#also forgot that they were rottweilers and not dobermans

[writingkitten]

L!Joker x Reader: Dogs

Note: pure fluff, v short, and super inspired by a post I saw awhile back about the three (? I think three) Rottweilers being loyal to J and all that. Also I’ve been busy working on this other project that I kinda let this one have not-as-great quality, but it was cute so there. Double also, pls forgive formatting, both the shitty paragraph spacing and the lack of italics. Tumblr fucked up the format and I don’t feel like fixing it lmao

Warnings: like, swear words? And some graphic descriptions of violence? But that’s it, not too sinful

In the dwindling hours of the day, dusk heavy on the horizon, you trudged home. Exhaustion plagued your body, the frigid air and harsh winds further driving your desire to get home. It wasn’t far from your work, only a few blocks, but it was on days like this that you cursed yourself for not taking a car. Even the thick mauve sweatshirt you wore couldn’t keep the cold away.

You had been out since 8am, almost 10 hours ago by now. Your throbbing head told you that cooking dinner tonight was a no-go, and so you’d stopped to pick up some warm comfort food. A treat for you, and a nice little surprise for J.

He’d been away all day yesterday, leaving before dawn and never returning. It did worry you a bit, but J had disappeared for much longer in the past, either running a scheme for days on end, or staying at his other hideout — an abandoned warehouse just outside of the city limits — to avoid leading whoever was after him this time back to you. Still, you worried, your mind racing with every bad thing that could’ve happened, like a kid whose mother was taking too long at the store. J knew this, though he continuously tried to convince you he would always come back. He knew your anxiety was far too engrained into your very being to not imagine the worst case scenario, but he still tried, if for no other reason than the hope that his constant reminder would dig itself deeper into your psyche than the anxiety.

But that had yet to happen, and so J had taken to other means of calming you. Keeping you informed was first and foremost. He’d call to tell you where he was, or text if he was in a rather boring meeting with mob bosses. He’d perfected the art of maintaining eye contact and taking part in the particulars of the conversation, while simultaneously writing a text with his phone under the table. Always a new phone, always a new number, but he had yours memorized, and you knew who it was when a message from an unknown number popped up.

That’s why, despite the apartment being empty when you left this morning, you knew he was there, waiting. It had only been about ten minutes since you’d left, so, by the time you headed home, he’d been there all day. Alone. You hoped he had caught up on his sleep, but you knew him better than that. You knew he was too bored sleeping alone, as wild of a concept as that seemed. No, instead you’d probably come home to see parts of makeshift weapons on the coffee table, or maybe the kitchen torn apart like a rabid raccoon had broken in.

At least he’d be home, you thought.

Finally standing in front of your door, you couldn’t unlock it fast enough, your feet aching, begging to be given some reprieve.

“J?” you called out as you entered.

You heard him say something, his voice too quiet to make out anything legible. Just as you were about to ask what he’d said, a massive black form sprinted towards you. Screaming, you dropped the bag of food on the floor, holding your hands out to stop whatever it was.

You eyes were screwed shut, but nothing happened. At least, not what you expected. Instead, you felt something prop itself on your shoulders. Hot breath hit your face, smelling of peanut butter. If that hadn’t given it away, the hassling sure as hell did.

Opening your eyes, you were met with the dark glassy eyes of a Rottweiler, standing on his hind legs, front paws gripping your shoulder.

J said something, this time louder, though you still didn’t hear him through your shock. The dog jumped down and ran back to the living room.

Ripping yourself from the frozen stance that you had been put you had been stuck in, you followed the Rottweiler.

On the floor sat J, his coat and blazer off, sleeves rolled up. There were strange stains on his pants. Peanut butter. Several dog toys lay around him, and two giant buckets of dry food and water sat in the corner. Most surprising, however, were the two other dogs that sat next to him.

J hadn’t looked up to greet you, busy filling some kongs full of peanut butter, seemingly the only treat he had for them.

“Uh, J?” you said, mouth agape at the sight.

“Hiya, doll,” he said, finally looking up at you, “I like that color on you.”

You had no idea what has happening, you didn’t know how to react. All you could really do was laugh.

“What the fuck is happening?” you asked.

“Uh, peanut butter time?” he said, as if it was obvious.

“J, why are there three massive dogs in our apartment?”

J sighed dramatically, “Well, I was just attending a little meeting with the Russian guy. And, wouldn’t you know, somehow he got locked up in their cages, and they just ripped off his limbs and ate him! Really fuckin’ weird cowinky-dink.”

Your eyes widened, “You fed him to his own dogs?”

J looked up at you in disbelief, “Didn’t ya listen to the story, doll?”

“Right, because you’re known for telling the truth.”

J growled, “...I’ll feed you to the dogs.”

“Ha,” you said, knowing full well that J would rather feed himself to the three than put your life on the line.

You left J on the floor as he passed out the stuffed kongs, taking the food out of the bag and setting it up on the table. Well, you were, until J turned around and watched you with an eyebrow raised.

“Uh, doll, I’m eating with them,” he said, as if it were obvious.

“...What.”

What the hell is happening?

“I’m building trust with these guys, I gotta show ‘em that not everyone is an abusive prick.”

You were silent for a moment, staring at J. Compassion was not a common experience to have with him, at least, not for other people. Towards you? He was very compassionate, even if he showed it in his own gruff way. But anyone else was lucky if they didn’t get the business end of J’s blade shoved through their throat.

Then again, that was still the case. He hated people, despised their selfishness and callousness, especially after experiencing that evil when he was still young and innocent. But animals? They were pure, only acting on nature with no societal influences. They were loyal as long as you were loyal to them, something that couldn’t be said for many people. That was one of the things he liked about you, your loyalty. You knew what he did, even if you didn’t know specifics. You knew he killed people, tortured them, destroyed the city and disrupted “society”. Yet you stood by him, loving him without question. Why you did, he’d never fully understand. But you did.

Instead of just bringing J his food, you brought your own, as well.

“I still wanna eat dinner with you,” you said, sitting down next to him.

“Aww,” J said, his voice mocking.

As soon as the containers were opened, the dogs abandoned their treats and sat around the two of you. Their eyes bored into you, pleading for a bite. Having all three of them up close now, you could see their bones, and thick scars that broke through their fur.

J tossed food at each of them, all three catching it mid-air.

“Good boys,” he said, reaching out to them and scratching around their face and neck.

“So, I assume they’re yours now?” you asked as you ate.

“Ours, bunny. They’re guard dogs, they’ll protect ya from, uh...bad guys.”

“Like you?” you asked with a smirk.

He grabbed his chest, feigning pain, “Shot to the heart, doll!”

———

After dinner — which J pretty much ate as much of as the rottys, giving them most of his food — you showered and got ready for bed, too tired to stay awake any longer. J stayed in the living room, working on a new idea, and, you had assumed, training the dogs. However, it seemed as though he was testing them now that you were home. Everywhere you went, you had three massive shadows following you. They stayed in the bathroom while you showered, laying next to the door, watching you. It felt as though they were ready to both protect you from an intruder, and come to your aid if you slipped and fell.

J couldn’t have trained them that much by now...right?

Once out, they practically escorted you to your bedroom. You got in bed, laying on your usual side. The three followed suit, taking up J’s space. One snuggled up by your feet, resting his head on your legs, staring up at you, while the other two did their best the lick your face. After the first few swipes, your face had practically been rewashed.

You laughed as they licked, “Oh, you’re so sweet! Thank you, thank you! Sweet babies!”

“So, am I gonna have to actually sleep in the dog house, now?”

J stood in the doorway, watching you laugh and love on the dogs. He mouth twitched, a quick smirk gracing his features when he saw the look of pure happiness on your face. It wasn’t something he got to see often, most of the time your happiness being qualified by some cloud of negativity. Depression, anxiety, self-loathing...it was a welcomed sight to see your unhindered smile.

He said a quick command, something in Russian that you couldn’t understand, and the dogs jumped off the bed. It was only then that you noticed three massive dog beds lining the wall next to yours.

“They’re so sweet,” you said to J, watching them curl up, getting as close together as possible.

“Yeah,” he drawled, climbing into bed beside you, “that guy got what he fuckin’ deserved. He kept them hungry, beat them, locked in cages too small for ‘em...”

You could see the anger rising in J’s eyes, his jaw clenching with malice as he stewed in his thoughts.

You reached out and took his hand, “They’ll have a good life now, J. We’ll spoil them.”

J looked over to you, “You know, that one that was at your feet was actually a service dog. Saw it in the papers the Russian kept. He’s trained for depression and anxiety.”

You perked up, “Wait, so I can take him around with me?”

“I’d want you to take all three, in case someone wanted to mess with ya and I wasn’t around. Bu-t you can have him with you at work and all that.”

The thought of having a dog to stay by your side at all times — and two more to come home to — was already making the knowledge of J leaving again much more bearable. That night, you fell asleep wrapped in J’s arms, him squeezing you far too tight to his chest as always, feeling invincible with your boys by your side.

#joker #joker x reader #l!joker #tdk #heath ledger joker #im sorry its short and shit quality #all of my creativity has been going towards my script and my brain was hurting itself writing this #it was supposed to be a nice little break #but fuck me in the ass it was NOT #also forgot that they were rottweilers and not dobermans #so if you see doberman in there its my bad because im stupid

[swapnagangadharan]

  We started trekking saying goodbye to the magnificent views. Today was another 16 kms and this time we would be descending most of the time until the final steep ascent to Gorkhay for an hour.

I used to fear descents like hell but this time I don’t know why I whizzed down for the first couple of hours. I was descending so fast that Priyanka asked me if I had wheels on my feet today. I was truly enjoying it this time.

Most part of the trek would be going through thick bamboo forests also known as the bear zone. Saikat’s obsession with yetis and bears was unbelievable and every single time he hoped he could get a sighting of one until someone reminded him that bears hibernate in winter 😊

We still hadn’t reached the bamboo forest area and at one point besides Manal and her siblings and a few others there was no one behind us.Where were they? Bharatbhai told us to be silent and he shouted for the others, his voice echoed but no response. There was a detour to this area and people could have missed that detour.

Bharathbhai and Subashbhai told us to stay where we are and rushed up and after 30-40 minutes they came back with the group. Tanmay forgot to take the detour and they walked straight ahead to a village, it took them quite some time to get back.

Now we made our way through the Bamboo forest and it was ethereal and enchanting. It was like walking into this dreamland, into a Disney movie or let me stretch your imagination and say a Little bit of The Hobbits kinda thing!Fresh to old snow, slippery to smooth we kept on descending crossing the thick bamboos. The four siblings were surging ahead with Doofy and her mum going back and forth and showing us the way.

And couple of times I slipped on the old snow and nicely fell on my butt and Yasin- Manal’s brother laughed and asked if I could do that again so he could take a pic! We laughed out loud 😁

The descent completely took a toll on Priyanka’s knees and she was getting slower, she was cursing for not having enough strength on her knees and it was taking a beating. That’s descents, strong knees or not, it does take a toll on everyone.

Darshan and I were chatting about dogs. He was an absolute dog lover,I could see that. We were talking about Rottweilers,Dobermans, the misconceptions people had on these breeds.We had a similar background as in living outside India for years and moving back. Like me,he was also mulling whether he should continue staying here or move out of the country.

At one point, we reached a beautiful clearing filled with bamboos surrounding us and Bharatbhai told us to take a break saying we were pretty far off, the other group behind were walking slow. We had to wait.

It was lovely sitting with the others until the big group caught up. Tanmay was with the last group and it was click, camera, lights, action so we started moving again.

From the bamboo forest I don’t remember how and when we started the steep descents,this was going to continue for a long time. Saikat was with Priyanka so I knew she was ok so I started moving ahead just behind Manal.

I don’t know how we got talking about music but finally I found someone in the trek who had similar taste in music! From the Doors to The Boss, From Nightwish to Disturbed, Queen’s lyrics to Bon Jovi. We shared our love of music, bands, iconic songs, the Red Shirt – Remember that Manal? 😊 It was such a joy. Where was she all these days? From the 60’s to the indie bands, we were chatting and the descents seemed tolerable now. It was refreshing and it felt good!

We shared quite a bit of other stuff too. Our lives,the previous treks we did. Details that really mattered in a trek.The synergy of the group is important and everyone has to be looked after and given attention to.

We were continuing the descent, there were no concrete signs and we had to look for arrows pointing the direction drawn on the mud. Then it happened. There was no one in front of us and behind us was Bhavana a little behind. Where did the others go? A big group of 22 and all were scattered.

I looked behind and got worried about others, how would they know the way? Bharatbhai was in the front with Manal’s siblings Darshan and Kinshuk,Subashbhai was in the last being the sweeper. Where was Tanmay?

At that moment we panicked. Should we stay? Should we go? Go where? Manal kept shouting Hey guys! waiting for a sound from either side. Nothing. We tried a few times, nothing. We could see no one behind us either. Did we take a wrong turn? This was not a linear path, it was zig zag and daunting.

We went back a bit and searched for signs, it was so eerily quiet it gets on to your nerves. Then we saw the arrow on the mud,we side stepped it and hoping others would see it,we continued. After quite some time we heard a voice so Manal called out again and sure enough we heard Bharatbhai’s voice far away.

Once we descended towards the clearing we saw the valley open up and it was massive! We were still in Nepal and there was this small village right in between the valley.

The scenery was spectacular. Rosy red cheeked kids were running about, there was a huge football ground and houses dotted around giving it a pretty picture. I went inside the Chai shop and saw Kinshuk, he offered me some really tasty snacks. He looked very tired.

We came outside and sat facing the ground. Darshan, Saikat, Kinshuk and Priyanka joined and we had our packed lunch adding some junk food chips and mixture we got from the shop. I guess it was time to have something spicy and oily instead of the usual healthy food.We were done with it! Tanmay promised we would have chicken for dinner and we were all salivating!

Post lunch,Tanmay announced there will be a cricket game for all the boys. We were bored and tired so Priyanka and I were lazing.

Manal joined us holding Doofy. A big dog from the village was after her so Manal held onto her throughout. Doofy exactly knew whom to go to. Anytime a dog bullied or chased her, she jumped into Manal’s protective arms. It was going to be heartbreaking and very tough to let her go.

We continued our chat.I have a beautiful memory of it. She was a big fan of THE BOSS and I played some of his songs and Dire straits songs while we spoke. She had rescue cats she adopted and shared stories of them. There was hope in this world..

At that moment some kids came towards us and Priyanka engaged them in conversation. She was so good with children,she talked and laughed with them and children know instinctively whom to warm up to.

After one hour we were told Chai would be at a different shop not far away from here and from there we would ascend to Gorkhay.

We wearily carried our backpacks and reached the Chai shop. Kinshuk was on fire! His eyes would brighten up, he would call us – Hey Swapna, hey Priyanka, Rabbit soup?? pointing out to the rabbits, then to the chickens then to anything that was not human! 😁 We were all hungry and I guess delusional!

With the Chai came what would be the most enticing vision we girls had in the past 7 days, The Chaiwala!

Read on 😁

    Bamboo Forest, Music, A Scare & A Chaiwala- Part IX We started trekking saying goodbye to the magnificent views. Today was another 16 kms and this time we would be descending most of the time until the final steep ascent to Gorkhay for an hour.