Ok slightly angsty but how would joker and Arthur fleck react to their s/o being kidnapped? 💭
Oh, Anon, I love this one so much <3 I could write an entire fic for this. (I might even...) But for now. Here we go:
How would Arthur Fleck and the Joker react to you as their significant other being kidnapped?
Arthur:
It either happened by accident (like a robbery or someone taking hostages at the place you work, and you are one of the few they take along) or you’d been taken on purpose (by one of his enemies).
He’ll find out either via the news on the television, or he’ll receive a personal note. Probably a letter thrown at him attached to a rock. In that latter case, he’ll have a huge bump on his head, his headwound bleeding all over his clothes.
He’d be devastated. No joke here. He has such bad luck. If he comes home to find you have indeed vanished, he will have a laughing fit that never seems to end. His world will shatter.
He’d be all over the place – uncertain of what to do and how to get you back.
If his mom is still alive, then he will be packing to go after you and she will be the one to stop him. Like “What are you doing, Happy? Shouldn’t you leave that to the police?”
Oh, he’ll go to the police all right. It might take him a try or two, perhaps three or four, but in the end, his patience wears thin and he’ll smash his fist on the counter and demand that they’ll bring you back.
He’ll probably feel better once the officers tell them they’ll be on the case. Probably even cracks a smile when he heads back home, feeling good about himself.
But then, once at home, he’ll be reminded of what fate could be in store for you, either by seeing a news item about your vanishing, or by seeing something else that will trigger him.
He’ll think of so many ways that he could lose you. All dark ways, growing increasingly more disturbing as he thinks and thinks, and then, he will just explode.
No, the police won’t be able to find you in time, he’ll think.
He’ll have to do it himself.
He’ll don his Carnival clothes and dress up like a clown. He’ll sit in front of his mirror and stare at himself while he imagines a thousand ways he’ll kill the ones who took you from him.
His costume is too jolly. He’ll take it off again.
He’ll dye his hair. Green. The color you once suggested him.
He’ll put on his funeral suit. It’s the only nice suit he has. It’s red.
He’ll take the gun.
He’ll rescue you all right. You’re in safe hands.
Joker:
If someone took you away from him he’d snap. Oh, he’d be right like Arthur. He’d lose his mind at first, nearly laugh his head off in a fit of painful laughter that makes his stomach ache and his ribs sore.
But then, he’d be on it.
No one is safe around him. Not until he has you back in his arms.
Even his henchmen can expect a gun aimed at their heads if they nag him, distract him or stand in his way (even by accident). Everyone is on their toes while Joker is like this.
Nothing is too dirty. Joker will use all the tricks he has to get you back.
Need bribing? He bribes people. Need convincing through torture? He tortures people. He hires the nastiest of men to work for him if he needs their help to get you back.
It’s all damn messy because no way is he letting the people who did this to you get out of it lightly. A simple killing? Too merciful. Expect pain and slow torturous deaths.
Even those who only slightly assisted or stood by to watch. None of them are safe kids. He’ll punish all of ‘em.
And yes, they die. Even the less significant bystanders whom he blames for your disappearance. The receptionist who let the bad guys in, or the nightguard who had fallen asleep so they could get you out. Expect their gruesome deaths to be reported in the next morning’s newspaper.
And he’ll make sure that his message is sent out into Gotham and far beyond. You are his. No one should mess with you.
He’ll make sure that everybody knows he came for you. He is the first one you see entering the room to rescue you. And you leave the building carried bridal style in his arms. Him smiling down at you while the building behind the two of you explodes in a light show of fireworks.
Arthur/Joker
You love him madly for rescuing you. You have no idea how much he has gone through to come and save you, but you understand how maddening it must have been for him, how hard and how lonely. It had been the same for you. So scared, so afraid to lose him.
Of course you’ll find out about some of the casualties later on. But you’ll never find out the full extent of his terror. He’ll distract you at the right times so you’ll miss it on the news. Or tear out pages of magazines. That coffee spot spilled on that article in the paper? Threw it out, nothing worth reading in it anyway. Just some advert for knickers or something.
He’ll try and keep some of the details hidden from you because he fears that it will scare you away.
He’ll be your hero. Always. Even if others think him to be a villain.
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Prompt:
Originally it was Merlin who brought them all together, Arthur, Gwen, and the Round Table Knights. But they all moved up in the world while Merlin stayed a servant. He’s depressed and lonely but… let’s face it, Merlin would never leave them voluntarily.
So when he does leave, it’s not voluntary (but I’ll leave it up to the imagination whether anyone else knows this or not).
Regardless, without Merlin there, fractures the others never realised existed between them started to crack wider, until everything was on the cusp of collapsing.
The only thing holding them together right now is their unified goal to find Merlin and bring him home.
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The new knight arrives late to training. He’s out of breath and red as a beet. Before Arthur can reprimand him, he starts telling him why.
“I’m sorry, sire. It’s just there was this servant blocking the hall.”
Arthur rolls his eyes and waves him away.
“He was wrestling a dog to the ground, sire. I’ve never seen anything like it. Such insanity. Such impropriety.”
Arthur’s eyes slide over to Gwaine. Gwaine looks everywhere but Arthur.
“And the dog must’ve been possessed for I swear it breathed fire!”
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Arthur shouts. “Gwaine go help Merlin.”
Gwaine runs toward the castle.
“And you’d better make it clear that he isn’t keeping whatever it is he dragged in. I mean it this time, Gwaine!”
Merlin names the dog Aithusa.
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