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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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"Mirror, mirror on the wall" - Keoghan!Joker x Detective!Reader

[TW: scars, mentions of past abuse]

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

SUMMARY: A scar is not equal to another scar. Despite that, survivors are pretty much the same. Joker meets a detective who's not so easy to impress or intimidate.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.6k

A/N: got inspired by playing 'Still Life' for the hundredth time. Old game but still great and highly replayable.

Gordon wasn't one to joke around, especially when it came to the life and safety of Gotham and its citizens. Still, you couldn't believe he was absolutely serious:

"Look as much as I hate to say it if there’s someone who can get some sense out of that madman, it’s you," Gordon confessed.

He's been at this for the entire week, no matter what excuse you gave him. Normally, he would be a lot more civil and drop the subject the moment you said "no" for the first time but, unfortunately for you, he was a little too desperate. You knew he simply cared and felt like there was nothing else he could do to push the investigation forward. It was that uncharacteristic pushiness that made you question your own will - if there truly was no one else and Gordon was crumbling feeling powerless, maybe you could take a leap out of your comfort zone and into the deep, dark chasm of uncharted trauma.

"Why me, Gordon?" you asked in a weak voice. Truthfully, you weren't sure why you were even asking him that question - you knew perfectly well why.

"You've been through shit, detective. Shit I can't put into words. You got a good look into a psycho's mind and came out alive. You survived history's worst and that changes people."

Elegant euphemisms were one of the reasons Gordon was so good with people. He knew that "change" barely scratched the surface of what happened to you.

"What about your bat partner in crime?"

The officer stood with his hands on his hips. He shook his head slightly before answering you.

"Batman may be good, really damn good but he lacks your self-control. Get him in a room with that guy and he’ll scream and bang on the glass like he did with the Riddler. Maybe even worse. And that ain’t gon’ get us anything useful out of him."

Gordon was right. You knew that, although didn't want to admit it as admitting it would rid you of all of your excuses and you'd have to face and make use of something that murdered a part of you years ago. A scar had to become a medal.

"Alright," you said quietly. Gordon's shoulders momentarily slouched. "I'll try but no promises."

"Good enough for me. Thank you, detective. I know how much this costs you."

"No, you don't, Gordon."

He didn't try to argue or reason. There was no way in which he could relate to your experience - to that dark basement and rusty chains. Although it gnawed at him, that he couldn't offer genuine understanding and sympathy to someone he cared about, Gordon was secretly relieved, even happy, that he was unable to. He saw how those terrifying days changed you, made you into an entirely new person and he lived in fear of what they would have done to him.

You would live a happy life never stepping foot on Arkham Island. The barbed wire, neogothic buildings, unkept gardens - all of that painted a grim picture of an already unwelcoming place. Arkham Asylum looked like Tim Burton's theme park joke was taken too far.

"My condolences, ma'am," the guardian who was leading you said. "Over here, we do everything not to end up in the same room with that freak and you came here willingly."

"Wouldn't call that 'willingly'," you said under your breath. Had Gordon appeared any less desperate or powerless, you wouldn't have agreed.

"Warden Sharp agreed to one hour interview," the guardian continued. He stopped in front of the door to the visiting room, his hand resting on the door handle. "If you need more time, your supervisor gotta send in a query. I know you probably know all the rules but I'm still required to tell you them, so: don't touch the divider, don't provoke him, don't hand out any prohibited objects. The guards are authorized to step in and immediately end the interview should they deem the situation dangerous for either party. Good luck with whatever you have going on, detective."

The guard gave you a sympathetic look and pushed the door open. For some reason, the lighting was outstandingly dim inside the room. While the side where the prisoners sat was bright, the visitors could barely see anything on theirs. Without a hint of anxiety in your step or facial expression, you entered the visiting room.

Once he got to see your outline in the corridor lights, Joker's eyes kept following each of your movements and microexpressions. Even when the bizarre darkness made you disappear for a moment, it felt as if he was still capable of seeing not only you but through you. There was a mischievous yet amused smile on his face. His visual did not terrify you - it no longer could. One simply cannot get scared of clowns after playing statues with the Devil himself.

"I'm a detective with the Gotham Police Department," you said as you sat down and pulled out the file you brought. "We're investigating recent bombings happening throughout the city."

"Sorry, sweetheart, can't remember making anything go ka-byool lately." His handcuffs rattled as he waved his fingers to accentuate his point. Joker's hands were drenched with already dried blood. That sight hit a little too close to home for you but you took a calm, deep breath and didn't let your sudden uneasiness show.

"Maybe not you but one of your old friends possibly had."

You pulled a few papers stuck together with a paperclip out of the police file. Carefully, you slid the small dossier through the small opening in the Plexi divider. It was a very 'train station booking office' design.

At the very top of the papers was a mugshot. The picture presented a heavily tattooed man with a bizarre haircut and a harelip: Cooper, who used to be something akin to an underboss before his boss, Joker, got locked up. Curiously, Cooper seemed to literally vanish off the face of Earth as soon as that happened.

Joker barely spared a glance at the picture when he voiced an opinion with utmost certainty:

"Nah, it's not him."

He pushed the papers back towards you with disinterest. It shouldn't be surprising: he surely knew more about Cooper and his possible associates than the police did. You couldn't tell him anything new.

"What makes you say that?" you asked. Joker only laughed.

"He's an absolute, complete, useless moron. He lacks the, hmm... " he paused looking for the right word while waving his hands, "sophistication for something this big."

"And yet he was your go-to for so many years. How did that work out?"

"Darling, you know what's great about working with idiots?"

"They don't ask questions?"

"Oh, you were so close!" he exclaimed giddily. "They don't question."

Were all antisocial people so nitpicky?

Although the building was old and made of stone, the air inside was very warm. Feeling a little hot, you rolled up the sleeves of your shirt, reluctantly presenting the very thing that made you eligible for that lovely interrogation you were conducting: various burns and scars left from chains digging into your skin. At least once a day you considered getting full sleeve tattoos to cover them up but it wasn't considered exactly professional among higher ranked police force. You didn't need another stigma following you and your career.

"It's you." Joker cackled with mysterious satisfaction. Was he expecting you? Truthfully, it wouldn't be so surprising: your survival made national news and the demimonde, directly connected to your capturing, could only be equally interested. "Please, indulge me, princess peach."

"How about you tell me what you know about the bombings and I'll tell you about what gives me sleepless nights."

"Aw, you're trynna tease me, officer?" His pronunciation of the title was at least mocking. It didn't impress him one bit and neither did the badge. "I don't like teases. They ruin the fun."

"Treat it as a fair exchange. Intel," you pointed at yourself first, "for intel." You pointed at Joker to make your point.

"And what if you're boring, princess peach?" he asked with a whine in his voice. "Who will guarantee my fun time?"

"No one," you answered with a shrug. Although that wicked smile never left his face, you thought that a shadow of viciousness appeared in his eyes. Something about your aloofness was getting to him. "You either play with fire or there's no deal. Just you and your sad little life in your sad little cell. No fun for either of us."

"Risky business, princess peach," he sang to you.

You had to make him cooperate somehow or anyhow. Momentarily, you leaned closer to the Plexi divider. The tip of your nose was nearly touching it. Joker's smile only widened.

"You tell me what I want and I'll tell you everything you want to know," you said quietly. "Every darkest, most fearful memory I have. You want to hear what he did to me and how? How loud I prayed to God to finally kill me? First, you gotta tell me about Cooper and who he could be working with."

Joker was quiet but appeared very cocky in his silence. For a moment he was simply staring at you, his eyes studying your face - he was evidently waiting for something.

"I'm looking forward to our little dates, sweetheart."

It was suspicious to you that between you and Joker, he was the one imprisoned and yet he seemed to be the only one enjoying himself. He wasn't stupid - he knew you needed him more than he needed you. In fact, he probably had figured out that if Gotham's police goes to him for help, you must be in a really hopeless place. Joker was going to milk your little arrangement as much as he could - that you were already certain of.

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stellatekintsugi · 1 year

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Barry Keoghan for Arena Homme+

#barry keoghan #barry keoghan imagine #barry keoghan joker #barry keoghan smut #barry keoghan x you #barry keoghan x reader #arena homme

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imagine--if · 2 years

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I know our newest Joker isn’t the prettiest but I don’t care lol, could I request an afab x reader where Joker has a crush on the reader? You can pick the dynamic between the two

A/N: I sure as hell can 😍🃏 why the hecc I haven't written for J recently idk, but this'll hopefully make up for it 😅 Didn't really know how to turn it into a proper imagine so I've done a hc and a blurb!!

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, insanity, obsessive love 💚

• I'mma be straight with you... if the Joker likes you, you're gonna know about it.

• Because this guy makes it very obvious that you've caught his attention in a good way 💚

• He's really not shy lol, J speaks his mind and will probably say something that makes you blush or just needs processing for a second, whether or not you're a criminal at Arkham or a normal, innocent citizen of Gotham

• You could've caught his attention in many ways - kickass fighting and being your badass self, flirting with him first, or just looking up at him with big Bambi eyes, perfectly innocent and his complete opposite

• So Joker will say something to make it clear that you're interesting and hot, like, "Something about your eyes, pretty girl... think about it, huh? We'd be the best chaotic together, don't you think?"

• Basically will pester you until you give him a chance 🙃

• J's surprisingly observant, so he has his ways of making sure you're safe and not hanging out with people that he doesn't approve of (people that could potentially like you too)

• He'd feel like killing for you is a massive statement of blossoming love, and I guess it is for him and his crazy mind 🥰

• You get a lot of attention from this man, so do with that what you will hehe

• Joker stares a lot with a grin on his face and doesn't say anything until you make him, and for once it's not to crack a stupid joker or make sadistic fun of someone, cus you get a genuine compliment which is... new??

• So let him date you and be a PoWeRcOuPlEpOwErCoUpLe 😁👏🏼

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"You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?" You sigh, but can't help the smile that creeps onto your face as the madman pressed up beside you blinks up at you, feigning innocence.

"Me?" He asks, and a small laugh escapes him as he thinks about it. "Well, uh... no."

"Why me?"

"Why not?" He shoots back, reaching a scarred hand out to grasp your chin and gently turn your head to face him properly. "Just think about it, dolly. We'll have so much fun, huh? I can see you're tempted, I can see it, in those big, pretty eyes of yours."

"Fun?" You repeat, and he nods eagerly, amused as you raise your brow questioningly.

"Uhuh. Know what that'll include?"

You shake your head. "Not really."

"Then how about... I show you? Pretty please?"

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lolahaurisfw · 6 days

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Hi all! Decided to move all my sfw (non-smut) works to a separate blog so people who don't like smut can read my fluff fics. As always, minors please DNI on my other fic blog, i'll block you!

Here i'll only be taking requests for fluff, platonic, and angst! Reqs are always open like usual too.

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

What I'm Willing To Write:

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC'S, mood boards, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, Au's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve. Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee. YOU: Joe, Love, Beck, Peach. Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta. Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson. (Human Ver) Attack on Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin. BNA: Michiru, Shirou. Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans. Total Drama: All S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley. SheRa: All Adults (Except Rogelio) King Of The Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luanne, Nancy, Dale, John Redcorn, Kahn, Min. Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V, Tony. Riverdale: FP Jones, Jughead, Veronica, Hiram, Betty. Creepypasta: Ben, Jeff, Jane, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, Masky, Hoodie, Toby, X Virus, Nina, Clockwork, Splendorman, Kate. Gravity Falls: Stan, Ford, Soos, Giffany Steven Universe: Jasper, Amethyst, Blue Diamond, Peridot, Lapis, Garnet, Rose, Bismuth, Greg. Adventure Time/Fiona and Cake: Princess Bubblegum, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona. COD: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria. Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabby, Edie, Mike, Lynette. DC: Batman, Harley, Joker, Ivy, Lex Luthor (Jesse Eisenburg). Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface (general), Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Wraith, Huntress, Trapper, The Trickster, Pearl, Carrie White, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven. Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Waluigi, Bowser. Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo. Rick and Morty: Rick, Beth, Jerry. Stranger Things: Robin, Billy, Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper. Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast. Princess & The Frog: Shadow Man, Tiana, Lottie, Naveen. Ratatouille: Collette, Linguini. The Nanny: CC, Fran, Maxwell. Full House: Danny, Jesse, Joey. BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Amy, Penny. Spiderverse: Miguel, Hobie, Jessica Drew. Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite. Breaking Bad: Skylar, Jesse, Walter. National Treasure: Benjamin Gates, Riley Poole. Superstore: Jonah, Amy, Dina, Cheyenne. Spongebob: Man Ray, Dennis. Tangeled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell. Elemental: Wade, Ember. Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy. Jane the Virgin: Jane, Michael, Rogelio, Petra, Xiomara, Rose, Luisa. Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie. Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie. Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members, Poppy. WWE: Rhea Ripley, Roman Reigns. American Animals: Evan Peters (Warren), Barry Keoghan (Spencer). The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler. Little Mermaid (2023): Ariel, Eric. Bob's Burgers: Linda, Bob. Avatar: Jake, Neytiri. Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff. My Hero Academia: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa. Futurama: Leela, Amy, Fry, Bender. Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Wiploc, Zeebo, Valerie. Supernatural: Dean, Sam, Castiel. Sherlock (2010): Sherlock Holmes, John Watson. Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden. Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby. The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds. The Golden Girls: Blanche, Dorothy, Rose. Hot in Cleveland: Melanie <3, Joy, Victoria.

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch) Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River) Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim vs The World) Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby) Randy Marsh (South Park) Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Prairie) Master Chief (Halo) Ian Hawke (Alvin & The Chipmunks) Poe Dameron (Star Wars: The Force Awakens) Linda Gunderson (Rio) Bruce (Beyond Therapy) Jack Harrison (Transylvania 6-5000) Peggy Bundy (Married… With Children) Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto) - M Reader Only Scarecrow (Batman Begins) John Wick (John Wick 4) David Levinson (Independence Day) Jackson Rippner (Red Eye) Stevo (SLC Punk!) Mike (5lbs of Pressure) Santa/Babbo Natale (Violent Night) Dan Conner (Roseanne) Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House) Lt. Robert 'Bob' Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick 2022) Francine (American Dad) Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs) Fujimoto (Ponyo) Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980) Doug Remer (Baseketball) Ian Malcolm (Jurassic Park 1993) Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops) Astarion (Baulders Gate 3) Trevor Phillips (GTA5) Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor) Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia) John Doe (John Doe Game) Paul Blart (Paul Blart Mall Cop) Napolean Dynamite (self titled) Fezzik (Princess Bride)

#intro post #pinned post #fic writing #fluff #angst

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mermaid-trash · 2 years

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Had this dream last night that might make a good request?? Dunno, you be the judge xD

Reader is a very sought after lawyer, always winning cases for these really deranged peeps. Somehow she ends up being Jokers lawyer, and ya know obviously it doesn’t stay at that 😅

Trials and Tribulations

Keoghan!Joker x gn!reader

A/n: When I got this request a couple of days ago, I dropped all of my wips to work only on this, this was such a good request and I had a lot of fun writing it 💚 also I don’t know how American lawyers work so this is based on my limited knowledge of English criminal law ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: derogatory language surrounding mental illness, kidnapping, manipulation

Wordcount: 3.4k

The sound of your heels clacking against the hard concrete floor reverberated through the bleak hallways of Arkham Hospital, ringing in your ears as you made your way through the maze-like layout of the building, flanked on either side by burly armed guards.

Your hands trembled slightly, the coffee you clutched shaking in the flimsy cardboard cup, brought on from a mixture of nerves and sleep-deprivation from preparing for this new case fervently for weeks.

You were confident in your abilities as a lawyer, usually; you had graduated with near perfect scores from law school and built your career from the ground up, gaining yourself a reputation as the best criminal lawyer in Gotham. Now, you represented people convicted of violent crimes at their appeals. You had been the legal representative for many dangerous people in your time as a lawyer, criminals convicted of gruesome murders and mass shootings, and now you had been hired to represent the most dangerous man in all of Gotham.

At least it pays well, you thought.

Like everyone else in Gotham, you had heard stories of Joker and his psychotic tendencies towards destruction and mayhem, seen footage of the aftermath of his attacks on millionaire’s galas on the news. You knew exactly what he was capable of, and though you tried to remain unbiased about your clients, you weren’t sure you wanted Joker out of Arkham.

Luckily, after your many hours of research into statutes and cases while poring over the grisly details of the murders known to have been comitted by Joker, you had arrived at the conclusion that getting his sentence reduced would be almost impossible. The realisation that this would be a very public loss for you and could affect your reputation was followed by the realisation that it was your responsibility to deliver this bad news to the madman that was paying you, somehow. You hoped beyond hope that the security at Arkham could ensure that you would leave this visit alive.

Your hopeful attitude was not supported by the guards expressions as they led you to a heavy door and keyed in a code to unlock it. One of them gave you a grim look as though he were picturing the mangled state your body could be left in.

“If he tries anything, press the buzzer next to the door and we’ll let you out.” He said gruffly, and the severity of the situation you were in started to seep through the barriers of professionalism you had built up over the years.

“Okay, thank you.” You managed to choke out, before the door buzzed and slid open with a grating mechanical noise.

Joker sat at the table on his side of the reinforced safety partition, his body hunched over with his forehead against the table, leaving only the back of his scarred head and a few tufts of acid green hair in view. When he heard your footsteps cross the threshold of the room, however, his head snapped up at an unnerving speed, and you froze where you stood, as though hoping you could blend into the door behind you.

Staring into the face of the man that had terrorised Gotham relentlessly for his own twisted pleasure, you found yourself thinking that the photos that had been plastered all over newspapers after his arrest just didn’t do him justice.

With his horrific twisted grin and the manic glint in his eyes, he was as terrifying as the pictures made you believe, but nothing could have prepared you for the way his dark stare would feel when it was fixed on your face. For a moment, you were certain that he was in your mind, rifling through your thoughts from the moment you had entered the room. Even though you knew he couldn’t really read your mind, the thought still made you feel vulnerable.

You and Joker stare at each other for a long moment, both weighing each other up, until without warning, he burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

“So, you’re the poor thing that’s gonna try to get me off?” He asked when his laughter dies down. His voice was low and gravelly, menacing enough to send a chill down the length of your spine.

Despite your best efforts to remain professional, you couldn’t help the light scoff that you let out. To your horror, Joker noticed, and his eyes darkened a shade, still fixed on your face. Fear trickled through your veins like cold water.

“What was that, dolly?” He asked in a low hiss, and your heart sped up. “Speak up.”

Staring back at him, you made the split second decision to meet his overwhelming confidence with some of your own. Hopefully the glass partition was solid enough to keep him on the other side.

“Well, I’m the best lawyer in Gotham, my rates are twice that of most other lawyers in the city, and I don’t think even I can get you off.” You replied, striding across the room to take your seat opposite him as you spoke. His fierce gaze followed your movements, and you caught the way they lit up at your change in demeanour. He chuckled at your words.

“Y’know, peach, all of those cheaper lawyers said the same thing. ‘Even the best lawyer in Gotham couldn’t get you out of here.’” Joker said in a mocking imitation of someone’s voice.

“In fact,” He continued, leaning in conspiratorially so that his face was thrust into deeper shadows. “I’ve heard a lot about you since I to thrown in here. A lot of the loonies here know you, said you got their sentences reduced.”

“I do a lot of work for patients in Arkham, yes.” You replied tactfully. Joker grinned at your careful response, and you took his pause as an opportunity to move the topic of conversation onto the reason you were here.

Joker’s eyes widened in glee when you pulled a heavy file from your bag, full of the careful research you had put together.

“So, from the research I’ve done over the past four weeks, there’s…very little chance that you’re getting out of here…ever.” You broke the news as plainly but tactfully as you could. Studying his for a reaction, you were glad to find none. No reaction was certainly better than a bad reaction.

“Ah, see, that’s where you’re wrong, dolly,” Joker cooed, shaking his head at you in disappointment. “They can’t keep me locked up in here forever.”

Your eyebrows drew together in a look of confusion; was he talking about escaping?

“Escaping Arkham is impossible-” you began to reason, but he cut you off.

“Nuh-uh, wrong again. I’ll be out of here in no time, peach.” He explained as though it was obvious. You supposed it was fairly obvious; Joker thrived in chaos, escaping this maximum security hospital for criminals was exactly the type of thing he would be able to do.

Then, a question occurred to you.

“If you’re planning on escaping, why am I here?” He had clearly already been aware that you could do little to help his situation, so why had he hired you, made you do those endless hours of pointless preparation?

Joker’s brow quirked before he answered, “I wanted to meet you, dolly. Mmm, you’re practically a celebrity in this place. I bet a lot of the loonies here would just love to be where I am right now.”

“So I’m here to stroke your ego?” You shot out without thinking, but he barely acknowledged your words.

“In fact, I’ve heard stories of what they’d do if they got their hands on you, and lemme tell ya, peach, their intentions are not good.” He finished with a laugh, as though the mental images were amusing to him. His chilling tone froze your insides; you really did not want him to go into any further detail.

On top of the fear, however, you also felt confusion. You had done all you could to help the patients of Arkham. Obviously, some of them were…seriously unwell, the man sitting before you being no exception, but everyone deserved a good lawyer, right?

“But…why?” You asked.

“Ah, you may have gotten them reduced sentences, but they’re still in here, aren’t they? They think you could have done more for them.”

Frustration knotted in your chest and you struggled to keep your face neutral; Joker’s eyes lit up as he watched you bottle your feelings.

That’s not my fault, you wanted to say. Maybe they shouldn’t have committed the violent crimes and ended up in Arkham in the first place!

“That’s…very disappointing to hear.” You said, grateful that your voice didn’t waver, though it made no difference. Joker saw through your lie easily. He cackled harshly, his eyes never leaving you.

“You think they’re ungrateful.” He stated plainly, still grinning widely. You didn’t bother disagreeing. “I agree, dolly. That’s why you’re here. I’m offering you protection.”

He leaned back in his chair, and you followed his movement by leaning forward as though magnetically attracted to him.

“You don’t even need to do any work for it, just show up here and meet with me now and then. As long as it looks like you’re working with me, you’ll be safe.” He explained.

Chewing your lip slightly, you pondered his offer. If your past clients really were out to get you, who better to protect you than a man more dangerous and powerful than any of them? Then again, maybe all of this was just entertainment for Joker, maybe no one was after you and he was just trying to rope you into spending time with him so that he could get inside your head. There was no way to know for sure, however, you did know that if it turned out you did have vengeful ex-clients that wanted you dead, you would want Joker on your side rather than against you.

And with that in mind, you agreed.

For the next few months, you met with Joker often: it started off with visits every other week, then once a week, until eventually you had begun visiting multiple times a week. With every visit, you grew more aware of the resentful eyes that followed you from the cells on your walk through Arkham, though you never were brave enough to meet their gaze.

Joker proved to be a surprisingly easy person to talk to; he listened intently to your stories and ramblings, even asking strangely specific questions that proved he was paying attention, and after several meetings you realised you had begun using your visits to Arkham to vent about your more personal problems with work and relationships, as stupid as that may seem. Joker simply made it impossible for you not to lay your thoughts bare for him, and most surprisingly, he gave genuinely good advice, once you had filtered out the more unhinged, violent suggestions.

It was during your fourth visit with Joker that he had asked you about a work event you had attended a few nights prior, and you had realised that you had never told him about the event. The realisation should have terrified you, the implication being that he had found a way to watch you without leaving his cell, but instead you felt some of the anxiety of living in Gotham melt away.

A life spent living in Gotham was a life spent living in fear, that was a well known fact in the city. The shadows in dark alleyways seemed to warp and move before your very eyes, posing a threat to your wellbeing every night. Every slight noise coming from behind you a night could be the only warning you get before an attack. It wasn’t paranoia, no, it was survival.

But, with Joker watching you from afar, you felt you could live without that fear weighing on your shoulders. The shadows on the streets went still again and you gripped your pepper spray less tightly on your travels around the city. With Joker acting as your personal guard dog from across the city, you felt safer than you ever had before.

Though, unfortunately, you knew it couldn’t last. The untouchable barrier that seemed to envelope you came crumbling down one night, as you drove home from your office after a particularly draining day of work. Heavy rain hammered against the roof of your car, almost drowning out the soft music from whichever radio station you were tuned into as you pulled up to a set of traffic lights.

Just as your car had stopped moving, the music cut off abruptly and the radio host began to speak, his voice heavy with fear.

“We have an unfortunate piece of breaking news for the citizens of Gotham. There has been a mass breakout at Arkham Hospital, over a dozen patients have escaped from the maximum security institution. We don’t know who the escaped patients are yet, more details will follow.”

You didn’t need more details to know that Joker was almost certainly among the escapees. Having just visited him the day before, you thought back to your interactions with him; he had given no indication that he was planning on escaping today beyond his usual cryptic assurances that “I’ll be seeing you again soon, dolly.”

Not that you had expected him to tell you the intricate details of his plan, of course, the clown prince of crime would never trust you like that. The strange relationship you had forged through months of regular meetings with him had been extremely one-sided, you were acutely aware of that, but you couldn’t help but feel that Joker should have at least given you some warning that the other patients in Arkham would have an opportunity to escape too, since he knew that some of them wanted you dead.

Then, the panic set in, coldness washing over you like the rain that pounded against the tarmac outside. You realised that, with Joker out of Arkham, you had lost your protection from not only the usual dangers of the city, but also this new threat of escaped criminals that potentially wished you harm. In an alleyway beside your car, the shadows began to move, seeming to advance towards where you were frozen in fear.

When a car honked its horn behind you, you started, realising that the lights had turned green, and with a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel, you tore away, driving home across the city as fast as you could.

The effect that the breakout had on you was immediate. The invisible watchful eyes that had been following your every movement for months disappeared and you felt open, vulnerable- but more than that, you felt alone. Joker’s presence had become the only reliable constant in your life, and with him gone, your mental health began to spiral rapidly.

For a month after the breakout, you barely left your apartment. You had quit your job out of fear that your presence in the office would put your coworkers at risk, opting instead to wait in your apartment for a knock on your door that would mark the arrival of whichever violent criminal had found you first.

Paranoia plagued your every waking moment, every car that drove past and every set of footsteps in the hallway caused plain terror to erupt in your chest, and you were barely able to sleep anymore. The stress you were suffering was plain in your appearance; dark bags developed under your eyes, your brow had a deep furrow permanently engraved in it, and you had grown too fearful to even shower, for fear of unknowingly ending up in a recreation of that scene from Psycho.

One night, exhaustion had finally caught up to you, and the tendrils of sleep succeeded in luring you into a much needed nap on your sofa while the news on your TV lit up the room. However, when you woke, bleary-eyed and confused, you were not in your apartment anymore.

Blind panic rose in you as you took in your unfamiliar surroundings; a dark bedroom, windows shrouded by heavy curtains, dressers and wardrobes that stood empty of any belongings, and a large bed that you were laying atop.

“No, no…” you whispered into the empty room, frantically clambering from the bed and making your way to the door. With a desperate tug on the handle, you found it was locked, and your heart sank.

“Help!” You cried, hammering your fist against the solid wood of the door until your muscles tingled with the force of the repeated impacts. “Let me out, please!”

Only silence came from the other side of the door, though you were certain that you could see movement when you pressed your cheek to the floor and peered under the door.

“Please, help me!” You cried, and to your horror, the shadow under the door retreated, disappearing from view. “No, please, help!”

Frantic and scared, you continued to bang on the door and scream for help, but still no one came. You checked the windows, and found that you were many floors up in a tower that looked over the entire city, just a few blocks from what you recognised to be Wayne Tower. Though you couldn’t escape via the windows, at least knowing where you were gave you a shred of comfort to cling to.

After what must have been hours, you were beginning to admit defeat. Your arms ached and bruises were forming on your hands from pounding relentlessly against the locked door, and your voice was hoarse from calling for help. You sat on the hardwood flooring, knees pulled close to your chest, and sobbed helplessly into your hands.

This was everything that you had been terrified of for over a month, and all you felt you could do was hope that you would soon wake up from this nightmare. The uncertainty of the entire situation was what scared you the most, not knowing who had taken you or what they planned to do with you caused your mind to fill in the blanks with the most horrifying images of injury and torture it could imagine.

When your defeated sobs died down, you finally heard footsteps approaching the door, and scrambled to your feet in hopes of catching your kidnapper off guard when they opened the door, readying your body to attack. A key slipped into the lock and with a faint click, the door began to swing open.

There Joker stood, eyeing you with great interest and that familiar warped grin. Relief flooded your body, and your knees grew weak. Before you could collapse to the floor, you launched your body at his and clung to him in a desperate embrace.

“You’re here…” you whimpered hoarsely into his chest as he patted your back with a bloody hand.

“Why so upset, peach?” He cooed, and you raised your head to look up at him through teary lashes.

“I…I woke up here, and I panicked, I thought…” Your voice tapered off when fresh tears flooded in your eyes, and Joker let out a harsh laugh.

“Aww, poor dolly, did you really think I’d let anything happen to you?” He asked with a lopsided grin. “I told you I’d keep you safe, didn’t I? And, as I’m sure you’ve learned recently, you’re only really safe when you’re wth me.” He finished in an conspiratorial whisper.

You nodded, believing his words to be true with every fibre of your being. You had never felt as safe in Gotham as you did for those months you worked alongside Joker, he made you untouchable, without him you would never be able to protect yourself from those who wished you harm.

“But…you locked me in.” You said in a small voice, expressing the only shred of doubt you felt.

“Well, I couldn’t risk you leaving.” He laughed, then his harsh expression softened slightly. “It’s not safe for you out there, dolly, not with those loonies running around.” He reasoned, and you understood. He was keeping you safe. He had promised to look after you, and he was.

“So, I can…stay with you?” You asked tentatively, and Joker’s distorted grin grew painfully wide.

“Of course you can. I’ll always keep you safe, dolly.” He crooned.

One of his arms wrapped around your waist firmly as he spoke, and he led you out of the bedroom that had just been your prison, and into his world of chaos.

#keoghan!joker x reader #keoghan!joker #barry keoghan x reader #joker x reader

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 2 years

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Choice of No Regrets.

(Bruce Wayne x Reader x Yandere Joker)

age gap bruce wayne x reader

Robert Pattinson as Batman. Barry Keoghan as Joker. Implied mentions of Yandere Riddler x Reader.

Bruce sat on the steps of the grand stairs of his mansion. The Riddler escaped and only Joker knows where he went. The same Joker Bruce went to for help when the Riddler kidnapped you and almost raped you on live chat.

Joker helped get you to Bruce's safe arms in exchange for a few pictures. Bruce found out Joker has a thing for you. Which was why he killed your father.

Bruce went to the Joker to interrogate him again. This time... Joker said he wants to meet you and talk to you... Alone.

Bruce feared that request the most. Poor you. Traumatized within a few days. Now, the ugly Joker wished to speak to you.

Bruce looked over your sleeping form on his master bed. He made you move in with him. He didn't let you go to school or your old home. It was too dangerous. Only the police knew where you were. No one else. You were naked from last night events. Bruce would come tired from work but you would stay awake and wait for him. He would either make love or be rough then sleep. Now, he could lose you too. He almost lost Alfred. The girl he loved.

Bruce placed his lips on your spine and you stirred slightly to wake from slumber.

"I am sorry. I need you to help me...

Joker wants to meet you."

Your eyes widened.

"for the sake of Gotham."

#robert pattinson #Batman #riddler #joker #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader

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stargirlfics · 2 years

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keoghan!joker x innocent reader and the reader is so afraid of him but also so intrigued and desperate for his approval and praise and he knows about it- he would constantly try to scare them and tease them about it </3

This! I think he gets a kick out of people being scared of him, he gets it, he looks scary and he takes it as an opportunity to be terrifying because he can get control that way

With innocent!reader it’s expected but it would be interesting if he was surprised for once by how you want his approval and praise, he scares the living daylights out of you, you know his reputation, he’s done bad things and is quite unhinged which makes him unpredictable

Yet you’re intrigued and that is something he’s intrigued by too, especially with such a sweet thing like you, he expected you to be cowering and running away at the slightest movement but you seem to wanna stick close by, just watching him

He’ll def take it as an opportunity to fuck with you but get closer to you too, he’s not one to pass up a chance to have some fun

#keoghan!joker x reader

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get-your-fics · 2 years

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Keoghan!Joker idea 2:

You work at the 44 Below, and the Penguin says he has a special assignment for you. Big tip involved, should you accept it. You're supposed to deliver some Drop to this weird address, collect the money, and come back to the club.

The Penguin had no idea why the buyer asked for you specifically, but money is money. Who would've known the Joker was behind that? He had seen you before, he had his eyes on you, and he wanted you. So he had set this little trap, an opportunity to have you all to himself.

I Spy

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader

Word count: 907

Warnings: Non-con fingering, prostitution, drugs, kidnapping, implied stalking

A/N: i changed the premise a little bit, but it's still mostly the same! i hope you enjoy, thanks for the request :)

When Penguin said he had a special assignment for you, your heart sank to your stomach.

You were used to doing drops for him. After all, it came with the territory, working at the 44 Below. But this special assignment involved you going to a client in the private lounges, an area of the club you’d never had the privilege of setting foot in before, mostly because you were never required to.

It was no secret what went on in the private lounges. You’d heard the other girls talk about it in the dressing room. And if you were delivering a drop there, that meant more likely than not that you’d be expected to do the same.

The weirdest part of all of it was that the client had requested you specifically.

Your heart beat in time with the click of your absurdly high heels as you strutted into the lounge. It was exquisitely lavish, outfitted in purple velvet and black marble. You expected a group of rowdy men to be awaiting you, white collar types perhaps, the client and his entourage. But instead, there was just a single man sitting with his back to you, his arm draped over the back of the chaise.

You rounded the chaise and bent over as you set the silver platter of drinks down on the coffee table, the smiley face-stamped package concealed underneath. You stood up straight and got a good look at the man’s face, your breath catching in your throat.

Usually, the private lounges were reserved for Penguin’s high profile clients, crime bosses or corrupt politicians who didn’t want to risk being seen patronizing the shady club. But this man didn’t fit the bill at all: the skin of his face had been completely burned like he’d been fried to a crisp, now covered in scar tissue. But you supposed if you looked like him, you’d want some privacy away from the rest of the club, too.

“Thanks, sweetie.” He held up a couple of folded bills between his fingers.

You leaned forward to retrieve it, but he raised his hand higher out of your reach. He lifted a brow at you. “Impatient, are we?”

You didn’t say anything. He chuckled. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He tucked the bills into your bustier, lightly patting your breast. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

You backed away from him and swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. “Will that be all, sir?”

His brows raised at the formality. “Why don’t you take a load off, sit with me for a while? You must be tired from running around in those heels all day.”

You knew better than to deny him. You started to take a seat next to him when he cleared his throat. You looked up to see him patting his thighs.

Your cheeks burned as you perched in his lap precariously. He hummed as his eyes slid over your form appreciatively. “You’re such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? I wonder how a sweet girl like you ended up here.” His hand crept up your thigh, slipping under your miniskirt. “I bet you’re a hard worker, too.”

You went stiff as his fingers brushed over your panties, fondling your folds. He stuck his hand underneath, and tingles shot down your spine when he made contact with your clit. You sucked in a breath, going white-knuckled as you grabbed your knees to steady yourself. The corners of his lips curled into a smirk.

He rubbed fast, light circles over your clit, sparking pleasure in your core. You squirmed in his lap, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him to keep you still. You could feel the bulge in his pants press against your ass.

“You must be used to catering to dangerous men.” He leaned his forehead against the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent. “Tell me, do I scare you more than they do?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers sped up their pace. You shook your head, tensing as that familiar knot started to coil in your gut. You were close.

He exhaled a breathy laugh. “I can tell that you’re lying, you know.” You could feel his smirk against your skin. “I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to get you alone.”

The coil in your gut snapped, and you came, gushing all over his fingers. Your moan rang out in the otherwise silent room, and you slumped against him, spent.

He removed his hand from you and observed the gossamer strings dripping from the pads of his fingers. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he stuck them in his mouth and hummed, sucking your arousal off with an obscene slurp.

He took his fingers out and looked down at you. “You did well coming for me, even better than I thought you would.” He reached inside his jacket. “Now, for your tip…”

Your eyes went wide as he covered your nose and mouth with a handkerchief. You thrashed against him, but it was too late. You’d already breathed in the chemicals dousing the cloth, sending your head spinning.

The last thing you heard before you lost consciousness was his voice in your ear, whispering, “Don’t worry, dear. I already told you there’s more where that came from, now that I’ll really have you all to myself."

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walled-flwr · 2 years

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Thinking of writing a Druig short. Elements include:

•- Druig co parenting

-• Anger & heightened emoticons

- •Make up smut.

Comment if interested 😃

#barry keoghan hot #barry keoghan edit #barry keoghan druig #barry keoghan #joker barry keoghan #mcu druig #druig angst #druig oneshot #druig eternals #makkari x druig #druig icons #druig x you #druig x reader #druig edit #druig smut #druig supremacy #mcu drabble #mcu smut #marvel's eternals

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thomaslefteyebrow · 2 years

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i know you could fall for a thousand kings

and hearts that would give you a diamond ring.

when i fold, you see the best in me.

the joker and the queen.

if there is one thing you were renowned for, it was your charming personality.

you never intended it, but something in your sparkling eyes and bubbly laughter and soothing nature drew people to you.

and of course, that also brought along admirers.

for each celebration that the eternals attended, there was a line of people asking to dance with you for each song. whenever your feet couldn’t bare to dance anymore, you were often encircled in conversations that felt never ending.

tonight was no different from the rest other than the frustration that was building in your chest.

night after night, you would dance and laugh and chat. but your eyes always wandered until they found a pair of bright blue eyes staring back. each time, your heart would race and your face would flush and your smile would bloom uncontrollably.

but each time, druig would stay in his corner without ever crossing the courtyard to talk or dance with you.

huffing a small sigh, you excuse yourself from the conversation with some of the people in the village before walking over to a table covered with food and cups of wine. the cool metal of the cup feels nice in your slightly sweaty palms. it's a warm summer night and you had spent a few hours dancing, which left you parched and tired.

your eyes scout the crowd before you realize what you're looking for. suddenly, a voice interrupts your search.

"are you finally going to do something with druig?"

anger bubbles in your chest, but you stop yourself from snapping at kingo. turning to your best friend, you sip the wine before asking, "what makes you think i want to do something with druig?"

he throws his head back laughing at the question. the music quiets for a moment as the song changes and kingo finally contains his laughter to a few chuckles as he throws his arm over your shoulder, "i'm hurt that you think that i'm that blind, y/n."

your cheeks flush and you briefly wonder if your crush has been that obvious to everyone else, but kingo is the only person other than druig who knows you well enough. tragically, druig has been too oblivious to catch on to your feelings.

across the courtyard, you see makkari zooming around before coming to a stop in the corner. the dim lighting makes it hard to see much of what's happening, but you can vaguely see a certain mind controller's silhouette.

your shoulders slump slightly as you watch druig greet makkari and they begin to talk. sipping your wine to swallow the lump in your throat, words are hard to form suddenly, but you manage to nonchalantly spit out, "besides, kingo, he never wants to talk to me anyways."

before you can blink, kingo spins you so that you're facing him directly. it's rare to see kingo being serious so it startles you when you stare up into his eyes and he's giving you a stern look as he lowers his voice.

"listen to me, y/n. the only time druig doesn't look like the most miserable man i've ever seen is when he's around you. he only tolerates the rest of us, but with you? god, that kid lights up and he looks at you like he would defy arishem for you."

darting your eyes between kingo and druig, your heart is hammering in your chest, but you're not certain if it's a good feeling. druig is leaning against a wall now, makkari probably ran off to trade with some villagers or to look for sersi. druig's blue eyes were scanning the crowd intensely until he slowly made eye contact with you.

typically, you break eye contact first, but you watch as he averts his gaze to the crowd of dancing people. a small smile flashes across his face and you would have missed it if you had not been watching so closely.

kingo is staring at you with a knowing smile and you shove his shoulder jokingly before huffing in frustration, "then why won't he talk to me?"

shrugging, kingo shoves you firmly in druig's direction and hisses, "go find out and stop whining about it. i'm going to go dance to this song."

with that, kingo leaves you standing alone at the edge of the crowd.

shifting nervously on your feet, you down the rest of the wine in your cup before grabbing another to replace. you slowly make your way over to the corner you had last seen druig in.

relief floods your body when you see that makkari and the people she had been trading with are still gone, leaving you alone in this corner with druig.

you come to a stop by his side, shoulders brushing as you lean against the wall and stare at the crowd as well. taking a small sip to buy yourself time to build some courage, you lick your lips before speaking up.

"you never come to me at these things."

druig arches an eyebrow at you, but you stay silent as you stare ahead. he shifts uncertainly on his feet before clearing his throat, "i never want to interrupt you talking to your suitors."

this catches you off-guard and you follow his gaze to see the group of men that typically follow you around desperately. you quickly avert your eyes so they won't approach before you chuckle.

turning to face him completely, you step closer. he faces you as well and now, your cup is the only thing separating your chests. his cologne swallows you and you feel lightheaded as your heart thumps impossibly loud.

lifting your hand, you smooth his shirt across his chest, his firm muscles temporarily distracting you before you stare up into his eyes with a small smirk, "are you jealous, druig?"

to the untrained eye, he looks completely unbothered as he stares down into your eyes. but you've spent enough time watching him that you catch the way his jaw subtly ticks and how he clenches his fists by his side.

finally, he shrugs in an attempt to be casual and he retorts, "being jealous would mean that i thought i ever stood a chance."

drifting your hand up to cup his jaw softly, you tilt your head and a frown pulls at your lips. the party feels so much more distant now that you're this close to him. there is a small breeze that cools off your skin and for the first time tonight, it feels easy to breathe.

"well, i may be a little biased, but i personally think you're chances are looking really good."

druig glances down to the cup in your hand that is almost empty now and jokes, "i think you've had enough wine for tonight, love."

his fingers slowly take the cup from your hands before he lifts it to his own lips, drinking the last of it. you watch, partially in awe of him and partially in anticipation of his response.

the music is now a slow song. couples have taken over the courtyard as they quietly sway together. typically, this is the part where men line up and pull you away from the corner. tonight, nothing could have taken you from this moment.

he sets the cup aside and lifts his hand, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. his touch sends a shiver down your spine and your knees feel significantly weaker now as he stares into your eyes.

"follow me, love."

with that, he turns and begins to guide you through the shadows to a small building a little bit away from the courtyard. you hesitate when he comes to a stop next to a ladder, but the look in his eyes as he smiles at you was enough encouragement for you to climb it.

once the two of you were on the roof together, he brings you to the edge so that you can look out over the crowd still dancing and celebrating in the courtyard. the air is cooler up here and you feel goosebumps crawling across your skin.

druig steps up behind you and you feel his warmth pressed against your back as he quietly asks, "were you being serious earlier?"

your brow furrows and you turn to face him. his voice was quiet, but you can tell he's nervous from how he shifts his feet slightly. druig was always confident to the extent of almost being obnoxious, but this was a different side that you had never seen before.

breathlessly, you nod your head and confess, "i figured that you had known how i felt for years and just didn't feel the same."

druig nods slowly, his eyes searching yours and he looks lost in thought for a moment.

"you're right, i don't feel the same..."

blinking slowly, the warmth radiating from his body no longer feels as welcoming. your heart is sinking in your chest and you shakily exhale as you step back to give yourself some space to process what he just said.

but he doesn't allow you to get far. his arms are instantly around your waist and pulling you in closer than before. his lips barely graze your ear as he whispers, "i don't just have a crush on you, love. i don't feel the same because i am completely and unequivocally in love you."

breathing a small laugh, you lean your forehead against his and mumble, "if you scare me like that again, i will cry."

druig chuckles with you, his hands tighter on your waist now as he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and promises, "don't worry, love, i plan on spending my life doing what i can to make you the happiest woman on earth."

your cheeks are warm and there's cheering in the courtyard and the stars are brighter than ever before as you grab his face in your hands and mumble, "you already do."

and with that, you pull him in for a kiss.

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Ah, wonderful choice, Little Wanderer! Browse the stories, take your time. If there is something else you would like to read, just come back to me. If you don’t find what you’re looking for, make a request to the librarian.

Perhaps some music? [Batman-inspired playlist]

1. Edward "Riddler" Nashton/Nygma

➳ Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer ➳ [Part 2] ➳ [Part 3] ➳ [Part 4]

➳ "Even closer behind" -> Some guy won't stop texting you so Ed decides to take things into his hands. For better or worse, your problem is gone, well, permanently.

➳ The Riddler finally goes to therapy -> experimental character study, psych student doing what psych students do best

➳ Dating the Riddler - headcanons ➳[Part 2]

➳ Batman kidnaps you to get to him - headcanons

➳ Imagine breaking Joker and Riddler out of Arkham

➳ "Zarzuela" -> Eddie finds himself between the Devil and the deep sea when he starts to feel something for Bruce's sister

➳ "Hopeless opus" -> Eddie and you get into a fight. Thinking you want to leave him, he spirals into a panic but you come back - you always do.

➳ Riddler with an obsessed/yan! partner

2. The Joker

➳ Batman kidnaps you to get to him - headcanons

➳ Imagine breaking Joker and Riddler out of Arkham

➳ "Mirror, mirror on the wall" -> Traumatized detective is, apparently, the only person who can reach a consensus with Joker

3. Bruce "Batman" Wayne

➳ "Despicable" -> (yandere!Bruce) Bruce notices you at 44 Below and decided he needs to save you from your current partner - Joker.

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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It’s happening!!!

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imagine--if · 2 years

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#10 for the Joker :))

A/N: J’s a softie with the love of his life and the love of his life only, change my mind 😤💜

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Prompt: "Please stay..."

Words: 236

He’s strangely comforting, the wild man with green, disheveled hair and scarred, pale skin. His fingers have dried blood under their short nails from earlier in the day during one of his mad heists or chaotic ambushes, and you’ve gotten used to seeing it, as he toys with your hair and absentmindedly walks his fingers up and down your arms or legs.

Night falls and the darkness deepens outside the building. With one final, soft slap to one of your legs, he gets up.

“Gettin’ late, queenie. Sleep a little, huh? Tomorrow’s another crazy day.”

The sudden absence of the Joker’s warm hand from your skin makes you frown a little, and without thinking, you instinctively call out to him.

“Hey, wait-!”

J turns back to you in interest, and you bite your lip hesitantly before continuing.

“I mean… can you… please stay…?”

A flicker of understanding seems to pass through Joker’s blue eyes before it’s replaced with cockiness and a light smirk.

“If you insist, dolly. Budge up, then.”

Just as you expected, the presence of the madman who lies beside you and hums in contentment to himself is all it takes to make you relax. It’s an ironic thigh, you being the only person in Gotham safe enough to sleep beside The Joker completely unguarded…

But what’s more ironic is that The Joker himself is completely ungraded too, only in a whole different way.

#keoghan!joker x reader #2022 joker x reader #the joker x reader #the joker fanfiction #barry keoghan x reader #barry keoghan joker #batman 2022 #the batman 2022 #the joker #joker imagine #joker fluff #joker x reader #joker fanfiction #barry keoghan fluff #barry keoghan fanfic #barry keoghan blurb #barry keoghan oneshot

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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ALSO IT’S ME AGAIN. HEAR ME OUT: barry keoghan!joker with a harley quinn-esque reader oh yes

Apprentice

barry keoghan!joker x reader

barry keoghan!joker x harley!themed reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: SMUT m!receiving oral, descriptions of grime, creepiness of the joker, perverted remarks, mentions of sexual toys and alcohol, a small sort of age gap, manipulation, nudity

a/n i hate this lowkey, but i love this lowkey. also love barry, i miss writing for druig.

summary y/n is a senior in college in an apprenticeship at Arkham. She meets Joker, and falls for his peculiar ways.

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read time: 7 mins 12 seconds

Taking an apprenticeship your senior year of college is normal. You have studied Psychology for nearly four years now, it was time for you to research your field. It was between Northshore Asylum or Arkham Asylum. You hoped for the Northshore card out of the draw with your lab partner, but you got the shorter end of the stick.

Northshore was a kind place. Great funding, well cared for patients, it even sat along the lake. But you were given Arkham. Arkham was in the city southern to yours, Gotham. You’ve heard of some not-so-great things that happen there. Gotham was usually a large topic in your county’s news. You knew of infamous criminals lived there in some questionable conditions.

***

You chose your white pencil skirt, and matched it with your black blazer. Looking in the mirror, you sighed. Today was your first day in your apprenticeship. You quickly tied your hair up into a loose bun and grabbed your purse. It was time to leave.

Pulling up to Arkham in your white preppy car felt out of place. It was a dark building with dark gates. You could have sworn the sky was clear when you left, but a sudden cloud seemed to linger around the place. There wasn’t even any gate service. You just pulled into the crumbing parking lot, ignoring the cracked windows in the service center.

You were met with a doctor almost immediately when you entered the facility. His name was Doctor Fox. Oddly enough, he searched you. You felt foolish when he had to take your earrings, you should have known better than. Obviously, nothing even remotely sharp was allowed in by the inmates. When walking into the briefing arena, you noticed the lack of staff. It was an understatement to say Arkham was understaffed. One employee to a cell of six. That was in the more low-risk areas.

Your heart dropped when Doctor Fox walked past the low-risk ward. He pulled you aside, right outside the high-risk doors.

“We’re starting you off on a high case. Your marks are some of the highest we’ve ever seen from your area. Is it true you specialized in lunatic insanities?” he asked. Shocked at his bluntness you replied “Yes, I have been for the past two years.” you assured him. He shook his head in approval and brought you in.

You were horrified when you walked in the first chapter of the ward. The women's ward. Dusty stained glass boxes were their only way of seeing sunlight. Blood stained the concrete walls along with other dark stains. The bars were built so tightly together, maybe a finger or two could only pass through.

“We’re not stopping here,” Doctor Fox assured you. “You ever hear of the Joker case?”

You stopped in your tracks. Ignoring the hissing and slurs from the women around you, you turned to Doctor Fox with a concerned look.

“We’re trying to find the affects of acid on the brain. Nobody has lived like him with that much exposure.”

“So your telling me I’m studying the Joker?” you asked, crossing your arms. “Miss L/N I recommend you do not speak to your superior with such… tone.” he hissed, guiding you towards the men's ward.

Eerily quiet, you held your breathe as you looked at the equally horrific conditions that these people had to live in. “Finger, please.” Doctor Fox said, extending his hand for yours. He took your pointer figure and placed it on an electronic pad. You were impressed by the advanced security around this one man versus the other residents. “We take our security around him very… seriously.” he said. You felt a chill go down your spine.

“I’m going to lead the first session, you are just going to watch. Do you understand?” he asked. You shook your head.

The door clicked and unlocked. You looked towards the floor, fighting every instinct to look. You first heard his heavy breathing, and then his haunting voice.

“You brought me a lady today, Foxy?”

You swallowed and took your seat next to Doctor Fox. The Joker sat across from you two, shackled at the opposite end of the table. “This is Miss L/N, my apprentice. I understand you will show her resp-” “Quite a beautiful young lady, hmm? Tryna tempt me, Foxy?”

You felt the lump in your throat grow as you felt his eyes burning into you. “Take notes,” Doctor Fox reminded you. You moved your eyes from your shoes to the pad of paper resting in your lap.

“She won’t look at me.” Joker giggled. “Too afraid to see the acid man?”

Your lip quivered as your eyes moved to the table. Following the metal sheen, you made your way to his hands. The bloodied fingers, bitten and ripped nails, and the scarring on his hands made you feel compassion for this man. Your eyes met his.

Your heart stopped. You audibly gasped. He gave you the ugliest smile you’ve ever seen. The patches of missing hair, the scarring everywhere on his body.

You kept his gaze as your breathe caught up to your heartbeat. “I-I need a break,” you announced, almost slamming your pad of paper on the table and erupting through the doors. You slid down on the wall and brought your knees to your chest.

Doctor Fox soon entered through the doors, and placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not easy. But we need to resume session.”

You walked back in the room and met his gaze again. He was laughing in his seat. He would be rolling on the ground if he wasn't shackled to the chair. “I scare ya that much sweetheart?”

You ignored his comment and started taking notes. An hour into session, you were bored out of your mind. He had been very obviously dodging comments about his childhood, his past lovers, his education. Trying to get information out of this man was very hard. Looking at the scarred lines of his face, you tried to wonder what he looked like before the accident.

“I was beautiful, oh, so beautiful. If your wondering, darling.” Joker slurred. “I can see you watching my face, honey.”

A chill went down your spine. Thank god the timer went off, todays session was over.

***

After your concluding statements with Doctor Fox, you found yourself needing to use the restroom. After downing about three water bottles, you had to pee.

The public restrooms were down the hall from the prisoner restrooms. Following the signs, you caught a quick glimpse of the prisoner showers. And to your luck, there stood your new study washing himself. He didn’t notice you. No, not at first. You watched him scrub his scarred back. You were enamored with the scars, tracing over each dip with your mind. Then, he noticed you. Making eye contact, he let out a loud laugh. Startled by this, you made your way quickly towards the bathroom.

You cursed yourself for being so stupid while sitting on the toilet. If Joker spoke, you could loose your apprenticeship on your first day. Peeping on your subject in the shower? Are you kidding me? Fox would have you fired on the spot, you just knew it. Why were you looking at him in the first place?

No.

Oh, no. No.

You weren't attracted to this monster. Were you?

You pushed those thoughts to the back of your head. You quickly finished up in the bathroom, longing for your unopened bottle of wine waiting for you back at your apartment.

And of course to your luck, just as you were leaving you were met with the man again. He was with a guard escorting him back to his cell. You gave the guard a quick nod, ignoring him in complete. Making your way down the hall, you heard shouting.

“Fight!” you heard someone yell. You turned your eyes back down the hallway, and saw the guard escorting the Joker panicking. He had to go help this situation, but he couldn’t leave him there. “Nurse!” the guard yelled down to you. “Come escort him back to cell E-2949.”

You grabbed the Joker’s shackles from the guard, and gave the Joker an honest look. You could see the pain of a real man behind those eyes. More guards ran past you two by the second. You started walking towards the E block of cells, finding them empty but the last one.

He sat in his cell, staring at you through the safety box. He was surprisingly quiet. You gave him a nod, preparing to leave.

“Y/N!” you heard from him. You were shocked, how did he know your name? “Fox briefed me on you. Before you know, you studied my fucked up brain!” he laughed. “You are very, very beautiful. I meant that in there. Joker doesn’t lie.”

You felt a blush coming to your cheeks. “I am very sorry about your… accident.” you sighed. “I can tell you were a very beautiful man. You are a very beautiful man.”

Joker laughed, this time it didn’t scare you as much. “Are you, beautiful beautiful Y/N flirting with me?” “And what if I am?” you smirked. He brought himself close up to the bars.

“You are making me extremely hot,” he spit out. “Keep your job, baby doll. We can keep this between us. I promise, I promise I won’t pull anything. Maybe your hair,” he whispered, taking a few strands of your hair in his fingers.

You opened the safety gate, and met him inside. Still in his shackles, he moved his hands to move your glasses up on your face. “What are you doing?” you asked him, chest rising up and down. “You know what it takes to get blown in here? I have been craving a sweet, sweet mouth like yours.” he sighed. He then licked your chin, and made his way up to your temple. “Do me the pleasure honey, please.”

You couldn’t resist his temper. The demeanor of his voice, the longing for the touch of a woman. Your hands wandered to the waistband of his prison pants. He let out a loud sigh. You got down on your knees, searching quickly for any guards nearby. You pulled down his pants, and revealed the bulge growing in his boxers. “Oh honey, you are so good. So good to me.” he whispered, placing his hands on your head.

You took his penis out of his boxers. It was beautifully scarred like the rest of him. You gasped at the size of it, not knowing what to expect. You carefully guided your mouth onto it, grabbing the base near his balls.

Joker laughed the whole time. The farther down your throat he went, the more you loosened up. When you began to gag, it got him going even more. Laughter and moaning mixed filled your ears.

He didn’t give you a warning when he finished. You just felt hot, warm cum drowning down your throat. He grunted a sane grunt, one a stable man would make.

Slowly taking his dick out of your mouth, he grabbed your chin just as the tip fell out of your mouth, leaving drops of cum on your chin and chest. “Such a good, good girl.”

You tidied yourself up, using a bit of water from his nasty prison sink. You buttoned up your blazer once again, and fixed your messy hair.

“See ya next week you hot piece of ass!” you heard him yelling down the hall.

You swallowed once again, walking past the results of the fight. The cafeteria was trashed, blood was on the floor.

You collected your belongings at the front desk and made your way to your car. The taste of cum was still sitting in your mouth.

Now waiting at home was a bottle of wine, and your vibrator.

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Keoghan!Joker x Reader Relationship Headcanons

He laughs a lot. He turns EVERYTHING into a joke wether you’re happy or sad

He’s not exactly sure what he feels for you. You’re the only nice thing in his life and he likes that and you. At least that’s one thing he’s sure of

He leaves his gadgets laying around your home. There’s a toy buzzer that will shock you to death if you shake his hand

He likes to lay with you preferably when you’re a sleep. When everything including his mind is silent.

You come home from a long day of work and he’s already in your home sitting in the dark smiling. Waiting on you.

Your relationship is not a fairytale. It can be dark and toxic but you always knew it wouldn’t be.

“You k-know peach you’re a gluten for punishment.” He giggles for a moment releasing a mangled hand from your throat. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I know.”

You don’t argue a lot but when you do he sometimes takes it too far. He’ll never verbally apologize because you knew what he was when you met him. He’ll spend the day with you as an apology.

He babbles a lot. About anything really wether it’s some diabolical plan or just something as simple something he saw in a passing.

He doesn’t really like to watch tv he just can’t focus on it but he will sit quietly with you like a feral house cat in need of a nap

His love is closer to an obsession. He knows A LOT about you, things you’re positive you never told him. He likes to watch you do things. He’ll just sit and observe you quietly.

“Why are you staring at me?” He blinks slowly before offering a wide smile. “I um like to look at you.”

He randomly giggles at you. He turns into loud laughter sometimes another quirk you’ve come to love

He calls you peach. You have no idea where that nickname comes from but he claims it’s because you’re too sweet for you own good. “Y-y’know peach you’re too to me.”

If it wasn’t for you he’d be living on pop tarts and microwave meals

He’ll never admit but although physical affection makes him uncomfortable he enjoys it sometimes. It’s nice.

He’s like a cat. He brings back random shiner things he thinks you’ll like wether it’s some jewelry he stole or a random sparkly thing that caught his attention.

He likes to bother you. He likes when you’re frustrated and finds it funny. “Will you stop poking me!” “No.” As he pokes you even harder in the side.

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mermaid-trash · 2 years

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wicked game by chris isaac for keoghan!joker x reader please 😭

What A Wicked Thing To Do

A/n: Hiii so I finally got round to another songfic, and I put these two requests together because I thought it worked and honestly I’m pretty happy with the result! Lmk what you think 💚 (oh also I listened to the Stone Sour version of this song while writing so maybe listening to that will enhance the experience? Maybe not though lol)

Joker paced the length of his cell, running an agitated hand through his unruly green tufts of hair. A frown tugged at his brow as his mind raced. He had always thought of himself as a smart man, far smarter than those around him, but right now he felt like a fool. A regular, moronic man with regular, moronic thoughts and emotions. An idiot, who had been tricked into falling in love with you, the disembodied voice from the cell beside his.

What had begun as another of Joker's ploys had quickly became more real than he had ever predicted it could; you had been tossed into your cell that first night, sniffling, and Joker had soothed you with comforting lies and a promise that he would protect you within the walls of Arkham.

Your protection came at a cost, unbeknownst to you, of course. The scarred man had decided from the very beginning that you could be useful to him if he could make you trust him. Then, he had realised that you had no idea who was talking to you from the other side of your cell wall, and he could barely hold back his raucous laughter; perhaps this would be even easier than he had originally thought.

As time went on, Joker had learned that you were delicate, nervous and careful, and oh so innocent. You would laugh at his jokes, no matter how bad they were, the sound light and airy, far too pure for the prison you had found yourself trapped in. You answered all of his curious questions with a confusion-laced voice that only stroked Joker's already swollen ego, reminding him of his superiority.

Until last night, when he had realised how much of a fool he had been.

"I've gotta get out of here, J." You had confessed into the silence, unable to see the man but constantly aware of his presence on the other side of the wall.

Joker ran the tip of his tongue over his rough lips before he spoke, considering his words carefully.

"I know, dolly. You oughta learn some patience." He scolded lightly, his tone teasing as his heart raced. He heard quiet shuffling from your cell, and imagined you shifting from your seated position on the floor.

"I-I'm trying, J, but this place…I, just, I've gotta get out." Your voice came out as little more than a whimper, and he felt a surge of something he never had before; concern? Protectiveness? Whatever the feeling was, he shook it off as quickly as it had came.

"Aw, poor thing." He simpered with a teasing chuckle. "We'll be outta here soon, I promise."

"Together?" Came your tentative response.

"Isn't that what you want, dolly?" Joker asked, fidgeting with the hem of his prison jumpsuit.

"Well, yeah, but…" Your voice trailed off, and Joker stared at the patch of wall where he imagined you to be sitting, leaning with your back against the cold stone. "I didn't think you'd want a stranger with you when you break out."

"You aren’t a stranger." His response came quicker than he had intended, and he let out a loud bark of laughter. "Dolly, we've been neighbors for months now. We're friends, aren't we?" He asked.

For a long moment, no response came.

"Yeah, sure. Friends." Joker swore he could hear the smile you wore as you spoke, and his own mouth split into a matching grin.

"Then I'll make sure we get out of this place together."

Then, you giggled, and through the pink-toned haze in his brain, Joker heard something familiar in the sweet sound; something akin to the twisted pleasure he felt upon successfully manipulating someone into playing his games.

Immediately, Joker realised two things; firstly, you weren’t the innocent little plaything he had assumed you to be.

Clearly, you were incredibly smart. Determined. And best of all, you must be dangerous if you had managed to end up in Arkham along with him.

Secondly, he realised that he had grown quite attached to the sound of your voice coming from beside him. The thought of breaking you out and then going your separate ways caused his stomach to do flips. He wanted you around, he was…in love with you.

That night, Joker didn’t even attempt to fall asleep, but instead paced from wall to wall in his small cell while contemplating these revelations. He felt a fool for underestimating you so severely, and allowing himself to get caught in your trap. Usually, his judgement of character was flawless; he could figure a person out within a single look and use what he had learned to get what he wanted. But somehow, you had figured him out first and gotten your claws into him before he had realised what was happening.

Joker had never wanted to fall in love, he always insisted that he was above such displays of normalcy. He had never even thought it was possible for him to love, but now, he had been proven wrong, made a fool of by not only you, but by his own brain.

He wanted to be furious with you, but his emotions were holding him back in a way that they never had before. Finally, after hours of thoughtful pacing, he fell heavily onto the worn mattress of his prison bed, which creaked and groaned under his weight, and laughed. He cackled and snorted until he was choking on the laughter as he began to come up with a new plan.

A plan to get you both out of Arkham, so that he could find a way to deal with these unfamiliar feelings.

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