The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.
A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.
Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"
Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.
The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.
There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.
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something about his messy hair and the glasses makes me want to ruin him sooo bad. i want to ride him until he cries, suck the life out of him, and leave him completely dried out.
loser!jake who just sits there and lets you do whatever you want to him because he's such a good boy.
loser!jake who's very vocal and asks between moans if he's making you feel good despite you doing all the work.
loser!jake who takes his cute little glasses with him to every encounter because he knows you love them.
loser!jake who cums quite fast (especially if you're giving him head) because he's just so desperate all the time (and he's weak).
loser!jake who's left with a shaking and spasming body after making him cum twice in a row.
"are you okay, puppy boy?" you asked as you stood from your spot on the floor. jake was gasping for air, head thrown all the way back as his legs stayed spread from where you were kneeling to suck him off. he could hardly even speak, little "hmms" and "aahs" being the only noise he could produce due to the overwhelming amount of sensitivity he was feeling.
" 'm dried out"
"you think so?"
"mhm"
"let's see if it's true"
and boom, loser!jake cums another two times while you give him the ride of his life.
⭒ in my jake feels...
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I think one underrated tragedy of Ice King's scars is that he probably took away Simon's sense of levity.
Like in his very limited appearances before Simon is consumed by the crown we see he's kind of a silly dude. In his introduction video, he only put on the crown in order to playfully tease his fiancee. Plus watching him make light of the loneliness and general misery for a young girl in a broken world. He was a dedicated man, who was generous and loved with his whole heart and threw himself one hundred percent into everything he did. He was also a fun lil guy.
But after almost a millennia of being a mad man, the brunt of every joke, someone who only existed as a broken caricature of himself and couldn't be counted on to take anything seriously, I imagine he was done with it. Now he wants to focus back on his academic endeavors, on his role as a father figure in Marcy's life, on being a proper adult. Any attempts to be silly could easily remind everyone - including himself- of Ice King, something he's eager to avoid.
So his jokes and jibes and general lightheartedness turned to sarcasm and self deprecating comments.
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Kane/Cain is my mother’s name
Descendent of fire
Fire’s kin
Which way does the blade cut
Which way does the arrow go
I picked up a fallen arrow
No idea who shot it
Who it pierced
Who shook it loose from the wound it made
Whose blood dried on it
And how it came to lie just there
Where I was walking
Trying to find the limits of you
I picked up the fallen arrow
And tried to write it in the dirt
To find out what it says
Every stick has a word inside it
Every point aims a meaning
I picked up a fallen arrow
And tried to understand the meaning is there
Beyond the place I mean to go
Meaning is keener as my mind littleth
And it is later than now
On the day old snow
Frozen thawed, frozen again , a slick skin
The silk of weather falls
And it is 22 o clock
We need a torch
A keen light
A fire on the stick
A torch to find our stupid way
Away from the womb
To the work of the temple
Our work in the temple
Always talking, always burning
Always telling our way into trouble
And the cross is always waiting
Sometimes a burning cross on this white landscape
Sometimes just rough carpentry
Cobbled together on a hill
To kill a man
But we still see by such light
Enough to read the runes
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— loser boyfriend
⭒ sub!jake, afab!reader, needy jake, pet names (puppy, good boy, etc.) masturbation (m.) suggestive content under cut, mdni!
⭒ c's note: im in my heavy jake feels so enjoy this! | mlist @hollyoongs this one's for you, beloved <3
jake was always confident. his ego was through the roof with that cocky grin of his always lingering on his face. his flirty personality only added to his way of being, and to say he was an incredible dom in bed was a low title for him.
but there where time where you didn't notice. times of vulnerability that he had to deal on his own. and they were starting to happen quite often. like that one time, you accidentally brushed your arm against the outline of his dick when you tried reaching for the remote. or when your legs touched his under the table while you guys hung out with his friends.
there was no way in hell he'd let you or anyone know of this state. absolutely not. so there he was, stuck in his apartment's bathroom, massaging the massive bulge growing under his sweats. the cause of it? you had called him puppy because you saw people pulling that prank on their partners on tiktok.
"jakey?"
you called from behind the door. he practically ran when you realized his cheeks went red as a tomato at your words. to say you were worried was an understatement. it was more of amusement. you didn't know such a thing could ride him up so fast.
"puppy, are you okay?" you called again.
jake, on the other hand, was biting his lower lip as hard as he could. the taste of blood was starting to fill his taste buds. but he didn't care. he was fighting every single sound that was threatening to come out of his mouth. he took a deep breath, and stopped his movements for a second.
"i'm- i'm fine."
his voice had betrayed him, just as you expected. you leaned in closer to the door, using your aoftest voice to talk to him. "are you sure you don't want me to help, baby?"
jayun was going crazy at this point. his throat was starting to hurt from holding in the nasiest and highest moans ever. his cock was now freed from his sweatpants, proudly standing and being bumped by his fist. there was nothing wrong with a little change, right?
"it's a special occasion," he mumbled. "yeah, a special day."
"darling?" he called. to which you answered knocking on the door.
"you can help me. but it'll have to stay like this. you on that side, and me in here, mkay?"
you knew he didnt want you to see him like this, and you knew he didnt want to lose his fuck boy facade. it was a shame you wouldn't be able to see his fucked out expression, or how his beautiful adams apple would be more noticeable with his head thrown back, but you agreed nonetheless.
"im here," you reassured
"fuck baby, keep talking"
his voice was clearly breaking, and he was panting a lot. your panties were starting to feel wet, but you could deal with that later. or maybe the dom rough jake you knew could take over then.
"is your fist enough, pretty?" you asked. the pet names had jake seeing little stars all over the bathroom. he moaned in response. he didn't care anymore. he was loud.
you grinned at how vocal he was, catching onto how much he liked the nicknames. "is my baby close? cum for me like a good boy."
the sweetness of your voice, plus the million emotions going through his head, had him cumming hard. the white ropes shot out like a hose as he leaned back into the door, moaning loudly. it was almost as if he was crying. soft whimpers kept leaving his pretty mouth. he could get used to days like this.
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