion and tragedy."

"Sounds like my kind of story," he said, a hint of a grin playing on his lips.

As Arthur's eyes lingered on yours, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like two magnets pulling together. There was something about his quiet, mysterious demeanor that captivated you. And though your rational mind warned you of the potential danger of getting too close to this enigmatic stranger, your heart ached for a deeper connection.

"Thank you for the recommendation," he said softly, turning to leave. "I'll see you soon."

"Take care, Arthur," you whispered, watching him walk away, your heart fluttering in your chest.

As the days went by, you found yourself anticipating Arthur's visits more and more. The library, once a refuge of quiet orderliness, now felt charged with an electric undercurrent whenever he was near. Your conversations took on new depths, exploring personal philosophies and hidden dreams. The more you learned about him, the more you craved his company.

"Have you ever thought about leaving this city?" Arthur asked one afternoon, his green eyes searching yours for an answer.

In front of him, a large window stretched the entire width of the room, showing the rain falling outside in Gotham City. You stood with your back to the view, leaning against the desk that Arthur was seated at. In front of you stood the old wooden pulley you used to collect books that had a reservation put on them.

"Sometimes," you admitted, your fingers tracing the worn spines of the books in front of you. "But I'm not sure where I'd go."

"Anywhere but here, right?" he said, a wistful smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Maybe," you whispered, feeling a sudden longing to follow him to the ends of the earth, wherever that might be.

Each conversation with Arthur left you breathless, like a swimmer breaking the surface after a deep dive. Your feelings for him grew stronger, blossoming from curiosity into something deeper, more dangerous. But before you could fully understand the nature of your emotions, the unthinkable happened: Arthur stopped coming to the library.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of him. Out on the streets the situation turned foul. Politics turned bad, people were angry and went into the streets to protest. And on top of it all, a new criminal emerged. A man dressed as a clown, fighting for justice in the rotten hell-hole that was Gotham. The Joker.

You tried to lose yourself in the familiar routine of your work, but the quiet corners of the library only served as a reminder of Arthur’s absence. You longed to talk to him again, ask him about his opinion of the news. What did he think of what was going on in Gotham? Did the situation scare him? Was that why he never stopped by anymore?

But it was more than that. Not only did you miss your conversations, to share everything there was in your heart and on your mind with a man you considered a good friend, but you also longed to hear his voice again, see his smile, drown in his eyes. You’d fallen in love with him and being without him for long felt like suffocating. How could he bear to be without you for so long? Had he not felt the same?

Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of turning pages seemed to mock your unspoken longing.

"Arthur... where are you?" you murmured to yourself as you shelved books, each title a haunting echo of your memories together.

Your heart ached for his presence, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his gaze. It was as if a part of you had been locked away, and only he held the key. But as the days stretched on without a word or a glimpse, a growing sense of unease crept into your thoughts. What if something had happened to him? What if he had left the city without telling you?

"Please come back," you whispered into the silence, a desperate plea that went unanswered.

Your once-peaceful sanctuary was transformed into a prison of doubt and longing, each day spent waiting for Arthur's return. And as the shadows lengthened and the library's walls closed in around you, you couldn't help but wonder: would he ever come back, or were you destined to be haunted by the ghost of unspoken love?

A cacophony of sirens pierced the air, drawing you away from your tasks. It was an ordinary day like all others, weeks after you had last seen him. Your Arthur. You looked up from the book in your hands, startled by the sudden disruption. The once tranquil library was now filled with tension as patrons exchanged worried glances and whispers.

"Something's happening outside," a man murmured to his neighbor, staring out the window at the chaos unfolding beyond the glass.

You edged closer, curiosity driving you to peer past the shelves for a better view. Police cars swarmed the streets, their flashing lights painting the scene in red and blue. A bank robbery had occurred just down the block, and an unnerving sense of danger hung heavy in the air.

"Everyone, please remain calm and stay inside until further notice!" you called out, trying to maintain order amid the growing unease.

"Help me," a voice gasped, breathless and urgent.

Your heart leaped into your throat as a man dressed as a clown stumbled through the library doors, gun in his left hand, a wild desperation in his eyes. The Joker – a name that sent shivers down your spine. You fought back the urge to flee, focusing instead on the fragile humanity beneath the paint-smeared grin.

"Please," he repeated, his gaze locking onto yours. You noticed how he held a gun in his left hand but held it slightly lowered, pointing away from you. He wasn’t aiming. "I need your help."

You watched with fearful eyes as he lowered his right arm. A heavy-looking bag with blood spatters covering the fabric caught your eye. Was that where he kept the money? Had he maimed someone to get it? Had he hurt someone?

"Wh-what do you want?" you stammered, taking an involuntary step back. His presence felt like a violation of your sanctuary, but there was something about him – something achingly familiar that made it impossible to turn away.

"Hide me," he whispered, urgency lacing every word. "They're coming."

His plea tugged at your heartstrings, despite the fear that threatened to swallow you whole. And as the sirens grew louder and the footsteps of armed officers echoed through the halls, you knew there was no turning back.

"Follow me," you said softly, leading him towards the hidden corners of the library. The weight of your decision hung heavy on your shoulders, but there was no room for doubt – you could always tell the police he had threatened you with a gun. That you weren’t doing this voluntarily. That it wasn’t something about his voice that made you feel like helping him was the right thing to do.

"Thank you," he breathed as you ushered him into the shadows, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of gratitude and something else – something that made your pulse race and your breath catch in your chest.

"Stay here," you whispered, fighting the urge to linger. "I'll handle the police."

As you turned to leave, he reached out to grasp your hand, stopping you in your tracks. For a moment, time stood still as you locked eyes with the Joker, the danger outside forgotten in the electric charge that passed between you.

You gently extricated your hand from his grasp. A shiver ran down your spine as you stared into the Joker's frantic eyes, feeling as if time had frozen. A strange familiarity gnawed at the edges of your mind, and it hit you like a tidal wave – those green eyes, the chestnut hair peeking out from beneath his colorful wig... You knew this man.

"Arthur?" you whispered, your voice barely audible even to yourself. The disbelief that clouded your thoughts was mirrored on his face, but as recognition dawned in his eyes, you knew the truth. This man, this criminal who brought chaos and destruction with him, was the same gentle soul who had captured your heart within the quiet confines of the library.

"Y-yes," he stammered, his vulnerability shining through despite the garish makeup smeared across his face. "Please, I… I need your help."

Your heart ached, torn between loyalty to the law and compassion for the man before you, a man whose pain you had come to understand. You hesitated, your mind racing with the possible consequences of your actions. But love was a force stronger than logic, and you couldn't abandon him now.

"Alright," you agreed, swallowing hard. "Staying here will be your death sentence. They are bound to find you. The backdoor is too obvious; they'll be watching it." Your eyes darted around the room, locking onto a small cabinet nestled among the bookshelves. "There's a better way."

You led him to the cabinet, your pulse pounding in your ears as you prayed for a miracle. Opening the cabinet revealed two rows of keys. You quickly took one out with a blue label, spinning around to face Gotham’s famous Killer Clown. He didn’t look threatening to you now as he stood there, waiting with a glow of hope in his eyes. Meek and patient in the midst of chaos. He trusted you, you realized with a shock. He trusted you, and you could betray that trust by handing him over to the police, be a hero. You held all the power in this moment, and you could decide how things would end.

Biting your lip, you quickly walked past him, your shoulders brushing for just the slightest of moments. But it was enough. You felt the spark deep within your core at the touch and heard his sharp intake of breath. You had not imagined it. Whatever was between the two of you, it was real.

“Come on,” you said, not looking at him, afraid that seeing him would distract you from what you were about to do. You heard his footsteps as he followed after you, through the hallway and up the stairs.

The route you took led through a quiet part of the library. Most visitors stood near the windows, gazing at the cops outside. Some of the policemen who had entered the library were still downstairs, you could hear their voices as they talked and shouted. They were on the hunt, and it was only a matter of time before they would find their target.

You came to a halt in front of the bookshelves that stored thrillers and suspense novels. How fitting, you thought ironically before you raised the key and inserted it into the keyhole that was hardly visible in the space between two shelves. A door opened, revealing a lit hallway behind it.

"Take this route," you instructed, trying to keep your voice steady. But your hand was trembling. You hoped Arthur wouldn’t see. "It'll lead you through the museum that is adjacent to the library. It’s an emergency exit, hardly ever used. I don’t think they’ll even think of it. Most colleagues don’t even know this exists. You can exit on the other side of the building. It's safer."

With eyes averted, you waited till you heard Arthur’s footsteps. You half expected him to run through the door, taking the opportunity to escape without a second thought. But instead of hearing his footsteps rush by, you heard them come to a halt in front of you and saw the blood-specked clown shoes emerge within your vision.

Hot fingers gently raised your chin until your eyes met his. "Thank you," Arthur whispered, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. There was an undeniable connection between you, one that had been growing ever since his first visit to the library. And now, in the midst of danger and uncertainty, it was stronger than ever. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of fear and desire, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, even as sirens wailed in the distance.

"Be safe," you murmured, your voice barely audible above the commotion outside. Your heart pounded in your chest as you regarded Arthur's painted face before you, the colors smeared but his eyes still holding that familiar longing.

Something changed within his gaze then. Like a switch being flicked. His gaze hardened, his jaw locked. Determination taking over.

"Come with me," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. His thumb gently stroked past your chin, lovingly. There was no demand, no ultimatum—just an offering extended to you, the choice yours to make. But you could tell from the glimmer in his eyes how much he prayed for a certain answer.

Was this real, you wondered? Was this truly happening? For a moment, you hesitated. The world outside seemed to collapse in on itself, and within this hidden corner of the library, you and Arthur stood at the precipice of something unknown. Yet, despite the danger and the uncertainty, your decision came swiftly, the words tumbling from your lips with barely a thought. "Yes."

His eyes widened in surprise, and he reached for your hand, his grip warm and strong. He pulled you along.

"Are you sure?" he asked one last time, pausing in the doorway to look at you. His body was now pressed close to yours and you could feel the warmth of his chest against your own, feel his heartbeat in the chaos, and the gun he had hidden behind his waistband just so he could hold you.

“If you come with me, the life you knew will be gone. I’ll keep you safe, treat you well, be so, so good to you,” he murmured, his lips slowly inching closer to your ear. “But you’ll still be with me. A convict. A criminal on the run. Think you could do that? Want to give up your stable and safe home to be with a man like me?”

Answering him took no time at all. “I’m sure,” the words escaped you almost breathlessly, just in time to feel his lips curl into a smile next to your ear. A little peck of his lips against your cheeks and a deep growl from his chest with a promise: “Can’t wait to show you how good I’ll be to you, sweetheart.” And then he spun you around and, with his hand pushing gently at the small of your back, guided you out of the library and into the adjacent museum.

As the door closed behind you, sealing away the world you had once known, the reality of your choice settled around you like a cloak. The future may have been uncertain, but in that moment, all that mattered was the man beside you and the journey that lay ahead. You’d chosen him. And that decision would decide the rest of your life.

Your footsteps echoed through the narrow passage, the only sound amidst the silence that enveloped you both. Paintings emerged in the distinctly different hallway in front of you. No longer the library you worked at.

Arthur grasped a set of coats from one of the displays, a lucky exhibition for the two of you to have sauntered into as the piece of art fell apart to provide the two of you with disguises. He ushered you into the restroom to dress, taking a quick moment to wash his face and hide the wig in one of his pockets. The bag with stolen money was given to you and you held it under your coat as if you were with child.

Walking out seemed ridiculously easy. Policemen surrounded the premises but were entirely focused on the museum. They expected one Joker to come through. They didn’t expect to see a seemingly upset couple exit the museum next to the library. Arthur walked up straight towards one of the policemen to show his distress, mustering all his acting skills in an attempt to get you away from the scene as quickly as possible.

“Whatever is going on?” he asked the cop. “My wife and I were enjoying the fine art when suddenly, alarms went blaring.”

At the sneer as to why you hadn’t left the museum earlier, Arthur replied wittingly that his pregnant wife had to use the loo, and that because of the stress, it seemed that the baby wanted to come early. Shocked and visibly uncertain what to do, the now pale policeman blabbered something hardly audible about you being allowed to pass, wishing you luck when Arthur claimed he was going to take you directly to the hospital for a check-up.

They forgot to take your names.

You walked away from the crime scene just like that. Easily.

Once the policemen’s scrutinizing eyes were no longer upon the two of you, you started running. Arthur led you to a getaway car and helped you in. Finally seated, the two of you turned to each other with a smile. This was the start of something new. And you loved it. ~ FIN ~

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shadyisallyouneed · 2 years

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What do y’all think <33

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sea-of-dust · 6 months

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Hello c:

can I request Akira and Ryuji with a f!s/o who is going through her period

(I'm suffering the wrath of cramps 😭)

This is the worst....

Ryuji and Joker/Akira x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're on your period with them trying to help you

Notes: HI Hi annon!, dw I feel ya 💀 ALSO I GOT THE OTHER MESSAGE IM SORRY I MADE YOU WAIT SO LONG 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Warnings: mentions of blood, the hell of period craps

He has futaba he already knows what it must be like for you maybe even worse, so he brings you stuff you like in hopes you don't turn into a fire breathing dragon and spit fire (futaba)

Offers to do your homework for you or help you with it. He wants you to rest, don't stress about it too much not like he memmorised your handwriting for this exact purpose. So what if they aren't causing you that much pain you rest watch him speed run homework.

He lays his head on your stomach sometimes, this could lead to teasing unless you were actually about to make futabas story real. "Hey leave my girlfriend alone stomach" "stop qouting that!" Getting you to laugh made it worth it

He will lay with you even if you don't ask you could take a nap and wake up with him on his phone next to you. "You're awake?" Scooing over with a chipper grin on his face he shows you his phone "take a peak at this" as he shows you the video you don't notice him sneaking his arm under your torso to pull you into his chest. "Felt that" "awe" you feel him lean over you to kiss your cheek "I woulda got you this time sure of it" smiling weakly you kiss him back "not a chance"

He does cook for you during these times. The godsend of his cooking always make you forget about the pain and misfortune of these unfortunate times. "I can spoon feed you if you want" "YES"

He looks like his brains about to explode when he learns your on your period. "Ohhh that time of the month. No biggie!" Until you didn't show up to school one day because of your cramps

He did come running to your house with pads and the plush you kept hugging when you stayed in his. "Miss l/n it's an emergency please let me stay with your daughter!" "Oh you must be Ryuji! She talks so much about you!" Her eyes water as she fondly tells him about the times you spoke about him. It was nice but what was great was sneaking away mid rant. "Y/n!" "Ryuji?!"

He takes oddly great care of you, offering you food and bringing a game with him. "You brought alot-" "well yea I didn't know what you were in the mood for so I brought everything I knew ya liked" "They're gonna last me years..." "perfect!"

Only lays next to you if you ask him to. Feels like if he moves the wrong way it'll make you uncomfortable. So when you eventually get him to lay next to you he's just a board, his mind comming up with all sorts of theories for what would happen if he even breathed wrong.

So the next day you came to school the guy was with you every step. "Ryuji your classrooms next door" "what if you pass out" "they aren't that bad worse case I end up vomiting" "what if there's no bag!" You sigh patting his shoulder "listen I'll be fine" it's gonna take the bell to ring for him to finally give in. Doesn't mean he isn't walking you home keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

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into-crazy · 2 years

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pussy is mine

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader one shot

Summary: The Joker is feeling extra possessive and gets you off in front of his henchmen.

Warnings- Cursing, mentions of murder, possessive behavior, slightly unhealthy/toxic relationship, NSFW, SMUT, slight noncon/forced advances, choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, fingering, degradation, exhibitionism, edging and orgasm denial, ages 18+

Alright, so uh.. I was in the mood for some filthy ass smut and this was the outcome. Also remember to heed the warnings, they're there for a reason. Otherwise enjoy!!

Joker was always the possessive type. Never did he like sharing what was his. And well, you happen to be his woman. So with you? Oh you can bet every dollar you own that he was extremely possessive.

No other person was allowed to take your affections or too much of your attention away from him. Depending on how severe the situation was, then there would certainly be some form of punishment for you when J got you alone. Say you were conversing with one of his goons a bit too long for his liking, he would fuck you so hard you'd have trouble walking the next day. If he thought you were flirting(which you never do, but he will see even a simple smile as such) with someone, he'd tease you for hours until you're begging him to let you come. Then there's the worst, if you were to ever cheat on him, he would kill you. He would do it, you believe it.

Fortunately, you only have eyes for Joker. With time, he grew to trusting you more and more. You are fully committed and loyal to him. And you've more than proved your devotion to him. He knew you weren't going to cheat on him, or leave him for someone else. But that didn't mean others weren't going to come and try their advances on you.

He especially didn't want other people showing you any kind of affection or giving you an amount of attention he thought was too much. Anyone attempts to flirt with, ask out, or make sexual comments about you? That person would receive an automatic death sentence. Hell, if someone looked at you in a way that Joker didn't like, they probably wouldn't be alive too long after that. The person dumb enough to make any of those mistakes would either be killed instantly or end up going missing at some point.

Most of the time when people would make their attempts towards you, you never minded when J would intervene. In fact, you've actually encouraged the majority of the instances where he's had to step in and kill the pursuer. Because often times, a lot of these interactions with these people made you feel uncomfortable. Especially with most guys. Eyeing you down like a bunch of creeps, practically salivating over your body. Some of them apparently couldn't just take no for an answer and they would keep harassing you. So if J took that feeling of unease away, then you were happy about it.

Now when it came to Joker's henchmen, almost all of them knew very clearly that you were completely off limits. Keyword- almost. Every now and then, a man would come along and try to flirt with you or get in your pants. You never felt sorry for the ill-fated men that were stupid enough to venture down those routes. They should have been aware of the consequences of their actions yet chose to go through with them anyways. Because somehow, they thought they could get away with trying to mess with the Joker's woman. How fucking stupid, you often thought. So you never felt bad for any of them when their worthless lives came to an end.

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It was just another day at the warehouse. Joker was holding a meeting in a large room with a handful of his goons about the next hit. You were on the other side of the room, looking over and counting the shipment of weapons that had just came in this morning. J liked to put you in charge of certain tasks. Giving you things to do so you don't go crazy with boredom in this warehouse. And mainly to keep a close eye on you.

When he is here, he prefers to have you around where he can see you. The times he wasn't here, he would have you stay in your designated room- which was also his makeshift office- with the door locked. But he understood that you sometimes have to leave the room, and occasionally the warehouse. When that was the case, you have to be accompanied by one of the two men he trusted enough to look after you. At first you thought it was annoying and unnecessary. Then, you soon came to realize that it was very necessary. Since you're typically the only woman in a place with lots of men- the majority of them having criminal records.

Joker and his men sat in chairs around a fairly large table. Every now and then would J glance over at you while he was explaining the operation. You would do the same, winking at him when you both made eye contact. He'd give a small smirk in return. Oh how much he adores his precious little bunny.

He couldn't help but often think about how good you were at every task he would give you. It's not like they were anything too difficult or required any heavy lifting. In fact, most of them usually just consist of writing down the shipments that come in. Recording how many there were and what was in each of them. They're tasks which require minimal effort, but you always do them exactly how he wants and in a timely manner. So he didn't bother having anyone else do them.

J looked over at you once again, admiring how good you look as you're working. There was something that drove him crazy about the way you bit the top of the pen while you were in thought. About the simple, yet sultry motion of how you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead or swiped the stray hairs that fell in your face. But what really made his mind race was the view when you would bend over to count the contents of the containers. It's not that you were wearing anything super tight or revealing. Your oversized t shirt is hiding the curves your leggings definitely must be showing underneath. But each time you reach into one of the crates, it rides up. Giving a little peek.

Soon, J began to notice that he wasn't the only one sneaking glances in your direction. He wasn't the only one interested in that little peek.

Through his peripheral vision, he could partially see a couple of the men sat adjacent to him. How their focus was gradually being drawn away from the table talk and towards your moving form. With every stolen glance lasting longer than that of their previous. Their eyes traveling all over your body, lingering stares filled with lecherous intentions. And ohh did that make Joker's blood boil. Filling his form with a jealous rage that he's only experienced ever since he's met you.

J's still discussing the plan as if nothing is distracting him. But in his mind he wants to snap the heads off of the men that are fucking you with their beady little eyes. You are his and only his to look at and admire. Only his to crave and desire. His and never, on any circumstance, theirs.

He knows that this isn't your fault. You haven't done anything of the sort to bring that kind of attention towards yourself.

However, dogs will be dogs. And all of the bad pooches get put down around here. However.. J thought.. But what fun would it be without putting them in their place first?

The explanation came to an end as Joker watched over his men look over the plans for the upcoming job scattered all across the table. This was going to be a huge score and everyone had to be ready for it. Even though J liked to make everyone in the city believe that he was a man of no plans. He very much is a man of precision. Things can look as though they are not going- how he says- according to plan. But he doesn't want these things to be completely sloppy either.

You come back over to J once you are finished and tell him everything is accounted for. Standing beside him, you lean down and show him the clipboard. Going over what came in and what you've counted, which was a relatively small load compared to others often brought in. All the while, his eyes trail from the words on the clipboard to your hands, and up your arms until he reaches your neck and face. Your skin is gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, and he can't help but think of ways how he can make you sweat even more. A small, wicked smirk forms on his face as an idea pops into his mind.

Joker is going to have some fun and remind all of the men in this room that you belong only to him. Especially since they had the audacity to still be looking at you while you're standing right here next to him.

You finish talking and let out a small sigh of exhaustion. J takes that into account. He scoots his chair back and pats his thigh. "Sit down, doll."

You comply, and move to take a seat on his lap. Sort if perching yourself instead of sitting all the way down. You don't expect to be in this position long. It's rare when he has you sitting on top of him like this in the presence his henchmen. And you take gratification with every chance that you get. Even if it is for a short, sweet moment. Then, you feel his hands softly run along the length of your back.

"You did such a good job for me, hm." He whispers lowly to you as his other hand starts rubbing circles on your thighs.

The action causes you to slightly tense. You find his demeanor confusing. This amount of affection that he's currently displaying in front of his men is completely unlike him. So you start to question it. "Um.. J? What is going o-"

But Joker doesn't care, and shushes you before you can even finish your question. "Hu- shush, shush, shh." His voice coos in your ear.

The hand that was caressing your thighs moves up and in between your legs. Shyness overtakes you and you quickly attempt to close them, but J goes to move them open.

Heat floods your cheeks and you attempt to ask him again, "J, w-what are you doing?"

His hand slowly creeps back to that space between your legs and he leans to whisper in your ear. "I'm uh.. having fun with my little bunny."

You swallow thickly and shift your hips. Your eyes dart around the room to see if anyone is watching. To your relief, no one seems to notice what's going on. Hoping that it stays that way. Because when his hand finally reaches your clothed mound, you can't help but want him to continue with whatever it is he's doing.

His touch grows firmer and you can't help but melt like butter in his arms. Your body relaxes and you wordlessly allow for J to continue. Though something faintly whispers to you that he probably would've gone on even if you hadn't. The giveaways being the unfamiliarity of the situation and the tight hold he's got on you. But then again, J is always surprising you by being unpredictable sometimes.

"That's it." He purrs when he senses your body giving in to his touch.

His fingers trail teasingly up and down your slit, causing you to shiver with anticipation. He continues to tease you this way for what seems like forever and you start to grow anxious. Then he decides to torture you more by rubbing circles around your clit. He's not touching you in the places you need the most and it's driving you insane. You release a silent whine and he chuckles darkly.

"Come on, don't be shy now. Let it out. I want 'em all to hear those desperate little noises you make just for me."

With that, he presses down onto your clit. The sudden action causes you to moan aloud which gathers the attention of everyone at the table. Their heads instantly snapping in your direction. Your eyes widen and you swear you felt your heart stop at that moment.

The men are completely stunned with the image before them: Their boss sitting nonchalantly with you on his lap. His hand in between your legs, shamelessly rubbing your pussy through your pants. J had even gone the extra mile to move your t shirt out of the way. That way so it was clearly visible what he was doing to you. Every one of them quickly exchanged glances filled with shock and confusion. None of them dared to say a word while they stared at you. They simply didn't know how to react or what to do.

It is silent. All eyes are on you.

And that killed you.

But you were instantly brought back. Resurrected by the fire that coursed through your body. You want this. You want it now. And the fact that all of these men were watching only makes you desire it even more.

One of the henchmen decides to cut through the tension by standing up with the intention on leaving the room. But Joker isn't having that.

"I'd uh.. sit back down if I were you.." J's threatening tone stops the man from moving another muscle. His dark eyes dart across to glare at the man, whom of which was ogling you moments ago. "Since this is clearly somethin' you've been dying to see."

The goon silently sits back down. His body trembling with the realization that an end to his life may be in store very, very soon. The only look on this goon's face is that of fear and dread as his focus quickly switches between J and you.

J's deadly glare quickly travels around the rest of the table. Forcing eye contact with every single man. He makes it clear that absolutely no one is aloud to leave. And it was that distinct fear in which the Joker had set within them, that forced them to stay. He is a dangerous man, and it wouldn't be a smart move to tick him off. Especially when he's already this riled up.

J continues to pleasure you without a care. With your whimpers and moans filling the room as you decide not to hold back. He's making you feel so good, and as much as you don't want to admit, a part of you really likes having an audience. Even if they're practically being held at potential knife and gunpoint. They're forced to look, but they are not allowed to touch. Whether it be you, or themselves.

You twitch in J's grasp and he chuckles in your ear. Sliding his free hand up to your neck so he can have better control over your movements. "You like that bunny? You like how I'm touching you in front of all these worthless men?" Unable to respond, you release a shuddering breath, your gaze aimlessly wandering around the table. J smirks wickedly against your cheek. "Yeah, you love it. My filthy little slut. Look at you."

"Oh god, J please!!" You whine quietly. Struggling in his grasp as you attempt to push yourself further into his hand. Your ass moves against his erection and you try even harder. How badly you're aching to feel his hard cock slide inside of you right now.

However, J scolds your attempts. "Ah ah, move your hips like that again and I won't give you any more." His hand tightens around your throat while his fingers brush just over your aching clit, making you shudder. "Don't forget who's in charge here doll. Or else I'll have to-ah tear your clothes off and fuck you right on this table in front of them."

His threats are only turning you on even more. And the mere thought of him ripping your pants off and fucking you hard in front of all these men brings a long, lustful moan from your lips. This amuses J further. He couldn't say that it surprised him because he knows the dirty girl you are.

"Oh, that turn you on doll?"

He continues to provide your clit some much needed stimulation. Rubbing circles over it with a firmness just right. You relish in the all the pleasure he's giving you.

"No, they don't get to see what's mine."

He slaps your pussy and you nearly scream. You did not expect for that to happen. The abrupt feeling of pain mixes in with the pleasure, and your body doesn't know how to react to it. It hurts but it feels so good and you love it. It's all so, so much. Tears stream quickly down your face while you're still begging for more. You notice how some of the goons react with silent gasps. At this point you don't care if they see you cry. You're way beyond that now.

"Bad girl," Joker tsks against the back of your neck. "Daddy's gonna have to punish you for that later."

You are a little disappointed that J won't fuck you right now. Especially since you really wanted it. But you understand why. He doesn't want to expose any of your most delicate and private parts to these men. Those are for his eyes only. He just wants all of them to know that you are his. To show them how much you want him and him only.

"I'm s-sorry." You choke back a sob. To which he rewards your obedience by continuing to pleasure your desperate pussy.

"Just go right on and keep moaning my name, hm." J slips his hand into your pants, sliding two of his thick fingers easily into your wet cunt. "I want you to show them who this pussy belongs to."

He begins fucking you with his fingers. His merciless pace emitting loud and wet suction sounds which he made sure everyone in the room can hear. He confirmed that they had by each of their reactions. Most of them were extremely uncomfortable now. Maybe a few of them were also getting turned on by the lewd display before them. And that only spurred J to go harder.

You moan out in pure pleasure when J starts curling his fingers inside you. Rubbing you in all the right spots as he moves them in a come hither motion. "Yes, fuck, yes J- right there! That feels so good, mhmm. Please keep doing that."

Joker halts expectantly, "please what?"

"Please daddy!" You yell as loud as you can.

"Mm now that's what I like to hear."

He rigorously switches in between curling his digits and moving them in and out of your hole. Bringing you near that sweet pinnacle of ecstasy, but stopping right before you can reach it. He’d purposely yank it away so he and everyone else can hear your desperate whines. Your pent up frustration from the denial of your orgasm grows stronger with each one. It frustrates you even more that Joker's goons are witnessing you in such a state. It feels wrong, degrading in one of its lowest forms. You shouldn't be loving this as much as you are. But J's skillful touches feel amazing, and his praises are everything. All you want in this very instant is to cum. Except there's just one problem- J won't let you.

But finally, after a couple more denials, you think he might actually let you this time. You try your best to coax him into it. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum!" You figure the only way he'll allow you cum is if you give him exactly what he wants. So that is exactly what you do. You bring yourself look at all of the men. At each and every one of them. "My pussy belongs to you Joker, it's yours and no one else's! Please daddy, can I come now please?"

J is satisfied with your announcement and he decides to reward you. A smile spreads fully across his scarred cheeks and he curls his fingers with the intention on making you scream and gush with an orgasm. "Atta girl," he whispers. "Go on then, be my good little slut and cum for me hm."

Two more finger strokes have you cumming hard, tossing your head back against J's collarbone as you let go. Your body spasms wildly as you cry out in your rapturous high. "Fuck J! Ahh!" Your juices gush all over J's hand and completely soak through the fabric of your pants.

"There you go. Good girl." J rubs along your arm affectionately you come down from your high. It was a powerful one and he knows it telling by how limp your body goes and you appear to be shifting in and out of consciousness. J removes his hand from your pants to admire his handiwork. He then focuses his attention towards the table and uses the same hand, glistening with your juices, to dismiss the goons. "Meeting's over. Get out."

On that command, they all quickly jump out of their seats and make to the exit without a single word. Not even another glance back while walked out as fast as they possibly could. J just sat there with you in his arms as he watched them go. Quite satisfied with what had just occurred. Now they know, He thought to himself.

Soon as they were all good and gone, J's attention was now all on you. "You good?"

"Mm, more than." You mumble happily against his neck. It's slick with sweat and some parts of his paint but you don't care. You find it comforting.

"Well, don't get too comfortable princess." J grins maliciously, "remember you've still got a punishment in store."

He gives you a slight nudge and presses his erection against your ass. He's still very hard. You bite your lip to suppress a moan but he catches it. His thumb goes under your waistband, and he pulls so that it snaps back against you.

"So take these off and lay down on that table."

"Yes sir." You reply with a smile. Rubbing your thighs together excitedly before hopping off his lap.

This’ll be fun.

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Old Enemies and Old Friends

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, injury, mentions of death, violent death

Word count: 3384

A/N: Here’s part 12 of castle of glass! This took a lot longer than I thought it would, but my ADHD has been playing hell all week. Hopefully the next one won’t take as long, and I hope you like it!!

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Thirty-two hours.

Jason glanced at the clock on his helmet dash before forcing him to look away again. Y/N had been with the Joker for thirty-two hours. He was trying really hard not to think about the fact that he had been with the clown for less than two before he got bored of beating him and set the bomb timer going.

He forced himself to breath and think logically. If she was dead, the Joker would have told them by now. He liked to rub that kind of thing in their faces. But if she wasn’t dead…

Stop it.

He took another deep breath and ticked the current warehouse off his list. He didn’t have many buildings left to check. Dick had temporarily run off to deal with a gang shootout, after insisting Jason keep searching without him for a while. Dick had told him he was planning on calling several of the titans in, but he’d been called away before Jason could ask who. Jason had mixed feelings about them getting involved because he hadn’t exactly had the best experiences with any of them, before and after his death. But he knew they were as protective over Y/N as Dick was, so he wasn’t going to say no if they wanted to help out.

A flash of movement caught his eye as he stepped out of the abandoned warehouse.

He flexed his fingers over the guns strapped to his thighs as he stepped forward. But he wrenched his hands away as he laid eyes on the small kid crammed into the gap between the wall and a dumpster, clearly trying to be as small as possible.

“Hey, kid. What’cha doing here?” He relaxed his posture and crouched down, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible given he was now taller than Bruce and almost as broad; sometimes he really missed being Robin.

“You’re Red Hood.” The kid was shaking slightly, but he kept his eyes on Jason as he nodded. “You help people.”

“I try to.” Jason said as softly as he could through the voice modulator. He watched as the kid chewed his lip but made no room to say anything else, so he spoke up instead. “Do you need my help?”

The kid nodded. “Some men hurt my friends. We sleep in the old theatre because it’s dry and the costumes are all still there for warmth. But the men found us and hurt some of my friends.”

The edge of Jason’s vision tinged green. He thought he had made himself clear a few months back when the police tried to bar the homeless kids in the Bowery from sleeping there. That was Red Hood’s turf and those particular kids were under his protection. The kid in front of him couldn’t have been older than twelve, and he deserved somewhere relatively safe and warm to sleep.

Jason really wanted to punch someone. “Did you get the officers names?”

“They weren’t police officers.” The kid said.

Jason felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.

Could it…

No…

In the middle of his territory…

Surely not even the fucking clown was that suicidal…

He took a deep breath, ignoring the pit once again as it tried to take over. “Okay, kid, I’ll deal with it. There’s a shelter on Cross Street, you take your friends there and tell the woman behind the desk that Red Hood sent you.” He pulled a small red token out of his pocket and handed it over to the kid. “Just give her that and she’ll set you up.”

The kid nodded and scurried off.

Jason pulled out his phone and shot Dick a quick text before setting off in the direction of the theatre.

***

It was easier than he thought it would be for Jason to slip in through a hole in the theatres roof. That should have been his first indication that something was wrong. But green had started clawing its way to the front of his mind at the mere thought of getting his hands on the clown, making him more reckless than he would normally be.

He crept through the decaying attic and jumped down onto the first floor, his boots hitting the carpet with a dull thud. He had been to the theatre once before it shut with his mom. He didn’t know how Catherine had managed to scrape together the money, even if it was just a low budget version of A Midsomer’s Night Dream. It was still one of his best memories, just him and his mom before she got really bad. Before she finally gave up and chose the drugs over Jason.

He shook his head, choosing to focus on the green instead, and kept moving forward.

He could hear voices coming from the stage area and silently walked towards the stairs he remembered that should lead him to the backstage area. He stepped onto the carpet at the bottom of the stairs and knew something was wrong, the floor just felt off. But as he moved his other foot down nothing seemed to happen, so he put it down to rotten wood and he started moving forward.

He made it half way down the corridor before his head started feeling funny. Three more steps before he stumbled. One more before he fell to his knees and started realising something was really wrong.

Some form of gas was his first thought. But his helmet had a filtration system. Not if someone planned for that, his brain reminded him. He crawled forward another metre, trying to think of a plan.

Then the laughing started.

Manic, echoing laughter poured down the corridor and suddenly Jason was fifteen again and the carpet under him was actually concrete and the walls were further away.

“Poor excuse for the cavalry, aren’t you, birdie?” The voice that haunted his nightmares cackled. “I bet this was not what the other little birdie was hoping for when she sent that distress signal.”

Distress signal?

“Oh, well, she’ll find out soon enough.”

Before Jason could think about anything in more detail, the crowbar connected with his helmet.

***

Jason couldn’t supress the groan as he woke up. His entire body felt stiff and his head was throbbing in the dull way it did whenever someone hit him over the head while he was still wearing his helmet. But the fuzziness told him he had also been drugged with something, and that never boded well for what was to come.

“Finally back with us, birdie?”

Jason didn’t have time to answer before two sets of hands yanked him upright. It took him a solid minute to resist the urge to puke because he realised he was still wearing his helmet, even if it had shattered on one side.

Muffled, angry protests drew his attention and he finally managed to crack his eyes open to take in his surroundings. They were on the raised platform that used to be the stage, although now it was just rotting boards, and there were two guys on either side of him, still holding his arms. But that was not his priority when his eyes caught a flash of purple.

Y/N was on her knees about six feet in front of him with the Joker standing behind her. She was gagged and there was a piece of rope wound around her neck that he had a horrible feeling connected to where her hands were bound behind her back. The bruising starting to come out around her neck confirmed his theory. There was blood on the left side of her head and a bruise on her cheekbone that looked at least a day old so he knew those were from when she had been grabbed.

But it was the fresh blood running down her left leg from the middle of her thigh that worried him the most. Her jeans were missing and something had been carved into her thigh. From this distance he couldn’t make it out under the hem of the oversized shirt of his she had stolen yesterday morning, but he had a feeling he knew what it was and it made his vision tint green.

“Get away from her.” He rasped out, struggling to make his voice work as he looked up at the clown.

The Joker’s face split into his awful grimace of a smile and he stroked a hand through Y/N’s hair roughly, clearly not caring if it got caught. She flinched away and the hand clamped down, keeping her where she was. But she kept her eyes on Jason, looking concerned, like she wasn’t the one with the psycho murderer standing behind her.

The Joker laughed, tipping Y/N’s head back and Jason could tell by the choking sound she made that she had tried to move her hands without thinking about the rope around her throat. “Not much of a rescue team, is he, little bird?”

Distress signal.

The Joker’s words in the hall came back to him and he tried not to show the surprise on his face. He said Y/N sent out a distress signal. But it hadn’t been to him. Of course not, she had to have codes with Dick, ways of sending messages without anyone being able to tell what they said. Which meant Jason had walked into a trap that wasn’t meant for him, and Dick still had a chance. Knowing golden boy, he’d be a lot more careful than Jason had been, which meant he just had to keep the clown’s attention until then.

He took a deep breath, well aware of the implications of what he was about to say, but he just needed the Joker to let Y/N go.

“You know, I never did answer for which hurt more.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide and she started screaming something illegible through the gag, but the Joker’s smile grew and he let her go. She fell onto her side, her eyes focused on him, still shaking her head as the Joker stepped forward with the crowbar.

Jason closed his eyes and begged whoever might be watching over him that Nightwing wouldn’t be as late as Batman was.

***

As always, Dick didn��t disappoint.

The Joker only managed four hits before something exploded and they heard people shouting. The men holding him dropped his arms and drew their guns. Jason let himself slump and slipped the hidden knife out of his boot while none of them were looking.

“I wonder which birdie that is.” The Joker laughed and walked towards the edge of the stage.

Jason took his chance and stabbed the guy on his left in the calf as he swept the legs out from under the guy on the right. He dived over the guy on the floor, ignoring the horrible twinge in his most likely broken ribs, and used his body as a shield against the others gunshots before grabbing the now dead guys gun for himself. From there it took almost no effort to drop the other guy.

But when he turned in the direction of the clown, he found empty space.

“Fuck.” He croaked out, his voice sounding worse than before.

He turned back to Y/N as the shouts got closer; the clown could wait.

They were too exposed on the stage so he sliced through the rope connecting the one around her throat to her hands and ignored her muffled protests as he threw her over his shoulder. He kept the gun up as he moved towards the backstage area. Y/N went limp on his shoulder, clearly accepting this was how he was moving them somewhere safer.

He kicked open the first door he came across and strode into what looked like on old dressing room once he had made sure it was clear. He set Y/N down on the floor as gently as he could, trying not to jostle her leg too much, and then pulled off the shattered remains of his helmet before cutting her wrists free. He barely had time to pull the gag out of her mouth before she threw her arms around him.

“We’re okay.” He said, giving himself one minute to just hold her.

But she pulled back before he could, her hands immediately moving to his face. “You’re bleeding.”

“Not as much as you.” He said, catching her wrists below the skin the ropes had rubbed raw and bruised. But her leg was what was worrying him.

“I’m fine.” She said, moving to cover it with the oversized shirt before he could take a proper look at it.

“Sweetheart, nothing ‘fine’ bleeds that much.” He pulled a pressure bandage out of his utility belt, well aware he didn’t have enough for her leg, wrists and neck. “I need to wrap it so we can get out of here.”

She nodded and moved her hands away. “Okay.”

He shifted forward to get a better look and his entire vision went green in the way it hadn’t in a long time. He was aware his eyes had changed and his breathing was uneven, but it was hard to get it under control when the psycho had decided to carve a goddamn J deep enough in her leg that there was no way it wouldn’t scar.

“Jay.” Y/N said softly. “Jason, breathe.”

He forced a lungful of air into his chest and exhaled slowly, forcing the green back, but leaving it thrumming under the surface for when he got his hands on the clown.

“I’m okay.” He said once the green had retreated enough that he could see his surroundings again. Her hands were on his face again, her thumbs gently stroking over his cheekbones and he let it ground him before he turned back to the task at hand and started wrapping her leg up. “You got a message to Dick.”

“We have a code. That’s why he thought it was meant for you.” She said. “You didn’t come with him?”

“We were looking together, then he got called away for a gang shootout. A street kid told me about some bad men here, thought I’d check it out. I walked into the trap he set for Dick.” He told her as he finished tying off the bandage.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but she cut off as they heard footsteps in the corridor. Jason met her eyes before wordless standing, placing himself firmly in between her and the door, and raising the gun in his hand.

The door was kicked open, slamming against the wall with a bang, and Jason found himself staring down the shaft of a military grade arrow.

“Speedy?” Y/N asked and Jason glanced down to see her peering around his legs.

“Well, you both look like shit.” Roy Harper said, dropping his bow and striding into the room before pulling Jason into a hug like everything that had happened since he ran away hadn’t happened.

Jason let himself relax into it and wrapped his free arm around Roy. “You got any bandages, Harper?”

“Who do you think I am? Course I’ve got bandages.” Roy pulled back and dropped down in front of Y/N. “How you doing, WarGames?”

“You know I’ve never actually hacked the military, right?” Y/N said, offering her wrists to Roy as the archer pulled several rolls of bandages out of his belt. “Dick got my message.”

“Of course he did. Him and Donna are handling the goon squad.” Roy moved to bandage her neck as Jason shrugged out of his leather jacket.

“The clown?” Jason asked, helping Y/N into the jacket as Roy stood back up.

“Dick went after him.” Roy said, his eyes dropping to the gun in Jason’s thigh holster.

Jason chose to ignore the look and turned back to Y/N. “Can you walk?”

“I think so.” She took his offered hand and let him pull her up. Her leg shook slightly, but she stayed standing.

Jason turned to Roy, keeping his hand in Y/N’s, and nodded. Roy drew his bow again and started walking back the way they had came. Jason drew his gun and followed, keeping one step ahead of Y/N in case anything decided to jump out at them.

“Nightwing! Stop! Nightwing!” Donna’s shouts were cut up with the sounds of gunfire and fighting. “Nightwing! Stop! Dick!”

Jason started running before he even realised what he was doing, but nothing could have prepared him for the scene that greeted him.

Donna was subduing the last of the Joker’s men in what used to be the dress circle, still calling for Dick to stop in between punches. Dick was on the floor at the edge of the stage, repeatedly punching the person on the floor underneath him. The sight of the purple suit was enough to stop Jason in his tracks. For some reason his brain was struggling to comprehend the sight of his brother with blood soaked gloves and his murderer lying on the floor with a broken face.

“Dick!” Y/N moved before Jason or Roy could stop her and caught Dick’s arm before he could throw another punch. “Dickie?” She said softly.

Dick looked up at her before turning to look at the bloody mess underneath him. Jason spotted the exact moment Dick realised what he’d done; his entire face crumpled and his breathing picked up. But Jason still couldn’t make his legs work, he just stared as Y/N pulled Dick away and wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed to the floor.

Roy shot him a look as he walked towards the Joker, but he didn’t seem to expect Jason to move. Dick’s face had gone blank and he didn’t give any indication he was hearing any of the soft reassurances Y/N was whispering in his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. Roy took a shuddering breath as he stood back up and met Y/N’s eyes. The shake of Roy’s head broke the last of Jason’s composure and he dropped to his knees, unable to take his eyes off the bloody mess of the Joker’s face.

It was over.

The clown was never going to hurt anyone again.

But it shouldn’t have been Dick.

Jason didn’t even care that someone had got to the clown before him, the only thing he cared about was the fact that it was Dick. Bruce’s golden boy, the one of them who always believed in Bruce’s one rule more than anyone else.

“Jay. Jason. Jason!”

He snapped his head round to find Roy had gone to help Donna secure the Joker’s guys and Y/N was looking at him.

“Jay, he’s bleeding.” Y/N said, looking more panicked than before. It took him far too long to realise she wasn’t talking about the Joker, that the fresh blood on her hand was coming from Dick’s side.

“Shit.” He forced himself to move and dropped down next to her.

Dick was still staring blankly at the wall, Y/N being the only thing keeping him upright. He didn’t move as Jason started prodding at his side.

“What’s wrong?” Donna asked as her and Roy walked over, both of them pointedly ignoring the body on the floor.

“He’s been stabbed through one of his suit joins.” Jason said, taking the roll of gauze Roy offered and pressing it against Dick’s side.

“You two get him out of here. There’s a car outside and both of you clearly need medical attention as well.” Donna said.

“The bats-”

Donna cut Jason off. “We’ll handle it.”

Jason studied her for a moment and then nodded; he could tell she was thinking the same thing he was. None of them knew how Bruce was going to react. Roy passed him the car keys and he managed to get Dick standing as Y/N kept pressure on his side. He let himself take one last look at the bloody mess that used to be the Joker before leading them to the exit.

Part 13

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⟢ 𝐉𝐔𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐅 𝐇𝐂𝐒 • GN!S/O!READER | FLUFF.

⟢ 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 wooin • GN!READER | N/A.

You’re Jay’s best friend. And you somehow stumble into Wooin, turns out you guys have the same taste in suckers.

⟢ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 joker • FEM!READER | FLUFF.

You have an arcade date with Joker

⟢ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 vinny hong • GN!READER | FLUFF.

You end up spending the night alone on the beach with Vinny.

⟢ 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 harry shepherd • GN!RIVIAL!READER | N/A.

You and Harry are both on Light Calvary team, and despise each other.

⟢ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 jay jo • GN!BESTFRIEND!READER | FLUFF.

You and Jay have been childhood friends forever, apparently he’s developed some feelings within that time.

⟢ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐃 harry shepherd • FEM!READER | ANGST.

Harry has been cheating on you for months now, you decide to confront him

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Well, You Don't Have To Get Ticked Off About It (Sal Vulcano x F!Reader)

Sal rolled his eyes, “You guys are assholes.”

He heard an outburst of laughter from the earpiece and Joe spoke up, “Nothing new, Sal! Now pick up the flea collar in your basket.”

Sal sighed, rifling through the items to find the flea collar near the bottom of the basket. Murr’s voice now echoed in his ears, “See that young lady with the h/c hair? Standing over by the make up? You know what you have to ask her.”

Sal glared at the camera above him, “Are you kidding me? You couldn’t pick anyone else?”

The woman was focused on the eyeliner in her hand, her face partially obscured by her hair. Even without seeing her face, Sal could tell she was pretty and he really didn’t want to have her thinking he had fleas. His friends yelled at him over the earpiece, Q’s voice breaking through the others, “You can’t talk us out of it, Sal just do it!”

Sal relented, deciding to rip off the bandaid, and with another small sigh he approached the woman.

“Excuse me, d-do you know if these work on humans?” He cringed internally at his delivery, though he supposed given the content of his question there really was no way to ask without giving her… well, not the impression he would prefer.

She looked up at him, clearly surprised to be interacting with another person. On meeting her gaze, Sal was caught off guard. He had a feeling she was pretty but, man, he hadn’t expected this. He didn’t know what it was about her features but he could confidently say she was the most attractive woman he had seen in a long time, maybe ever. For a moment he forgot what he was doing, why he was there, and what he had just asked her. He was simply lost in the e/c abyss of her eyes. She was looking up at him, seemingly still processing his words. Her mouth opened and Sal found himself fixated on her lips, not hearing the whisper of a word that escaped them, too entranced by the thought of cupping her cheek and pulling her in for a kiss.

She gawked at him, her pretty little mouth agape, “Wha-”

Q shouted in his ear, “Say something Sal! You’ve got ticks!”

Almost robotically, Sal repeated the words, “I got ticks.” His brain felt like it was shutting down, the shame crumpling it into a little paper ball pinballing around the empty trash can of his skull.

She sputtered for a moment before gaining her composure, “Y-you have ticks? Wait why are you getting-” her brows furrowed and she pointed at the collar in his hands, “you don’t need that.” Sal was struck by the genuine concern in her eyes, it was sweet but humiliating. She definitely thought he was an absolute moron. Even so, her voice was just as beautiful as she was and he struggled to focus on the task at hand. She continued, “Go get a pair of tweezers, you can just remove them yourself.” Her fingers mimed the pinching of tweezers as she spoke.

He paused, she was right, but before he could formulate his own response, he was fed his lines by his friends. “Well… I got a lot. See, I was crawling through my neighbor’s yard with my binocs, like I normally do… and I looked through her garbage, like I normally do… ticks.” He shrugged, willing the heat to dissipate from his cheeks.

Despite the slightly incredulous look on her face, she took this in stride. She nodded slowly and spoke again, “Um… Does your neighbor-you know what? Never mind. So, you need the regular protection then, right?” She paused, thinking for a moment, “I have no idea if you can use it or not, hold on, I’ll look it up.” She whipped out her phone and began swiftly typing in her search bar, biting her lip and furrowing her brows as she concentrated.

Bewildered by her response, Sal turned to the cameras with a look of complete disbelief on his face, his eyes wild with confusion. The guys were cracking up, Joe exclaiming passionately, “Who IS this woman?”

Sal heard Q next, “Sal found the nicest person in New York. I can’t believe this.” He could hear Murr agreeing, though he must not have been holding the microphone because his voice was less audible than Q’s.

In response to Q, Joe spoke up, “Nice? This lady is NUTS! She’s helping him be a more successful stalker right now!”

Sal opened his mouth, instinctually wanting to defend the woman, though Joe did have a point. A thought passed through his brain, gone as quickly as it came, but causing his face to heat up nonetheless. What if… What if she was into him? If she found him unattractive she would not be engaging on this level, right? People excuse all sorts of behavior when they find someone attractive. The fantasy was shattered with the realization that she could also be playing along purely out of self-preservation, thinking him a potentially dangerous lunatic.

She started to speak again, eyes still on her screen, “Okay, so, do NOT buy that for yourself. The pesticide that is used to keep ticks at bay is toxic and you don’t want it on your skin.” She raised her eyes to meet his, turning her phone off and sliding it into her pocket. She waved her hand in the air, gesturing as she went on, “Apparently they’ve tried using these on soldiers and concluded it doesn’t work for humans. If they won’t even use them on soldiers I definitely wouldn’t risk it, we all know how much the government REALLY cares about the wellbeing of our troops.” She rolled her eyes and Sal had a feeling she had a lot of strong opinions about the government. Strong opinions he found himself very interested to hear. She continued speaking, drawing his attention back to her, “I think you’ll just want to start taking really thorough showers after your… uh… patrols. Do you want me to show you how to detach a tick? It’s easy once you know how.”

He heard Q over the headset, “SEE she’s just really nice. A little odd maybe but NICE.” Sal could practically hear Joe rolling his eyes as he responded to Q but Sal’s focus was pulled back to the woman in front of him.

Sal was at a loss for words, she was looking up at him so expectantly, with those beautiful e/c eyes that swallowed him whole. He faintly registered the voices of his friends talking about how crazy this woman is but all he could do was stare into her kind eyes. She seemed to pick up on his brain’s complete inability to function and laughed, taking him by the hand and pulling him along with her as she searched for tweezers.

His heart was in his throat and his brain was static as he let her pull him through the aisles. Normally he would be having an aneurysm at even the thought of touching a random stranger's hand but he was far too dazed at the moment. He felt the tidal wave of anxiety, as he often did, but he felt detached from it, like he was watching it approach from a suspended glass bubble. The ferocious roar of the water muffled and his skin safe from the cutting spray, the little shards of glass in the sea foam that would tear him apart if he strayed from his rules, he knew their bite all too well. They tear him apart as the liquid seeps into his lungs leaving him gasping for air, drowning, overwhelmed by the world and every unclean thing in it.

But now, he could watch from afar. From this new e/c bubble. A glass bubble where he was surrounded by flashes of images, bright smiles and soft lips, the feeling of a clammy palm in his, fingers interlocked, strands of h/c hair draped across his pillow. It was an almost out of this world experience. He could feel his usual panic looming, lurking in the recesses of his mind, but for now he was safe. Safe in the strong hands, stronger than he had expected, of a woman with questionable judgment and a beautiful soul. The feeling was new, and that in itself caused him discomfort. But the reprieve he felt from his crippling anxieties, while foreign and unsettling in ways, ultimately helped him feel more grounded. The hand wrapped around his served as a tether, something keeping him close to Earth, unable to float away to be at the mercy of the whims of the whirlwind of anxieties that tormented his mind.

The woman dragged him around the store, seemingly unaware of the complete mental breakdown (breakthrough?) he was having, glancing at the signs on the aisles until she found the section with grooming products and eventually coming upon the tweezers. Gently dropping his hand, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bottle of hand sanitizer. Sal watched, eyes wide, as she squirted a bit in her hand, glancing up at him and holding it out, her eyebrows raised in a wordless question. He nodded, reaching out, the haze of her influence growing stronger as he only faintly registered his friends shouting in his ear. He had no idea what they were saying, and at the moment he didn’t really care. He felt as though time had slowed down, like he was experiencing the world from the inside of a mound of jello. Despite his friend’s best efforts, their voices fell on deaf ears and they could not break him out of his daze. They simply watched him, rubbing his hands over and over, though the hand sanitizer had been worked into his skin long ago. He was just staring at this woman, who looked back at him, a mixture of confusion and amusement apparent on her face.

Murr unplugged the microphone, staring at the crew behind the tv, “I mean, what is going on?” Q was cracking up, bent over and wheezing. Joe’s raucous laughter ceased for a moment while he shot a look Q’s way, “You better not throw up again, pal.”

Murr turned to his friends, “He’s not even listening to us. What are we supposed to do?” HIs question trailed off into laughter. An evil glint arose in Joe’s eyes, “What do you say to turning this into a punishment?” The glint passed from Joe to the other two as they nodded, Q simply saying, “Get him, Gatto.” A wicked grin split Joe’s face and he rushed away, leaving the other two to watch and wait to see his plan unfold.

In the meantime, Sal was still staring at the woman, who laughed, turning to the tweezers to grab the pair she thought served their purpose best. She cleared her throat, “It’s not you by the way, I’m just not a fan of the common cold. Or, well, germs in general.”

He nodded, his stupor broken by her voice, by her words, “You have no idea how much I understand what you mean. People are disgusting.”

She let out a laugh, snorting and covering her mouth in embarrassment. A blush rose on her face as she retorted, “I mean, you dig through trash often enough to get ticks. I’m not sure you should be judging people so harshly.”

It was now his turn to blush, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He realized then that his friends were unusually quiet and he felt the color drain back out of his face. The expression on hers morphed into one of concern and she opened her mouth, most likely to ask him what was wrong, when her attention was drawn to something behind Sal. Knowing one of his terrible friends must have appeared, Sal turned reluctantly around, body deflating as he saw Joe standing in front of him. The other man’s body language indicated extreme annoyance, and his eyes screamed “punishment”. With one look, Sal knew he was about to feel more shame than he thought possible. Joe opened his mouth, “Fido! What are you doing standing on your hind legs? Get down boy! Leave that woman alone.” Sal’s heart dropped, he stared at his friend, who still hadn’t broken character. He didn’t dare look back at the woman who had captivated him so just moments before. Luckily for him, the cameras clearly caught the look of disapproval passing over her face at the display in front of her. Joe raised a newspaper he had rolled in his hand, Sal thought faintly that he must’ve picked it up on his way through the store, but his train of thought was interrupted by Joe slapping him on the arm with the newspaper.

“This is officially a punishment now! Down, boy! Down!” Joe continued beating him over the head and back as he cowered before him, dropping to his hands and knees. He lifted his hands to cover his head, too ashamed to even defend himself and knowing that he now had no choice. There was no backing out of this, it was no longer a challenge he could just accept a loss on. His horrible, horrible friends had picked up on his situation and, of course, made sure it was even more humiliating. His mind was a flurry of anxious thoughts, spiraling around and creating such chaos in his mind he couldn’t keep one straight from another. He was trapped in a blizzard of his own shame and he felt hypothermia nipping at his extremities. He resigned himself to his fate, letting the cold wash over him and hoping for a swift death, the ultimate reprieve from this filthy, fucked up world he lived in. Suddenly, the hits stopped. He looked up tentatively, expecting the worst, only to see the woman with her hand on Joe’s wrist. She looked positively outraged. He passively wondered if the crew would allow him access to the footage from this. He didn’t want to see himself whimpering on the ground like a fool but seeing her righteous fury from below did something to him. The intensity on her face warmed his body, momentarily erasing the freezing shame he felt just seconds before. Her eyes flicked down to him and she shoved Joe’s hand away, offering her now empty hand to Sal. The burning in those e/c eyes caused him to blush instantly, his entire body tingling and a pit forming in his stomach. Not the pit that usually accompanied his fear, no, this was a different feeling deep inside him, one that filled his mind with images unsuitable for television. Luckily, her eyes softened when they met his and the sensation faded, melting into something cozy, something gooey and warm, he was suddenly a chocolate chip cookie straight out of the oven, pulled apart by the care in her gaze. She helped him to his feet, dusting off his shoulders with a quiet, “Are you okay?”

He nodded, again at a loss for words. That wasn’t often the case, he thought briefly that maybe this woman had some sort of magical power. To put him at ease and quiet his always racing mind with only a look.

“You didn’t like that did you?” She asked softly, her hands still on his shoulders, grounding him with their touch.

He shook his head, sheepish and feeling like a little boy caught in a fight by his mother. She looked him in the eyes and nodded, squeezing his shoulders. He watched as she turned to Joe, the empathy draining from her eyes, replaced by that burning anger from before, “What the hell is wrong with you? If this is some fetish shit you need consent. His and the rest of ours. You can’t just bring that out in public. And he clearly wasn’t enjoying it. So what do you have to say for yourself?”

Joe sputtered, caught off guard by the glare being leveled at him. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, “That’s Fido. He’s not supposed to be walking around like that. He doesn’t like being punished but he signed up for it. He knew the rules when he started working with us.”

Sal watched as she mouthed the words “working with us” to herself, processing the response before she looked back to Joe, “So, if it’s not a fetish… what kind of work…” She was obviously struggling to make head or tails of the situation, her anger dissipated in favor of utter bewilderment. “Look, I’m just saying, you shouldn’t do these kind of things in public. I don’t know WHAT line of work you’re in but this is incredibly inappropriate. I mean, we’re in a pharmacy for Christ’s sake.”

Shrugging, Joe pointed to a lady on the far end of the aisle. She was accompanied by a small white rat of a dog, “Other people brought their pets in, why can’t I?”

The woman’s brows furrowed and Sal turned his head back to the carpet, careful not to touch it with any part of his face, and stifled his laughter. He could feel tears rolling down his face and he hoped his ragged breathing wouldn’t give him away. He willed Joe to be as distracting as possible but alas she must have looked down because within seconds she was on the ground with him. He felt her hand on his back, rubbing small circles as she glared up at Joe again, “Do you see this? He’s crying! He’s a grown man not a pet and you’ve treated him with such cruelty that he is CRYING. Do you have no shame? No empathy? I mean, I wouldn’t even treat an animal that way let alone a human being!”

At that point, Joe lost it. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t break often but knowing Sal was bent over, face an inch from the nasty carpet, crying from laughter and seeing this lady’s vengeful glare as she did her best to protect poor baby Sal was too much for him. He covered his face, which she interpreted as him feeling shame, “Yeah, I hope you feel badly. You’re a monster. You despicable man.”

That did it. Joe keeled over and found himself on his hands and knees mirroring Sal’s position on the floor. Seeing this, Sal collapsed, finally able to let himself break entirely. The woman looked very thrown off, glancing back and forth between the men suspiciously, her hand still positioned over Sal as if to shield him from further abuse.

Sal could hear his buddies cackling over his earpiece, Murr was practically screaming and he was pretty sure he heard Q fall over. He couldn’t blame them, this was one of the most unexpected interactions he’d ever had on the show.

While Joe and Sal tried to pull themselves together, the woman’s eyes narrowed and she started looking around the store pointedly. “Am I being punk’d right now?” She asked, voice level despite the rising blush on her face. Sal had to admit, he was happy to not be the only one blushing and he had to appreciate how radiant she looked with some extra color in her cheeks. He wiped the tears from his eyes and sat up so he could look her in the face. She stared at him quizzically, though it was hard to read what other emotions were going through her brain. For such an expressive and confident woman she sure knew how to put up barriers when she felt like it. He felt a shock of nerves fly through his system and his heart sank at the thought that she may not react all that well to the news. He cleared his throat and looked into her eyes, hoping his conveyed the apologies he wanted to give her, “Sort of. This is a show called the Impractical Jokers. My name is Sal and this is one of my best friends, Joe. We, and our two other friends,” He tapped his earpiece with his index finger, “basically just go around the city forcing each other to do and say embarrassing things.” Pointing at Joe, he continued, “This one was in the back with the other two giving me directions the whole time we were interacting. The whole thing is, if we refuse the directions we lose. Whoever loses the most in an episode gets punished. Punishments you can’t say no to. Hence the-” He gestured around vaguely and she cut him off, realization dawning on her features, “Hence the beating you with a newspaper and treating you as a dog. I understand.”

She turned back to Joe, “Joe, right? I am SO sorry. I mean, I stand by my reaction but I take back what I said about your character.”

Smiling, Joe assured her it was fine before looking at Sal thoughtfully. She turned back to Sal, unbothered by Joe’s watching eyes, “So, you’re alright then?”

Sal chuckled, “As alright as I can be, all things considered. But yes, this is my job and wasn’t a serious situation.”

She sighed, relieved, before blushing and letting a smile climb onto her face. She gave him a soft punch to the shoulder, “You really had me going. Your show must be hilarious.”

His face lit up again and he found himself breaking eye contact, looking towards the ground and away from those powerful eyes. Opening his mouth to answer, he was interrupted by Joe, “Oh, we’re the best. You should give it a try. Sal’s our funniest guy, aside from me, of course.” He pulled a cheesy face and she giggled, looking at Sal with a twinkle in her eye. Feeling her eyes on him he raised his to meet them and the tenderness in her gaze made his heart soar.

“I bet he is.” She said, so softly he almost didn’t catch it. But he did. His blush darkened, he was sure he looked like a ripe tomato, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to care because she looked the same. Her face had gone from dreamily staring at him to bright red and looking anywhere BUT Sal in seconds. He didn’t want to get his hopes up but that seemed like evidence to support his earlier theory, that maybe she was only going along with his nonsense because she found him attractive. Humoring him for the sake of interacting with him longer. He registered briefly that Joe had slipped away at some point, probably back to the others. Sal recognized Joe playing wingman. Giving him a compliment before slipping away and granting them some semblance of privacy. As much privacy as one can have while hooked up to a mic and surrounded by cameras. With this knowledge in mind, that at least one of his friends sees what he sees, the potential connection he has found in the strangest of ways, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

“Ahem,” he drew her attention back to himself with a small cough, “Do you have any more hand sanitizer?”

She nodded, looking overwhelmed but almost relieved at the mundane question. She reached in her pocket and pulled it out, squirting some on her own hands before giving it to Sal. He did the same and the two sat quietly on the pharmacy floor, blushing and cleaning their hands. Sal’s heart was beating a million miles a minute but he knew he had to do something. Had to take a chance. Be a man, and all that. He turned to her, locking eyes with her and chewing on his lip. She cocked her head and looked at him, worried, “Are you okay? What’s on your mind? Thinking about how there’s definitely poop on this carpet we’re sitting on?”

That sealed the deal for him and he surged forward, cupping her face in his hands as he pressed his lips gently to hers. He opened his eyes just in time to see hers close, shock forgone for acceptance as she leaned into his kiss. It was a quick kiss, chaste and light. He pulled away, face on fire, and looked at her with eyes as wide as dinner plates. She giggled, a blush dusting her cheeks and nose, the tips of her ears like little crimson beacons poking out of the h/c sea. She raised her hand to his face, humming contentedly when he tilted his head into her touch. He closed his eyes, only to open them almost immediately at the small groan let out by the woman holding him so sweetly. The sight before him was one he enjoyed greatly, she was pouting and it was absolutely adorable.

He chuckled lightly, “What’s wrong?”

She bit back a smile, trying to remain petulant, “You have really pretty eyes. I wanted to see them, is all.”

Sal couldn’t help the grin that illuminated his face, “You wanna know something? Your eyes are even prettier.”

The woman blushed and pushed him playfully. He became acutely aware of how nice she smelled, given their close quarters it was hard to miss. One whiff and his mind was sent careening through an entire hypothetical future, one where that smell meant home. He realized at that moment that he still didn’t know her name. Here he was imagining being with her until death do us part and he didn’t even know her name.

She watched as he opened his mouth again, “Awkward question but, what’s your name?”

Letting out a hearty laugh, she told him. She also gave him a light scolding for kissing her without permission, though she said she’d let him get away with it since it was clear he was a nervous wreck.

Obstinately, he shot her a look, “I may not be known for being relaxed but you still held my hand when you thought I was a tick-ridden stalker.” Her face screwed up into one of guilt and defiance.

“I want to defend myself by saying I didn’t really think you did all that or I knew it was a show or even that I was so scared of you I was just playing along to be safe but honestly, I just thought you were really fucking attractive.” She shrugged, feigning ease though her blush betrayed her true feelings.

Sal put a hand on her arm, “And I begged my friends not to target you because I thought you were pretty and didn’t want you to think I was a mongrel of a man.”

She looked back at him and smiled, “Well, then I suppose we were meant to collide.” She thought for a moment before speaking again, “Could I…Would you mind…Can I get your number?”

Grinning, Sal nodded, “Of course you can, are you kidding me?”

She shrugged, “Hey, I don’t know, you’ve got your own television show. You must be famous. I'm sure you have girls falling at your feet all the time. I wouldn’t blame them.”

He laughed and took her hand, drawing her eyes from her lap, “Sometimes. But not like this. This is different, for me at least.”

She seemed content with that answer. The two got up from the ground, exchanging numbers before she made her way to the back to sign all the necessary forms.

Sal was left reeling in the afterglow of the experience. Best punishment he’s ever had, by far. I mean, not much of a punishment if it ends with a kiss and the potential for more. Sal blushed again, because “more” meant a lot of things. Heartwarming and… other parts warming, alike. He adjusted his pants and sighed happily, letting a small smile grace his lips as he thought about where he would want to take her on their first date. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her beautiful face and he decided he could really get used to that.

He was startled by Q, who had approached him from behind, “Hey, Sal, you wanna know something?” Sal groaned, knowing exactly what was coming, “YOUR eyes are even PRETTIER.”

He turned around and found Q and Murr both laughing wildly. He told them to fuck off, trying to keep his face schooled into an expression of annoyance but he couldn’t help the smile that forced through. Q noticed this immediately, “Wow, I mean, we knew she had some sort of effect on you but WOW. You better not chicken out on calling her.”

Sal scowled, “I won’t, I’m not an idiot.”

Right on cue, both Murr and Q opened their mouths and, “Wellllll…” before falling into laughter again. Sal rolled his eyes and walked away, glancing around for Y/N in a way he hoped was inconspicuous enough but in reality was probably very obvious. He found her talking with Joe, a soft smile on her face. For a split second he felt a sharp pain in his gut, a tangled ball of jealousy, hissing and snapping at his insides. As soon as it came, it was gone, because she saw him and the way her face lit up made his knees go weak and his insides melt. The writhing mass in his stomach eased a bit, her smile like a heat lamp making the covetous cobras sleepy and docile. Her smile widened and she waved, causing Joe to turn around, a grin spreading across his face when he saw Sal. He turned back to her and said something, something that drew her attention from Sal and made her blush profusely. Sal felt the envious serpents rising in his stomach again as Joe put his hand on her arm, nodded, and walked off with a smile. The snakes settled a bit as her eyes found their way back to his, their rattles quieting and mouths closing, waiting for the next move, still warmed by the smile she flashed his way moments before.

She approached him eagerly, unashamed of her giddiness. She got to a normal talking distance and took one step closer to him, effectively invading his personal space, though he had no mind to complain. Mirth in her eyes, she looked up at him, “I have to go, I had a whole list of things to do today and this,” she gestured to the chaos of the crew around them, “has thrown me a wee bit off schedule.” She laughed before going on, “It has been an absolute pleasure. Please, call me any time.”

Sall nodded, about to return the sentiment, when she pushed herself up on her toes and took his lips in hers. A sweet kiss, not quite as drawn out as their first but just as chaste. Before he could gather himself, she was headed off, with a glance over her shoulder and a small wave followed by a “call me” and that beautiful smile.

Sal stood there for a moment, relishing the tingling sensation in his lips before growing aware of the many, many sets of eyes on him. He flushed deep red and told everyone to get back to their business, rushing away to find a bathroom so he could sit in solitude and process the day's events.

Finally alone, he opened his phone and stared at her contact, wishing belatedly that he had gotten a picture of her. For her contact photo, of course. Not to stare at longingly while he waited to see her again. He sent her a quick text, pressing send before he could think too hard about it and talk himself out of texting her at all. She responded almost immediately, enthusiasm laced in her every word. His body relaxed and he texted back, smiling as she joked with him. He lost track of time, holed up in the bathroom, happily waiting for each buzz of his phone. Eventually, someone came banging on the door, calling him back to set. He said his farewell and spent the rest of the day floating high above the set, drifting into daydreams whenever he wasn’t actively involved in a bit. Joe shot him a knowing glance and nudged him out of it whenever he could but he still found himself thinking about her the whole day through. He couldn’t wait to see her again.

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j0kers-light · 9 months

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Hope you uh don't mind me asking again i thought of something different can you do something spicy where y/n dresses up as joker but like a sexy version with the makeup and wig foe her halloween costume up to you but was wondering what that would be like between the two

His Lighthouse: Happy uhh Halloween? (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Happy uhh Halloween? - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE NOR IS IT HALLOWEEN 🤭

Hi @jokerslittlepage I am so sorry this oneshot is ten days late!! but I spent the entire day to make sure you enjoy a little slice of October at the end of July! I love writing female!Joker... hehe might revisit this reoccurring idea later... anyhoo I hope you enjoy!!

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Halloween is a big deal in the L/n household.

You always won best costume at school, the house (both indoors and out) was always eloquently decorated and you lived, ate, and slept, Spooky day vibes.

Your mother made sure the surrounding neighbors understood the assignment and participated to the best of their abilities. It wasn't just about candy and scaring people, oh no. This was a lifestyle. Now that you were away from home, you were stoked to continue the tradition even if you were the only one to enjoy it.

Joker was rather curious when you dragged out totes from storage on September 30th and willingly climbed your ladder to hang cobwebs, giant spiders, and the like from the rafters.

Not once did you trip or ask for help. He was impressed to say the least.

Overnight, your bright and cheery penthouse was transformed into a haunting decrypted shell of itself.

Anything colorful was converted out for shades of black or silver with red being the only pop of color. You moved your plants into the sunroom but the creepy vines and black elephant ear remained. For the next month, your abode would convey peak Halloween energy.

The entire apartment building participated too and decorated the main lobby and elevator for the month. It was cute and focused mainly on pumpkins and ghosts. Definitely not your style.

But for Halloween night, everything was dedicated to the trick-or-treaters within the building.

Each apartment floor had a theme and boasted fun little activities for the youth. You made it publicly known at the September community meeting, your floor would be the one to visit.

As soon as you got off the elevator, the short hallway leading up to your black front door was decorated to perfection. Even Joker was caught off guard when he came home.

The lights were turned off and you placed keep out signs, hung more cobwebs from the ceiling, and scattered dried up leaves on the hardwood floors.

The small table you had in the hallway was replaced with an gothic altar that held a cauldron of dried ice that pooled onto the floor and really gave off the haunted vibe you crafted so wonderfully. A fog machine nearby was pumping the rest of the area with smoke. Red and black candles littered the hallway, providing just enough light to see where you were going but no more.

Joker was thoroughly impressed by your haunted hallway in all of its glory.

It was eerie and completely unlike your normal setup. He was used to bright lights and a fresh display of flora on the table before entering your penthouse, not this.

You warned Joker to stay away for the day while you entertained children and their parents stopping by but when did he ever listen? He stuck around the area just in case you needed him.

Since the day was over, he came home.

He made it to the front door but stopped when he saw it was cracked open. His natural instincts were on high alert, already thinking the worst.

He knew for a fact that wasn't part of the decorations. You always kept your door locked.

Granted you were excited as of late, you weren't that careless to forget to close the door. The entire month you fangirled over your Halloween costume and barred Joker from seeing what you would be wearing.

'It's a surprise!' You would say as another component was delivered to the penthouse or 'You'll see it online when I post pictures!'

This morning you did in fact post pictures of your costume. It was a character from another popular book ,right down to the outlandish wig and custom shoes.

That's what you were so hush hush about? Big yawn.

Little did Joker know, you had two Halloween costumes this year. One was strictly for public view, the other.. well. Joker would see it very soon.

You knew Joker wouldn't stay away for too long so after the last trick-or-treater left, you quickly changed to begin your surprise for Joker.

You left the front door open knowing he would panic and left him a trail to follow. Another cauldron/fog machine in the main foyer to your apartment made everything distorted.

It was dark in here too but candelabras were scattered about offering limited light for Joker's search.

Just how many candles did you buy? Wasn't this some kind of fire hazard? And where were you?

Joker wanted to call out your name as he slowly searched your apartment but stopped himself. He knew the floor plan by heart and if there was an intruder inside, he'd rather keep the element of surprise and stay quiet.

The living room and beyond was empty so he moved onto the dining room and kitchen. Right as Joker was clearing the pantry, he felt a presence behind him.

He swung and hit nothing but air as your giggles echoed throughout the room. "Come and catch me..."

So his bunny wanted to play hide and seek? He grinned and followed your stifled giggles towards his bedroom. The door was closed but he could see the glow of light underneath. The entire apartment was decorated for October but you didn't touch his room.

At least you hadn't when he left this morning. When Joker opened the door, he knew you had been busy.

More candelabras were lit, giving the place a soft intimate glow, and black lace and cobwebs hung from the ceiling around the bed like a canopy. Not a speck of color was to be found and you had black rose petals scattered all over the floor. He expected you to be on the bed since you were always one for theatrics.

Yet you were nowhere to be found. Did he mishear the door closing? Maybe his Light was good at hiding after all.

Joker clicked his tongue and turned to leave when he (almost) ran face first into..

"Hi."

It took everything in him not to hit you. Joker quickly backed away but not before his jaw fell open in disbelief.

Joker was at a loss for words and of course you teased him for it. "What? Is there something wrong with my uh.. face? Is it the scars? Wanna know how I got 'em?"

You smiled wide, exposing your pearly whites. His eyes scanned your body, completely speechless. He didn't know whether to be turned on or disturbed by your getup.

On one side, you were a literal vixen but it was something off putting about seeing your doppelganger. Especially genderbent.

Was it weird to be attracted to himself? Was that a thing?

Your normal voluptuous curls were gone and replaced with long green hair. You incorporated braids into the do' to keep the bangs off your forehead since your entire face was painted in Joker's signature white greasepaint.

Your makeup was dark and dramatic with a smokey eye and a winged eyeliner so sharp that it could cut him if he weren't careful. You let the black eyeshadow extend past your eyes and fade down to your cheekbones.

It was simply phenomenal but your mouth was where J drew the line.

Joker feared you went too far and did the unthinkable.

Your beautiful face was now disfigured and still wet with blood. You arched an eyebrow at Joker's pain stricken face. He didn't like your cosplay after you spent all day putting it together.

You rolled your eyes, (it took him a minute to notice they were green) and smacked your red lips. "Oh? Do... ya not like iT?" You even adopted his speech pattern. This was all too much to take in.

"Y/n... "

You didn't give him a chance to speak. You roughly pushed Joker down into a chair. He was appalled by the audacity but also mildly turned on by it.

Was this just a Halloween costume or did you fully commit yourself to this? He was unsure and weighted out the possibilities of his Light actually gone insane.

It was something about seeing you in a tight black corset and matching leather pants splattered with blood that did things to him. Your curves were on full display in the tight material and you oozed confidence.

He swallowed loudly and avoided your gaze.

You didn't like that. You straddled Joker's thighs and ran your hands from his shoulders down to his chest. "You look tense. What's the matter hmm?"

You grabbed his face, jerking it so he faced you, and demanded that he answer. You saw the wheels turning in Joker's head. Would he play along or put a stop to things before they began?

He was too confused to decide. "Bunny.. Y/n. What's gotten into you?" Joker asked.

He let his hands roam over your leather clad thighs until you spoke up.

"Oh her. She's... err gone for the night. I'm afraid you're stuck with meeee." You rolled your hips into Joker's with an airy moan. "And I think you're quite okay with that.."

You grinded down on Joker's hard on and trailed kisses down his neck. You tugged at his hair and he couldn't stop the moan that escaped his throat.

"See? You want this. Relax, J. I'll make you feel gooood."

In the blink of an eye, you clicked a knife open and cut Joker's shirt right down the center. Your knife skills weren't perfect like J's and you accidentally nicked his skin. Without thinking, you licked the red welt clean of blood.

He saw red on your tongue as you licked your lips making him groan. Joker was breathing hard but you could see the uncertainty still in his jade eyes.

Why was he turned on by this? What was wrong with him? He should be concerned about your mental health!

"Y/n? I uhhh gotta ask. Are they.. did you.. You know?"

Joker ran his thumb against the jagged cut that began at the apples of your cheeks and stopped at the corner of your lip. He sighed when you sucked his thumb into your mouth. God, you were such a tease. And your mouth was so warm too.

You asked him coyly. "Do you want them to be real, J?"

Did he? Heavens no! Joker liked you the way you are! He pulled you into a hug and let his hesitations be known.

"Never. I like my Light the way she is. Please.. tell me you didn't cut your face baby doll.." J cupped your cheek and stared into your contact colored eyes.

It was just prosthetic makeup but Joker didn't need to know that. If he thought your costume was that real, then kudos to you! You tried to stifle your laugh but failed terribly.

And that seemed to make things worse.

Watching you laugh uncontrollably dressed up as himself, Joker was beyond worried. He was about to shake some sense into you when you finally had enough.

You did your best interpretation of Joker's growl and fought his hold to pin his wrists to the armrest. The moment Joker heard a distinctive metal clicking sound, he flipped out.

"What the f__k, Y/n?" He shouted until you shut him up with a kiss.

"Shhhh. Since ya don't wanna.. re-lax, I'll make ya by force. Oh someone's maddd." You giggled.

Joker exhaled through his nose and tried breaking free of the handcuffs but they didn't budge. There wasn't a pair in Gotham City that could hold him but these must be new. Just what kind were they? He struggled some more and didn't notice you undoing his belt until you started removing his pants.

"Should've done this earlier but.. I have such a stubborn pet. I'll have to switch my plans around." His neck nearly snapped in half, hearing you call him a pet.

You grunted as you finally pulled Joker's pants off. They disappeared somewhere in the candle lit room as you fell to your knees in front of him. From his seated position, Joker could admire your cleavage spilling out of your corset and your curvaceous backside if he turned his head to the side. This outfit of yours was killing him.

He was left in his boxer briefs with a noticeable bulge poking through the dark fabric. Your mouth watered just by looking at it.

He refused to be handcuffed like some submissive lover.

"Bunny, last change. Take these off. Now." Joker warned.

Screw your plans! He.. he was not enjoying this. Such a shame his body said otherwise. Joker's dick was straining against his briefs and you instantly took pity on him.

"Ya want me to take these off? Sure thing handsome."

You dipped your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and tugged. You laughed when J's cock hit your face after being set free. "Such an eager pet! This all for me?" You kisses the tip and Joker hissed.

"Careful now, Y/n. Y-You're playing a dangerous game." He said.

Two pairs of green eyes met in a stand-off. One was filled with unbridled lust, whereas the other, pure mischief. It was rare that Joker let you be in charge so you seized this opportunity while it lasted. So what if he punishes you later?

You secretly loved punishments from Joker.

You licked Joker from base to tip before swirling your tongue around the head. And just like you anticipated, J went wild.

He bucked his hips up and bit his lip to stifle the deep groan he wanted to let out. That mouth of yours was a tease. Why didn't he let you suck him off more often? It felt like the first time all over again; it had been so long.

"Yesssss Princess. Just... just like that." He wanted to guide you but you had his hands cuffed to the chair. "Ohhhh you planned this didn't ya? Naughty girl... get it wet."

You smiled and slapped Joker's fat head on your tongue. You managed to respond with a uh huh, noise right before you relaxed your jaw and took J down your throat.

"F__k meee! All of it! All. Of. It. Yes, that's it, there ya go, doll!" Joker groaned your name when his head bumped against the back of your throat, making you gag a bit.

He didn't care that your makeup was rubbing off on his thighs, feeling your hot mouth wrapped around his dick was oh so worth it.

You swallowed around Joker's dick a few times until you had to breathe. With a sharp gasp, you let him slip out of your mouth. Joker was now shiny with your spit and you stroked him with your hand as you caught your breath.

He looked down and noticed you were already staring. Your contacts were pretty but he loved your natural eye color more. It was like staring in a mirror. You looked so sexy dressed up like him.

"I wanna grab your hair... use that mouth of yours. Ruin you.."

You kissed Joker's inner thighs and laughed. "Ruin me? Why... that's exactly what I'm gonna do to you, J." You squeezed his cock tighter and began to jerk him off faster.

Joker tried to hold back his desire but your hands were so soft stroking his cock. Your body was so sexy all dolled up in leather and splattered red. Your smile was so inviting even if he questioned if the scars were real...

You had an air of confidence and he was drowning in your allure. He was so close didn't care how loud he was.

Joker letting go right as you stopped and leaned away. His eyes shot open to see your smug grin.

"Oh bunny, you are cruel." He pulled at his restraints to no avail and groaned. "When I get these uh, handcuffs off, you're gonna get iT."

He gasped when you stroked his tip until a tiny bead of cum emerged to the surface. It was torture he never felt before. Being worked up only to be thoroughly let down. What were you doing to him?

You made sure to keep eye contact with Joker as you licked up his precum. His poor tip was turning red, he was so wound up. It matched Joker's rosy cheeks with each heavy drag of air that he took.

"I'm sorry. Did ya say something, J?" You teased.

You wondered how many times you could bring Joker to the edge and snatch it away before he finally snapped?

You scratched your purple fingernail down Joker's shaft. He huffed out a curse with an unexpected moan. You saw a vein throb from the sensation and giggled. This was so much fun!

You gripped him again and began a slow, leisurely pace, as you thought aloud.

"I gave out sooo many tootsie pops today, I wonder. Just how many... uhhh licks does it take to get to the creamy center? Let's find out.."

You opened your mouth and took Joker's cock right down to the base in one go. He was too far gone to care about what you said, the pleasure had a way of overriding everything. He threw his head back and let you take charge for a change.

He'd regret letting you call the shots later. Once you got a taste of power, you'd force his hand again.

Joker tugged at his restraints, feeling powerless to your desire. It wasn't the worst situation he'd been in but still.

Your mouth was bobbing up and down his length in wet, sloppy pulls that forced him closer and closer to the peak that he needed to fall from. You edged him long enough.

Joker could feel the white hot coils slowly tearing apart and they threatened to take him under but once again, you stopped.

Joker cursed up a storm amidst your chuckles. You licked your lips clean and stood to your feet but grabbed J's face to calm him down.

"Shhhh, shhhh, pet. Don't worry. You'll get to cum. Yeah.. Right now." You let him go so you could shimmy out of your skin tight pants.

He groaned discovering you weren't wearing any underwear. He called out your name, making you look up.

"I need ya, doll. M-Make me feel good, yeah? You said you would. Be a good girl then and do it."

It was the closest thing to pleading that Joker was gonna do. He was desperate enough to even ask.

He looked so helpless sitting in handcuffs with his swollen dick rutting up into the air, searching for any type of stimuli to get off.

Joker wasn't broken– you doubted he would ever submit to anyone, (you included) but he was delirious with pleasure. It was time to put him out of his misery.

You were about to undo your corset but Joker snapped at you, "Leave. It. On. I need you, now."

The sheer need in his voice had you scrambling into his lap and sinking down on his cock without hesitation. The both of you cried out at the stretch. Joker was already on the brink and feeling your pussy welcoming him inside its wet warmth was making him dizzy. He didn't know you had edged yourself before he came home in preparation.

None of that mattered right now.

You secured a grip on Joker's shoulders and started bouncing on his dick. There was no rhythm or tactic, just pure instinct hurdling you straight into an orgasm as Joker lost control and burst into your pussy.

He said your name like it was both a blessing and a curse.

He never came this much in his entire life. Black dots clouded his vision and his body felt fever hot. Tremors wracked his body as you continued to slam your pussy down over and over on his spent cock.

"Bunny... bunny... s-stop!" A moan got caught in his throat when he felt another orgasm rushing to the surface.

This had to be magic. There was no way he could cum again. You were a literal witch.

He bit down on your neck as the both of you came together. You sagged your weight onto J as the both of you floated in an afterglow. Joker's gaze was fixed on the ceiling as he came to terms with what just happened.

He literally just had sex with himself. The situation sounded so absurd that he burst out laughing.

You lifted your head in confusion. Joker simmered his mirth down to admire your beautiful face painted in white.

"What's so funny?" You asked.

Joker sighed and rolled his neck. You were gonna love this one.

"If that's how you uhhh celebrate Hallo-ween. I'm looking forward to next year's festivities. But! For now.. can ya hehe, get me outta these cuffs, baby doll?"

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fleckcmscott · 2 months

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Frills and Thrills

Summary: A typical night becomes anything but typical.

Words: 1,398

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This piece was inspired by the below behind-the-scenes photo; the cinematography of One From the Heart (thanks, Lawrence Sher!); and this very 80s song. No, I am still not looking forward to the sequel - but I will take a hot Arthur Fleck anytime. 😎 Please enjoy! Special thanks to @sweet-nothings04 for her help and support! A very tardy Christmas piece is on the way!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

"That'll be $43.67."

Arthur counted out the bills in his wallet. Before transferring his three prescriptions to Groves Pharmacy - a brisk nine-minute walk from his Burnley address - he'd called for the beige and blue tablets' prices. With his lack of Gothamcare, he'd hoped they'd be cheaper than at Helms. "Disappointed but not surprised" was that night's journal entry.

He'd try the new insomnia pills first, get a fourteen-day supply of the other two whenever he could. See if a good night's sleep in the bed he was almost used to would encourage positive thoughts, lighten black moods to grey. After all, they'd improved since Y/N. Still there, still a teeter on the edge of an abyss. But with a guide rope in the shape of a woman's hand.

Leaving $2.41 in his pocket, he surrendered exact change. Took the white paper bag with blue lettering. Offered a quiet thanks and sidestepped from the pharmacist's counter.

Y/N waited in the cosmetics section, purse on her shoulder, a passive expression on her face. He recognized the creams on the top shelf, a flicker from when he'd shopped for Penny. The silhouette logo, the black label, the rounded corners of the jar. Anti-wrinkle Oil of Olay, then, when money was too tight, the knock-off poured into her Oil of Olay jar. His subtle subterfuge had gone undetected. Wrinkles continued to form in the usual fashion. He'd continued to save a quarter and make the swap.

As Y/N picked up a pink compact, Arthur slinked behind her to speak in her ear. "You're already pretty."

Giggling, she hung the rouge in its spot between concealer and cream foundation. "You make me blush enough already. Did you get what you needed?"

A crooked half-smile. "I think so." He entwined their fingers and started towards the exit, an attempt to halt any further questions that might lead to med and money talk.

Aisle three's endcap had an Easter display, a thousand plastic wrappers crying out for attention. Jolly Jack chocolate bunnies and Cadbury mini-eggs, pastel baskets and cellophane grass. The plush baby chicks were awfully cute, perfect the kids at the children's clinic. He'd jot a reminder to come back after the holiday, grab some plastic eggs and props at half price.

"My parents used to dress us up and take us to our grandparents for a picnic and Easter egg hunt," Y/N said, crouching to browse a set of die cut decorations. "Do you want to do anything for Easter?"

In spite of his mother watching a televised mass and sharing a bag of jellybeans, the day hadn't ever been personal. The Fleck household was anathema to miracles. Even with the miracle he was currently living, he had no desire to celebrate a victory he didn't believe in. "No. Why?"

"You've got a heavy eye on the Peeps - my little sister likes to put them in cocoa. And I thought you were Catholic. Or at least raised Catholic, with all the prayer candles and icons in your apartment."

The answer came firmer than intended. "Those were Penny's."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed. You wouldn't have hung a Madonna over the bed. I bet you weren't responsible for that ugly cat candle, either."

Snorting, he rolled his eyes, recalling all he times he'd dusted his mother's knickknacks. The sculpted candles were the worst. They'd developed a weird film sticker than nicotine stains, and grime stuck in every crevice. On bad days he'd been tempted to throw them out. On good days he'd care for them, because Penny loved them so. Inklings of whimsy in a life of indifference.

The never indifferent woman at his side rose to walk with him. Grove's automatic doors opened and they spilled onto the busy sidewalk.

Two blocks up, a light sprinkling began, lent the pavement a velveteen sheen. With each step that sprinkling grew heavier. From a drizzle to a patter to an outright shower. Puddles formed beneath their feet, threatening shoe seams with leaks. Arthur crumpled his paper bag, shoved it in his tan jacket's pocket, and jerked his hood over his head.

The toe of Y/N's kitten heel skidded past a pool as she hopped to the right. "The weather report didn't mention rain!" she cried, ambles escalating to a jog.

A fierce gust sent sheets of water sideways, whipped the hem of her pleated skirt to flash her thighs. Arthur looped his arm through hers, pulled her into an alley to take refuge under the canary, corner awning of Mott's Spirits. Cigarette smoke drifted from the crowd gathered along the storefront. Her wrinkled nose kept him from lighting up himself.

She gathered the collar of her wool coat. "Well, I'd like us to do something small, if that's all right. It's been years since I've celebrated anything, really. I want to put all that behind me again, like last Christmas. Easter Parade's playing at the Majestic this week. I haven't seen it but the summary sounded like you. A song-and-dance romantic classic."

How could he argue with the sweetness of her reasoning? That he was the reason she wanted to celebrate? He gave a little nod. "I think Tuesdays are half price."

Just then, a bell rang out, crisp and clear despite the downpour. A bicycle messenger sped their way, a dozen plastic bags hanging from the ten-speed's handles. Arthur darted in front of Y/N, sought to protect her from the incoming splash. She yanked him tighter, out of the menace's path.

But it was no use. Muddled water pelted the back of his trousers, liquid ice soaked through white socks. He jolted to his tiptoes, teeth clenched against the stinging cold.

Y/N bent to survey the damage. A groan left her, which quickly became a laugh. "What an asshole," she said, then laughed all the harder. The warmth of it loosened his stance, and he found he had no choice but to join in. She settled back against the shop's window, stuck out her lower lip to blow a damp lock of hair from her forehead. The lock remained in place. "If only I'd had my umbrella."

Neon light from a Gotham Lottery sign spilled across her face. "Winners aren't born. They're made!" was the lotto's slogan, and Arthur had finally found a winning ticket. Orange accentuated the tawny flecks of her irises, rounded the curves of her cheeks. A perfect frame even an imagination as vivid as his couldn't improve.

A drop trickled down his scalp, skimmed the side of his neck, sneaked beneath his collar. He'd caught Easter Parade on television years ago. Studied Astaire's steps, how he'd slipped a diamond ring on the leading lady's finger. What would Y/N look like, Arthur wondered, in a lace bonnet, its ribbons tied under her chin? A hat he could loosen while they kissed, hold as a shield against prying eyes?

A couple of swells like them would make a beautiful pair, better than any Vanderbilt or Wayne.

When his thumb traced her jaw, her full lips parted, as if about to ask for a dance. Dark brows raised, her pupils dilated, full of unquenchable life. The affection in them, the openness. The caring curiosity and eager readiness to accept all of him made him tremble. Her love felt like rain on his skin, and for once he understood why someone might sing in it.

He leaned closer, until her breath brushed his lips. "Kiss me."

Her arms wound about him in an instant, a sudden, welcome pressure on his ribs. He cupped her face. Guiding, following, bracing. Their mouths a messy collision of desire and devotion and dreams. Her frame vibrated against his, the pulse under his fingertips beating to the rhythm of his heart.

At last, a wave of giggles broke them apart. Arthur pushed himself to stretch beyond his shy nature towards the forward, confident instinct he was learning to polish. His eyes flitted between hers, a demure smile adorning his cheeks. "I'd like to make love, if you wouldn't mind."

The blush he caused so easily crept across her face anew. "Last one home is on top," she said, and pressed the tip of her nose to his. "Give me a head start."

With that, Y/N held her purse horizontally above her head and sprinted into the deluge.

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chaoticsomeone · 10 months

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Blood and Hearts

Redhood x Heartrender!Reader(GN)

Redhood is being tortured. It was like all before. Joker. He seems powerless. Unable to fight due to his PTSD. You, his S/O saved him and earned yourself a spot in the Batfamily.

First time writing a fic so feedback will be appreciated

Heartrenders have the ability to manipulate the body. They can snatch the air from your lungs, slow your pulse until you fall into a coma, or even literally crush your heart—all if they can see their enemies

You sensed something was wrong. Jason hasn't returned. It was 2 am. Jason promised to be back by now. You rushed to call Babs.

Babs had told you that she has lost contact with Jason a few minutes before you called. And the last minute of the call she could hear the Joker. Batman and the others have tried to locate him but is unsuccesful. You loved Jay very much. You've been together for 3 years. He always is a man of his word. Even though you two were close, he never knew of your Grisha powers, Heartrending.

You put on your red kefta-like suit you kept hidden for so long. "It still fits like a glove" you muttered to yourself. Before going to find him. You held your shimmering scale necklace, an amplifier and a gift from Sankta Alina. Your mother and a Saint.

You were trained by some great grisha in your dimension. Notably the King and enrolled in a school for high-ranking Grisha. So you have learned to be agile yet perfectly accurate in all your movements.

Jumping roof to roof trying to find Jay yourself. After 15 minutes you gave up and called Dick. "Hey Dick, I know Jay is in trouble. Please let me help. I can be a good asset. Just meet me somewhere please." You said, you sounded determined yet worried. "Uh Y/N its dangerous, we're facing the Joker again. But the old bat agreed you can meet us atop the second tallest building in Gotham.

Once you arrived, you saw all the bats prepared. Robin's stern face, Nightwing's worried look and the girls talking with each other. Without Red, your Jay you felt weird again. You shaked that feelingwi off and sensed how worried Bruce was. Dick brought you to the bats and you were questioned about what you were wearing. "Did you become a vigilante too or something?" Dick asked, his grin is unmistakeable. You just smiled and said "You'll see, I have something that will assist us" You two decided to talk with the others for leads. After around 20 minutes you all decided you'd be going in partners checking 4 spots they had narrowed down. Bruce was reluctant to let you go but since Dick will be protecting you he finally allowed you to come along. Dick and you, Cass and Steph, Damian and Bruce, lastly Duke and Tim went your own ways soon after.

As Dick swung across buildings you leapt great distances. All the vehicles were used so you two were resorted to this. Along the way he asked you about what you meant with the suit and all. You finally opened up to being a Grisha Heartrender and Tailor and being from another universe entirely. You told him what you could do. After some more tlaking you finally arrived at the abandoned zoo. The smell of carcasses flooded your nose. With a swish of a hand you got rid of your ability to smell, offering to do the same for Nightwing.

Once you two were ready you walked around. After a few minuted passed you heard Jason's heavy panting and Joker's maniacal laugh. Nightwing will be flanking them behind them while you walking to them directly from a point where they both can see you clearly.

Raising your hands while muttering "saints, mom, help me" you moved your hands intricately yet quickly to give Joker a heart attack. While Joker was struggling you brought Redhood back to the present. You walked and talked to him while Nightwing holds the Joker's struggling body. You empowered Red and Nightwings body is a quick swish of your hands. Red got back to normal the moment Joker survived the heart attack. He wanted to ask you why you're there and all but you gave him a sharp look that said stay focused ask later. Red and Nightwing took turns attacking him. You threw them a nearby rope. You slowed the Joker's heartbeat putting him into a coma. Making it easier for Jay to carry him through the Night. But Joker was not an ordinary mortal. He some how managed to wake. Punching Red in the face. At this point you were angry. Your hands moved faster than ever gracefully dancing. You decided to use a harsher method of giving him a heartattack while squeezing his lungs. After Red and Nightwing got him tied up you put him into a deep coma with Redhood's punch and your powers.

Silence was all you all could hear. The other's landing breaked the silence. Batman hugged Redhood tightly. Red said "Wow Old man you actually missed me" as he took a step back. The bats looked at you and smiled or thanked you one way or another. They asked you to join them in certain missions. Jay especially was smiling, as he walked to you then lifted you up as he kissed you. You were relieved he's alive. But tomorrow you're sure you'd be given a lot of questions to answer to.

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kirby X afab!Reader X Various

Synopsis: Being an attendant to the Smash residence comes with many ups and downs. However, MC would never trade the memorable times she bonded with its lovable residents.

Word Count: 5,513

The loud round of applause echoed as a deep male voice spoke. A certain girl hummed, dusting off her clothes as she stood up from her comfy seat. Her eyes glossed over the wall clock in the common room, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Ah, it's already time."

This announcement was like her routine; whenever the match ended, she would head over to the exit of the stage, awaiting the fighters who just finished. However, she doesn't just do this for everyone, after all, she also has responsibilities to do in the household. The only time that she would go out of her way to finish her tasks early and receive the fighters after their match is when he is included...

"Too bad that I wasn't able to watch the match. But at least I could still greet and accompany them."

The woman elicited a small giggle, making her way toward the arena entryway where they would come out. The soft clank of her low-heeled flats brought about a warm ambiance noise in the halls, and as she was nearing the mahogany double door, it creaked open.

Her (e/c) eyes widened in anticipation, her legs speeding up to greet the gang. "Hey, everyone!"

At her call, the four fighters whipped their attention toward her. Although surprised, they were still expecting her to come, and it made them really happy that a smile bloomed on their faces. But for a certain fluffball, he instead immediately ran towards her and jumped into her arms as soon as he got there.

"Whoah, there, Kācchan!" (Y/n) chuckled as she caught the 3-foot pink ball in her arms.

"Poyo!" chirped Kirby as he blinked cutely and smiled at her. This earned a squeal from the girl as she lightly squeezed his large body.

"I see that you're still favoring Kirby," Zelda commented as she walked over to the two. Her blue eyes scanned the pink fluff ball getting comfy in (Y/n)'s arms before focusing her attention on the woman. "I'm kinda envious."

"You never do this to just anyone, after all," Shulk added, a frown sporting his lips. "It kinda sucks that the lil' guy is always on your mind."

An apologetic smile emerged on her lips as she adjusted Kirby in her hold. In a moment, her hand glossed over the fighter's body as an iridescent light glowed from her palm. Within seconds, Kirby's body shrunk to its original size. The other fighters were in awe at her display of ability.

"I'm sorry, you guys. I didn't mean to ignore you," (Y/n) started, tucking the now small Kirby in her arms as the fluff ball enjoyed being in her hold. She gave them a sweet smile, the corner of her eyes crinkling. "Anyway, great job on your match. Although I wasn't able to watch the fight, I hope you guys enjoyed yourselves."

"Aw~ Thanks, (Y/n). Hopefully, you'll be able to watch our matches more frequently," Zelda simpered, a small blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Hopefully," she nodded.

"Well, I'm hungry," the blonde boy said. "I'll be going on now. See you later, (Y/n)!"

"See you, Shulk," she waved him goodbye.

"See you around as well," Zelda winked at the girl as she followed after Shulk.

"Bye~"

Her gaze lingers on for a while, watching as the two fighters rounded the corner. After they were out of the hallway, she turned her attention to the quiet fighter who had been with them since earlier. Joker stared at her, a smirk plastered on his face though he didn't speak even a word.

"So, what are your plans after this, Ren?"

The ravenette shrugged, though the playful smile didn't leave his face. "Hm. Maybe I could follow you around? I haven't been spending time with you ever since I came here, after all."

"Sly flirting isn't getting you anywhere with me, Ren," she playfully rolled her eyes. Turning on her heels, she walked a few steps before tilting her head back to look at him. The corner of her lips tugged upwards as her eyes twinkled. "But either way, you're always welcome to accompany me."

"I'll take up your offer then," Joker chuckled to himself, trailing behind the (h/c)-tressed woman with Kirby in her arms.

As they walked together down the corridor, (Y/n) and Joker engaged in easy conversation, sharing stories and laughter. The presence of the small pink puffball, Kirby, added a sense of light-heartedness to their interactions. Joker was known for his enigmatic persona, but around (Y/n), he seemed more relaxed, revealing glimpses of his true self.

They strolled through the halls of the mansion, exchanging anecdotes about their experiences and getting to know each other better. The atmosphere was comfortable and easy as if they had been friends for a long time. Kirby occasionally chimed in with his adorable noises, as if he were part of the conversation.

As they turned a corner, they found themselves in a quieter section of the building, settling beside the wall. The large row of windows offered a view of the setting sun casting a warm golden hue over the landscape. (Y/n) leaned against the windowsill, gazing outside, lost in thought.

Joker observed her quietly for a moment before speaking, his voice soft. "You seem lost in your own world."

(Y/n) turned her attention back to him, a wistful smile on her lips. "Just reminiscing, I suppose. Sometimes I find solace in the simple moments, like watching the sunset after an eventful day."

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I can relate. Life can be so chaotic, especially with what we do. It's important to find those moments of tranquility."

"Poyo!" Kirby let out a contented squeak, snuggling closer to (Y/n) as if agreeing with their sentiment. The three of them shared a silent connection, appreciating the peaceful interlude.

"Hey, Ren," (Y/n) began, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "Behind that charismatic mask of yours, what's the real you like?"

Joker's smirk softened into a thoughtful expression. He leaned against the windowsill beside her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "The real me... I suppose I'm someone who's learned to adapt and improvise. Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges, and I've become quite skilled at navigating through them."

"Sounds like you've had an interesting journey," she remarked, intrigued.

He chuckled. "That's one way to put it. And what about you, (Y/n)? What's the story behind the person I see before me?"

(Y/n) glanced at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of warmth and vulnerability. "I'm someone who believes in the power of connections. Whether it's with people or the world around me, I find beauty in those moments that bring us closer together."

Joker studied her, his gaze intensifying. "You have a way of making people feel seen and valued."

A faint blush graced her cheeks, but she met his gaze with a steady look. "I think we all have that power within us. It's just a matter of recognizing it."

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the hall. Joker and (Y/n) continued to share their thoughts and dreams, their words flowing effortlessly. The bond between them deepened, forged through genuine conversation and mutual understanding.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, (Y/n) turned to Joker with a grin. "Well, Ren, I should probably head back soon. But I'm glad we had this time to talk."

He nodded, a rare softness in his eyes. "Likewise. Let's do this again sometime."

With a final exchange of smiles, they parted ways for the moment, Kirby still nestled comfortably in (Y/n)'s arms. The echoes of their laughter lingered in the hallway, a testament to the unexpected connections that could blossom in the moment.

In the cozy kitchen of the Smash Mansion, (Y/n) was busy gathering ingredients, and preparing to make a special dessert. Since today is one of the rare days she could relax and treat a certain pink fluffball to her homemade dessert, the (h/c)-tressed woman decided to do just that.

"He's cute even if he's this quiet."

A smile appeared on her lips, gazing fondly at the 3-inch Kirby waddling around the kitchen counter. His blue orbs blinked a couple of times before he flopped down and rocked on his back. Usually, when he's in the kitchen, Kirby would be running around trying to eat anything he sets his eyes on, edible or not.

But (Y/n) wasn't complaining to see how well-behaved the fluffball is right now. Focusing back on her task, the woman started pouring ingredients into a bowl, making the batter first.

She had planned to make strawberry shortcake — one of her signature desserts that Kirby likes a lot. Then, she might make a couple of other cakes and pastries to treat the residents of Smash Mansion.

(Y/n) hummed to herself, an upbeat and gentle tune resonating around the spacious kitchen, bringing a bit of life into her baking session. As the kitchen counter was filled with various raw ingredients waiting to be assembled and baked, a certain pink puffball couldn't help but be entranced by the available food in front of him.

Still in his 3-inch form, Kirby sneaked around the counter, away from (Y/n)'s gaze. His determined oceanic hues were fixated on the bowl of batter in front of him. With a quiet hop, he hung from the edge of the bowl. Immediately, his eyes sparkled at the delicious batter inside.

"Uh-uh—Kācchan," the small fluffball flinched in surprise at her sudden voice, almost falling into the bowl of batter if it wasn't for her fast reaction to catch him by his feet. Now that he was hanging upside down, (Y/n) lifted him up at face level, frowning at him. "No, Kācchan, you can't eat it yet. It's not ready."

"Poyo..." Kirby's face deflated, pouting.

The woman gently set Kirby down on the counter once more, gently rubbing his head in a comforting manner. Although upset that he couldn't just eat anything while she was still working on the dessert, the puffball was more than happy to receive such gestures from his favorite person in the whole world.

"Osha, suki!" he chirped, literal sparkles in his blue orbs.

(Y/n) chuckled at his cuteness and blushed at his honest words. "Thank you, Kācchan. I like you too. Now, wait patiently until I finish your cake, alright?"

Kirby nodded. Smiling at him one last time, the (h/c)-haired woman hurriedly finished her work. He sat there, watching (Y/n) work diligently, his eyes following every move. Although he promised not to eat raw ingredients, he couldn't stop his stomach from growling in anticipation or his mouth watering from the temptations surrounding him.

And that's why (Y/n) had to search for the 3-inch Kirby on the kitchen counter every minute just to make sure that he was not inside a bowl or box of flour for the umpteenth time.

"What am I going to do with you?"

She sighed, setting the flour-covered pink puffball down once more. Once on the marble, Kirby let out an achoo, effectively removing the powder of white from his body, revealing his natural color once more.

"I promise it won't take too long," she said, hoping to pacify the sulking fluffball.

As (Y/n) continued to work her magic in the kitchen, the sweet aroma of baking filled the air, making Kirby's eyes sparkle with anticipation. He couldn't resist the scent, and soon he was perched on the woman's shoulder, his round body quivering with excitement.

"Almost ready, Kācchan," (Y/n) cooed, her hands deftly assembling the layers of the strawberry shortcake. The vibrant red strawberries glistened with a glossy glaze, and the fluffy whipped cream promised a delightful contrast.

A short while later, the strawberry shortcake was finally complete, and (Y/n) carefully sliced a piece for Kirby, placing it on a small plate.

"Poyo!" chirped Kirby, his gaze fixed on the dessert in front of him.

(Y/n]) glanced at Kirby on her shoulder, smiling. "Kācchan, do you want to eat it in your current form or do you want me to make you big?"

Kirby thought for a moment, his tiny pink hand on his round chin. After a minute, he shook his head. "Ie!"

"Alright, Kācchan, dig in."

Kirby wasted no time. With a determined "Poyo!" he leaped forward and dove face-first into the cake, devouring a generous mouthful of strawberries and cream. The (h/c)-tressed woman watched him with a warm smile, enjoying the sight of Kirby's joy.

"Maybe I'll go and make some pies while he's eating..."

Whilst the pink fluffball was busying himself devouring the shortcake made for him. (Y/n) proceeded to prepare more delicious treats for the residents of the Smash Mansion. As Kirby continued to enjoy his strawberry shortcake, (Y/n) worked with a sense of purpose, her hands moving skillfully to create a variety of desserts.

She carefully rolled out pie dough, filled it with sweet fruit fillings, and expertly crimped the edges. The sound of her humming filled the room, harmonizing with the quiet munching sounds coming from Kirby. Soon, the aroma of freshly baked pies and pastries wafted through the air, making the kitchen a haven of delectable scents.

It didn't take long for one of Smash's residents to be drawn by the delicious aroma of (Y/n)'s cooking. A certain blonde Hylian walked in the direction of the kitchen, away from his initial path when he smelled delicious food. Curiously popping his head in, he saw the plethora of pastries on the counter with a (h/c)-haired woman working on it.

"Hm?" pausing her work, (Y/n) whipped her head at the door and saw Link staring at the mountain of desserts on display. She chuckled, pausing her work. "Oh, hello, Link."

Snapping out of his daze at her voice, the blonde hero met her welcoming gaze. The corner of her eyes crinkled, (e/c) hues shining brightly amidst the plain kitchen background. Soon, the man found himself smiling, grunting, and nodding in her direction as a greeting.

"I'm pretty sure Link's also starving."

Chuckling to herself, she ushered the man inside. "Link, can you help me make more desserts for the rest of the fighters? Having more hands on deck would be delightful. Don't worry, you can also try out the treats we made after we finish."

She didn't have to convince Link any further as the thought of food after this was enough to get him to agree. So, with a happy nod, the blonde sauntered over to the woman and awaited her instructions.

As (Y/n) and Link worked side by side in the kitchen, they formed a surprisingly efficient team. (Y/n) demonstrated her baking prowess, guiding Link through the process of making various pastries and desserts. His initial clumsiness gradually gave way to confidence as he followed her instructions, and he even managed to impress her with his quick learning.

Meanwhile, Kirby had finished his strawberry shortcake and was now perched on the kitchen counter, observing the two of them with curiosity. His round eyes moved from (Y/n) to Link and back as if silently approving of their collaboration.

"Phew! There! I think these are enough for everyone," the woman wiped the sweat off her face, proudly looking at the desserts she and Link managed to make in a short span of time.

She glanced at the blonde man beside her, and although he was silently staring at the number of desserts on the kitchen counter, the way he occasionally licked his lips, gulped down his saliva, or tapped his foot indicated that he was trying hard to contain his urge.

(Y/n)'s eyes softened. "You can go ahead and pick any desserts you want to eat, Link."

The man turned to her, eagerness reflected in his cerulean orbs. "...Is it fine?"

"Wow... Since Link rarely speaks, I forgot what his voice sounded like."

Giggling to rid herself of the blush that bloomed on her face, she simpered at the Hylian. "Of course, we made these together. Eating your creation is a delightful reward for a job well done."

Adhering to her words, Link grunted with a nod. Without hesitations, he picked up a clean plate and a pastry knife, cutting pieces of his favorites and putting them on his plate. Then he sat down comfortably on a counter stool, happily munching on the delectable treat they made.

(Y/n) glanced a final time at Link, before focusing on her task — cleaning the kitchen counter, placing the dirty utensils in the sink, and putting away the ingredients they used. After all of those were done, she scanned the area for a certain fluffball.

"Ufufu~ There you are~"

Gently scooping up the 3-inch Kirby in between the plates of pies, she smiled at his sleeping form. Kirby had apparently eaten his fill and was now in a food-induced slumber, his round body rising and falling with each tiny breath. (Y/n) couldn't help but find him utterly adorable in this peaceful state. She carefully cradled the sleeping puffball in her arms, making sure not to wake him as she moved around the kitchen.

"How's it, Link?" she asked, sliding onto the stool beside the blonde Hylian.

"Mhm," he hummed, mouth still full of food. Then, he glanced at the girl beside him, cerulean eyes sparkling and pink dusted his cheeks. "Delicious..."

"You're a messy eater, Link," she chuckled, reaching over to gently clean his face with a napkin.

Link smiled back, blushing a bit at her gesture. "Well, it's worth it for such a tasty cake."

(Y/n) continued to watch Link eat, her heart warm with the joy of making her friends happy. It was moments like these that made the Smash Mansion feel like a true home for everyone, big and small.

The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden hue over the sprawling mansion's garden, as (Y/n) meticulously arranged the tea set on a small table beneath the blooming sakura tree. She glanced at her beloved Kirby, who was comfortably nestled in her arms, his round pink form a stark contrast to the delicate pink blossoms above.

Moments later, she heard footsteps approaching, and a gentle smile graced her lips as Byleth appeared, dressed in his familiar professor's attire.

"Ah, he's finally here."

(Y/n) gestured towards the empty chair across from her. "Byleth, please, have a seat. It's a lovely day for tea in the garden."

Byleth nodded and sat down, his emerald eyes taking in the serene surroundings. "Thank you for inviting me, (Y/n). The garden is beautiful."

The (h/c)-haired woman poured fragrant tea from a delicate porcelain teapot into two cups. "I thought it would be nice to spend some time together and share stories since you're new here. You've seen and experienced so much as a professor and warrior."

Byleth accepted the cup of tea with a grateful nod, his gaze momentarily drifting to Kirby, who was eyeing the tea with curiosity. "Indeed, life at the Officer's Academy was filled with both challenges and joys. It's been quite an adventure."

She gently stroked Kirby's soft, pink head. "And what about you, Byleth? How did you come to be the professor of such an esteemed academy?"

Byleth took a sip of tea, the warm liquid soothing his throat. "It all began when I was entrusted with the responsibility of leading the students of the Black Eagles house. It was a unique opportunity, and I wanted to help guide and protect them."

The woman's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I've heard tales of your incredible combat skills as well. Is it true that you possess the power of the Crests?"

Byleth nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yes, I bear the Crest of Flames. It grants me exceptional combat abilities, but it also carries a heavy burden. I've had to confront many challenges, both on and off the battlefield."

Kirby made a small noise, drawing their attention. Byleth chuckled softly and reached out to gently pat the little puffball's head. "And who's this adorable companion of yours?"

"I see that he hadn't encountered Kirby during his stay, huh?"

She smiled affectionately. "This is Kirby, my faithful friend and confidant. He's always by my side, bringing a touch of whimsy to my life as an attendant for everyone."

"I see."

As they continued to sip tea and share stories, the two friends found common ground in their experiences. (Y/n) was enthralled by Byleth's tales of battles fought, students mentored, and the bonds forged at the Officer's Academy. Byleth, in turn, was captivated by the woman's adventures managing the Smash Mansion prior to his arrival.

Under the sakura tree's gentle shade, amidst the delicate petals falling like confetti, their tea time in the garden became a cherished memory—a moment of tranquility and connection between two souls from different worlds, brought together by friendship and shared experiences.

As the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the garden, (Y/n) and Byleth finally concluded their tea time. They exchanged grateful smiles, both appreciating the opportunity to connect with someone who understood the unique challenges they faced in their respective roles.

"I must say, (Y/n), this has been a delightful and peaceful interlude," Byleth remarked, his usually stoic expression softening. "I'm grateful for your hospitality."

(Y/n) nodded, her (e/c) eyes sparkling with warmth. "Likewise, Byleth. It's been wonderful getting to know you better. You have a depth of character that's truly admirable."

Kirby, who had been contentedly watching the exchange, let out a cheerful "Poyo!" as if to express his agreement.

Byleth chuckled, a rare sound that warmed (Y/n)'s heart. "Thank you, both of you. I look forward to more moments like these."

As they rose from their seats, (Y/n) gently cradled Kirby in her arms. The sakura petals continued to fall around them, creating a picturesque scene that felt almost magical.

"Feel free to join us for tea in the garden anytime, Byleth," she offered, her smile genuine.

Byleth nodded, his gratitude evident. "I'll be sure to take you up on that offer. Until then, may our paths cross again soon."

With those parting words, Byleth made his way back towards the mansion, leaving (Y/n) and Kirby to bask in the tranquil beauty of the garden. They watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a serene twilight over the world.

"I wonder if the others can take care of themselves without me... I'll go in after a few more minutes."

As the first stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The Smash Mansion was filled with unique individuals from different worlds, each with their own stories and challenges. And it was in moments like these, where connections were forged and bonds deepened, that made the mansion truly felt like a home for everyone who resided within its walls.

With Kirby snuggled in her arms, (Y/n) leaned back against the Sakura tree, gazing up at the stars. She knew that more adventures, challenges, and heartwarming moments awaited her in the days to come. But for now, she cherished the peace and friendship that surrounded her, grateful for the extraordinary life she led in this world.

The night was clear and calm as (Y/n) and Cloud made their way to the roof of the Smash Mansion. Kirby, as always, was perched on her shoulder, his round form a comforting presence. The stars above twinkled brightly, painting a canvas of sparkling wonders.

"Isn't it beautiful up here?" (Y/n) whispered, her (e/c) eyes reflecting the celestial beauty above.

Cloud nodded, his usually stoic expression softened by the starlight. "Yeah, it's a rare moment of tranquility. I've spent a lot of my life under these same stars, on countless different worlds."

(Y/n) settled down on a comfortable spot, sitting cross-legged with Kirby nestled in her lap. "Tell me about it, Cloud. I'd love to hear your stories."

Cloud hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the stars. "Well, I've traveled across different dimensions, battled powerful foes, and faced my own demons. But there's something about looking up at the night sky that makes it all feel...smaller, somehow. It reminds me that there's a vast universe out there, and we're just a small part of it."

(Y/n) listened intently, captivated by his words. "It's amazing how the stars can make us feel both insignificant and connected at the same time."

Cloud nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Exactly. No matter where we come from, we all share the same sky."

As they continued to gaze at the stars, (Y/n) couldn't help but point out constellations from this world. "Look, there's Orion, the Hunter," she said, tracing the outline with her finger. "And there's the Big Dipper."

Cloud followed her lead, his gaze tracing the constellations. "I never thought I'd see these constellations in person. It's...different."

"Hai~" Kirby, perched on (Y/n)'s lap, let out a happy squeak, as if he, too, appreciated the beauty of the night sky.

Cloud chuckled at Kirby's enthusiasm. "Looks like Kirby agrees."

(Y/n) smiled, her heart warmed by the simple joy of stargazing with her friends. "You know, Cloud, even in the vastness of the universe, we've found a connection here, under these stars."

Cloud turned to her, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Yeah, we have."

With Kirby by their side, (Y/n) and Cloud continued to share stories, pointing out constellations and marveling at the wonders of the night sky. As the hours passed, the bond between them deepened, forged under the celestial canopy that stretched above them.

Under the stars, they found a sense of unity and peace, a reminder that even in a world of warriors and challenges, there were moments of serenity and connection that made it all worthwhile.

"I hope they would enjoy this..."

The sun was shining brightly in the mansion's courtyard as (Y/n) meticulously set up a charming picnic spread. A checkered blanket was spread out on the lush green grass, and a basket filled with delicious treats sat at its center. (Y/n) had prepared a delightful array of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and an assortment of pastries. It was the perfect setting for a relaxing picnic with her friends.

As she put the finishing touches on the picnic table, she couldn't help but smile, excited to surprise Pit and Kirby with this little treat. The courtyard was a peaceful haven, and she knew it would be the ideal place for some quality time together.

Just as she placed a vase of wildflowers in the center of the table, she heard the familiar sound of flapping wings approaching. Pit descended gracefully, his angelic wings folding behind him as he touched down on the grass.

"Hey, (Y/n)! What's all this?" Pit exclaimed, his azure eyes wide with curiosity.

(Y/n) turned to face him, her smile growing even brighter. "Surprise, Pit! I thought it would be nice to have a picnic together. I've prepared some of your favorite snacks."

Pit's face lit up with excitement, and he eagerly approached the picnic table, inspecting the spread. "Wow, this looks amazing! I can't wait to dig in."

Before he could take a seat, (Y/n) gently held out her hand, stopping him. "Not just yet, Pit. There's one more guest I'm waiting for."

Just then, a playful chirp filled the air, and Kirby floated down from the sky, landing with a soft bounce. He fluttered over to (Y/n), his eyes fixated on the food with a mischievous glint.

"Poyo!" Kirby exclaimed, clearly eager to start eating.

(Y/n) chuckled, patting Kirby's pink head gently. "Hold on, Kirby. Let's wait for Pit, alright?"

"Hai~" Kirby nodded, though his eyes never left the food.

As they waited for Pit to join them, (Y/n) decided to start the conversation. "So, how was your match earlier, Pit?"

Pit's face lit up as he settled onto the blanket. "Oh, it was great! Kirby and I had an intense battle, and there were so many funny moments."

"Poyo!" Kirby chirped as if confirming Pit's statement.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Funny moments? Tell me more."

Pit launched into a series of animated stories about the match, detailing the comical mishaps and unexpected twists that occurred. Kirby, perched on the edge of the picnic table, seemed to react to the stories, chirping in agreement or disagreement at various points.

The tales ranged from Kirby using his copy abilities in unexpected ways to Pit accidentally tripping over his own sandals. (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh along with them, finding joy in their camaraderie.

"And then," Pit continued with a grin. "Kirby and I pulled off this amazing combo move that had everyone cheering!"

"Poyo!" Kirby chirped excitedly, clearly proud of their teamwork.

(Y/n) couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "That sounds incredible! Teamwork really makes a difference in these matches."

As they chatted and shared stories, (Y/n) kept a watchful eye on Kirby, who was now eyeing the sandwiches with an almost predatory gleam.

She chuckled and gently tapped Kirby's round body. "Easy there, Kācchan. We'll eat soon."

Kirby let out an adorable pout but nodded in agreement.

Finally, with the sun warming their faces and laughter filling the air, (Y/n), Pit, and Kirby dug into the delicious picnic spread. The sandwiches were a hit, and the fresh fruit added a refreshing touch to the meal. Kirby, in particular, seemed to enjoy everything, his eyes sparkling with delight as he sampled each dish.

As they savored the food and each other's company, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments of friendship and connection. The courtyard was bathed in golden sunlight, and the laughter of friends echoed under the open sky.

It was a perfect day for a picnic, a reminder that even in a world filled with battles and challenges, there were simple joys to be found in the company of loved ones.

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bqu1nns · 3 months

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intermittently - brian q.

my first fan fic ever!! [clap] [clap] in this fanfic, brian is a minor, 16-17 years old???? and the reader is a minor as well so no freaky stuff!!! leave comments on how i can improve PLEASEEE i love ya bye bye !

word count : 713

january 29th 1992

“i think i love you”, brian says to you, as the confession echoes through the late winter air. his words are pouring out more than he would have hoped. his gaze remained focused on your eyes only, observing your reaction with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty.

he is certainly not the type of highschool teenager to get all shy and nervous around other people but whenever he was around you, brian's demeanor shifted in your presence. he became a gentle and caring soul, a stark contrast to his usual self. from the first day you stepped into high school, he took it upon himself to ensure your well-being, guiding you through the hallways and making sure you found your classes.

the place of confession, in all honesty, isn't ideal. but, it does hold sentimental value – just right outside the back doors of your highschool that had witnessed countless moments between the two of you. from accidental hand touches in the cafeteria line, exchanging silly faces in the hallway and sharing lunches by the football field, this place held a trove of shared memories.

you always thought to yourself that it was impossible to ever get bored of him. brian had a knack of turning uncomfortable moments into wholesome jokes, gently caressing your shoulder in hopes of making you feel better. everytime he leaves those innocent touches against your skin, you can't help but blush, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.

with the help of the cold january breeze nipping against your neck, you snap back to reality. the very boy that you've liked for a year just said the words that you've spent nights fantasizing and giggling against your pillow about. the soft wind tousled his soft brown hair, revealing his furrowed eyebrows, still awaiting for an answer while you were daydreaming.

a subtle tension lingers in the air between the two of you, like a red string tied to the both of you. brian senses that you felt contemplated in the moment, took a step back, and let you figure out what you were going to say next. he places his hands over his face in complete embarrassment, letting out a nervous laugh and says, “look, i didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything. i just wanted to let you know how i feel for you since i've been sensing some things have changed between the two of us.”

god! hes sickeningly sweet.

“i.. i never would have expected this,” you say, trying to control your heart from jumping out of your chest. you finally look up to brian to see how beautiful he looks. the winter sun had casted a soft glow on his face, accentuating the sincerity of his brown eyes.

i wanna kiss him. badly.

brian, who can't stop smiling, stood in front of you, softly brushing the hair from your face with his fingers. his hands then moved down to your jacket, anxiously playing with the zipper. the awkward silence was filled with unspoken emotions.

“you know, brian,” you begin softly, “this might sound crazy but, i've been trying to muster those words for the longest time myself.” his lips part gently, waiting to hear what you’ll say next.

“i love you,” you confessed. his eyes, wide with surprise and joy, met yours, and the entire atmosphere shifted. brian’s mittens, warm against your gentle skin, cupped your cheek. “i've been waiting to hear those words for so long,” brian whispered against your forehead, pressing a kiss against it.

a moment of hesitation flows through the both of you as your bodies are close against one another. everything is silent except for the sound of the two sounds of breathing and giggles leaving the both of you. he leans in closer to your face, merely inches away. without any needed words, both of your lips met in a kiss.

you finally feel the lips you've been wanting to kiss ever since the day he lended you his coat when you were feeling a “bit cold”. since the day he held you gently in his arms as you cried in his arms. since the day he “accidentally” kissed your cheek when you accomplished something that you've been wanting.

since forever.

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jokeringcutio · 1 year

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"Drabble: The Magician" - Reader x ArthurFleck (established/Joker) & Unrequited Reader x TheGrabber

Crossover time: Fandoms: Joker 2019 + Black Phone 2022

Rating: PG13? Warnings: None really, possessive Arthur, Hints at Arthur already being Joker. Jealousy. For : @lussiane333, Hopefully the first of many crossover drabbles. ~~ Masterlist - Request Box - Support me on Ko-Fi ~~ "Drabble: The Magician" It wasn’t crowded, but most of the audience consisted of children. Most, not all. Beside you, Arthur sat, hand twitching nervously. The magician in front of the audience magicked balloons from out of his hat and tore up a newspaper to make it whole again. You were impressed, even if you’d seen most of his tricks before. But this man was good.

You let your eyes drift to Arthur whose jaw was clenched. He wasn’t as pleased. The white-painted face might have something to do with it, a poor imitation of his own makeup mask. Not quite a clown. But there was more to it, you thought. Perhaps he missed performing? After all, he used to be the one to make the children smile.

Your eyes drifted back to the magician. His fingers were nimble, his draws quick. You felt his eyes upon you a few times, and encouragingly smiled at him whenever he looked your way. Blue-grey eyes, bright and light unlike any you’d ever seen. They bore into you and left their mark. You glanced at your side again, but Arthur’s vivid green eyes were upon the man in front of you, observing his every move.

The man asked a child from the front row to assist him with his next trick. She loved it, and so did the crowd. He was quite good with kids, you thought, charming even. His voice was light and high, not his natural, you thought. The man asked a boy up next, and you loved how he engaged the entire audience, making them go ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ and giving a round of applause that made the children he chose as his assistants feel special and proud.

If this had been all, you’d have thought the man to be a pleasant and well-skilled performer. But then something happened that changed it all.

“For my next trick I will need a volunteer,” his eyes roamed the small crowd, then came to rest on you. “How about you, little lady,” he said in his jolly voice. But something about his gaze wasn’t as playful. It was predator-like. “Would you like to help me out?”

You hesitated, feeling how Arthur by your side tensed when the magician chose you. But everyone was looking at you with such great expectations. Refusing would not do, would it? It would only draw more attention to the two of you and you could not risk that. You didn’t want people to notice Arthur and risk it all.

You took a moment too long to decide, and the magician made it even harder for you. “Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for my lovely assistant,” here he paused to look at you again and gestured for you to come hither.

Frozen and uncertain of what to do, you felt Arthur’s elbow in your back, encouraging you to step forth. Hesitatingly, you stood up and approached the magician.

His grin grew when you stepped closer, then he took off his hat and bowed. You noticed how his long hair was greying at the roots. It resembled Arthur’s hair, though less curly and more wispy. Then the hat was on again and the man straightened his spine. “What is your name, love?”

You whispered your name, which he repeated loud enough for everyone in the back to hear. Another arm stretched out, palm upward, and another plea for applause, after which the magician performed his trick with a coloring book – of all things. He guided your hand with the paintbrush in it, saying a magic word as he tried to fill the black-and-white page with color. It didn’t work the first time. But when his hot hand encircled yours, and his warm palm pressed tight against your skin and guided your hand and the brush in it, the book was suddenly filled with colors.

When you glanced at Arthur you saw the shadow over his features. The magician’s hand was still possessively over your own. His body pressed close to yours. Like Arthur’s, you thought. He’s like him.

He bowed deep after he thanked you, a predatory grin on his lips. You recognized it. Of course, you did. And so had Arthur by the look on his face. It was like a thunderstorm had come over him. He sat with his arms folded in front of his chest when you returned to your seat next to him, lips curled downwards like a theatre mask. He was angry. Surely he understood that you had no other choice? That refusing the magician might have risked exposing Arthur, even if he was in his normal clothes.

You didn’t fail to notice how the magician’s eyes kept sliding back to you all through his performance. He was like Arthur, all right. The thought alone sent shivers down your spine. Because you knew how Arthur was. Who he was. And what he had done.

After the performance, the two of you walked home, arms linked. Arthur was still bristling. “I did not like the entertainer,” he said, voice nearly a whine but not quite. He was doing his best to sound unbothered, when clearly, he was angered beyond belief.

“The magician?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“That one.” It was as if a shadow fell over Arthur’s features. His lips pressed into a thin line in displeasure. You had hoped to see a show with him would have lightened his mood. Instead, it had done the opposite.

“You don’t like anyone,” you said, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. He took long strides as if he was eager to get away. You had to try and keep up with him, which you only managed because of your linked arms.

“Perhaps,” he agreed, “but I especially don’t like that man.”

The two of you rounded a corner and you halted, forcing Arthur to come to a stop as well. He looked down at you, clearly confused. His green eyes sought yours.

“You know what?” you said, looking up at him. A small smile slipped on your lips when you whispered. “Neither did I.”

You could see Arthur’s mind racing. Usually, you were his voice of reason, the one who berated him and told him that he was overreacting. To hear you agree with him on something like this was quite new. But you had felt it. When your eyes had locked with those blue-grey ones of the magician, you knew there was something wrong with him. “There’s something about him,” you said. “Something,” you hesitated, then finished with a whisper. “Dark.”

“Dark?” Arthur turned to face you, not noticing how the topic of your conversation was now in front of you. A big black van with Abracadabra on the side was parked next to the sidewalk. You noticed how the green and blue letters shimmered in the sunlight. Behind it stood a very familiar man, a brown paper bag in his arms. You recognized attributes from his magic act. The top hat was on his head and his face was still painted white. But his piercing eyes that had betrayed the darkness inside of him were now hidden behind glasses.

“Good afternoon to you,” he piped, sounding way too jolly. His stage voice again, you thought.

“If it isn’t my lovely assistant.” Your name rolled off his lips like dripping honey, syrupy and sweet. You felt Arthur tense next to you, his whole pose rigid. The magician seemed to nearly drop his bag. The flowers that lay on top fell out of it.

“Oh my, would you look at that!” the man exclaimed. “I am so clumsy! Pardon me.”

But you were in front of him on your knees already, picking up the fallen items and handing the flowers to the magician with a shy smile. “Here you go,” you said, not realizing what you were doing until it was too late.

The magician put his bag in the back of the van and turned to take the flowers from your hands. A smile twisted his lips when his fingers brushed past yours. “Why, thank you, dear. Flowers, for me already? We only just met…”

You froze and practically felt Arthur seething a few paces behind you. But the magician was unperturbed. He leaned forward, stepping closer to you until you felt the heat radiate off his body. A scent drifted to you, cologne and a whiff of manly testosterone.

Then he was leaning back again and the distance between the two of you increased again. He turned to place the flowers in the back of his van. “I was just kidding, sweetheart,” you heard him say. Then he turned to face you again. You wished you could see his eyes behind his glasses, to know the look that was in his gaze now. Was he jesting as he claimed? Or was there more to it like you suspected?

“You seem frightened,” he stated, voice finally losing its high and pleasant lilt. In its stead, a raspy low voice came out. Was this his true voice, you wondered? Or another character in him?

“I am sorry,” he said, looking aside, “I did not mean to scare you.” His smile had faded and you thought he might be honest now. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest. He was lucky, you thought. So very lucky that Arthur hadn’t brought a gun with him.

He hadn’t, right? Oh shit, had he brought the tiny one that he sometimes hid in his shoes?

You turned around to come face to face with Arthur. He had come closer and now stood behind you. The magician’s gaze must be resting on him too now, because Arthur was an imposing sight to see, standing tall and carrying a grimace of displeasure that could strike fear in anyone.

“I am sorry,” the magician said. You heard how his smile must have turned wry. “I was just telling your daughter how lovely an assistant she was.”

The reaction was instant. You felt how Arthur’s body tensed, then how his arm encircled your waist and he pulled you close. His grasp possessive, strong. This would leave no doubt.

You wondered if the magician’s eyes grew wider behind the glasses, because you swore you saw them raise. Then a frown slipped onto his face. “I see,” he murmured.

“I am sorry, Mister…” Arthur waited for the magician to answer, which he did.

The magician nodded curtly at Arthur while he introduced himself. “Albert,” he said, voice raspy and low still. “Albert Shaw.”

“Well, Mister Shaw, it seems that you are treading on dangerous ground.” A smile grew on Arthur’s face, one much like a shark’s. “You should be more careful with your assumptions in the future. You’ve been,” here Arthur paused to wet his lips, “awfully impolite.”

Those words invoked mental images inside your mind of Arthur at his worst, gun drawn and pointed at a helpless victim’s head, already on the floor on their back. You’d seen it before. Awfully impolite. Society. Triggers that made Arthur’s anger surface. Then Arthur broke you out of your thoughts when he turned to you and whispered near your ear, but loud enough so Albert, the magician, could hear, “It is time to go.” And then more pressing, “now.”

You nodded and placed your hand on Arthur’s forearm, a signal that you would follow him. Arthur’s gaze was a dangerous one, fully aimed at Albert as he took you away, back to the pavement. His arm was firm around you, his breathing heavy. A dangerous glint was in Arthur’s eyes and you knew, you just knew, what was going on inside that brilliantly obscure mind of his.

A plot for revenge. A plan for retribution.

Albert had touched something that was his. Something that Arthur had laid claim on. You.

And now that he had the magician’s name, there was no doubt in your mind that you would see that name appear in one of the newspapers pretty soon. Albert Shaw. Murdered. Visited by none other than the Joker.

Unless your feelings about the magician were right. Unless he was as dangerous as the Joker who had claimed you as his own. ~~ Masterlist - Request Box - Support me on Ko-Fi ~~ ~ Fin ~ AN: I am open to requests. This story was not beta-read, might do that later.

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reveriexxgirlly · 1 year

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this shit's so good, should be illegal (repost)

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader SMUT

Prompt: Hispanic/Latina reader calls Joker daddy for the first time.

Warnings: Daddy kink, cream pie, titty slapping, spitting, and kinda overstimulation

Word Count: 872

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Joker's grip on my hips was so hard I could feel the bruises forming on my skin underneath his fingertips.

I kept bouncing on his cock, arching my back with my hands behind my back, resting on his knees for support. My eyes closed, concentrating on cumming, but J knows I can't cum without clitoral stimulation. He's been actively avoiding my clit to toy with me.

Torturing me for his own entertainment.

"Fuck me."

I sighed.

"What do ya think I'm doin' doll?"

He said, smirking while focusing on where we were connected with each bounce I made.

"You know - I - I can't - please."

I begged.

I felt him slap my right breast hard, and I whined. I looked down and saw the skin on my breast turning bright pink.

"If you can't form a goddamn sentence, then shut up and moan like the dumb slut you are."

He slapped me again on the other breast.

I huffed and kept bouncing. I went back to closing my eyes and concentrating on trying to cum with just penetration. I stopped and started grinding on him to see if that’ll help. When I felt the bush of hair on his navel brush against my clit, and the feeling drove me crazy.

"FUCK, PAPI!!!"

The slightest touch to my clit almost made me cum. I was so desperate.

I was about to bounce again when J’s grip on my hips pulled me down and stilled me to sit on his cock. I opened my eyes and looked down at his face. I could see his dilated pupils, even under that stark black paint surrounding his eyes.

"What did you say?"

I started turning red when it finally hit me. I called J daddy in my native language.

I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment, but J was having none of that. He grabbed my wrists with both of his hands and brought them down next to our connected hips.

"What. Did. You. Say?"

He said through gritted teeth.

I shook my head no. I was so embarrassed, I didn’t think I could bring myself to say it again.

J was getting angry. He started gripping my wrists so hard with his claws it almost pierced my skin.

"PAPI!"

I screamed in pain.

J smirked and let go of my wrists. I was worried about his next move until he started rubbing my clit for the first time that night. I moaned so loud it echoed throughout the apartment.

I started bouncing again, faster and harder while he started thrusting up to meet my hips.

"Keep calling me that if you want to cum."

"PAPI! PAPI, YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE ME! I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH. PAPI, PLEASE, PLEASE, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM! PAPI!"

I kept pleading with him, hoping it was enough for him to stop playing his little games and let me cum.

"C’mon, c’mon, c’mon. I know you’re almost there. C’mon keep going. Papi’s gonna let you have this one."

He muttered as he kept rubbing my clit, this time harder. With that and his thrusts, it finally made me tip over the edge. My back arched as I came on top of him. I kept chanting Papi over again as I gushed all over his cock.

J kept rubbing my clit until I pushed his hand away due to the overstimulation.

After my orgasm, I collapsed on top of J’s bare chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kept thrusting up into me, trying to reach his own high.

I lifted my head from his chest, moved closer to his ear, and whispered.

"Please, Papi, come inside of me. I want to feel it drip down out of me even with your cock still inside."

He laughed in my face before he said.

"Ya have such a way with words doll."

J grunted as his grip around me started to feel like a bear hug.

I was being suffocated by his grip. After a couple more deep and harsh thrusts, J finally came inside me.

I whined in pain as I felt him fill me up with his sperm. Still feeling overstimulated from my last orgasm.

The amount of sperm J could produce was insane, it always felt like too much for one man. I could feel some spill out of pussy and onto the sheets.

His thrusts started slowing down and eventually stopped.

We were both panting, tangled with our naked bodies. J's cock was still inside me, and as much as I was in pain, I didn't want him to pull out just yet. The feeling of his cum and his cock inside me gave me a lot of comfort.

J unwrapped an arm around my waist, grabbed my jaw, and forced my head up.

"Open."

He demanded plainly.

I opened my mouth with my tongue sticking out, and he took this opportunity to spit in my mouth.

He patted my cheek with a smirk on his scarred face, and I closed my mouth and swallowed his spit.

"Now thank your Papi."

"Thank you, Papi."

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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months

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my darling ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (03/02/22)

word count ; 924

content ; praise kink, body worship, suggestive material (foreplay but no sex)

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; joker x female reader