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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 1 year

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A Little Death on Thanksgiving

No matter how the days passed, they were all the same and Erik was as numb as his fingers clutched around an iced coffee. Maleah loved iced coffees. But the fall, it had swept her away from him and returned empty-handed.

Erik x OC (Maleah) • Music • Angst/No Smut

It was 3 PM on a dreary fall Wednesday afternoon which could be through the floor to ceiling, wall to wall paneled window in the conference room. There was a slow, light rain.

"Have you considered the current socio-political climate, Mr. Gregorio,” Erik asked, having zoned out of James Gregorio’s commercial presentation with subtle tones of racism against Indigenous Americans.

“I.. Excuse me?”

“You’re telling me with all of your education you think this is smart business? Has it dawned on you at all, the influence of the BIPOC American audience over social media and current trends? A commercial this racist? In 2022? Mr. Gregorio, you are out of your rabid ass mind presenting this to me.”

His wheels turned and went flat considering Erik approved of his idea earlier in his office. The shark-faced Baldwin clone went red with anger and embarrassment. His ears matched his oxblood tie. It made Erik's day to piss him off. It was the only reason he kept this lone white man employed in his company.. to step on his neck for a spot of workday relief and entertainment. He needed the distraction.

“Political correctness is the trend for this generation and I assure you our audience is diverse, Mr. Gregorio,” he peered over his rimless frames. You’d have me make the biggest mistake of the fiscal year in the fourth quarter. That’s all, Mr. Gregorio, you can have a seat. Ms. Williams, please proceed with your idea.”

She grinned at the packet in her hand and packed as the meeting was over. Erik had another meeting via video conference in his office, but he wasn’t mentally present. The small framed photo of Maleah’s smiling face watched him from his desk as he spoke and he absentmindedly rolled a black beaded lizard keychain she’d made for him in his fingers.

“Mr. Stevens are you alright,” CEO Bradford asked from the top right of the screen.”

“Oh, yeah,” he wiped his eye with the initial handkerchief from his pocket. “Allergies,” he sniffed. “It’s that time of year.”

“Allergies,” Highman agreed. “Bad year for it, I have to keep Flonase or else I feel like a cokehead with all the sniffing I do.”

Erik smirked, but he still wasn’t paying much attention.

"Which colors do you like better," Maleah held two very, very different palettes on opposite sides of her youthful glowing face looking to Erik to choose, one was a Morphe that had many different colors and the other was a PIXI that had similar peach and gold colors. Erik did not care about the colors, the palettes, or makeup in general. She didn’t need any of it in his mind. Her excitement was the solo thing to make the trip worth it. He couldn't help but think she was the cutest thing walking.

"Why not get 'em both." He took them from her and dropped them to the Ulta basket along with some more random palettes that looked like something she'd love. Her mouth went wide since she was one to look at price tags, but he always spent big and to him this was miniscule. It was his nature to give gifts and one of the main ways he expressed his love. He knew her favorite color was pastel purple so he knew that if he put a pastel palette in the basket he’d see that gleaming smile. "Anything for my puddin pop," he pecked her cheek. “What else?"

"More?" Her doe eyes popped. He smirked. That’s one thing he loved. She appreciated everything he gave her no matter how big or small. She still had the pink plastic diamond ring he gave her almost three years ago early into their relationship. He’d got it from a candy machine but she kept it on a necklace that she put around the neck of the blue stuffed bunny he gave her on their first official date. They’d gone to the fair.

"Anything you want. My baby will always be spoiled.”

"I don’t know how I got so lucky with you. Thank you daddy," she grinned, earning a gentle pinch on the cheek. They’d needed a second basket and the second basket was only half full. He looked for the familiar containers that he’d seen in her possessions, adding cleanser, a mask, and primer. "You're the best!" Her head rested on his bicep and she clung to his arm for as long as they were in the store walking side by side. She was always clingy, but lately it had intensified. She wouldn’t leave his side not even for him to shower and it was getting harder for him to go to work and leave her behind with that sad and lonely face she’d put on. She wasn’t lonely, she was just spoiled rotten.

Part of the clinginess was her pregnancy. It had been a surprise to them both, but Erik was completely ready for this baby. He was ready to make things official and propose, he only needed the right moment which couldn’t come directly after a pregnancy announcement or she’d assume that was the only reason he proposed. He escorted her through the aisles and held her basket so she wouldn't have to let go of his arm. Absentmindedly, he interlocked their fingers rubbing her knuckles.

"Ooh-ooh! I want that one too, please," Maleah pointed to a brown Fenty gloss using her sweetest gimme voice. He picked it up and added it to the building collection. "The pink one is really so so pretty," she pointed next to it.

"You're pretty," he muttered watching a grin spread slowly on her face while he put one of each color in the basket. His compliments always lit her up from the inside. It was the most adorable and serotonin-producing thing.

That was one of the last pure and happy moments he had with her before her pregnancy went tragically left. She miscarried and it broke both of their hearts so bad, they couldn’t recover. Maleah wanted a little boy so badly since before they were together. She’d tried and tried to get pregnant on her own and this was going to be her shot to actually become a mother. Erik wanted it for her. He wanted it for himself too. Having a son sounded like a dream come true. He’d have someone else to spoil and teach and invest in. Someone he could put his future and hopes into. He wanted a little boy but in the end he didn't care about the gender so long as the child was healthy and biologically his.

As if losing the baby wasn't hard enough on them both, they found out together that the miscarriage was incomplete and wreaking havoc on Maleah's body very quickly. She needed an abortion to remove the dead fetal tissue. She was continuously bleeding and in so much pain, that Erik wished they could switch places. If he could take it instead of her he would and it killed him that he couldn't do anything but stay beside her, watch her suffer, and advocate that she receive a life-saving abortion quickly. Of course with his money and connections, he made it happen.

Now Maleah had always struggled with seasonal depression brought out by the fall and winter, but now it was cocktailed. She’d lost a child, the possibilities, and she’d almost lost her life because of the law and then again in surgery. Her hormones were haywire and her level of depression scared Erik. This was new territory. No manner of encouragement, words, or gifts would bring her back from the edge that she’d tipped over. She refused therapy. She refused intimacy. She refused company from her friends and family. She even refused his company. He had to force his way in and make her eat. He felt abandoned, like she wasn’t considering what was still in front of her. He was going through it too! In his mind, they were supposed to be going through it together.

“Maleah, puddin pop, we gotta move forward.” He brushed her straightened hair to detangle it while she stared blankly at the ultrasound. She didn’t wanna hear that.

He was like a ghost haunting the mortuary in his grief. He spared no expense. Her funeral was elaborate with flowers and people everywhere, her family, friends, ex-coworkers (since she didn’t work) and a purple pastel casket. It all happened so quickly in less than one month after the abortion. Maleah was gone from him forever and the worst feeling was that he couldn't save her. He couldn't bring himself to accept the way that things had gone down, he had failed her and lost two people in such a short period of time. Maleah, his daily dose of serotonin, his once so happy baby girl, the object of his affection.. was gone. He'd never hold her, hear her insults, or see her gleaming smile again.

“You can move forward,” she glared storming away to lock herself in the bathroom. For some reason, she thought he didn’t care like she cared. For him, he could have a baby with anyone and she’d said this, but she herself could never have her own baby. He couldn’t get through to her no matter what he said and then, just like that.. She hit a wall. Maleah died on Thanksgiving and it was ruled a and it was ruled a normal death. She’d died of grief and he was the one to find her.

A year later, he was still a broken man stripped of simple joy. Not even money could make him want to stay in a place where Maleah was not.

By 7:46 PM that Wednesday, Erik was in critical condition due to carbon monoxide poisoning. He was rescued from the Mercedes-Benz SUV in his garage by Maleah's brother who had been worried about him and keeping tabs. Maleah's family went to the hospital in support but it wasn't clear which way Erik would go. According to doctors it was up to him to live or die.

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moriiartist · 2 years

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BOATEM CHARACTER DYNAMICS/ INTERACTIONS WITH Y/N:

Grian x Y/- Tall Partner (y/n) x shorty (Grian), easy to cry (y/n) x Awkward comforter (grain), Lovers who are in total domestic mode, SIZE DIFFERENCE

Nicknames for Grian from Y/n- Pretty bird, birdy, tweet bird, Angel, cupid, wafflehead, Lovebird

Songs to associate with: Love Like You - Steven Universe / Rebecca Sugar, Paper rings - Taylor Swift, Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

Scenes to write- Y/n preening Grian's wings (and vice versa), helping Grian with the Alley and terraforming, Y/n is taking the Tegg from Grian and when he tries to stop her from finding it she kisses him breathless and he short circuits and Y/n finds it and bolts while yelling an apology to grian

Mumbo x Y/n- Flirty (Y/n) x Awkward (Mumbo), Teasing (Y/n) x being teased (Mumbo), Bodyguard (Y/n) x being bodyguarded (Mumbo)

Nicknames for Mumbo from Y/n- Potato Boy, Mr. Ceo, Spud, Tater, Darl/Darling

Songs to associate with: Symphony - Cody Fry, Falling for Ya - Grace Phipps, Evermore - Dan Stevens

Scenes to write- Y/n killing things for mumbo, Y/n helping Mumbo Terraform, Y/n becoming a mooner and passes out because of exhaustion and Mumbo feels bad

Scar x Y/n- Literal Goddess (y/n)x Mess of a mortal (scar), Sunshine (scar) x Sunshine protector (Y/n)

Nicknames for Scar from Y/n- Willy Wonka (Because of his hat), Magic Man, Mr. Scar, Honeydew

Songs to associate with: Get this Right (Outtake) - Frozen ll, GUY.exe - superfruit, For the Record - 36 questions

Scenes to write- Scar fixing up Y/n's base when she passes out, Y/n helping scar out with resources and materials for building, Y/n being a literal sugar mommy for scar

"No, No, Stay right where you are, I'll put out the fire my love!" Scar said with a panicked look on his face as he grabs a bucket of water and throws it on the fire successfully extinguishing it while making Y/n laugh "I wanna make you swoon Baby! I want to rock you with my righteous romance!" Y/n is dragged up by scar who dips them down, their laugh echoing through the cave where they were having dinner

"I wanna make a move darling!" Scar spun Y/n around and into their seat before sitting down himself with a cringe "But I sweating through the seat of pants!"

Impulse x Y/n- practically intertwined with each other, tired parents, Redstoner (impulse) x Builder (Y/n),

Nicknames for Impulse from Y/n- Impy, redstoner, partner in crime, Puddin', Mr. candyman

Songs to associate with: I love you too much - Book of life, Burn for you - Barlow and Bear, Line without a hook - Ricky Montgomery

Scenes to write- Impulse panicking when Y/n gets sick, Y/n and Impulse treating the rest of boatem like their children, oddly domestic with each other, Wearing impulse's shirt while her dress is in the wash

Pearl x Y/n- basically newlyweds, Bffs to flirty, Sun (Y/n) and Moon (Pearl)

Nicknames for Pearl from Y/n- My Jewel, Moony, dewdrop

Songs to associate with: She - Dodie, Dandelions - Ruth B., Putting a Spin on Slow dancing in the dark - Egg

Scenes to write- making dinner together for the rest of the boatem crew, cuddling and sleeping on Pearl's bed, drawing out blueprints for builds together, Stargazing together

Scenes for anyone and Y/n- WALKING IN ON Y/N CHANGING!!!!!, Y/n and (Boatem member) working in silent tandem without talking while the others are just watching in shock, Y/n and (BM) are making out in a dark unlocked room and someone walks in as (BM) starts to undress Y/n + BOATEM MEMBERS HAVING A MEETING DISCUSSING WHAT HAPPENED WITH (BM) AND Y/N, All of them staying in Y/n's temp base for a movie night and accidentally having a cuddle pile, og boatem catching Y/n in a compromising position with a rival (Big Eye inc (Tango) or GOAT (Doc) or etho????), Y/n being genuinely mad at one (or all) of the boys (hair is floating, eyes are glowing, fun goddess stuff), Walking in on Y/n showering?"

"You go down just like Holy Mary, Y/n! Y/n!" _____ Watched as the angel known as Y/n fought the wither, their hair whipping in the win and the absolute power that radiated off of them made _____ want to bow down at their feet "Your beauty never ever scared me! Y/n! Y/n!"

"Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure," Y/n's voice cracked as they watched the moon fall closer and closer to their home through the rocket window and grabbed _____ and _____'s hands "Nothing ever lasts forever." Soon the trapdoors under the boatem crew opened and the crew was doused into the void of the boatem hole only connected by the thick rope around their waists (BAD ENDING WHERE SHES LEFT BEHIND)

LOTS OF SHE/HER PRONOUNS BECAUSE I COULDNT BE BOTHERED THE EDIT THE IDEAS CHAPTER!!! Also I don't mind sharigthwse cause I'm not even sure. If ist if it will make it it's actual book anyway but once I publish it u send you the link!

Also sorry its really long; Love -🌙

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#ask #🌙 anon #but YOOO THIS IS SO COOL?!?

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lacontroller1991 · 3 years

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Burnt Skies (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

@h-hxgirl

Requested by Anon: Saw this captain boomerang fanfic where he finds she's pregnant while they're on mission, I was wondering if you could maybe do something similar for Rick

Author's Note: He would be so protective of the reader fr fr, also this is gonna be angst angst angst so just beware

Warning: Death, pregnancy, language, blood, major character death, spoilers

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to go?” Rick’s voice echoed through the room before he halted, seeing you on the floor, head in the toilet.

“Yeah, give me a minute,” you replied weakly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and flushing the toilet.

“Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?” He asked, rubbing your back as you looked up at him with a small smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll meet you there,” nodding his head, he walked out the door with guns strapped to his body on his tac vest. Looking at your reflection, you noticed a slight greenish tint to your face. Ignoring the wave of nausea, you made your way out of the base and to the plane. Walking up the ramp, you took a seat next to Rick who looked at you with concern in his brown eyes.

“Baby, maybe you should sit this one out. You aren’t looking too hot,” he whispered in your ear as you brushed the notion off. After all, you did have a really bad gut feeling about this mission.

“I’m here. I’m going,” you stated firmly as he looked you over one more time before shrugging his shoulders, knowing it was of no use to argue with you.

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The plane ride was hell. With the criminals being loud and Harley’s non stop chatter accompanying your periodic bouts of nausea, you were ready to get the hell off of the plane and right into combat.

“Alright guy, get ready to drop,” Rick shouted as the cargo door opened to reveal water beneath you. Once he gave the signal, you jumped into the cool water and began to swim your way to the mainland, waiting for the rest of the team to catch up to you. After everyone, save for the Weasel, had made it to the shore, you glanced over to your boyfriend who was laying next to Harley.

“Hey guys, it’s me. I’m the guy who called you and I brought my friends,” Blackguard shouted into the open, raising his hands while ignoring the shouts coming from the rest of the team and your boyfriend, Waller’s distant cursing ringing in your ear. Next thing you know, there was gunfire in every direction and things went to chaos. You quickly sought shelter behind a rock and shot off a few rounds into the woods, hoping to take down some of the Corto Maltese soldiers. “(Y/N), watch out,” Rick shouted at you as you turned to see what he was talking about, but it was too late before a large piece of debris from one of the trees knocked you out cold.

You woke up to machines attached to your body. Feeling the bile rise in your throat, you tried to get out of the restraints and look for a place to dump the contents of your stomach. Suddenly a pan was placed in front of you and that was all you needed to release the bile. Groaning at the light, you looked around the room and was surprised to see a cleanish room which plenty of nurses occupied.

“Ah good, you’re awake,” a voice commented as a rough hand pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at one of the generals you were tasked to take out.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” You asked, squirming your body against the bed, trying to loosen some of the restraints.

“Mi amore, we are treating you. Seems you have caught a parasite,” he replied before summoning the nurse over to you, carrying a plate of food and some juice, “you’re government must really be struggling if they’re sending pregnant women into the field,” he mentioned as your blood ran cold.

“That’s impossible,” muttering to yourself, your head went fuzzy at the concept of you being pregnant. With Rick’s kid.

“On the contrary, when we brought in your friend and you, we noticed certain things,” motioning down to your stomach only brought awareness to the fact that you were practically naked in a room full of the enemy.

“Let me go,” you pleaded, pulling your arms as much as you could.

“I think not,” he replied before nodding to one of the nurses who moved to turn on a machine and attach it to your head. Screams of agony soon left your lips, blocking out the sudden spurts of gunfire in the halls.

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Harley laughed maniacally as she gunned down multiple soldiers, enjoying the way they were dropping to the floor. She needed to get out of there. She needed to find the others. After the last one dropped to the floor, she moved toward the door before hearing a piercing scream echo down the hallway.

“Sounds like someone’s having fun,” she ran her tongue against her teeth before skipping toward the scream. Slamming open the door, she raised the guns in her hand, ready to fire, until she saw you laying on the table surrounded by nurses.

“No one messes with Flag’s girl,” she muttered to herself before unloading the magazine in the room. All of the nurses slinked to the ground, covered in a pool of their own blood. Rushing over to you, Harley unstrapped the restraints and head piece before taking out the IV and looked for your clothes.

“Where the hell are ya clothes?” She asked, searching high and low before she found a bag filled with your bloody uniform. Helping you sit up, she noted the way you looked super frail but practically glowing at the same time.

“Harley,” you whispered out to her before passing out on her shoulder. “Awww, this would be really cute if not for the circumstances,” she stated out loud to herself, peering out of the window and seeing a guy in a helmet run across the street with Flag. Wait a minute, Flag! Running out the door, she ran around the corner before stopping in front of the two men.

“Hiya guys! What’s up?”

“We’re here to save you, is (Y/N) with you?” Rick asked with hope in his voice as Harley nodded, wrapping pale fingers around his wrist and dragging him back inside and through the pile of bodies she had claimed. At the sight of you, Rick ran to your side and hugged your limp body.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked, fighting the tears that were beginning to surface.

“Don’t worry puddin’, she’s just asleep,” shrugging her shoulders, she left the room as you stirred, fluttering your eyes open.

“Rick?” You questioned as he rapidly nodded his head, placing kisses all along your face.

“Thank God you’re ok. I thought I lost you.”

“Rick, the doctors found something,” memories of the conversation you had moments ago replayed in your brain. You’re pregnant.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered, mind still not comprehending the fact that you were pregnant. After all, you had been infertile most of your life. Avoiding his gaze, you waited for his response.

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m going to be a dad,” he whispered, causing your head to snap up and see a smile play against his face.

“You want this? I don’t know if it’ll carry to term. You know that I’m infertile.” Placing his lips against yours, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you as close as he could to his body. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed back before a throat clearing interrupted you.

“This is sweet and all, but we have a fucking monster to kill,” DuBois stated as you looked up at Rick who smiled.

“Stay here, I’ll come back and get you.”

“I’m not leaving your side,” you replied as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re pregnant. No way in living hell am I gonna allow you to do this. You’ll stay here and that’s an order,” you and he both hated when he had to pull his rank, but you realized it was necessary in cases like this.

“Just come back to me,” pulling his lips down against yours for what feels like the last time, you encoded this moment into your brain, remembering the way he tasted.

“For you? Always.”

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He should’ve known you were going to follow them into Jotunheim. Not only were you stubborn, but you still had that nagging feeling that something was going to happen. Sneaking past the military, you found a window and busted it open with your elbow before entering the building. Landing with a soft thud, you looked around the room and noticed Peacemaker going down a dark tunnel. Running after him, you made sure to stay hidden by the numerous pillars. Peering around the corner, you saw Ratcatcher standing next to Rick, however Peacemaker was pointing a gun at Rick.

“Nobody is saying what they did was right,” Peacemaker stated, hand unwavering.

“They experimented on children!” Rick yelled as more explosions went off in the distance.

“That information gets out and it causes an international incident. Keeping the peace is worth any price, including the life of a hero like yours, sir, so please. Don’t make me do this,” your stomach churned. You knew that Captain America wannabe was no good, and now your love might just pay the price. Suddenly, rocks collapsed all around you, obscuring your view of Rick and Peacemaker.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, picking up rocks and trying to make a hole for you to get your body through. Your efforts became faster the more you heard the two men grunting. After successfully digging a hole big enough for you, you crawled through as you heard something like porcelain shatter and choking.

“You mother fucker,” Rick stated through gritted teeth as you watched in slow motion, Peacemaker’s hand grasping a large shard.

“Rick!” You shouted out before tackling him off Christopher’s body, not getting out of the way soon enough as Peacemaker lodged the porcelain into your lower abdomen. “No!” Rick shouted as Peacemaker threw you off. In the distance somewhere, you heard a gun go off before hands wrapped around your body. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)?” Rick called to you but you couldn’t hear him, your mind venturing off.

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The sun lit your face through the blinds, dancing in your eyes and creating a multitude of hues, a warm body pressed against you.

“Morning sweetheart,” voice deep from slumber, Rick rubbed his eyes as he let out a yawn. Stretching in bed before your 5 year old daughter came running into the room.

“Mommy, daddy. It’s Christmas!” She squealed excitedly, waking up the baby that was next door.

“Yeah it is baby, you excited for your presents?” You asked as she rapidly nodded while Rick slid out of the bed.

“I’ll go grab little Digger,” he commented, kissing your forehead and your daughter’s head. Getting up, you went to grab a coffee before the doorbell rang. Moving to open it, you saw Harley’s painted face waiting for you with Nanaue, Cleo, Robert and Abner carrying presents.

“Merry Christmas dollface,” she exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug before running off to see her god daughter.

“Come in guys,” you motioned for them to enter as Rick rounded the corner, your 10 month old in his arms.

“So this is the little guy, huh?” Cleo asked as Sebastian waved a hand at the newborn, earning giggles from the baby.

“Yep, Digger Anthony Flag, meet your family,” Rick lifted up the baby’s arm, making him wave to everyone.

“I’m proud of you guys,” Robert commented, slapping a hand on Rick’s back as everyone shuffled into the living room, Nanaue taking up most of the space.

“Thanks man, it wouldn't have happened without you.”

“Alright, everyone ready for presents?” You asked the room with Harley by your side, Harleen in her arms. Rick placed Digger in Cleo’s arms before walking up to you and bringing you into his side.

“I love you, Mrs. Flag.”

“And I you, Mr. Flag.”

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Groaning, you felt an excruciating pain in your abdomen and a feeling of loss?

“(Y/N), baby, you’re awake,” his tired voice resonated in your ear as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his hand not leaving yours.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” you commented as he sniffled, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to escape.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he noted, petting your hair and placing another kiss on your forehead.

“And leave our kid without a father? I don’t think...”, realization dawned on you at that moment. The sudden feeling of loss and the pain in that general area washed over you as you began crying. “Oh God, the baby is gone, isn’t it?” You asked through tears as he let a couple slip down his face, nodding and trying to smile through the pain. Choking back a sob, you turned your face away from him as tears continued to fall.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, squeezing your hand. Shaking your head, you refused to meet his hazel eyes, “(Y/N), look at me.” Turning your head, your eyes locked onto his as he continued to smooth down your hair.

“We’re alive. We’re both alive. That’s all that matters,” he replied, crawling into the hospital bed with you and pulling you against his chest as you cried into his shirt.

“What if I never get pregnant again?”

“We will. I’ll make sure of it. I’m done with the fucking task force. Waller can find someone else to puppet. But I’m done. You’re done. We’re gonna get married and have a nice house. I’ll get a new job and we’ll figure it out. I promise.” Kissing the top of your head, he wrapped his arms around you as you calmed down.

“I love you,” you whispered against his chest as he hugged you closer.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Author’s Note: Well this was way longer than I intended it to be. But hope you enjoy!!

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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So warm and tender

Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

A/n: Hello! finally the last part of Ember. I hope you guys like it and sorry for making y’all wait so long for the confrontation lol)

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Y/n’s POV

“Aunt Pam?!” you say in shock as you stop struggling against the vine wrapped around your body.

“Y/n, is it really you?” your aunt said as the vine loosened its grip and gently lowered you on the ground. “ Where have you been? Everyone has been going crazy looking for you”

You don’t answer as you look at your aunt. You didn’t realise you missed her as much as you did but now all you want to do is throw yourself in her arms. So you did.Pam, sensing you needed comfort rather than an interrogation, wrapped her arms around you. “I missed so much my Petal.”

With those five words, all the hurt and pain you bottled up came out. and you cried.

As you cried, your aunt looked at the girl she hasn’t seen in eight years, and wondered what she’s been going through and if she did the right thing by giving you to your father all those years ago.

“Petal, I think you need to explain what’s going on”

You look up and sniff, “ Yeah, i think an explanation is well in order.” and you tell her everything. From the years of being ignored by your father, your last argument, the two weeks you spent in captivity, and your new powers.

“ And that’s when I found you.” You finish looking at the grim faces of Pam and the other woman, who now that you think about it looks really familiar.

“Oh, you poor puddin’!” you found your face being squished between two ands and then you were comically pressed against a body in a tight hug.

“Don’tcha worry bout a thing, me and Pammy will take care of everything, you just sit here and---” This seems familiar...

“ Harley, I don’t think she can breathe.” “Oh right, now you remember, it the blonde woman who used to sneak into the apartment”. You think to yourself as you struggle to get loose from her grip. You hear someone snicker and see Danny looking at the commotion.

“ Shut up Danny, where have you been?” You say, forgetting that you’re the only one who can see him.

“Exploring, do you thing she could hug me like that too?”

“ If you weren’t already dead, I’m sure they would kill you for that comment”

Pam and Harley look at each other in concern as it seems like you’re talking to yourself.

“ Hey kid, if you’re gonna talk to yourself, try an’ do it when other people can’t see you, like me.” The blonde says as if someone talking to themselves was a daily occurrence for her. You explain that with your powers, you were basically dead and can speak and see other dead people. Hearing that, Pam’s expression darkened

“He let you die?” she said in a grim tone. All the vines and plants in the room started whipping around angrily as if they were looking for the person who wronged you. It was then when you realized it wasn’t your Auntie Pam who taught you how to plant petunias you were looking at, this was Poison Ivy.

“ Men, you can never trust em’. Well, whadda say little flower, ya up for a little premeditated murder?” and that was the infamous Harley Quinn.

“ It would’ve been nice to know that you’re related to scary criminals y/n....” Danny said in a fearful voice. And if you were being honest you just found out that your aunt Pam was also the Poison Ivy but to be fair you haven’t seen her since you were like eight.

“I don’t want to kill him” you finally say. “ I don’t want anything to do with him. Nor his precious Spiderling.” The plants calm down as Ivy calmed down and was your aunt Pam again. “ What do you want to do?” she asks.

You think to yourself and say,” I want him to know how he made me feel, and then I want to stay with you.” Your aunt and Harley froze when you said that.

“Petal, there is nothing I want more than for you to stay with me again,” She started, “ But it isn’t safe for you to stay.” Your eyes started to water

“But I-I have powers now, I can defend myself! I won’t be any trouble, it’ll be like I’m not even here” At this point, anything was better than going back to being invisible. “Please...I don’t want to go back...”

Hearing the desperation in your voice broke Pams, Harleys, and Danny's heart. Pam because this was the daughter of her closest friend. She vowed to protect you from anything the day you came to her after losing your mother. Seeing you like this just reminded her how she, in her mind, has failed you. Seeing you so desperate to get away from the man who broke your heart reminded Harley of herself. The nights she would sneak into the tiny apartment you shared with Pammy, in hopes of escape only to get drawn back with empty promises. So yeah, she had a small soft spot for you. And Danny, you were the only person who saw him after months of being invisible. He felt like he needed to help you in your mission to get your father regret ignoring you.

“Hey Pammy...maybe we should call him...” Harley started to suggest.

“NO, I’d rather drink weed killer than go to that...orphan collector for help.” the red head spat. “ No. We’ll figure it out but she can stay here for now.”

Hearing that you had a place to call home now, gave you the motivation to go and confront your father. Not only for ignoring you, but for leaving you in that..cell for two weeks. He didn’t even attempt to look for you as far as you knew. You’d have thought at least one of the other Avengers would have came to save you. But no one came. After all those years, no one came.

“Y/n.. your eyes” Danny whispered, his cold hand touching your arm snapped you out of your mind. The neon glow of your eyes faded to your normal e/c.

“ Aunt Pam, Harley is there any way you guys can get me to New York and back?” You ask, finally ready to confront your father.

“ Well....” Harley say as with a smirk

~~~~~~~~~one terrifying ride on a stolen batplane later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Upon arriving to New York you made Pam and Harley wait a few blocks away from the tower, as you really didn’t want the Avengers to find out your aunt was a wanted criminal. You “went ghost” as Danny like to call it and snuck into the Tower with ease. You then snuck into your room, seeing everything covered in a layer of dust as no one has been in there for over two weeks. You packed a bag and filled it with some clothes, books and a picture of you and your mother. You took that bag and walked to the door, looking around at the room that was both you prison and safe space. It was decorated with multiple trophies, medals, and ribbons all from the multiple sports and clubs you joined to impress your father. Not like that ever happened. Danny wander around looking at the multiple teams photos you had hung up.

“ You’re a volleyball girl?” he said, “ Huh. I’d never have had guessed.”

You rolled your eyes as you finished packing. “ Hey I have a job for you.” you say turning to him. “ I need you to go to the control room and turn off the power for thirty minutes. Then turn it back on and come find me in the common room.”

“ Yes ma’am” Danny says, saluting and disappearing through the wall before he comes back. “Ummm, wheres the control room?”

You roll your eyes and explain how to get to the control room and wait. When the lights go out and you’ll make your move. Your father would have to pass through the common room to get to the control room from his lab, which you assume he’ll be. There you’ll be waiting for him.

The lights go out. It’s showtime.

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Tony's POV

The team spent three more days searching for you. They followed every lead and half of the team even flew out to the building that collapsed an hour ago. Tony, Steve, and Natasha stood behind to look at more clues. It was a little past midnight, and both Steve and Natasha went to bed leaving Tony to tinker in his lab. Tony was making improvements to a certain spider suit as he thought about what his daughter said to him before she went missing.

“Sir, there seems to be someone in Y/--” FRIDAY started to say when the power cut out.

“FRIDAY??” Tony questioned as he walked out to check the control room, making sure to get his nano bracelet just incase. As he walked down the hallway he thought about waking up Steve and if he was brave enough to wake Natasha when he heard it.

“Hi daddy.”

Tony stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up in disbelief. The lights turned back on to reveal his daughter. Wearing a black halter top, spandex leggings, grey boots with elbow length gloves. She looked skinny, as if she hadn’t had a proper meal in the weeks she was gone. And for some reason the air was cold in the room. But there she stood.

‘Y/n” Tony said breathlessly.

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Y/n pov

As you wait for Tony to walk in,you look around the common room and reminisce. You think about the time when you first moved in, and you got lost trying to find the bathroom and accidently walked into Natashas room. YOu thought she was going to kill you but ended up walking you to the restroom and back to your room. Or when you made the volleyball team way back in eighth grade, and you ran home to tell your dad but ended up telling the whole team, who were rarely all together, and they all took you out to get ice cream, minus Tony. You had to admit, even though your dad didn’t pay attention to you, Nat and Steve did. As well as the whole team, but those two really became the parental figures in your life. That’s why it hurt when not even they came for you. Even they had forgotten you.

“Hi daddy” you said in a mocking voice. Your father stopped dead in his tracks, as he looked you over in disbelief.

“Y/n”, he said in a breathless voice.

“Oh, you remember my name?” You say in an sarcastic tone. “ Didn’t seem like you did when you left me in a hydra cell for two weeks.”

Hearing that you were a prisoner of Hydra made Tony’s blood freeze.

“Hydra? Oh Y/N are you okay? What did they do to you?” He asked frantically as he walk towards you with the intent of checking if you were injured. You jerk away from him, avoiding his touch and say

“ Oh, I’m wonderful. Just so fucking fantastic. I was just experimented on and injected with various liquids that caused excruciating pain. No big deal”

“ Y/n..we spent days trying to look for you. Me and the team--”

“You and the team what Tony? I was there for two weeks. TWO WEEKS I WAS POKED AND PRODDED. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.” You scream, anger filling your heart as you remember the agony you went through. You think about the scratches on the wall of the cells, the taunts from the guards, and screams of the undead.

“ You have no idea what I went through. What I’m going through.” You say, feeling your body grow colder as you lose control and start to shift. “ You don’t care about me. If I were Parker, you would have saved mem within SECONDS.”

“That's not true. Y/N you have no idea how much I love you.” Tony tries to say. He’s filled with the need to tell you everything he didn’t tell you before. “I know I haven’t always been the best father. Trust me I know that now. But if you give me a chance, I want to make everything right. Please.”

You didn’t think it would go like this. In fact you were not at all prepared for Tony to say this. You expected to walk in on him continuing his life as normal, tinkering in his lab and such. You had always yearned to hear him say those words to you. But now, they just fill you with anger.

“You think you could just tell me what I want to hear and what? I’ll just act like nothing happened?? I know you’re not that stupid.” You spit, the room growing colder as you get angrier. “ It’s too late for all that Tony. I’m not the same girl i was two weeks ago.i won;t take it any longer.”

“Y/n..your eyes” Tony says as he slowly starts to put his gauntlet bracelet on, realising that you are becoming a threat.

“ Oh do you like them?”, You ask “ This is what happened when they injected me. I can also do this.” You shift, shades of blue taking over brown skin. Tony stared at you in awe and a bit of fear.

“ Y/n this isn’t you. I know you’re angry but--” “ Isn’t me?” You interrupt.” You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m like. And even if you did the old me died in that cell. Literally I died” You and Tony stared at each other. and that's when you heard the doors open. Two sets of footsteps started rushing to the commotion.

“Y/N some red head and beefy blonde are on their way” You hear Danny say as you realize you had to wrap it up. If anyone can convince you to stay, it’s Steve and Nat.

“ It doesn’t matter anymore Tony.” you say as you start walking to the window. “ I can’t stay here anymore. There’s nothing for me. You win. Peter can be the child you always wanted cause from now on, consider me dead.” and with that, you phase threw the window and let yourself fall, knowing that you won’t actually fall as you can fly.

Tony freaks out and calls for his suit, only to see a blue blur shoot up and across the sky. Then he just sits there and stares. The footsteps reach the common room and he hears someone ask

“ Stark..what was all the yelling. What's going on?”

“she's gone” He says, and that's when he truly realizes his mistake. He became what he never wanted to become. He became his father. And now you were gone.

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straightouttaneptune · 4 years

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You’ll come with me, won’t you?

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Reader

Warning: It’s different. Joker is a bitch. Reader becomes kind of morally weird as the fic progresses. People die.

Summary: Y/N is a baby psychiatrist, who just started out. Suddenly, she is trusted with the most feared case of all. Harleen Quinzel. Y/N thinks it’ll be good for her career, or will it?

A/N: I couldn’t find a good ending to this for the longest time, I’m so glad I did. Also, this is for my 500 followers fic queue :) Thank you for the love, darlings✨

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“Harleen Quinzel?”

That was a name you’d heard before. That was a name everyone’s heard before, at least once in their lives. But it was not the name that had surprised you, but it was the fact that her name was right there on top of your long patient list.

“Yeah, congrats Y/N. She’s pretty famous around here. Straighten her out and you’ll probably be in the big city in less than a year.” Your colleague, Megan peered into your books over your shoulders and patted your back affectionately.

You were one of the new psychiatrists in the business, and you had been dealing with criminal minors, the less mental mental patients and all the clients that newbies would usually handle. Being fresh out of university after holing up in the labs and libraries, you needed to gain some experience first before taking on the really hard cases.

Or... that’s what you were told.

“C’mon, Meg, you gotta know more than that. Why would they pass her case to me? She’s a rank SS psycho.” You pushed, looking up at her through your lashes in a slightly accusatory manner.

She gave you a look that asked; “Do you really want to know?” And you nodded.

“Well, I heard the other docs, the guys who were like 10, 20, hell, 30 years into the business, they all got their brains scrambled by... this girlie.” Her index finger landed on the profile photo of Harley Quinn, an apologetic look in her eyes.

You rolled your eyes, not necessarily at Megan, but at whoever it was that tried to deal this card to you. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“It’s cruel, but you can always turn it down, y’know?” Megan set her books aside, her left arm cradling your slumped shoulders.

“Yeah... But I might not.”

Megan’s dropped gaze snapped back up, her eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s a good way to kick-start my career, I guess.”

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“Hello, new doc.” The moment you entered the room, you regretted making this decision immediately. Harley Quinn sat in a big contraption-looking chair, her hands and feet shackled onto the armrests and legs of the seat. Her platinum blonde hair was untied and unkempt, its bottoms still dyed red and blue, although it seemed to have faded over time.

The only thing dividing the space between you and Harley was a metallic table bolted on the floor, wide enough so even if Harley broke off her arm shackles and reached for you, she wouldn’t be able to touch you. You swallowed your nerves and entered the room with a confident stride, smiling sweetly at the guards as they closed the door with eyes of concern.

“Hello, Miss Quinzel.” You thanked heavens that your words came out right, especially in front of a woman who could sniff out people’s fears from thousands of miles away.

“You’re the first girl I’ve had.” She mused, her eyes twinkling with mischief. But the light in her eyes has lost its original color, you thought. She looked much more lively in photos taken way back then. When she was just a psychiatrist.

“Hm. I guessed that it would be nice to have some heart to heart, female to female.” You reassured your anxious self calmly in your head, repeating the words ‘you got this, Y/N.’

“Do you know why I’m here, and not... Damien? Who usually comes in for your check-ups?” Stowing your clipboard away on your lap, you continued.

“Yeah. Before him was another guy, then a grandpa and just... a buncha stupid-lookin’ guys. But I didn’t like them.” She replied as if it was the most simple thing in the world. The files back in the company would argue differently. Every single guy, either was tormented by her psychotic attacks or totally gone insane from her mental tricks.

“Are you going to do the same thing to me?” You asked, not really knowing what answer to expect. Your eyes remained soft, a small smile gracing your lips as you waited for her answer.

“No. I like ya.” She answered quickly, shrugging and adverting her gaze away to look down at her shackles. “Can I sit down like you?” She shook her wrist lightly, the chains rattling against the armrest.

“Maybe next time, Miss Quinzel.”

“There’s a next time? Yeah!”

You internally smiled to yourself, what a successful human being she would’ve been if not for a man like Joker to ruin her life. Right then, you vowed to whatever higher power was out there, that you’d get Harley Quinn to break free from his spell.

The people in your office were surprised, to say the least, that you were able to keep up your visits to the prison, and that an amateur therapist like you could get the queen of Gotham in a tight little leash. You didn’t like to think about it like that, but rather that she trusts you better than any of the others.

The weekly visits became 2 days a week, and from weeks of good behavior, Harley was allowed to be without handcuffs during her sessions now. You weren’t afraid she’d leap up and strangle you, because of some sort of connection the two of you formed after all those times spent together.

“Hey doc, why can’t you visit me more ‘round here?” Harley pouted, interrupting the current therapy session with an abrupt comment.

You looked up from your clipboard, dumbfounded. Why would she want to have you around more?

“Harley, I’m just your therapist.” You tapped the end of your pencil against the material of the clipboard, locking eyes with the woman. Anyone could see that she was starting to look better, particularly her eyes. They looked more human, compared to the hollow shell they used to be.

“I know, Y/N. But I’ve been doin’ some thinkin. It’s pretty fuckin clear that Mister J isn’t coming for me, and the suicide squad was probably just a one-time thing. And... You’re all I have.” She admitted, slowly sliding down from her pipe chair and laying down on the concrete floor.

The wooden chair you sat on scraped against the hard floor as you pushed it back. Standing up from your seat, you walked over to her in 3 steps. You kneeled down beside her, her skin just inches away from you. “Do you want a hug?” You questioned quietly, your voice softer and more inviting than usual. Harley felt this too, sitting up in a millisecond just as the offer left your lips.

“Yeah.” She almost crawled over to you, her arms wrapping around your neck desperately. That would’ve been terrifying if it was out of context, but she actually wasn’t trying to kill you. She genuinely just wanted a warm embrace.

You felt her slender torso tighten and loosen as if she was trying to repress a sob. Hand carefully sliding over her back, you whispered; “Let it out.”

And she did.

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Time flew by as you continued to work on her case, and you fell into the worst situation a psychiatrist could possibly be in while working. You grew emotionally invested in your client. As a friend, who cared for her well being and happiness.

Maybe... even more.

You still didn’t know if you could trust her though, you managed to keep a cool head and your mind was rational, but that only confirmed the fact that Harley wasn’t playing any tricks on you. That you were genuinely becoming attached to the beautiful prisoner.

Harley, on the other hand, did intend on ruining you at first. Make them run back to where they came from crying, so no one would disturb her again while she waited for her puddin.

But it was all starting to feel different with you.

“Hey, doc?” Harley called out from inside her electric cage. She was being a little bit mischievous that day, and she pulled an armed guard against the buzzing bars when he wasn’t looking. He probably died, she guessed.

But she didn’t like that she couldn’t be near you during your sessions. So a man died, big deal!

“Can you let me out?” She pleaded in the sweetest voice she could muster, calling out to you who was currently propped up on the usual desk, writing down some notes on your clipboard.

“No, Harley. I don’t have the keys to your cell.” You replied without looking up, but you could imagine the cute pout that Harley had when you denied her of something.

“But would you open it if you did?” You looked up at that question, seeing her smiling from ear to ear now, anticipation glowing in her eyes.

“Maybe. I know you won’t hurt me.” You smiled back at her, watching her facial expression carefully. How would she react if you showed some warm friendliness towards her? Could she possibly return to the life she used to have?

“Maybe I will, doc. You don’t know what goes on in here.” Harley leaped up to her cloth swing she’d made for herself, her now almost completely platinum hair draping down her back.

“I hope you won’t hurt me, then.”

You couldn’t forget that split second where Harley’s eyes looked more humane than it ever has been for many, many years.

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“Warning. Warning. Escape Attempt in Sector 9H11.”

The sound of the speaker and the blasting alarm merged together in a chorus of chaos, guards and officers running around to stop whoever the escapee was.

It was 9:30AM and you were just about to enter the asylum for your shift, when this sudden noise almost blasted your ears off. Before you could process what was happening, a bomb went off right next to you, making you scream and clutch your head as you ducked.

The debris fell everywhere along with broken pieces of concrete, and you just stayed there trying to collect your thoughts. Right when a random hand grabbed you by your wrist.

“Hi, doc. I was lookin’ for ya. You’ll come with me, won’t you?” Harley pulled you to the side, hiding the two of you behind a few bushes. Her eyes were electric making you realize that the true “Harleen Quinzel” you’ve been trying to look for is right in front of you now.

“Yeah. Yeah, I will.” You didn’t hesitate to take her outreached hand. Your mind had already been made up since the first time you laid your eyes on her.

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Who Needs Enemies - Chapter Three: The First Night

It's never easy staying still. But soon enough, boredom will be the least of everyone's worries.

Jerome Valeska x Harleen Quinzel, Jeremiah Valeska x Harleen Quinzel

SERIES MASTERLIST ~ MASTERLIST ~ CHAPTER TWO

Warnings: Violence

Another month went by with no word from Jerome.

So I let myself relax. I’d done my part, now it’s time to wait.

A hot chocolate, a pile of blankets, Puddin’ by my side, and a dumb movie. A moment to sit back and not worry about the rest of the world for once.

Then the phone begins to ring.

I try to ignore it, letting it ring into silence. Then it starts again. Groaning in annoyance, I pick it up, ready to shout at whoever is disturbing my peace.

“What?” “It’s Jim Gordon.” I sit up, confused. “Hi, Jim. What’s up?” “Where are you?” He sounds panicked. Behind his voice, people are shouting. “At home…” “Jerome has escaped from Arkham.” It’s happening. “He broke out, along with Tetch and Scarecrow and hundreds of others.” “And you think he might come after me.” “Yes. You need to stay in your house.” A car door slams and an engine revs. “Lock the doors and windows, hide.” “Okay, I will.” Not. “Thank you.” “Stay safe.”

As soon as Jim hangs up the phone is ringing again. This time with a familiar number.

“Jerome!” “The one and only.” A grin bursts onto my face at the sound of his voice. “Where are you?” “About. Look, did you get the address?” “Yeah, hold on.” I scramble up from the sofa and upstairs to the study. There’s a file sitting there with everything I managed to find. “He owns a restaurant in the East Side.” “Perfect.” His smile is audible. “I’m coming to get you – just need to pay dear old Zach a visit.” “Okay. I’ll be ready.”

I’ve been ready for an hour. Puddin’ has plenty of food and water and I have a bag packed with some extra clothes. For once I’m dressed appropriately for going on the run: combat boots, jeans, and a sturdy leather jacket – no more uniforms.

Waiting was torture so I’m pacing up and down the stairs. Every creak of the floorboards makes me jump. I guess I’m a little on edge.

I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I can’t tell if I’m thrilled or terrified. Maybe both.

“Boo.”

I scream and spin around, striking the figure across the face. Jerome stumbles into the wall and clutches his now-red cheek. “Hello to you too.” His voice is hoarse. “Shit. I’m sorry.” I do genuinely feel bad, but I also can’t help giggling at the offence on his face. Luckily he sees the humour in it too – as always.

But when he stands up, his face entering the light, I gasp. His face and neck are burnt, coated with a sticky substance. Soup.

“I’m guessing that means you saw your uncle?” I try not to overreact. Knowing Jerome, he doesn’t care about the injuries. “Yup. But he was waiting.” “Maybe Jim got in contact – he called me right before you did.” “Oh really?” He tilts his head, eyes narrowing. “What did you tell him?” “That I would lock the doors and hide.” I narrow my eyes back at him. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking.

At least until he breaks out laughing. “Good for you, Harls. I’ll make a criminal out of you yet.” He steps closer and takes my face in his hands, but before he can lean in I pull back. He pouts, clearly frustrated. “I am not kissing you until you’re fixed up.”

I take his hand and lead the way downstairs to the bathroom, smirking at his childish whine of “Fine.”

After spending hours with the lights off, turning on the light to the bathroom is almost blinding. But it also reveals that Jerome’s burns aren’t as bad as they first appeared. I pull out a first aid kit and look up at him.

“You’re too tall.” “You’re too short.” He counters. “No, I mean… I can’t get a good angle.” “Here.” Without warning, he grabs my waist and swings me round to sit on the counter so we’re almost face to face. “Is that good enough?” “Just about.” I begin cleaning the burns – just like old times. They’ll heal quickly. Jerome stands between my legs, watching me work. “You know, I can treat things other than burns. I wouldn’t mind a bit of variety.” “Am I boring ya’, Harls?” “Not yet.” I wink at him. “But you should be careful.” “Not really my style.” “I noticed. Now, open.” I tap on his chin and he obeys, with a roll of his eyes. The inside of his mouth and throat are red and sore. I grab a spray and use as much as I dare, holding Jerome’s jaw so he can’t squirm away. He tries to speak but it comes out garbled. “What was that?” I tease. He grabs my hand and forces me to release his jaw. “We need to get going. The Hatter got into a bit of trouble.” “Well, you’re all done.” I close the box and slide it away from me. “Let’s go.”

But instead of stepping back, Jerome places his hands either side of me, keeping me on the counter. “I think you promised me something, Harls.” He growls, his eyes dark and a smirk on his face. “I think I might have.” I grin and press my lips to his, revelling in the feeling. His hands grab my neck, holding me close, burning hot against my skin. I let myself fall into the kiss, closing my eyes and forgetting everything else but Jerome. “I thought,” I murmur against him, “I thought we had to go.”

He groans but pulls away, letting me jump down. “Unfortunately, we do. But first,” I raise an eyebrow, “I need a new look.”

We meet Scarecrow at the side of a quiet road that passes under the train tracks. He greets us with a solemn nod, dark eyes examining Jerome and me. To be honest, he freaks me out. His piercing stare sends a shiver down my spine.

“So, what’s the plan?” “Stop the van, get rid of the driver, head to Penguin’s.” Jerome shrugs as though it’s simple. “It’s nice to know your planning skills… remain the same.” I roll my eyes. “Come on, Harls. Three of us versus one cop?” He throws an arm around my shoulder. “What could go wrong?” “Let’s remember that I’m the only one here who hasn’t been arrested.” My eyes shift from Jerome back to Scarecrow. “No offence.” “None taken.” He rasps.

I’m about to respond when Jerome grabs the collar of my jacket and pulls me into the shadow of the buildings. The van is here. It rumbles up the road, jolting and coughing smoke.

When it’s just about to reach us Scarecrow steps forward, a dark silhouette in the centre of the tarmac. The van screeches to a halt mere inches from him. The driver steps out, angry and confused, and is greeted with a spray of gas from Scarecrow’s glove. In an instant, his face is consumed by terror and he runs off screaming. Jerome and I join Scarecrow, rounding the side of the van. The doors swing open to reveal Jervis Tetch wearing a metal mask, his eyes wide with excitement.

Jerome hoists himself up surprisingly gracefully. “How’d you like the new threads?” Stepping forward, he begins to detach the contraption from Jervis’ face. “Aw, speechless, I know.” It pulls away with a hiss. Scarecrow climbs up through the doors and I follow him, trying to suppress the feeling that I am completely out of my depth. As Scarecrow steps around Jerome to speak to Jervis, Jerome turns and winks at me.

Jervis and Scarecrow are speaking to each other. Distracted by Jerome, I only manage to catch the end of Jervis speaking: “I must confess, pure joy in besting Jimmy boy with our ploy!” He giggles as he speaks – Jerome may be insane, but this man is unhinged. “Yeah, yeah, you did a great job keeping Gordon occupied.” Jerome waves a hand at him dismissively. “Meanwhile, Crane got his fear gas, I got my information and my girl.” Jervis and Scarecrow’s eyes both fix on me. Show no fear. “And everything is going according to my plan. But, no time to palaver gentlemen. We have fish to fry.” He does a half turn, then looks back at them. “And, by fish, I mean faces… or feet.” He seems to be thinking long and hard, then waves his arms with a laugh. “Something fun to fry!”

Jumping down, he offers me his hand and I take it – even though the slight jump is nothing – joining him on the ground. “Buckle up.” He slams the doors and leads the way to the front of the van. I sit myself in the driver's seat, ready to go. “Oh, no way. My turn to drive.” I roll my eyes but slide over anyway. “Honestly, you crash a motorbike one time and no one trusts you with a vehicle again.” “Seems reasonable to me.” I shove his shoulder. “All aboard!” The engine rumbles to life and we speed off, Jerome’s gleeful cackling trailing behind us.

We pull up outside of an old building beside a sign reading ‘St Ignatius School for the Gifted’.

“Hang on, I know this place.” I lean out of the passenger side door and look up at the familiar building. “You do?” “Yeah,” I glance back towards Jerome, “I was supposed to be transferring here before we left Gotham.” “You little genius, you.” He ruffles my hair condescendingly. “That means you can give us the tour.” “Why are we here?” “Revenge, Harls. Revenge.”

We leave Scarecrow behind to keep watch while Jerome, Jervis and I sneak through the hallways. Nothing has changed in the six years since I was last here – a few more awards in the display case maybe.

Soft light glows from under the door to the headmaster’s office.

Jerome kicks it open, making the man inside scream. “Please don’t hurt me!” He whimpers, backing into the corner and away from an open filing cabinet. “Oh, hush.” Jerome waves a hand dismissively. “You know why I’m here.” “No, no, I don’t.” He shakes his head, tears welling in his eyes. “Please just leave.” “You’re really making this more difficult than it needs to be.” Jerome pulls out a pistol and spins it by the trigger haphazardly. “Xander Wilde.” “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” “You know there’s no need for this,” Jervis interjects. “Yeah, but this is the fun way.” Jerome grins as he points the gun at the headmaster’s head, inducing another flood of tears. “Harleen, mind taking a look through that filing cabinet there?” “Sure.” I step forward and begin rifling through the files. “Xander Wilde?” He nods. “And I thought I had the prize for the weirdest name in Gotham.” “It’s a close competition.” Jerome chuckles. I find the file quickly and pull it out. “Good girl.” “Please just leave.” The headmaster begs. “Oh, we’ll be leaving. Just one more thing.” Jerome steps aside to make room for Jervis, who pulls out a pocket watch. As Jerome grabs the file from me and leads the way out, Jervis begins to speak.

“Anything to report?” Jerome calls to Scarecrow who’s skulking beside the van. “Nothing at all. I take it the mission was successful?” Jerome waves the file and winks. “More than. Let’s get going.”

As we get in, Jervis appears, joining Scarecrow in the back. “Are we good?” “He won’t be bothering us.” Jervis smiles through the wire separating us. The van speeds off again, this time in the direction of Penguin’s mansion. I can see the faint glow of dawn in the distance. Jerome tosses the file onto my lap and nods at it. I pick it up. “So who’s Xander Wilde?” “Just read it out.”

I flick it open. The first page holds all the basic information. Name, date of birth, parents, and so on. The space where there would normally be a photo is blank. “Xander Wilde, 24 years old. Started at the school fourteen years ago and graduated valedictorian. GPA of -” My eyes widen at the number. “- Oh shit. Wow.” “Keep going.” “Top of all his classes, teachers thought the world of him. Quiet, studious, perfect student by all accounts.” I make a face. “Can’t relate.” Jerome gives me a look which I return. “Don’t look at me like that; I was smart, not a good student.” “Sure.” He doesn’t sound like he believes me. “Where is he now?” “Ummm…” I rifle through the pages of reports, of straight A’s, of extracurriculars. “He went to college, graduated and now… He’s working for an engineering company, Meyer and Hayes.” I drop the file and frown at Jerome. “Who is this guy?” “Let’s just say he betrayed me.” He refuses to make eye contact with me. “And he’s going to regret that.” “Okay.” I shrug – there’s no point interrogating him. If it’s to do with his uncle, it must be something big. Realising how tired I actually am, I suppress a yawn. My eyelids begin to drop, and despite my struggles to stay alert, I find myself falling asleep.

The world around me is burning.

I’m trapped in a room with no doors or windows, surrounded by flame. As I spin round, panicking, looking for a way to escape, the walls start closing in. Slowly at first, but as they get closer they speed up.

“Help!” I scream. But there’s no one to hear. “Please!” I fall to the ground, my knees knocking against the floor. “I don’t want to die!”

“Harleen!” My head flies up at the somewhat familiar voice. “Hello?” “It’s me!” A figure in front of me. He’s silhouetted by the fire. “Please help me!” It doesn’t matter who it is. I need to survive.

He kneels down and his face is hit by light: Bruce. At the sight of him, I feel myself ache with guilt. Why is he helping me? Why is he so good?

“Come on.” He offers me his hand.

I reach out to take it, but before I can make contact a splitting pain shoots through me. It’s as though I’m being pulled apart.

“Bruce!” “Harleen!” This time it’s Jerome’s voice coming from Bruce’s mouth. The pain only gets worse. I fall to the floor, writhing in agony. “Harleen!” His voice is far away, and yet right beside me at the same time.

“Harleen!”

Someone is shaking me. My eyes snap open and I lash out. Jerome is prepared for the attack this time, grabbing my hand before it can make contact with his face. “We’re here.”

I look around, seeing that the sun has almost risen and we’re parked outside of the mansion. “Oh.” I try to rub the sleep from my eyes, but I’m still exhausted. “Did I snore?” “Only a bit.” Jerome chuckles. “What about talking?” Hopefully, my dream stayed inside my subconscious. I don’t want to explain that to Jerome. “Nothing really.” He frowns, almost worried, but I smile, trying to convince us both that everything is fine. “Cool. Let’s go.” I slide out of the van and stride into the mansion. It doesn’t take Jerome long to catch up. “Where did the others go?” He shrugs. “They’re about.” A tall man is standing waiting for us. “Mr Cobblepot has instructed me to show you to your rooms.” He’s stiff, clearly anxious in Jerome’s presence. “Look, you go ahead.” He squeezes my shoulders and pushes me forward slightly. “I need to talk to Penguin.” “But I want to help.” I protest – even though I know he’s right. “You’re no help if you’re snoring.” “Fine. Don’t get killed again.” “No promises.” I glare at him over my shoulder as I follow the man up the stairs until Jerome is out of sight.

When we get to the room, I say thank you and immediately lock the door.

Next, the curtains. No light allowed.

I dump my bag on the bed and pull out a top, changing quickly and collapsing into bed, letting sleep overwhelm me.

CHAPTER FOUR

#jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska #harleen quinzel #gotham #jerome valeska x harleen quinzel #jeremiah valeska x harleen quinzel #joker #the joker #harley quinn

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dcnatural · 4 years

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Trouble

Word Count: 1987

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Joker

Rating: Mature

Synopsys: Harley reevaluates her relationship choices.

A/N: I’m tagging this as Jarley, but although they are the main couple in this fic, I wouldn't say it’s pro-jarley, as their relationship is portrayed in pretty bad light.

Tears ran down her cheeks as he dragged her upstairs, gloved fingers wrapped tightly around one of her pigtails, pulling her forward and causing her scalp to ache. She trotted behind him, biting her lip to suppress her pain. He kicked the bedroom door open and forced her inside.

“Mistah J!” Harley cried out as she stumbled forward, falling to the wooden floor and landing at the feet of the bed.

The Joker stood before her, fists on his hips, glaring down at her with those intense green eyes. His long green hair clung together with sweat in an awkward side bang. There was blood splattered all over his purple suit, but none of that seemed to ruin the smile on his face. His mouth was curled in a grin, flashing his pearly white teeth, with red lipstick smeared carelessly on his lips. Or perhaps it was blood, Harley couldn’t tell the difference.

He bent at the waist, face hovering over hers. “You stupid little minx,” he howled. “Look at what you did!” he tilted his head to the side, flashing her the long scratch a batarang had made on his cheek.

Batman had been aiming at her, but Harley had jumped out of the way at the last second, causing the sharp edges of the batarang to scrape Joker’s skin.

“I’m sorry, puddin, I really am,” she whimpered.

He snarled as he backhanded her, his gold ring cutting her lower lip. He leaned over, tongue darting out to lap at the blood pooling on the side of her mouth. He groaned satisfied and pulled away, picking her up with ease as if she weighed nothing. It would cease to amaze her how much strength he had despite his thin body and overall lack of muscles.

The Joker carried her over to the couch, or what was left of it. Yellow foam spilled out from holes on the sofa’s seat, the cushions were torn with use and there were burn marks of cigarettes. He sat down and straddled her, his fingers tangling in her blond hair to tilt her head up so he could kiss her passionately.

“Harley, Harley, you drive me crazy,” he said, running his thumb along her swollen lips. “But I need you too damn much, and you need me too, don’t you? After all, what’s a harlequin without a king?”

In the pale glow of the moonlight, his skin gleamed silverish and each droplet of sweat sparkled before Harley’s eyes. The Joker stared at her with his gray eyes, darkened with lust, reading deep into her soul, discovering her every thought and desire. She sighed dreamingly, loving the attention he was giving her, she lived for these sparse moments of tenderness, a lost oasis of soft words and gestures in the middle of a desert of violence.

Then she spotted something out of the corner of her eye and she couldn’t care less about the Joker. Fallen beneath the wardrobe, a pair of pink plastic sunglasses scattered pink tinted light on the floor. Her sunglasses, forgotten in that motel room two months ago, on the last night she had seen Ivy. Sometimes, she regretted her choice, wondering how different her life would be if she had been strong enough to let go of the Joker and follow her heart.

His fist made contact with her already bruised cheek, a crackle resonating in the room. Her entire body seemed to ache from the impact and she felt dizzy. She sobbed weakly, trying to hide how much it had actually hurt.

“Stupid girl! I was talking to you!”

“I’m sorry, Mistah J. I-- I got distracted by your eyes,” she stuttered, the lie coming easily to her.

He placed a kiss on the flushed skin and took her hand between his. “Oh, my sweet Harley. You know I get all worked up sometimes,” he said with a maniac laugh. “Let’s just forget this and sleep, I’m tired from all that killing.”

She nodded and, after a quick visit to the bathroom, followed him to the bed. He was sprawled over the mattress, leaving her just a tiny space to squeeze herself in. He tossed an arm over her chest and pulled her body against his before falling asleep, his peaceful snores filling the room.

Harley, however, couldn’t fall asleep. Her eyes wandered the room, from the scratched wall to the cracked ceiling and the broken mirror in the bathroom. The heavy smell of alcohol emanated from the floorboard and from the mattress, as if someone had spilled drinks all over them. The motel seemed to have been through a lot since the last time she was there.

A dark cloud crossed the sky, blocking the little light that had been coming through and blinding her. All she could see now was the faint silhouette of her boyfriend, who hugged her in a possessive grip.

Why did he choose this place as a hideout? Does he knows about me and Ivy? That was Harley’s worst fear. If the Joker figured out what had happened between her and Ivy in that very bed, he would unleash his fury on both girls, and the thought of Ivy being hurt made Harley want to scream. Maybe I should leave, she pondered as she massaged the area where he had punched her. Go find Ivy and then we could run away, to some uninhabited island where she could build us a treehouse and we would live happily ever after. She chuckled at the idea. It’s too late, she must hate me now.

The sun began to rise on the horizon and Harley was still awake. Despite her tiredness, her brain was too alert for her to sleep. Her injuries ached more as the time passed and the memories from that night weeks ago burned fresh in her mind.

Just as the first rays of sunlight penetrated the room, Harley sighed and slipped out of Joker’s grasp, careful as to not wake him. In the bathroom, she faced her reflection in the shattered mirror. There were bruises scattered all over her milky white skin, purple and green marks, its colors fitting perfectly with the ones of their creator. Her make-up was ruined, mascara trailing down her cheeks and her lipstick had been completely washed off. There was dried blood on the corner of her mouth and her hair had fallen off the pigtails during the night, becoming a tangled mess on top of her head.

She cleaned her face and inspected the swells and cuts, applying princess-themed band-aids on the larger ones. Staring at her image, seeing all the damage the Joker had done, mentally and physically, Harley finally made up her mind to leave. For Ivy, but above that, for herself. She took a deep breath, gathering up her courage before stepping out of the bathroom.

She didn’t look to the bed where the Joker still slept, afraid that seeing him might make her change her decision. Instead, she kept her eyes to the floor as she moved around the room, collecting her few belongings as well as the money bags from the previous day’s robbery. She picked her lost sunglasses from the floor and put them on, letting her world become rose-colored.

Before she could give another step towards the door, she was slammed against the wall, her back hitting the hard surface and sending a wave of pain through her body, causing her to drop the bags, which fell to the floor, scattering all of its contents. “Where do you think you are going?” the Joker hissed in her ear, his large frame keeping her pinned in place.

She opened her mouth to reply, but the words seemed stuck on her throat and she found herself unable to speak.

He grabbed her neck and banged her head against the wall causing her vision to become blurry. “Answer me! Damn it! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING!”

“I’m leaving, Mistah J!”, she said, pushing him back. “For realsies.”

The words felt like a slap on his face. He could hear the determination in her voice and, somehow, he was sure that if he let her go, he would never have her again. “You’re lea-- leaving?”

She nodded once and tears sprang to his eyes. “You can’t leave me! You need me!”, he shouted, gripping her wrist tightly and pulling her violently towards him. His nails dug into her skin, forming crescent shaped cuts. She frowned in a mix of anger and pity, and, with a sudden move, kneed him between the legs. He let out a long groan of agony and released her, falling to the ground.

“No, Mistah J. You need me . I don’t need you,” she said before turning her back to him and, without bothering to retrieve her belongings, she took off to the door.

As she pulled the doorknob, Joker’s slender fingers closed around her ankle and she glanced back to see him crawling up to her. “You are mine , Harley!” his voice came out as an animalistic growl and she shivered. Without thinking further, she raised the free leg and stomped over his wrist. There was the distinguished noise of bones breaking and he cried out in pain.

She slipped out of the bedroom as fast as she could, running down the hallway. She came to a stop in an intersection, unsure of which corridor would lead to the stairs. She closed her eyes and, wobbling her finger in the mid air between the two paths, started chanting. “Ee-ny, mee-ny, mi-ny, mo. Catch a ti-ger by the…”

“Think twice before you give another step, Harley. It just might be your last,” he warned, coming up behind her and interrupting her rhyme.

She turned slowly, jaw dropping at the sight of the bomb in his hand. He calmly turned the crank connected to the box, the soft melody echoing in the hallway.

“You pop that and we are both gonners,” Harley said, indicating the explosive mechanism in his hand.

He smiled mischievously. “You are the love of my life, if I can’t have you, no one can. I won’t let you leave me, at least this way we die together.”

“I don’t get it! You have tossed me aside so many times and you didn’t even miss me, but now I say I’m done suddenly I’m the love of your life?”

“YOU don’t get to call the quits, I do! I’m the Joker! No one breaks up with me!”

She rolled her eyes and shouted. “Fine. So blow us up, it’s better than to be stuck with your narcissistic ass for the rest of my life!”

He snarled and began to spin the crank. She didn’t waste a second before running, not caring which path she chose, as long as it was away from him. His laugh crackled maniacally throughout the hallway and she sighed in relief as she reached the staircase.

The motel shook from the explosion, large blocks of cement crumbling and the floor catching fire easily, with no sprinklers to ease the flames. Frantic screams came from the rooms, but most guests found themselves blocked by collapsed parts of the building.

Smoke filled the lobby, as the lucky ones to have been able to escape ran pass the front door and into the streets. People scrambled and shoved each other in an attempt to get away from the raging flames, and bodies toppled to the floor, one after another. Amidst the smoke, a single silhouette remained, her athletic body stepping over the fallen with ease.

Wielding a broken piece of the handrail as a bat, Harley Quinn emerged through the front door, just as the first floor ceiling caved in.

She giggled and pushed her sunglasses back in place. “Well, that was a spectacle, wasn’t it? I’d love to stay for more, but I have a date. Nice knowing you all.”

#Joker/Harley #jarley #Harley Quinn #joker #Harleen Quinzel #Joker x Harley Quinn #dc #one shot

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jasons-exposedspine · 4 years

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Mt Way Out Chapter 3

Summary: Carl comes to the sanctuary.

Warnings: swearing, violence that's it.

Authors note: i know this may seem rushed and it kinda was cuz i just wanted to get this part over and done with. It was pissing me the fuck off so i just started to quickly write it. sorry if it sucks.

Relationship: Negan x Reagan (MY!!! OC

She grabbed her bat from the couch and followed Negan down the hall to her room, she felt a little fuzzy from the whiskey. As she walked through the door she turned to him with a smile on her face “thanks for tonight puddin.” Negan mirrored her smile “my fucking pleasure sugar now sleep tight.” He turned on his heels and walked back to his room, Reagan shut the door to her room. She she hung her sword on the bed head and leaned Damien against the bed head as well.

She put her boots next to her bed, she took out her braids and brushed her hair. She took her jeans off, and took her bra off then put on a clean grey t-shirt. She walked over to the bed and got under the covers and lied there staring at the white ceiling. Negan was lying in bed staring at the ceiling, he was thinking about Lucille but then Reagan flooded his thoughts. Negan had flooded Reagan’s thoughts and they made her toss and turn. But she finally had fallen asleep whereas Negan alone in his room couldn’t sleep.

Two days later.

what happened,

Carl had come to the sanctuary and Reagan knew what his intentions were, to kill Negan but that didn’t work out. First Negan wanted to show Carl his wives, Reagan didn’t care but the wives all gave her looks. Negan asked Carl to follow him to his room, when they got in Negan asked Carl to expose his missing eye. He also asked him to sing a song both of these things were to make up for Carl killing two saviours.

After that Reagan followed them down stairs to man named Mark tied to a chair. He had the iron to the face because him and Amber one of Negan’s wives were sneaking around. Reagan followed them back up to Negan’s room and she just stayed outside of his room with her sword on her back. She left Damien in her room, they both came out of the room and walked downstairs and Negan ordered his men to get the trucks.

Now,

Reagan sat on the stairs outside Ricks house waiting for Negan as he was inside eating spaghetti with Carl, Judith and Olivia. Arat stood a few meters from her with her back to her and a few of the other saviours stood watch. Reagan was cleaning her sword with an old rag that she had gotten from her house. There was dried walker blood on the usually shiny blade from her killing four walkers at the gate. She had left her own bat back at the sanctuary she never did that before she didn’t know why she left it she just felt she had to. She had the feeling that maybe she was starting to move on but how? she had only known Negan for almost a week.

She was starting to like him but how could she? he had killed her friends but then she thought about the satellite outpost. She was snapped out of her thoughts when Spencer walked up to Arat and asked her if he could talk to Negan. Reagan hated Spencer so she put down the rag and stood up, she straightened her shirt and put her sword back in its sheath. Spencer looked at her with questioning eyes when suddenly came the sound of Negan’s deep voice.

“Don’t be an asshole Arat let the man fucking pass’’ Reagan turned and looked up into his hazel coloured eyes. She noticed that he was rid of his leather jacket with showed his tattoos and he had shaved off his beard with made him look even more handsome. Reagan walked up the two wooden steps of the house and stood a near breath away from Negan. “I would be careful with him he’s and asshole and he wants Rick dead” she whispered. Negan gave her a toothy smile “don’t fucking worry i can already tell, by the way you look fucking amazing today you’re practically fucking glowing.”

She giggled and she felt her cheeks heat up at the comment but just as she was about to say something Spencer cleared his throat. She immediately felt herself getting pissed off so she turned around and gave Spencer her death stare as she walked down the two steps.

Reagan stood next to Arat as she heard Negan and Spencer talking about whatever they were talking about. She turned around when she heard Negan getting out of his chair and taking his leather jacket off the back of it. He slipped it on leaving it unzipped and picking up Lucille in his hand, he ordered his men to get the pool table from the garage in the large house across the street. The pool table was set in the middle of the street in front of Ricks house with Negan and Spencer both standing around it. Lucille was leaned against the table as they both took turns at hitting the eight ball. Reagan stood further away from them not wanting to get in the way. Some of Alexandria including Rosita, Gabriel, Tara and Eugene watched Negan with a careful eye.

Rosita looked at Reagan with disgust in her eyes but Reagan could see in her eyes that she had planned something. Reagan turned to look at Negan and Spencer and Negan looked like his patience was on thin ice. Negan got up in his face and said with a wide smile “you know what i think cuz i have a guess it’s cuz you’ve got no guts.” Negan suddenly pulled his hunters knife from it sheath and stabbed Spencer right in the gut. Everyone around them gasped including Reagan, Negan slid the knife along Spencers gut. His intestines came spilling out and fresh ruby coloured blood.

Reagan felt rage run through her veins so she put her hand on the hilt of her sword on her back. Suddenly without warning Rosita pulled out a gun, Reagan’s eyes widened “Rosita no!” she yelled. But it was no use Rosita pulled the trigger But it missed him and hit Lucille denting her wood permanently. Negan turned Lucille around to see the bullet in her wood “what the shit!” he yelled. Arat pinned Rosita on the ground “what the shit you shot Lucille”he yelled down at her “she got in the way” Rosita replied.

“Lucille’s beautiful smooth surface is never gonna look the fucking same so why should your’s.” Reagan could see that he was overflowing with anger “Arat hold that knife up on that girls face.” Reagan didn’t like Rosita but she had to do something “Negan no just let it go” Reagan said with the best sad face she could give. She could of sworn she saw his eyes soften but he didn’t listen but deep down he wanted to listen to her. He bent down and picked up the bullet casing “is this bad boy made from scratch who made this?.” “It was me i made it” Rosita said poorly convincing him “see now i just think you’re fucking lying and you lying to me nope!.”

“It was me” Rosita said with the knife that was held up to her face cutting into the right side of her face. “Oh you are such a badass!’’ Negan said with a wolfish grin on his face “Arat kill somebody.” Arat pulled out her gun as Rosita yelled that it was her and shot Olivia right in the face. Reagan pulled out her sword as Rick walked up to the group holding up Aron whose face was bloody and bruised. Rick looked like he would kill anybody that got in his way “we had an agreement” Rick said angrily walking up to Negan. “Rick, look everybody it’s Rick man your people are making me lose my voice doing all this yelling.”

“Your kid he snuck into one of my fucking trucks and machine gunned two of my men down and i brought him home safe and fucking sound.” Rick turned around and looked at Carl noticing his exposed missing eye “and i fucking fed him spaghetti.” “Just go” Rick said angrily “well sure Rick right after i find the guy or gal that made this bullet” Negan said holding up the bullet. “Arat!” Negan yelled and she pointed her gun at Aron and Eric Reagan stood infant of them. Reagan held up her sword “you leave them the fuck alone” Reagan yelled. “It was me!” Tara yelled, Arat pointed her gun at her.

“No it wasn’t” came the voice of Eugene who was shaking like a leaf and Rosita looked like she could kill him. Negan strutted over to Eugene with a huge grin on his face, Eugene started muttering all this science stuff. “Shut the fuck up” Negan said angrily, Negan turned away holding Lucille in front of his face. “Lucille give me strength” he said

with his eyes closed “i’m gonna be relieving you of you bullet maker Rick.” Negan turned back around “your shits waiting for you at the gate just get it and go” Rick said with a look of pure rage. Reagan put her sword back in it’s sheath “alright Rick we’ll see you next time” Negan said walking away swinging Lucille. Reagan walked up to Rick “Rick i... i’m sorry i wasn’t apart of it” Rick looked at her with tears in his eyes. “Just leave Reagan” she was in shock how could he suddenly hate her? she just turned away and followed Negan. It was and awkwardly silent drive back to the sanctuary between Reagan and Negan because he knew she was pissed at him and rightfully so.

As soon as they got to the sanctuary Reagan got out of the truck and walked up to her room angrily. She took off her sword, she had developed feelings for Negan and she hated it. She threw her sword at the wall angrily and felt tears roll down her cheeks, she lifted her gaze to the door when she heard a soft knock. “Reagan it’s Negan” she heard his deep voice through the door “fuck off” she replied sniffling. “Oh c’mon Darlin just let me the fuck in” Reagan opened the door and as soon as he stepped into her room she punched him in the face making him stumble back.

He rubbed his jaw “i deserved that” he said looking at Reagan who was rightfully angry at him. “You certainly did” then it all came down on her like a ton of bricks “i was beginning to trust you Negan but men like you never fucking change.” Negan’s eyes softened “no fucking lie about that and i’m sorry i did what i did.” He felt his chest tighten and he felt a lump in his throat “i’m sorry i hurt you” is what he wanted to say but he held it back. “You have every right to fucking hate me and you can hate me but lessons had to be fuckin’ learned.” Reagan crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at him “don’t roll your fucking eyes at me.”

Reagan smiled “what are you gonna fucking do? I’m not afraid of you Negan.” Negan ran a hand over his now clean shaven face and sighed “I know you’re not afraid of me but I’am fucking sorry for what I did.” She looked into his eyes and she could see a touch of sympathy so in that case he wasn’t lying. “I’ll go so you don’t hit me again” Negan was trying to lighten the mood but it didn’t help. He turned towards the door and walked out leaving her in her thoughts.

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waywardscorpio · 4 years

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His Queen & Her King!: WARNINGS And Intro!!

Jeff Hardy X Reader, Fanfiction. ABO Dynamics, smut and fluff

Y/N and Jeff, have been best friends since Y/N, started the company. Jeff and Y/N, won't admit they have very strong feelings for the other. Jeff gets jealous when he sees her with others, and Y/N gets jealous when she sees him with others. Y/N is a omega human, and Jeff is a very strong alpha vampire. Some people think that vampires and human don't get along when in fact they can. What none of the roaster knows is when Y/N and Jeff are alone she let's him feed off her. The six hundred years that Jeff has been alive he didn't find his mate. But that soon all changes one night when Y/N is dancing and grinding with another man that isn't him. Y/N is Jeff's soulbond and Jeff is Y/N's soulbond. They both have a tattoo like birthmark on their chest on the left side over their hearts. Y/N's birthmark is a vampire with his mouth open ready to bite and underneath it, it says Back Off She's My Human. Jeff's is a girl with her head tilted to the side ready to be bitten and underneath it, it says I'll Stand By My Vampire. All hell is gonna break loose when Edge and Christian come back to Raw with Lita.

Tag list: @scuzmunkie @phoenixoffiretwo @luna-obscura @braunstrowmangirl @callmekda

WARNINGS:

Preferably 18+. Read at your own risk.

There will be SMUT. I will be putting * for SMUTT, a + for FLUFF and +* for FLUFF and SMUT.

Mating

Knotting

Multiple Mates

Pregnancy

Cussing

Fighting

Fluff

Smutt

Sad parts

Arguing

Jealousy

If there are any additional warnings I will add them to the description.

Introduction:

*Third Person P.O.V.*

Jeff walks into Stephanie's office. "Hey. What's up?" He asks pushing his hair back. "We have some news. Christian and Edge are coming back with Lita. They're going after the tag titles." She said. Jeff looks at her as if she shot his dog. "What?! Why are they coming back to Raw and mine and Matt's titles.?" Jeffs angry now. "They signed a contract to come back. I know this isn't what you wanted to hear. The match is gonna be TLC. So, you and Matt will have the advantage. Y/N, will accompany you and your brother to the ring and Lita will accompany Christian and Edge to the ring. If either interferes they will be thrown out." She said. "Okay. Fair enough. Is that all?" He asks. "Yes. Remember if Y/N interferes she will have to be thrown out." She said. Jeff nods and walks out.

As the match went on Lita, jumped on the apron and smacks, Matt in the face. Jeff had to make Y/N stay out of it so, she didn't get thrown out. Lita was thrown out. Edge had his back turned to Matt, who gains the upper hand and pins him to the count of three. "And your winners are Jeff and Matt Hardy accompanied by Y/N." Vivian announces. Jeff smiles at Y/N and hugs his brother. "My good luck charm." Jeff said to Y/N once they were alone. She giggles biting her lip. "Darlin' don't do that. You know what biting your lip does to me." Jeff said with a sly grin on his lips. Y/N just giggles batting her eyes at him "Do what Jeff?" She said biting her lip again and slowly letting it go. Jeff growls warningly. "Baby Doll, don't do that." He says throw gritted teeth his lips merely inces away from her ear. "Or what, Puddin'? You gonna spank me?" She hums well more like softly moans at the words she just said. Jeff smirks and walks away. Y/N whines and pouts. She goes after him. "Puddin'?" She says to Jeff as she grabs his arm with hers and walks with him. "Yes, Baby Doll?" He said to her. Dolph walks past them and smacks Y/N on the ass "hey sexy. If you ever want a real man let me know." Jeff comes to a holt in his tracks, as he swiftly turns around punching dolph in the nose. "Touch her like that again and I'll break your fucking neck." Jeff warned and grabs Y/N's hand and pulls her with him. Y/N tries keeping up with him ignoring the yells from Dolph and the stares from others. "Jeff sl-slow down. I'm human. Puddin' slow down." She says to the much taller guy. He stops when he gets to his locker room and pulls her in and locks the door behind them. He pins her to the wall looking her in the eyes. "Jeff you're scaring me. What's wrong?" She said softly looking at him. "Whats wrong? Dolph touching you is what's wrong. No, one touches my girl." Even though they're not together Jeff always has laid claimed to Y/N. "Jeff I'm not into Dolph. He's not my type." Y/N said to him.

"Who is your type?" He asks her. Before she could answer Stephanie knocks on the door. "Guys time to leave. We're all going out." She said. Jeff opens the door and walks out Y/N follows behind him. "I'll ride with Stephanie." Y/N said. Jeff only nods "I'll ride with Triple H." He said. Jeff gets in Triple H's car as Y/N got in with Steph.

Y/N sighs a little. "Momma can I ask you something?" Since they're outside the building and out of the work place Y/N calls her mom now instead of her name. Stephanie and Triple are Y/N's parents. "Yes, Doll. What's wrong?" She asks as she drives. "Before you and Papa got together how did you know he was the one you wanted as your mate?" She asks her mom.

((Ohhhh plot twist. Hehehe I'm not sorry. Okay don't kill me guys and girls.))

"Well honey. When you find yourself thinking about them all the time, you can't stand seeing others near them, you find it hard to go a day without talking to them, no matter how mad you may get with them or even scared sometimes of them you know they'll never intentionally hurt you." She said. "What if he is alot older then you and not human?" She was 25 years old but she is still a curious women about things shes not sure off. Steph smiles softly "Baby Girl, what has Momma and Papa always told you if you ever found a mate?" She asks. "That if you love someone age won't matter, height, color, race, sexuality ect." Y/N repeated her parents exact words. "Then Baby Girl, if you love this man, then when the time is right you'll say the saying he has had since birth." She said. But oh Steph and Y/N didn't know was that right moment was gonna be very soon.

Jeff got dressed in a tight black button up shirt, black jeans and pair of steal toe shoes, with his hair pulled back. Jeff made it to the bar. Y/N was wearing a mid thigh mini skirt and a little bit of a low cut corset top, with a pair of four inch heels, and her make up was done and her hair was down. Steph smiles proudly at her daughter knowing what she is gonna do because she did the same to get Triple H jealous enough to see if he was her mate. "Okay I'm ready." Y/N said and grabs her clutch bag. Steph nods and grabs her clutch bag as well and they head out the hotel.

Y/N walks into the club with Steph. She walks to the bar to and orders Coca cola mixed with three shots Jack Daniel's. She knew the only way to loosen up was to get a little liquid courage in her system. "You're your Papa made over." Stephanie said to her daughter. "I know." Y/N says as she started drinking her Jack and Coke. After she finished the drink she slowly started feeling the affects of the liquor. "Hey Randy. Would you mind dancing with me?" Y/N asks Randy Orton. He looks her up and down for a mere millisecond and stood up taking her hand and went to the dance floor. Randy pulls her close and started dancing with her. Y/N hums as her hands went up and around his neck while she ground her pelvis on his. Y/N could feel Jeff burning stare through her body. She turns and presses her back on Randy's front. He groaned in her ear and began to kiss and nip on her neck causing her to moan at the feeling. She didn't see the multiple color haired man walk over, with the look of murder in his now dark green eyes. Y/N squeals when Jeff pulls her away from, Randy and punches him square in the jaw. Randy stumbled back. "What the hell, Jeff?" Randy said getting in his face. "Back Off She's My Human." Jeff said in a dead serious tone. Randy smirks "She is not mated so, she is fair game. She doesn't seem to be yours." Jeff snarls at him his fangs extending. Y/N bit her lip to keep from giggling as she tugged Jeff back. Her body tingled with desire as her birthmark glows a reddish black color. "I'll Stand By My Vampire." She said to Randy. Y/N, always chooses Jeff, over anyone. Jeff's birthmark started tingling and he turns to Randy ignoring him. Jeff's body was burning with desire for Y/N.

Y/N and Jeff paid their tabs and said their goodbyes for the night, as Jeff threw her over his shoulder and left to the hotel. Once inside the hotel Jeff, set her down inside the elevator. She bit her lip looking at him "stop biting that lip, Baby Girl" he said to her. "Why?" She asks. "Because you're causing me to get hard and we're not in the hotel room yet." He said. Y/N giggles biting her lip again. Once in the hotel room the door shut with a loud slam as Jeff had her pinned against the door kissing her hard and deep with passion. Y/N moans into his mouth. Once Y/N and Jeff pull away for air he looks at her "If you want me to stop tell me, because once my control is gone, I won't be able to stop." He said to her panting

"I want this. I want you. It's only ever been you that I want." Y/N pants softly. "I only danced with Randy, to make you jealous. I didn't know he would say anything." She adds. Jeff looks at her and kisses her hard. "Its always been you. Always will be you, Baby Girl." Jeff said after pulling away from the kiss.

After three rounds on the bed and two rounds in the shower Y/N, was sure she would be sore in the morning time.

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Joker x Reader x Harley Quinn

Prompt: Hello! I loved what you did with the Buried Treasure request! I was wondering if i could request a Joker x Harley x Reader. Where the reader is joker and Harleys daughter that got separated from them at birth and they find out that Bruce Wayne has been raising her and try to get her back?

{A/N} Hi puddin’s! I know a couple of you were looking forward to this one! I hope I did it some justice. I was considering continuing it down the line but I’m not sure! If ya have any ideas (or want) for a part two, let your favorite jester know!

xo Harley

Warnings: A kidnapping.

Wayne Manor was a perfect vision as snow fell from the sky on a cold winter’s morning. The windows were frosted with ice and the large fireplace that you’d always adored in the winter months growing up was burning brightly with logs, the woodsy scent filling the air. You approached the hearth, leaving your slippers in front of it to warm them up as you plopped beside your father, Bruce Wayne. Or as the rest of Gotham knew him: Batman.

“Mornin’, dad!” you said, curling up beside him as you waited for your slippers to warm.

“{Y/N}, you’re up early,” he said, averting his eyes from the television for a moment to look at you.

“Yeah, something wouldn’t let me sleep. It was like I kept hearing someone talk to me, but no one was there. Weird.”

Bruce only set his eyes back on the news, shrugging gently.

“Maybe it was a dream.”

“Probably,” you agreed.

Bruce was the perfect father to you. He truly deserved the ‘best dad ever’ mugs you saw everyone with. If there was a problem, he’d fix it. If you were sick, he’d nurse you back to health, and if you needed anything in this wide world, he would get it for you. You’d never met your mother, or really even heard anything about her, but at a young age you came to terms with the fact that Bruce was more than enough. Though he was gone for work quite often, he did the best he could.

Growing up, you never really saw the same similaries in his features that you did with you friends and their parents. In fact, when you looked in the mirror, you saw none of his features at all, but decided that whoever your mother was, her genes must’ve been the more dominant ones.

You were a normal girl growing up, nothing out of the ordinary ever really happened to you. But when boredom struck, you’d daydream about impossible things, like coming face to face with Gotham’s worst criminals, or their best heroes; joining forces with good against evil. But in your deepest, darkest fantasies, evil against good.

There was always an unknown force pulling at you to be deliciously bad, but the way your father raised you, you never acted on any impulse such as that. As you grew older, your mind began to shift and blossom with strange ideas. You pushed them down as far as possible. There was nothing you wanted less than to disappoint Bruce. Lately though, you’d been dealing with a new phenomena- the voices in your head. Not being used to them and their chatter, it kept you up more often than not.

“I just hate that they’ve been keeping me awake,” you sighed.

Alfred approached then, bearing a hot cup of tea, steam rising from the porcelain as he carefully handed you the small plate and cup.

“Miss, {Y/N},” he began before turning to Bruce with a glint in his eye. “Master Wayne, might I suggest you turn in for the night? Now that it’s the morning.”

You sit upright, almost spilling your tea in shock as you set eyes on your father.

“Dad! You haven’t slept yet?”

“Thanks, Alfred,” he offered a knowing grin before turning back to you.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I’ve been..”

“No excuses,” you interrupted, sipping gingerly from your cup before speaking again. “Please go to bed. It’s not healthy to stay up the way you have been lately. I don’t want you to wear yourself out.”

You cared deeply about your father. There was no one else on the planet that you could’ve loved or trusted more. You only wanted to help him, and if that meant bossing him around like you assumed your mother would’ve had she been around, you’d do it with a smile.

He sighed, ultimately defeated. His weakness had always been you, and though you always knew that, you only used it when it benefited him, if only in the long run. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he geared up to head upstairs.

“They’ll be there in the morning, Master Wayne,” you heard Alfred say quietly to him before he handed off the remote to you.

For a moment, you wondered who he was talking about, but respecting their privacy, especially since he’d been around far longer than you, you politely ignored it. Bruce leaned down, kissing your forehead delicately and squeezing your shoulder.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he smiled.

“You’d lose a lot more sleep!” You quipped, and he made his way up to his room, clearly exhausted.

“Alfred?” You called, turning to face him, but he had disappeared, too.

You shrugged. Guess it’s just me, myself and I today.

-x-x-x-

“Puddin’!” Harley exclaimed as she bounded through the large double doors to the master bedroom. There The Joker stood, leaning against the window with his palm pressed against the freezing cold glass. He was deep in thought, that much was certain, but Harley didn’t care.

His jaw tensed up, his eyes slowly coming back from the daze they were in as he turned around to face her. She reeled back only slightly as he spoke.

“Now Harley, what did I tell ya about interrupting me when I’m busy?”

“I.. I’m sorry, puddin’.. But, Mistah J, I.. I found her..!” She squeaked, holding up a piece of paper.

On second glance, it looked like she’d been crying, and while J didn’t exactly care, deep, deep down he hated to see her of all people in such an emotional state; if only because it was so darn annoying.

“Who?” He drew out, his eyes wide as he lifted his hands.

“Our baby, J. Our little puddin’..”

Harley’s voice was soft, something The Joker wasn’t used to anymore either.

“She’s been with… With that stupid bat! Tha whole fuckin’ time!” She exploded again, back to her firecracker disposition.

He simply turned around again and cracked his neck slowly, his eyes drifting about the snow that fell just outside of the glass. The voices in his head chattered a million miles a minute as he tried to wrap his head around what she’d just said. Unable to quiet them down, he let out a loud growl before pulling a gun from the holster he wore at all times and cocking it before swiftly turning around on his heel.

“Then let’s go get her, baby,” he purred with a wide grin.

-x-x-x-

The fire roared in its place as you dozed off on the couch, casting a soft orange glow upon everything before it. Winter had always been your favorite time of year and you were snug as a bug under a large knitted blanket. The television was on low volume, and everything about that morning felt cozy as you floated through dreamland, finally catching up on some of the sleep you’d missed thanks to the chattering in your head the previous night. All was calm… until-

“She’s so beautiful, J,” a voice whispered.

“Shut up, you’ll wake her,” another whispered back.

“She looks just like ya..”

Thud.

“Ow! Okay, okay!”

You stirred in your sleep with an audible sigh, coming out of your slumber just slightly as you figured the chatter was back, though the voices were not ones you’d recognized before, or as coherent as usual. At least you’d enjoyed the peace and quiet while you could, but after a soft gasp emitted from one of the voices, a strange smell filled your nostrils. It was only seconds before you were back in dreamland, and the voices fell radio silent.

When you woke up again, you were no longer in your cozy spot on the couch, tucked under your favorite blanket. Instead, you were in the middle of a large bed, surrounded by a black comforter and red pillows. It took a few seconds to realize you weren’t in your home anymore, jumping curtly the moment you were coherent enough to take notice of your new surroundings.

“Oh my god!” You yelled, bolting upright. “Where am I? What’s going on?!”

Panic set in as you untucked yourself from this new blanket in someone else’s bed. When you lifted your head to scan your surroundings, you saw what felt like your worst nightmare sitting the in corner in a large throne-like chair.

“Oh good.. You’re up.. Harley!” The man called, and before too long, a blonde leapt through the doorway.

The man who sat in the chair had striking features. His hair was green, his teeth were metal and his eyes were bluer than any you’d ever seen before. The word “damaged” was written across his forehead, and the way his eyes fell on the girl who ran into the room, you knew they were the kind of item everyone said they were.

The blonde on the other hand, was just as tattooed and her hair that was usually seen in pigtails on the news laid in waves around her face instead. Her lips were red and her skin was like porcelain. They were a sight to behold, two gorgeous people in one room. But as you looked at them, you saw something familiar: something you just couldn’t put your finger on. What could I possibly see in the infamous Joker and Harley Quinn that would be.. familiar?

“Don’t be scared!” Harley urged, holding her hands up. “We.. we’re not gonna hurt ya. We just wanted ta’ see, ya, sweetheart..”

Your brow furrowed as you listened to her speak, unable to form a true sentence as The Joker stood from his seat, approaching the bed.

“What do you want from me?” You asked cautiously through the emotion catching your vocal chords.

To remain unphased by this kidnapping would be impossible. To actually believe they weren’t trying to hurt you was even more impossible. The Joker didn’t speak, he simply eyed you, a look of longing in his eyes as he turned to face the window again. You were frightened, that much was certain. All you could think about was if your father was alright; if he could sense how much you needed him in that moment.

“I know ya don’t recognize us, well, for what we are. But.. You’re our daughter!”

Harley Quinn apparently had no tact or bedside manner.

“No,” You retort immediately. “No way.”

As the cogs in your mind began to work in overdrive, the room around you spun. Trying to process the information she’d just nonchalantly spilled onto you was overwhelming.

“No..” you said again as your eyes studied her features, and then J’s profile as he stared out of the window. “That can’t… But my father…”

A wide grin crossed Harley’s lips as she nodded, clearly excited despite your fading into an emotional blackout. The voices in your head seemed to laugh at you as your ears rang and stars filled your eyes. In what felt like seconds, you were opening your eyes again in a panic, clutching onto the blankets with trembling fingers underneath you as a hand wiped a cloth over your forehead.

“There she is,” Harley whispered, a concerned look on her features now as you came to once more. “I thought maybe we lost ya all over again!”

You shook your head, completely disbelieving of the story you were being fed. Still, in your hazy state, you weren’t sure what to believe anymore.

“Prove it,” you mumbled under her hand, closing your eyes again as you tried to calm down.

It crossed your mind that your father might not realize you were gone thanks to his lack of sleep. You didn’t have your phone with you, and you knew he’d be a worrying mess when he did wake up and you weren’t there. Before you had time to ask, a piece of paper was being held before your face by a pale, tattooed hand.

“Your birth certificate,” The Joker purred.

You opened your eyes again, your brows seemingly in a permanent state of furrowed as your eyes met his intense gaze before landing on the paper before you, scanning all the pertinent information.

Gotham City, USA.

Arkham Asylum.

Mother: Harleen F. Quinzel. Father: blank.

“They wouldn’t put Mistah J on the dotted line, can ya believe that?” Harley griped as you continued to read.

There it was at the bottom, your very birthday and the time you were born, and at the top, your name. You had seen this exact document before, though the names weren’t Harleen and unknown, and you certainly weren’t born in an asylum. It clicked though, and it clicked all too well. Your features never resembled Bruce Wayne. They resembled Harley and The Joker.

Your eyes fell shut as he took the paper away, not wanting to believe this was actually happening. Your father was your world, but in that moment you didn’t know how you felt anymore. It felt wrong to want to be happy to know where you actually came from. Regardless of anything, Bruce raised you your entire life. You couldn’t just hop onto their side. A pang of hurt and anger pulled at your emotions, too. How could they just abandon me? As though she knew what you were thinking, Harley spoke up.

“They locked my ass up in Arkham when I was pregnant with ya. I wasn’t quick enough to get away, I guess,” she started, a soft giggle emitting from her cherry lips.

“But they kept me in there, an’ the moment you were born…” she paused, and you watched as anger and sorrow filled her eyes in the form of faint tears. “They took ya away from me, {Y/N}.. From us.”

A loud crash echoed through the room, startling you as your eyes immediately landed on the direction it came from. The Joker has thrown everything off of a table in the corner; his own fit of rage at the loss they suffered.

“An’ then when I asked where ya were, what they did with ya.. They laughed at me. They’d already given ya ta’ the first person who walked in. We thought it was someone else, someone who only wanted ya for some kind of sick reason.. We looked for ya up an’ down, no dice every time. Come ta’ find out it was just Bats wanting to do good for an ‘otherwise disadvantaged child,’” she said, spitting out her last statement as though it were completely despicable.

“B-bats..?”

“Oh sweetie, ya didn’t know?” Harley asked, her tone just below condescending.

“What do you think your father does at night?” The Joker spoke up finally, his slender fingers hanging air quotes around the word father. “Hangs out at.. business meetings at 3 AM?” He laughed abruptly.

“He’s been doin’ nothin’ but causin’ us trouble. We shoulda known,” Harley chimed in.

The emotion in her voice was raw, and the lack thereof on The Joker’s clenched jaw spoke just as many volumes. You’d seen them on T.V., spoken about them to your friends, even feared them on walks home from school growing up. These people were criminals, psychopaths… but they were your parents. And to find out the man who’d been raising you was no ordinary man, either, was more than you could handle. There was far too much information to wrap your head around, causing you to feel faint all over again.

While it all seemed like some far fetched story to hold you hostage for some kind money or precious item from Bruce, you had more reason to believe them than not. They didn’t ask for anything, they didn’t necessarily keep you there against your will. As Harley set the cloth down, she stared at you the way only a mother could; a way you’d never felt before. It was then that you knew it had to be true.

Maybe it was it was vulnerability you were feeling, maybe it was the lack of being able to process things correctly. But you sat up, ignoring the head rush that plagued you and wrapped your arms around Harley in a tight embrace. Her arms immediately engulfed your frame, and you felt the smallest sob swell in her chest against you.

Tears pricked your own waterline as she held you, petting the back of your hair tenderly. Suddenly, you felt at home. As though the cosmos had aligned and put you exactly where you needed to be. You loved your father, you always would; but a new door seemed to present itself to you, even if it was in the form of a kidnapping. For a moment you began to wonder if the crazy ran through your blood, too, for thinking that way. The voices kicked up again, and you winced, bringing your hands to either side of your head quickly.

“It’s tha’ voices, in-nit? Don’t worry, ya get used to ‘em after a while. In fact, they kinda become like built in friends,” the blonde grinned, and it was contagious as you found yourself grinning back.

“Alright, enough of the chit chat..” The Joker said, turning to face you both as he pulled a gun from the worn out leather holster. “We’re going to have a very angry Bat on our hands, Harls…”

She sighed, the usual chipperness you’d seen in her on television seemingly gone for a moment.

“Why don’t we just bring her back, puddin’? Now that she knows everythin’, he’s gotta let her decide!”

“Are you crazy?” He asked her, clearly amused at his own joke.

She looked a him with a blank expression, as though he were serious. “Well, yeah.”

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mummybear · 5 years

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How Things Change - Part 11 - Let The Wolf In

Warnings: Swearing, Slight smut, Think that’s it

Words: 3862

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Oc Alex, Theo Raken, Tracy Stewart, Mentions of Lydia Martin

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Alex (OC)

The pair walked through the building together, at least to start with. Until suddenly Alex picked up her pace significantly, taking off quickly in front of him. Meaning that Stiles had to jog to catch with Alex, as she began to rage walk her way out of the building. The door bouncing off of the wall as she marched outside. Stiles was calling her name, trying his hardest to keep his cool, but it was more than obvious to him that she was intent on completely ignoring him all of a sudden. Unfortunately for Alex, Stiles was beyond done with her ignoring him so that she could run off and be reckless somewhere.

He picked up his pace quickly ending up in front of her, grabbing her by her forearms and stopping Alex in her tracks. Alex was a little surprised at his movement, and it probably showed on her face.

Because Stiles' face changed from annoyed, and he looked much calmer almost the second he witnessed the look on her face, "Look, Lexi, I need you to listen to me. We really need to think about this okay. We need to be smart" Stiles reasoned as his thumbs rubbed at her arms gently.

Alex groaned in annoyance, "We don't have time to sit around talking all day Stiles, while we're standing here talking Scott and Derek are probably half dead. So I'm gonna go, you can stay here if you want! I have to go and rip some little bitches heads off" Alex seethed at the final words, shrugging him off and pulling out of his hold.

She stormed away from him, towards the house where she had last seen Theo and his rat pack, which just so happened to also be the place she had almost died. Alex briefly registered the angry growl behind her, but it grew louder as Stiles ran out in front of her again, which is pretty much what she had expected to happen.

Although a few things were a little different than she imagined, his eyes were glowing gold again and he immediately stepped into her personal space. Alex growled back at him she began to back up away from him anyway. While she wasn't scared at all she could practically taste the sudden dominance he was emitting, the obvious anger on his face sent a shiver up her spine, she quickly realised that she may have been a little too hostile with him.

Alex sighed his name, the guilt thick in her voice but Stiles was beyond pissed right now. He roughly pushed her back into the nearest brick wall, hands either side of her head caging her in between his body and the wall. "No Alex! I wasn't finished! If this is gonna work then we need to work together, not you just talking over me all the time and running anything I ever say down, we're supposed to be equals! You can't just keep walking away from me, this time you're gonna listen to me" Stiles fumed his hand slamming into the wall beside them.

Stiles took a deep shaky breath and Alex looked up at him, the guilt evident on her face, though she finally met his eyes again as he continued, "No more going in half cocked! I can't lose you, Alex! I won't. So if you could just stop being so self-destructive and think for just a minute, that would be great!" Stiles exclaimed, his voice thick and husky as he glared down at her.

Something changed in his eyes though, when he really looked at Alex properly, and he would have felt guilty but he just couldn't let himself, not this time. The only thing running through his mind was what had happened already in the last couple of days. So maybe if he stuck to his guns a little more this time, then she might understand how impulsive she was being constantly, and just maybe he could avoid anyone else getting seriously injured for a little while.

"You're right, I know that okay. And I am sorry, but Its who I am you know that it's just something that I can't change about myself" Alex sighed sadly looking at her feet, she felt Stiles move above her and looked up thinking the worst, that maybe he had left this situation and her.

Stiles hooked his finger under her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes again, "Don't you ever think that I want to change you. I just need you to be a little more careful now, especially after what's happened" Stiles murmured the last part against her lips, as his fingers brushed his bite mark on her neck causing her to let out a small whimper. "What?" Stiles chuckled hotly against her lips, his nose nudging hers slightly.

"That felt oddly amazing" Alex revealed, one of her hands resting over his heart as she found herself blushing a little when his fingers brushed across the mark again.

Just as Alex found her mark on his neck and did the same, smirking with satisfaction as she watched him visibly shiver. "See told you so" she giggled but the giggle soon turned into a groan when he pressed her back into the wall, wedging his knee between her legs.

Alex's hands flew to his shoulders gripping tightly, "You smell so good" Stiles murmured as his lips travelled down her neck, and his hands gripped her hips rocking her back and forth over his thigh, making her feet leave the floor and leaving her completely under his control.

"Stiles, baby, please. W-we need to go" Alex panted half-heartedly, as her head dropped back against the wall.

Stiles groaned into her neck in protest, "How about I tell you my plan, and you enjoy the ride" Stiles mumbled sucking his bite mark on her neck.

"Fuck, okay. But as soon as you're done explaining we go" Alex agreed breathlessly, she caved easier than she would have liked, but he had her right where he wanted her and he knew it.

"Good girl" Stiles growled, pushing her down a little harder making her cry out his name, "So, I was thinking we go in quiet, take out anyone waiting outside the house. Practise our new wolfie hearing see if we can hear anyone inside, which I'm sure we will. Then we go in together and we do what we need to do to get Scott and Derek, and we do it together" Stiles finished pressing a kiss to her parted lips, feeling her body shake against his.

"S-sounds good, s-smart" Alex stuttered breathlessly, still clinging to his shoulders as if her life depended on it, looking him dead in the eye as she spoke, both of their eyes glowing gold on contact.

Stiles smirked lowering his leg and moving his hands to help her steady herself, "Glad you agree, so I guess we better get going" Stiles said quickly kissing her as she glared at him. "Hey don't look at me like that, you wanna go. Besides, I have a surprise for you" Stiles revealed taking her hand in his and tugging her towards his jeep.

"For the record I hate you. And you so owe me later" Alex grumbled, but she couldn't help the smile that formed on her lips as she followed him to his jeep.

"You love me really" Stiles smiled at her, as he popped open the back door of his jeep leading to the boot.

"Hey, wait a second" Alex murmured sadly, tugging on his hand. Stiles turned confused to face her and frowned when he noticed the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Just let me get this out, please I just need you to know before we go get Scott and Derek. I really am sorry, about everything. I really do love you, so much. That's why I'm so sorry about almost dying on you and scaring you like that, for me always charging around intent on doing everything myself, but most of all I'm sorry you got hurt, that you almost died and that you had to be bitten so you didn't die" Alex practically sobbed the last few words, looking over his shoulder and not meeting his eyes.

Stiles wiped the tears from her cheeks almost immediately pulling her into his chest, making her look at him again finally. "I love you too okay. So don't ever apologise for me being bitten, none of this is your fault, and in a way, I'm glad I was, otherwise we never would have known about the bond we have" Stiles assured her, his voice cracking a little as he spoke.

Alex pulled back and looked up at him, seeing a few stray tears falling from his eyes. "Are we gonna be okay?" Alex asked, her voice just above a hushed whisper.

Her hands tugging at his hoodie as she spoke, "Of course we are baby, we've got each other" Stiles replied his voice thick with emotion, Alex smiled a small smile, a smile which Stiles returned. Alex stood on her tip-toes, and tugged on her hold of his hoodie, pressing her lips firmly to his their kiss was slow and passionate. The pair pushing every emotion into the kiss they had ever held back until Stiles pulled back breathlessly to quickly for either of them.

Alex let him go as he searched his jeep for what he had been looking for, grabbing the two bats he handed one to Alex. She grinned taking the object from him with a much bigger smile than he expected, "I uh got these before everything happened, might be stupid now I just thought they could help" Stiles muttered nervously, shyly rubbing at the back of his neck.

Stiles locked up the jeep as Alex began swinging the bat around playfully, rotating her wrist as they started walking. "His and her's bats, I like it. Guess It's time to go kick some ass" Alex grinned their tears long forgotten.

Stiles smiled proudly over at her as they picked up speed a little, "Damn you look sexy. Guess I got my own Harley Quinn now then" Stiles grinned cheekily, knocking his bat off of hers.

Alex giggled at him as they neared the house, "You got that right puddin'" She winked putting on her best Harley voice, causing Stiles to groan which only made her laugh just a little harder.

"I swear Lexi you're gonna kill me, but -" Stiles stopped mid-sentence, as Alex pushed him back around the corner when she noticed movement around the house. She pressed her finger to her lips and Stiles nodded, they padded around the corner quietly Stiles hot on her heels as they approached the house. "Somethings wrong" Stiles whispered, but Suddenly Alex was distracted, she'd heard a noise from the side of the house, quickly walking over to investigate, she could have sworn she had heard her mothers voice.

Alex turned to speak to Stiles as a rotten headache suddenly overtook her, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed he was gone, Alex carefully stepped back into the shadows quietly calling out his name. But when she still had no reply from him she started to panic, how hadn't she heard anything. She knew that he wouldn't have just left her, her heart raced as she searched the area she had last seen him.

And then it happened one of her worst fears had come to light again, Alex caught sight of his bat coated in blood, a sob caught in her throat she knew it was a bad idea but she moved closer to get a closer look anyway, and as the street light shone on it, it revealed the bloody puddle beneath the bat.

Her crippling fear suddenly snapped something primal inside her and quickly turned to anger, it was like a bubbling itch beneath her skin, not knowing if he was okay or not.

She felt sick to her stomach as her head continued to throb painfully, dropping her bat beside his carefully. She growled deeply, letting them know she was coming, although Alex understood that they already knew that she would come for him.

Unable to stand the throbbing anymore she let the wolf take control, her eyes glowed bright gold in the darkness, as she all but ran to the door. Something in her eyes as she kicked down the front door, without a second thought for herself she stormed into the living room. Seeing no sign that anything had happened here since she had last been in here, except the droplets of blood, which Alex's eyes followed pushing down the worry, following the trail as it disappeared up the stairs.

She was light on her feet as she headed up the stairs following the trail, cringing at the creaking of the stairs. She focused her hearing the best she could with her lack of experience, catching snippets of conversation, along with at least one person groaning in pain.

Noticing the door was closed completely as she neared the top of the stairs, she just hoped that was a good sign, as she padded her way onto the landing and towards the door, that she knew they were behind. Alex quickly that the upstairs looked just as run down as the downstairs.

Alex could barely make out the voices, the main sound in her ears was the thudding of a heart, but it wasn't her own, which only left one person that it could be. She was obviously glad that he was still alive, but his heart was far from calm it was erratic and he was scared or really angry. It was hard for her to pinpoint an exact emotion in her own current state.

Once she reached the door she heard something behind her, she didn't have time to react as sharp claws sank into her neck. "Son of a bitch" Alex growled as she slumped to the floor, practically landing on her face. She didn't need to turn around anyway because she knew who and what it was.

Suddenly a rough hand grabbed her shoulder and pushed her over onto her back, "Your turn bitch" Tracy smirked as she bounced Alex's head off of the floor, knocking her out cold.

Stiles finally came to with a throbbing headache, he groaned in pain as his eyes struggled to focus. When he finally managed to lift his chin from his neck, it didn't take him long to assess the situation. Although he was clearly shackled to the wall, he turned his head to look around the room again, quickly noticing to blurry figures either side of him.

The figures finally came into focus when he shook his head again, "Scott?" Stiles questioned his voice rough and scratchy.

Scott turned to his best friend sighing in relief finally seeing him awake, "You shouldn't have come looking for us dude" Scott whispered his eyes flicking to Derek on the other side of him. They were all in a very similar situation, both of them shackled to the wall just like he was.

"Forget that, have you seen Alex?" Stiles asked in a panic when he realised there was no sign of her. He was a little alarmed when he was met by two sets of wide surprised eyes.

"Wait. She's here?" Derek hissed angrily, levelling his eyes at Stiles accusingly, his shackles rattled as he leaned forward a little to look over Scott and glare, Stiles, his eyes burning bright blue.

"Do you even know her? Yes, of course, she's here" Stiles exclaimed with irritation, as he rolled his eyes at the older wolf. Inside though he was completely terrified, was she okay? He had no way of knowing and that was something that made him very uneasy at the least.

All of that was wiped from his mind when there was a loud thud outside the door, causing them all to focus on it. In all of his panic and confusion, Stiles hadn't been thinking about listening to anything beyond this room. Suddenly every muscle in Stiles' body went stiff, he could hear her heartbeat, it was slow and steady, and he quickly knew it was Alex who had hit the floor. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard loud obnoxious laughter, and the worry he had felt turned into seething anger.

He was incredibly focused now on getting free, Stiles pushed all his weight forward begging the chains to break. The growl that left his throat rivalled that of an Alpha's, as he fought with everything he had to get to her. Just as the door opened his eyes began to glow, although when he caught sight of Alex's limp body Stiles' anger faltered slightly.

Stiles wasn't paying Theo or Tracy any attention what so ever, the only thing he was focusing on was the love of his life slung carelessly over that scumbags shoulder. Theo was quick to shackle her to the wall on the opposite side to her mate and the others, as she began to come to.

"Don't touch her you son of a bitch" Stiles growled furiously, the chains clanging loudly against the wall as he fought to get to her. Both Tracy and Theo turned to look at the three of them, Tracy just laughed grabbing a knife from the table beside Alex. Theo just smirked but looked straight at Stiles.

"Alex had her chance to do as she was told and come with us, but she chose you and your pathetic excuse for a pack. She only had to listen" Theo sighed the last part mockingly as he stroked her cheek, before continuing still looking at Stiles, "So, now we either want you both to join us, or you can all die" Theo said so matter of factly, so seriously, that it made Stiles want to rip his throat out more than usual.

As Theo stepped towards him Stiles just rolled his eyes, "Go to hell! You complete waste of air!" Stiles grunted a little painfully, as the cuffs pinched at his skin. But something was beginning to work, as the chains creaked and strained against the wall. He struggled harder and harder as Theo got closer and Derek and Scott had joined him, struggling against their bindings with all of their strength when they caught sight of Alex.

Before Theo could speak again a groan from Alex distracted all of them, Stiles strained his neck to look over Theo's shoulder, completely ignoring him now which didn't go down to well with him. Before Stiles could utter her name he screamed, as white-hot pain shot through his body, as something sharp was stabbed into his thigh.

Alex's eyes shot open at the noise, and she lashed out at the nearest thing she could reach, her fist collided with Tracy's throat for once being shorter than the bitch helped immensely.

"No!" Scott growled, fighting to get to Stiles, but he couldn't quite reach him, although he would never kill them he did seriously want to hurt them both at that moment.

Tracy clutched at her throat finding it difficult to breathe with the sheer force of the hit. Spluttering a little as she dropped to her knees, "Get away from him you pathetic excuse for a werewolf, I'll never go anywhere with you" Alex spat in disgust. Causing her own chains to begin creaking as her anger increased, her eyes were locked on the knife sticking out of Stiles' leg and the blood running down from the wound. "I swear to god I will fucking kill you" Alex screamed, but she was quickly shut up when Tracy finally got up off the floor.

Suddenly Alex's face slumped into her neck as Tracy sank her claws in her leg, clawing her way to stand straight. Alex's growl was completely furious but she couldn't move and she could barely see now. "I think I owe you something" Tracy sneered suddenly, jamming her knife into Alex's leg.

Alex screamed through gritted teeth unwilling to show her how much it hurt, even when she continued to twist the knife.

Derek and Scott screamed for her to stop struggling against there chains to get to Alex, "You'll pay for this" Derek promised, as he and Scott both changed, anger increased tenfold.

Stiles, however, was eerily calm, even with Theo yelling in his face. He'd simply wrapped the chains around his arms, pulling them with every ounce of strength he had, this had seemingly gone unnoticed by Theo. But when he looked up Tracy was smirking at him, and she sank her claws into his shoulder. Stiles slumped against the wall, with a barely-there irritated growl, he was beginning to get sick of this.

Tracy smiled to herself as she headed back over to Alex, twisting the knife further, causing the boys to all kick off again only making her smile more.

Suddenly all ears pricked up as a scream echoed through the house, Stiles and Alex wishing they could clutch at their ears, while the others did. Stiles recognised that scream, it was similar to Lydia's but not quite as loud or as painful, thankfully, but there was no mistaking a banshee scream.

The door flew off the hinges landing at his feet as a pair of long slender legs entered the room, "Who the hell are you?" Theo demanded angrily, the beautiful woman rolled her eyes at him, ignoring him completely, she turned to Tracy. "I suggest you get your hands off my daughter you bitch" she growled and with a swipe of her hand, Tracy was flung across the room, body bouncing off of the wall, and she quickly uncuffed her daughter.

In the corner of her eye she saw Theo go to attack her, but before he could move she released Scott Derek and Stiles, catching her daughter in her arms and holding her tightly, brushing the hair from her face.

Everything happened at once Tracy lunged for Derek and Scott, but they caught her pinning her hands above her head against the wall. Stiles growled throwing his entire body at Theo with the little movement he had, but he could feel his body begin to respond as both of them skidding across the floor, fists flying at each other furiously.

"Mum? What are you doing here?" Alex asked wincing as her mother pulled the knife from her leg.

"Deaton called, I had to come and check on my girl didn't I?" she smiled tears rolling down her cheek.

"I missed you mumma" Alex smiled sadly her fingers beginning to twitch.

"I know I'm so sorry baby, I'm ba-" Suddenly her mother was cut off, with a cough, a hand clutching at her stomach, Alex frowned worried as her mother lowered her carefully onto the floor. Alex looked over her shoulder and saw Peter standing behind her with a bloody knife.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, I had to" Peter shrugged looking at her mother seemingly emotionless, leaving as quickly as he appeared.

"Mum!" Alex screamed unable to move.

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The Best of Both Worlds

A/N: Hey Guys!. Do you guys ever like listen to music and then have this whole music video thing in your head? Like you have an OC character in a movie to one of your favorite songs kicking butt or something? Tell me in the comments if you do cause I can not be the only one...Anyone, on a side note, tell me if you guys want me to write a series on this with Dick Grayson cause I got that in mind….the Fluff Princess is signing out!

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Summary: Forgetting who you are is bad, being shot at is worse, and being blown up is not good at all.

Word Count: 6,140 (heh)

A/N: Selina is inspired by the show Gotham, and is around 15,16.

Harley is inspired from the videogame Batman:Telltale - the whole attitude anyway, and some of the clothing and age.

Pam is inspired by the comics and the Arkham Knight video game - but way less sexualized, obviously.

You are inspired by you, of course. :)

Warnings: People get blown up, if that’s your thing.

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Chapter One: Gotham City Sirens

Gotham city harbor was one of the first off-limit zones for all the citizens of Gotham. It was one of the most deadly places in the whole city, full of drugs, guns, crime, and violence. With curfew around 8 p.m. and the docks overrun with corrupt politicians and gangs, no one hesitated to follow the bold “Keep Out” sign posted by one of the boathouses by the vast body of water. So of course, naturally you found yourself hanging off one of the docks there, clinging for your life.

Choking on water, you pulled yourself out, trying to hang on to the slippery, wet wooden boards keeping you above the freezing icy harbor. Shivering and chattering with the cold, you managed to wiggle your body onto the dock and lay down. You shuddered from the cold and attempted to sit up, laboriously breathing in the chilly sea air.

The glow of the moon was barely enough light to see yourself. Your arms and legs felt like they had been frozen numb with your left side feeling noticeably bulkier, and the fact that you had been able to pull yourself out of the water was practically a miracle.

“DIAGNOSTICS CHECK COMPLETE. ALL SYSTEMS STABILIZED.”

The text running through your vision was enough to make you finally completely alert. Glancing down at your arms and legs, your left being prosthetic, brought you one step closer to figuring out who you were.

Cyborg. Huh.

“A PERSON WHOSE PHYSIOLOGICAL FUNCTIONING IS AIDED BY OR DEPENDENT UPON A ELECT-”

You shook your head again, urging the text to disappear out of your vision. Trying to keep your heart calm, you took a shaky stand and observed the scene in front of you.

You didn’t quite remember who you were before, but you doubted that you had ever seen anything like this. The moon shone off the harbor, illuminating the hundreds of boats and vessels and stood waiting by the docks for use. Behind you, the street lights and brightness from the city lit up the sidewalks.

“GOTHAM CITY IS-”

Rubbing your eyes, you walked onto the street connected to the docks, attached to a dozen more dock containing vessels. The intense pain in your abdomen was enough to make you want to collapse again. Of all things, you knew you had to eat. But first, you needed a map.

You focused on calling up a map of the harboring, calming a little when it popped up into your retina, satisfied. Though the street was dark, you carried on, determined not to starve to death the way you had almost drowned. It was one of the many things you would regret, as well as learn.

Selina cursed, propping her legs up onto the dashboard and pulling at her tight black outfit. She wished Harley would hurry up and start the heater up again already. When was the last time anyone had listened to her?

Pamela Isley, a.k.a Poison Ivy groaned. “Is Harley coming yet or not? Last time we took this long, my babies almost wilted!”

Rolling her eyes, Selina turned around to deadpan the pouting lady. “Yeah, and if we don’t grab this cash, your “babies” won’t have anywhere to live.”

The car finally unlocked, and Harley, a.k.a Harley Quinn, slipped into the driver’s seat. “Yup! Clear as a crystal. Y'all ready to go?”

Selina took a deep breath, before facing them both with her don't-mess-this-up face. “Ok, listen up. I don’t care that I’m younger than both of you. I’m leading this, and we’re in and out got it? This is Falcone’s men. Just grab the cash they collected from the Falcone’s guns, alright? We don’t want anyone dead, or else everyone will fight over the insurance.”

Pam scowled. “I thought none of us had insurance.” Harley started giggling until it died into a smile with the look Selina gave her.

Selina continued. “I’m serious. We mess this up,” she stressed, looking at Pam, “ I have no promises what will end up of your plants.” Pam shivered and glared at both of them.

Harley rolled her eyes. “We got this, puddin’.” She reached over in concentration, searching for the button to pop open the trunk, grinning when she finally hit it. The back of the trunk opened up, leaving no time to waste. “Got it! Let’s hustle!”

The women all walked around to the back of the car, slamming doors as quietly as they could to grab their weapon of choice. Selina slapped her whip on the ground, flicking her wrist to stretch it out as Harley grabbed a mega-mallet and twirled it like a baton.

Pamela threw her hands in the air and pulled on one of Harley’s pigtails. “Come on, we don’t have all day!” The three of them crept into the darkness, squinted to be led by the dim light of the city.

Rummaging around in one of the large crates left overnight by the harbor, you failed to find anything edible that could cure your hunger. Your stomach was still continuing to twist and turn, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you passed out. With having searched nearly every crate at this dock, you walked back into the street, tensing when you heard some car doors slamming closed. There was no one you could see, but you were sure your ears weren’t playing tricks on you.

You could not get caught. With nowhere to go and no one to turn to, someone finding you was not going to end well at all. You picked up the pace, jogging to the next dock and running onto one of the steamboat vessels.

You ducked behind a crate, peeking over the edge of the box. Barely in your limited line of vision, you managed to make out some shadowy figures walking onto the dock across from you. If you could see them, they would definitely see you if you made a run for it. There was no food you could find. And at that moment, a bullet whizzed by your ear, implanting itself into the mast behind you.

You were caught.

“Hey! We got a little girl on deck!”

A man grabbed onto your ponytail, causing you to gasp from shock sharply. Your whole body had gone numb, but not from the cold. As you flailed your arms to struggle, the man covered your mouth with a rag, muffling your sounds. You managed to knee the man and try and make a run for it, but not before you noticed the number of friends he had. There were at least 15 men on board. The man who had grabbed you ponytail pushed you down, causing to slip and skid down on the deck. Another man slammed his food onto the ground, barely your face. As you struggled to get up, you were pulled up aggressively with your hands suddenly tied behind your back. You barely got a chance to cry out before you mouth was completely stuffed and tied with a rag. You didn’t get far before you were carried into a dark room.

“Falcone men,” Selina whispered, pointing her finger as subtlely as possible. Harley cocked her head.”This many? This must be the big bucks.” Harley squinted further until Pam had to pull her back before she blew her cover. “No wait, do you see that? There’s someone else on there too.” Selina whipped her head toward the boat frantically.

“Who, Bane? Was that who the gunshot was for?” Pam’s jaw dropped. “No, a little girl. She looks young. Like, really young.” She leaned over, enough to make Harley give Selina a look. Selina rolled her eyes and took a glance, sure enough, finding the girl.

Selina winced when the rag was pulled over the girl's mouth. When her mother had first abandoned her at a young age, she had been lost and alone in Gotham too. And Pam had lost her parents and lived in the Narrows as well. No one had helped them, and she didn’t know anyone who could, but then again…

Selina cringed, and stood up, tightening her grip on her whip. Pam looked her at her, confused.

Harley tugged at Selina’s suit, urging her to get down. “It’s not time to go yet,” she whispered.

Selina took a deep breath, bracing herself. “We need to help her.” Pam briefly nodded, while Harley pouted, crossing her arms.

“Harley, come on.” Selina hissed, throwing her arm aggressively to show her the situation. “This isn’t the time to argue.”

Now Harley was pissed, frustration clear on her face. “Mr.J may not hurt you, but last time we missed grabbing the bags of cash from those knuckleheads, he beat me and threw me out the window!” With a great fury, Harley grabbed her mallet at stalked out onto the street.

Pam and Selina sprinted into the street, watching her head onto the dock and talk her noggin of about how she was going to smash “Falcone to bits.” The situation was not unraveling well, but at least Harley now had somewhere to channel her anger.

The room the men had thrown you in was not only dark but was airtight. You didn’t know where the door was, and you certainly didn’t know how to do a web search in your head. Out of the sudden silence, you heard an angry scream and more gunshots ringing. You froze, shaking out of hunger and fear. Was anyone coming?

When Selina and Pam finally arrived at the boat just moments later, they were quite disturbed to find at least half the men down on the ground bleeding, and Harley swinging her mallet around in a circle, knocking anyone out who forgot to duck.

“I got these men on the left.” Pam pointed, motioning for Selina to take the other side.

Selina crouched in position and snapped her hands outward, shoving the first’s gun out of the thug's hand and slamming her knee into his stomach as hard as she could. Two shots rang out in quick succession beside her face. The ringing in her ear caused her to lean to left, knocking down the thug and giving her enough time to catch her balance. The cold rush of the wind whipped her face, making Selina more alert than ever.

Pamela wasn’t struggling much either. Without the guns, the thugs were pretty much pathetic and could barely use their hands to throw an actual right hook. Taking out these guys wasn’t much of a problem. She had managed to make a large quantity of seaweed grow right out of the ocean, and they were currently strangling the men like tentacles.

When Pam and Selina could both confidently say that the men were knocked out, they weren’t surprised to see Harley cockily waiting with her hands on her hips.

“Come on guys - Pammy, you too? What took so long?” Harley cooed, twirling her mallet in her hand like a baton. “You gotta learn from the best.” Pam and Selina shot each other a look as Harley burst into uncontrollable giggles. A realization came to Selina, and she smacked her forehead with her sudden awareness. “Oh shoot - the girl!”

Pam’s eyes widened for what seemed the hundredth time that day, and the three villains were set into a frantic mess trying to decipher anything left behind. The salty air and sharp biting of the bitter cold worried Selina even more, with the hopes that the girl hadn’t gone unconscious with the weather and gotten frostbite.

You slipped in and out of consciousness, willing yourself to stay awake. Somehow with the room feeling like a freezer, your whole body’s fatigue was enough to pull you down into a deep slumber. The quiet wasn’t helping you much either. Ironically, if you hadn’t been locked in a room that felt like it was located in the Himalayas, you might feel at peace.

Groaning, you tried to wiggle around in the uncomfortable position you were in. Your bottom had gone entirely numb, and the rest of your limbs were screaming for a good stretch. The room, still with little to no light, wasn’t much to look at - just a pile of empty crates that had already been scavenged by the rest of the men, who, by the sound of it, were probably dead.

BANG!

You jumped, wincing when you landed on your tingling backside that was stinging with pins and needles. The gunshots had died ages ago...how was there anyone on board?

“Hey, darlin’! Is there anyone in here?” Through the crack at the bottom of the door, you heard a high pitched voice of a woman shouting out nearby.

“Harley! Just knock the door down!” A younger woman, maybe around 17 scolded. “She’s probably suffocating or freezing to death if she’s in there.”

“Maybe Pammy’s plants can check if she’s alright,” the woman Harley. You could practically hear the other lady Pammy rolling her eyes. “Harley, my baby’s don’t have eyes, girlfriend.”

The other woman growled, stomping her foot. “Harley!”

“Alright, I’m doin’ it!”

Pammy spoke to you quickly in as composed of a voice as she could muster. “All right, sweetheart, now you’ll want to back up a little-”

Your whole body went into panic mode with the recognition that the door was not going to be opened with a handle. You desperately threw your body to the side the best you could with your hands and legs tied, and braced for -

“Comin’ through!”

Harley’s mallet swung through the wood door, smashing a hole right in the center. Almost immediately your lungs began soaking in the fresh harbor air; never had oxygen been this sweet.

The mallet swung a second time, this one closer to the handle. Through the faint light, you made a gloved hand reached out to unlock the door from the inside. You finally released the tension from your neck with the relief that you were going to be saved.

The door finally swung open.

“Oh, god.” A woman with big flowing red hair and thick green eyeliner walked toward you, genuinely concerned. “She’s only a little girl!” Her outfit was on the unconventional side; with a green bathing suit type one piece covered in green leaves and a lighter green pair of tights underneath. The younger girl next to her work a tight black suit, goggles and cat ears, and carried a thick whip. She was glaring at the craziest look one of them all, who was the one called Harley. “Harley” sported pigtails, dyed black and red, and had on a black leather jacket over a black and red corset. Her black and red diamond belt and boots weren’t even the highlight of it all. In her hand, she carried a massive sledgehammer signed with a creepy smile of a red spray paint can.

Selina walked up to you cautiously, hesitantly, and forced herself to reach her hand out to you.

Oh, god indeed. You looked and were barely 6.

Pam began gently untieing the rags around your mouth as Selina started hacking at the rope around your wrists. Her initial shock was even more overwhelming than before. The quick glance and fast thinking she had done had barely told her anything about you, and one of those things that she had left to her imagination was her age. Terrifyingly enough, she was very, very off. Even when she and Pam had been younger, they had known never to try and steal from somewhere as full of gangs as the harbor. Things being sold off the black market were constantly circulating here, and though the money stakes were huge, the chance of surviving was not.

Pam and Selina both lifted you by your arms, dusting your wet clothes off the best they could. Weakly, you tried to stand up and rubbed your raw wrists. Stammering, you spoke as loud as you could. “Th-han-k you-u.” Finally, both Selina and Pam could hold back all the questions that had been floating around in their heads any longer.

“How old are you?” “What’s your name?” “What are you doing here?” “How did they catch you!?”

Harley looked at you for a while, before turning to Selina and talking fast. “Selina, we have to-”

Selina rolled her eyes and shot Harley a look. “Not now, Harley. We have to get her somewhere warm.”

Harley was no longer just sheepish; she was talking with full-on panic. “Selina, I may have-”

Selina continued to glare at Harley while trying to wring out and dry your wet clothes, in the hope you might feel less cold.

Pam came back looking very, very scared. “Love, you’re not going to like this.” Selina looked at the shiny-eyed woman and sighed.

“What is it, Pam?” Selina inquired while rubbing her temples. This was just not her day.

Harley hissed, scowling with a warning written onto her face.”What I’ve been trying to tell you, dimwit! When I headed over there poundin’ their heads all the way to the moon, one of them guys had a walkie on them! They got an’ emergency bomb on here somewhere, and Falcone has the detonator, and more men on the way.” Harley huffed, and plopped herself against the wall and passed her sledgehammer from hand to hand, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. Pam nodded at Selina with worried eyes, confirming the worsening of the whole situation.

Selina turned frantically with her head pounding and put her hand on Harley’s shoulder. “How long ago was this?”

Harley shrugged, tugging on one of her pigtails in deep thought. “Maybe….15 minutes ago?”

Selina cursed, yanking her hand back like she’d been burned. Never had a mission gone more wrong.

But never had she ever done something this right.

Selina glanced at you one last time. You had collapsed on the floor again with your teeth chattering with the cold. Your metal prosthetics felt like ice cubes, and your retina censor had already told you several times that your body temperature had dropped significantly. You looked back at her, your eyes full of more fear and hope that she had seen when they had first gotten to you.

Selina shifted back to the others with determination and a fierce desire to survive with no one left behind. “We are not getting caught in here and slaughtered like pigs, alright? We are all getting out here alive.” Selina settled her hand on Pam’s shoulder and looked intensely into her eyes with great confidence. “Pam, I need you and Harley to secure the area. We need to escape as discreetly as possible without any bumps.” Pam nodded, but Harley had already popped her head out.

“Selina, what color did you say his cars were again?” You and the others had already been able to pick out the sounds of two vehicles, with the door slamming audibly.

Selina’s eyes widened with Pam gaping behind her. “Falcone has the detonator. And if he’s here -”

“He could explode this whole dock.” Harley finished quite grimly, with her grip on her weapon so tight, her knuckles were going pale.

THUD!

Everyone in the room jumped as the distant footsteps were getting closer and closer. The thudding was now so close the nearby wooden boards of the ship were creaking.

Harley rushed back to your side and pushed you toward Selina. “Selina, go and hide! Me an’ Pam will teach these bad boys a lesson.”

Taking their positions, Pam and Harley stood on either side of the broken door, prepared to attack at the right moment. Selina grabbed your shoulder and ushered you to the other side of the room, gently pulling you down into an uncomfortable crouch. You tried your best to be ready to sprint, trying to calm the buzzing in your chest and how heavy your head felt with fear.

A deep raspy voice broke the heavy silence. “Hey boss, we got like 14, 15 men unconscious down here. You on your way?” A quieter “Roger that,” could be heard out of walkie talkie the man on board was holding. The footsteps began up again, getting farther and closer. Harley took a stance, raising her mallet a hair too high and - Bam.

The footsteps stopped. “Hey, whos there? I already heard you! Don’t even try and hide! You’ll be a dead son of a bitch!” Frantic pacing could be heard, with crates being thrown and opened. Everyone in the room winced and gave Harley a look the could have burned her to death if Selina and Pam had tried. Pam shook her head and glanced at Harley, ready to strike. “Are you good?” Harley with a nervous look on her face gave an embarrassed sigh. “Yup.”

The man, 5 ft 8, all bark and no bite, entered in, a pistol clear in his hand.

Before you could register another thought, Pam grabbed the man’s tacky suit by the lapels and swung him around, smashing his head into the wall. He groaned and lost grasp of the gun, which skidded across the room after hitting the wall. Harley rapidly brought down her sledgehammer on the back of his head, registering him unconscious and very injured. Pam finally let go of him, and he slumped to the ground on his back with a big bruise on his forehead and a nasty nosebleed.

Selina crouched down and picked the gun up off the floor, ready to empty the barrel, but Harley grabbed it out of her hand and complained.

“He didn’t even use any of the bullets!”

Selina scowled and tried to make a lunge at the pistol, but with Harley wearing massive boots and already quite taller than Selina, keeping out of reach wasn’t really a challenge. “Let the little girl use it.”

Selina groaned, before dropping her head in her hands. “The little girl is maybe what, 5? No one gives a kindergartener a gun, not even a psychopath.” Harley grimaced and put her hand back down to her side. “Hey, sociopath, remember? They’re different.”

Selina made a mocking face back before Pam screamed, “Take cover!”

A dozen gunshots came through the hole in the door, getting Harley in the shoulder and Pam in the arm. Selina grabbed a cover of one of the wooden crates and pulled you behind her. Selina turned her head to look at you and tried to give as much comforting advice as possible. With no parents to raise her properly, emotional support was not her strong suit, but it wasn’t like the others were good at it either.

“Try to stay behind me, ok? We are going to get you through this!” Another round of gunshots fired, and the men started flooding the room.

The exit was flooded, and at least 5 men had entered. You all had to act fast before even more backup showed up.

Harley began to swing her sledgehammer around, knocking out the guns to the best of her ability, Without a military weapon, they were all just pawns in Falcone’s chessboard, strong in numbers but powerless without firearms. Pam began using her plants and foliage to wrap around some of the men's legs and render them unable to move. However, some of the men were still able to shoot, and one even managed to get out of his bounds, ready to attack. Pam had her hands raised and surging her energy into her plants to control them. Her face was scrunched in concentration, and she motioned to Selina to finish the gunmen off.

Selina took her whip and wrapped the end around the man’s legs, pulling them out under him. He yelped and slipped with his weapon thrown into the air. Harley caught is and began firing at the all the men that were trapped in Pam’s vines.

The whole room was the definition of a bloodbath: there was dried red stains on the wall and on the floor, the crates were covered in bullets, and Harley and Pam needed immediate attention.

Selina didn’t need to think twice. “Let’s get out of here!” You followed the others lead and sprinted out the main room, carefully walking over the blood and bodies scattered throughout the floor. You glanced back at the mess they had created. The ends of your lips twitched, and your eyes brightened ever so slightly. You hadn’t known then, but Selina had seen the look.

Sweet, sweet revenge..

“Halt!”

Harley with Pam right behind her turned around, and Harley screamed with fury. You followed their gazes to the top of the ship, right above the room you all had been in at the top of the vessel. There, in all his former glory, was the tux-wearing, backstabbing criminal himself.

Falcone.

“I doubted girls like you could make much trouble. This kind, anyway,” he cackled, a disgusting glint visible in his eye. He sighed solemnly, clearly enjoying himself. “But now that you ladies have already stolen from me, twice, alas, you all must pay the price.” He wiggled a round, oval-shaped device in his hand, chuckling louder and louder.

The wind had picked up speed now, whipping around dramatically and increasing the tension. Selina began screaming and swearing at him hoarsely, barely hiding the explicit impediment in her voice. “You would never do that, you coward! You would never kill yourself here for revenge!”

Falcone rolled his eyes, beaming with mirth and throwing his hands up in the air, aware of what a drama queen he was. He was loving the suspense of the situation. “Oh, who said I was? I’ll be watching from one of my hundred’s of helicopters, seeing your world turn into ash and flames!”

Selina wasn’t ready to give up, continuing to stall him and running every possible option through her head. “And your money? You get a couple million from your weapons on the black market alone! And they flow through this port!” He had his back on you now and waved his hand at her comment. “I’ll find another one!” He looked up to the sky, ready to leave. The detonator was still resting in his hand.

The helicopter had already arrived, and the bright lights blinded you and the others. You lifted your arm and squinted, trying to see where the bastard had gone, but it was too late. He had already sat himself quite comfortably inside his copter.

Harley shrieked at the top of her lungs, not even waiting for any of you to react. “RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN!!!”

Sprinting at full speed, enough to bring the aching in your legs to burning and make you forget about the cold, the only thing you could think of was getting out. Though you were with the others, you were on your own now. This was your fight, and you were going to get the hell out. Your life was in your hands now. You had needed Selina, Pam, and Harley. Now they needed you.

The situation had turned into complete chaos, with multiple possibilities and outcomes, and your minds were racing too much to accurately compare them all. Thinking of Falcone made his bio appear across your screen, and you quickly skimmed the general public appearances and criminal charges he had faced along the way. Carmine Falcone, if his reputation said anything, was not a risky man. His multi-million dollar empire was built upon careful preparation and executing all the right moves at the right times. Falcone was an aged man had been around Gotham for quite some time, and the majority of the rules of crime had been invented by him. Getting out logically was going to be critical and complex, but learning about the tech in your body could help.

Charging toward Harley's red car, you four yanked the door's open and slammed them hard.

"Harley, start the engine!" Selina jumped into the front passenger seat and began to roll down the windows, peeking outside for any possible new signs of danger. Harley patted her leather jacket down rapidly, feeling for her keys and finally finding them in her right-hand pocket. Her hands shaking, she tried to put in the key 3 times before succeeding and stepped on the accelerator.

"Damn, damn, damn!" The car barely lurched forward, and instead slugging back in forth in the same position. Pam opened the car door, checking the vehicle overall and let out a cry of pain and impediment. She leaned back, looking furious and deep down, just plain failed.

"Someone popped the tires!" Selina screamed and slammed her hands down on the dashboard.

"That little son of a bitch..." She groaned and put her head in her hands, utterly devastated. Finally, she looked up and sighed. Falcone had already sent for more men, and you could hear the cars approaching fast, whizzing along the streets of Gotham.

Thinking fast, you leaned forward between the passenger and driver seat. Harley and Selina glanced back at you, ready to listen.

"Falcone sent more cars with men in them - if we knock enough out," you continued, "We'll be able to find our getaway car quick enough." Harley looked doubtfully at you as Selina shook her head. "Falcone wouldn't care about losing those men. The minute he sees us stealing one of his Bugattis, he'll blow the port up."

The car doors began opening and shutting closed. Backup was already here, and you had 360 seconds to show your plan could work.

"Go!" You yelled getting out of the car. The gun Harley had kept was nestled into your palm, almost fitting perfectly.

Your goal was simple: shoot someone tonight. Just one person.

Pam's powers were simple but effective; the second she managed to wound someone with her hands, their whole body would become infected with her toxin. The victim would start shaking, turning green and in the end, would die with a little plant growing out of their mouths. It was indeed something else. Selina's eyes were open in horror as she became suspended with shock, but she didn't get a moment to respond before Harley jumped in front of her and smashed the man about to shoot Selina in the shin.

"Selina, wake up! You're gonna get yourself killed!" Harley criticized, not wasting a moment and swung her mallet into another man's face, causing him to scream in agony and double over.

Within all the chaos, the sirens didn't get a chance to check on you, but you were busy with something else as well.

You crept up on one of the closer vehicles, hiding behind the trunk. You eyed how the other's were doing and winced at their state. Harley and Pam were bleeding openly and needed immediate attention, and Selina was corned by at least five men with her whip on the ground ten feet away from her. There was no time to lose.

You slid along the side of the car, keeping your back as close as possible to stay out of site. The guy inside was smoking a cigar, muttering to himself about his paycheck. Automatically, your retina began to scan the front seat of the car.

"FIREARM DETECTED: POSITIVE."

Through the car, your scanner highlighted the weapon in blue and could be shown in the man's holster on his left side. Your retina then began to map out possible actions, displaying the best approach to getting this man out without getting hurt. One of them demonstrated a viable plan to attack by shooting through the window.

You glanced down at your gun and waited for your retina to explain how to use it. You began holding the rifle in a firm stance and turned the safety off. Regrettably, the guy in the car had noticed.

"Hey, Hey! What the-" The man in the car had grown extremely annoyed. You backed away from the vehicle, nearly tripping backward and he opened the car door abruptly. He grabbed the gun out of his holster pointing it at you, pulling the trigger.

You screamed, lifting your arm to cover your face, and felt a sudden impact hit your arm. You winced, waiting for the pain, but there was none.

"Oh my god..." The man spoke in shock, glancing at his gun. He had only one bullet for emergency purposes, and it had done nothing. He was just the driver, for god's sake.

You inspected your arms, thoughtfully perplexed. He hadn't fired a blank as you had felt the impact. As you glanced at your prosthetic arm, your jaw dropped.

The bullet was scarcely caught in the metal.

You removed the warm bullet and felt the place on your arm where the bullet had hit, which was a flat dent. Whoever had designed or picked out this arm for you must have known you could have been shot at, which made you wonder even more.

How important were you? Who had you been?

You hardly noticed the man running off your his life so lost in your thoughts. You crouched over rapidly grabbing the gun you had dropped, which now felt awkward heavy in your hand, and pointed the weapon, slipping your finger over the trigger. You weren't even sure where to aim. His chest? Maybe his heart.

Could you do it? The fact that you were even thinking to spare him was making you furious, and you were drowning in hatred for him and all the other's who had hurt you and Selina, Pam and Harley today. You put your finger on the trigger and pointed

and pointed

and pointed.

You repeatedly told yourself to draw the trigger and grew even more infuriated when you couldn't remember your own name. Seconds, maybe minutes later when Harley came over, you were still ordering yourself to pull it.

"Kid, give me that!" Harley snatched the gun out of your hand as you startled and pointed it on her. She barely let you respond and shot the man in the back of the head. You were shuddering as Pam grabbed the keys out of his back pocket and chucked it at Harley, who hopped into the driver seat and started up the engine. Selina was walking over now, concerned with how disappointed you looked to now have shot that gun yourself. Crouching down, she took your hand and looked into your eyes.

"You don't want to ever go down that path," she pleaded, shaking her head with a sigh. "I know what it does to people. What you did today was the right thing."

You bit your lip and nodding, sat inside the car in the back. You had to, though. It was the only way to win in this world. These men, they were on top because they weren't scared to be on that path, and you felt as if that was the only way this would never happen again.

"Step on it, Harley. Falcone's got his eye on us," Pam warned, sitting in the front passenger seat and began to moan. "My babies! Oh, I knew I shouldn't have brought them into this mess!"

"Hey, will you shut it, Pammy?" Harley ridiculed, rolling her eyes and began to drive, picking up the speed until the car was past 80 miles per hour.

Selina leaned between the front two seats and elbowed Harley. "Hey, do you want to die AND get a ticket, for both speeding and to Arkham?"

Harley giggled, slowing down to 75 mph. "I got this puddin' you don't worry about a -."

A flash of light lit up the whole harbor and shook the road. You flew up in your seat, banging your head on the ceiling and wincing, glanced back at the terror behind you. Falcone had done it. He had pushed the button but missed. A jittery feeling began to overwhelm your body as all the cars left on the road, including Harley's red BMW, had already erupted in flames. You shivered, looking at all the fire and heat and how the men must have burned in the flames and -

Suddenly, you remembered. Watching the pieces of ash and clothing floating and drifting through the air, you began to recall why you had lost your arm, remembering a room. You remebered ashes floating, mentally relived the searing heat on the left side of your body. You tried to concentrate and bring more back, but the fire was the only thing able to trigger the memory.

There was no time to dwell on it now. With the other's fist bumping and cheering, you smiled for the first time that night, and you looked back into the depths of the harbor. A feeling of satisfaction came over you as you watched all these men burn in turmoil. You had finally gotten the revenge you wanted. And the next time anyone came for you?

Well, Karma's a bitch.

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