#jack napier x reader

[these-written-reveries]

Broken Pieces

‣ Pairing: Ledger!Joker/Jack Napier x GN!Reader

‣ Summary: You’re burnt-out and overwhelmed and you’ve finally hit a wall. Now, all you can seem to do is fall apart. Good thing you have a special clown who knows just how to put you back together!

‣ Genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, soft!J

‣ Warnings: burn-out, overwhelm, emotional breakdown, negative thoughts, feeling like a burden, lots of tears.

‣ Word Count: 3,050

‣A/N: This is dedicated to my lovely friend, @jslittlebirdie! I told ya I’d get around to writing you something eventually! I know you’re overdue for a proper break, and while I wish I could better help you carry the weight of life’s burdens and give you the true rest you deserve, I’m limited to just how much I can do. I hope this helps, even just a little. I love you, Sukie!💜

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Heavy sobs and messy sniffles had long replaced the silence of your bedroom as you sat curled up on the bed with your face buried in J’s pillow. You were sure he wouldn’t appreciate his pillow being soaked with your tears, but it happened to be the first thing you reached for at the start of your breakdown, his scent always helping to calm you down whenever he wasn’t around. If you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine him there with you. As for the tear-soaked pillowcase, you’d be sure to wash it later before he got home, whenever that would be…

Jack had been gone for a week now, unleashing his newest schemes upon the city of Gotham. This meant you were home alone, which wasn’t really a problem for you. You had a lot of your own things to do during the time of his absence, so you planned on being busy and distracted anyway. The problem was, you were already overwhelmed and burnt out before you had dived into completing these tasks, and after multiple days of trying to push yourself through your to-do list, you finally hit a wall.

Cue you curled up in a ball on your unmade bed, your salty tears staining your beloved’s pillow as you simultaneously worried about all the things you should be doing while also remaining helplessly stuck in your place. You were utterly exhausted. Yet, the cruel voices in your head continued their endless loops of degrading words, telling you that you’re a failure, a disappointment, you should be doing better, you’re never going to get anywhere if you keep sitting on your ass, why can’t you just get up and do it already?

Your hands gripped the pillow harder as you cried, feeling like there was no escape from the overwhelming hell you were experiencing. All you wanted to do was curl up in J’s arms, knowing he was the only one who could quiet your mind and make everything better.

As if some divine force had heard your yearning desire and generously granted your wish, you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, followed by J calling out to you in a singsong voice.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Instead of the usual comfort you’d feel upon hearing his voice, you suddenly felt a wave of anxiety fill your being. You couldn’t let this be the first thing he came home to after working so hard all week. Before you could think of anything else, your legs began bolting it towards the bathroom across the room. You quickly locked the door and leaned against it, closing your eyes as you tried to gain control of your breathing.

Jack had happened to see a flash of you go by as you ran to the bathroom and raised a quizzical brow at the sight.

“Hm…So we’re playing games, are we? I see how it is…”

He dropped his large purple coat and suit jacket on the edge of the bed before walking over to the bathroom door. He tried the handle, only to let out a huff once he discovered it was locked. Swiping his tongue over the edge of his scars, he glared at the wooden door that stood between him and his love. Immediately, he could tell something was wrong. You always ran to him when he got home and practically smothered him in hugs and kisses —that which he always secretly looked forward to. Never had you run away from him upon him getting home. This was enough to set his nerves on edge.

“I don’t think I like this game, doll. Open up.”

Hesitating to speak for fear that you’d give yourself away, you took a shaky breath as you stared at yourself in the mirror, trying hard to suppress the tears that continued to flow from your red and puffy eyes. You had to find a way to pull yourself together, and fast. This is not how you wanted to be reunited with your love after he returned home from such a long trip. You could talk about your problems later. For now, you wanted to welcome him home and hear about all of his latest antics that you’d only briefly heard about from the news. You loved how excited he got whenever he told you about such things. Seeing that alone would surely make you feel loads better. You quickly tried to spit out an answer, hoping he wouldn’t be too suspicious.

“S-Sorry! I’m just…g-going pee! I’ll be out in a minute!”

Jack did not buy your lie, rolling his eyes as he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest. He knew you were in there crying. He could hear your muffled sniffles and unsteady breathing. It made him practically vibrate with agitation; protective alarms going off in his head as he tried to ignore the part of himself that suddenly wanted to murder whoever could’ve hurt you and focused his attention instead on getting through the stupid slab of wood in front of him.

“Sweetheart…If you don’t open this door, I’m gonna have no choice but to blow it wide open.”

“You wouldn’t do that. I’m in here…” You mumbled, your voice managing to sound a bit more stable that time. But it wasn’t nearly enough to convince him that you were okay.

Jack snorted in amusement, though his tone remained overall serious. “Don’t tempt me, doll. I will take down this door one way or another.”

You took a deep breath, a final attempt to calm down and get a hold of yourself. While you’d barely managed to stop the tears, your red and puffy eyes, along with your runny nose, were a dead giveaway that you’d been sobbing for the last half hour. Realizing you wouldn’t be able to make this disappear, as well as the fact that Jack’s patience was wearing thin, you decided to try your best to appear like you were fine and opened the door to the bathroom.

Jack remained leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed as you quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek before scurrying across the room, his eyes following your every move with close observation

“Welcome home, baby. I’m sorry; I’m really busy. I have to get this work done before the end of the day. Just give me a minute to sort through some things.” While this was an excuse, it wasn’t technically a lie. You hoped J would believe you and leave you be for just a moment so you could better compose yourself. One wrong move, and you’d be a heaping pile of tears all over again.

As you stood there, pretending to sort through the papers and notes on your desk, you could feel Jack’s footsteps growing nearer. His silence was deafening. Oh, how you hated it when he got so quiet. It always meant he was onto you.

To avoid what was to come, you began rambling about anything that came to mind, trying your best to direct his focus to anything else but you.

“How was your day? Did things go well? I saw you on the news earlier.”

“Doll…”

J was growing increasingly frustrated with the way you were behaving. He knew that you knew just how well he could read you. He had practically become an expert at understanding all of your little emotions and how best to handle them. So why were you still trying to hide from him? Surely you didn’t think he was so stupid as to fall for whatever trick you were attempting to pull on him…

“Oh, I found the tie you were looking for last week! I put it in the-”

Before you could say another word, Jack let out a growl and grabbed your wrist, tugging you to his chest and holding you securely in place. Carefully brushing a strand of hair out of your face with one hand, he examined your features closely. You stood frozen in place as his firm eyes softened a little. He let out a ‘tsk’, followed by a heavy sigh.

"You know I'm not a patient man, doll."

This was true, except when it came to you. Jack had always shown a lot of patience with you —as much as he was capable of giving. It remained one of the many ways he showed you just how much he cared about you. But such patience did not extend to moments like these, where you actively tried to avoid him and hide yourself from him. He hated this. It made him angry, but more than that, it made his heart ache. And he didn't like that one bit.

“M'sorry,” you muttered quietly, looking away as you felt the tears begin to fill your eyes again.

“Uh, uh. Look at me,” J ordered. Your lip quivered as you looked back at him. His eyes were much softer now as he bent down a little to reach your eye-level.

“Don’t apologize. Just tell me what’s wrong. Can you do that for me, toots? Hm?”

“If I do, I’ll fall apart,” you said, your voice cracking as you desperately held back the lump in your throat.

“I’m here. I’ll put ya back together.”

You whimpered at the soft tone of his voice, paired with his thumb gently grazing over your cheek. So badly did you want to fall apart in his arms, and now he’d given you full permission to. You could no longer resist the one thing you’d been needing during your entire time apart.

The moment you melted into his embrace, the floodgates re-opened in full-force. Jack wrapped his arms around you tightly as you spoke through your sobs, telling him all about your week without him and how much you’d been struggling. When asked why you didn’t tell him sooner, you responded by saying you didn’t want to be a bother. A bother? Jack’s brain glitched as he tried to understand why you would ever feel this way. Despite this, he remained silent as you continued to talk, and felt a twinge of pain in his chest as he realized just how much you’d needed him this last week. He felt guilty for not being there and angry at himself for not recognizing sooner the severity of your burnout and overwhelm. If he had just paid more attention, he never would have left you alone in the first place.

You could argue that you were just good at covering things up, but that wasn’t an excuse for J. He held himself to quite a high standard with you, knowing that someone like you, someone willing to ignore his massive flaws as a person and love him anyway, deserves so much more than the minimum that he could give. Jack knew he wasn’t able to give you a lot of things that he wished he could, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to find every other way he could to please you and make sure you were well taken care of. And whenever he failed to keep you happy, as presented to him in moments like these, it tore him apart inside with anger and guilt. Although he’d never tell you this, you could see the swirling emotions behind his eyes which told you all you needed to know. That he truly did love and care about you more than anything else in the world, even if he didn’t always say it.

When you were done speaking, J let out a soft coo. “Sounds like my dove had a rough week. Good thing I know just what ya need.” He pulled away from the hug with a goofy smile, the same one he always put on whenever he was trying to make you feel better.

“What?” You pouted as you wiped your eyes, playing into whatever he was trying to get at.

“A break.”

His serious response quickly turned your pout into a frown. “What? No. I already spent all day doing basically nothing. I have to-”

“Noo, you don’t. You need a break. A real one.” He took your hand and began pulling you over to the bed.

“But-”

“No buts! Except for this cute little tush parking it right here,” he said as he pointed from your butt to the bed.

You stood silently and unmoving. Jack rolled his eyes with a huff and clapped his hands insistently.

“Ahem, get a move on! Or do I, uh…have to make you?”

Knowing there was no way you could possibly win against J’s demands, you slowly climbed onto the mattress. You sat awkwardly with your legs pulled up to your chest and looked up at him through your eyelashes. J kicked off his shoes and removed his vest, tossing them both to the side. He took a glance at you and shook his head, letting out a light-hearted scoff as he loosened the tie around his neck and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.

“Ya know, if you weren’t so dang cute, you’d be annoying. Now scooch!”

You made room for him as he climbed into bed. Once he was positioned with his back and neck supported by pillows, he turned to look at you.

“Well? What are ya looking at? Get over here,” he said, arms opened wide towards you.

Jack felt the air leave his lungs as you immediately dove into his chest, a breathless chuckle passing through his lips as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your hair.

“Alright, listen up, toots. Ya can’t keep chugging along without proper breaks-”

“You do that,” you muttered into his chest.

“Ah, very funny, sassy pants…Well, you should know better than to compare yourself to me. I’m not exactly what one would call a, uh, “good example”,” he said, smirking slightly at your pouty attitude.

“Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was gonna say that ya need to take better care of yourself, doll. That pretty noggin can only take so much at once, you know. Same goes for your body. And if everything is too much and ya can’t handle it, you need to tell me. I don’t like this whole “hiding how you’re doing” schtick ya got going on. So it better stop. Oh, and you’re not a burden. Not to me. So, get that out of your head. Got it?”

You nodded and sniffled into his neck. One of his hands ran up and down your back comfortingly while the other cradled the back of your head.

“Good.” There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, this time much softer and less stern. “Ya know…If you told me sooner, I would’ve come home right away…You know that, right?”

“But there’s nothing you can do. And I didn’t want to interfere with your plans,” you spoke, your voice wavering in a way that made J’s chest hurt.

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, toots. See, I may not be able to take all your problems away, but I can help where I can. Even if it’s just to make sure you get proper breaks. Or to give ya a good squeeze.” He hugged you tighter in that moment, making you giggle. Jack smiled at this, having missed the sound of your laugh up until this point. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, leaving a small trace of red paint in its place.

“You’re more important than any of my plans. You come first, doll.” He pulled you away so he could look into your eyes once more and playfully wagged his finger in your face in a reprimanding manner. “So ya better call next time. Capiche?”

“Capiche…”

“Good…Now, uh, where’s my big smooch? I can’t wait forever, ya know.”

This elicited another giggle out of you as you eagerly leaned forward and pressed a fervent kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you were smiling. Jack grew even softer at the sight.

“I missed you. Thanks for always putting me back together. I love you so much, J.”

Instead of responding with words, Jack showed you exactly how he felt by cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a loving kiss, followed by a bunch of sloppy kisses all over the rest of your face. You laughed, which only egged him on more. He chuckled as he continued until he felt satisfied with his work. When he finished, you had little marks of red and white paint all over your face and a big smile. Jack held your face between his hands and looked at you like he was admiring a piece of art.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. You almost melted into a puddle with how tenderly he was treating you. Heat quickly rose to your cheeks as you suddenly found yourself shy under the ardent gaze of his eyes.

Burying your face into his neck, you snuggled into him as close as you possibly could. He smelled like a mix of gunpowder, smoke, sweat, and gasoline, but you didn’t care. In fact, by now, you found this smell to be comforting —something you always missed whenever he was gone. It was a unique smell that belonged only to your J.  

You relaxed into him, allowing yourself to let go of your worries and stresses for the time being. As long as J was around, you could trust that everything would be alright. Jack would always watch out for you; he’d always keep you safe and do what was best for you. Above all else, he’d be sure to pick up all the pieces of you and stick them right back where they belonged.

As J shushed you softly while gently running his fingers up and down your spine, you surrendered to his will and drifted off to sleep, knowing that he’d have you and your worries sorted out by the time you awoke. Whatever pieces that remained would be handled together. For now, all that mattered was Jack’s slow breaths and steady beating heart as he held you tight in his arms.

No matter how many times you fell apart, he remained the only true fix, for his love was the glue that the broken pieces of your soul so desperately required.

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[no-mercy-bby]

Like You

Chapter 2, Meet Cute:

You recall how you first met Jackson Napier.

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[gigglinggoddess]

“When can I see you again?”

HeathLedger! Joker x f!reader

Just a short story, I want to start writing. If this gains some traction then awesome, if not then I'll probably still write tbh.

“Well let me think.” Bruce tapped his chin as he looked at his sister, “How about no?” He grinned, snapping his fingers then pointed at her. The woman rolled her eyes, groaning. “Why the hell not?!” She protested, currently, the woman was trying to convince Bruce to let her tag along to the gala that will be held in Dent’s honor.

“Because I don't need you there.” Bruce shrugged as he leaned on his office desk, “Look, Y/N... This is for Dent. I'm afraid you're gonna... Well...” He looked at her with a hinting expression, yet she still didn't understand. Y/N crossed her arms, squinting her eyes. “Go on.” She waved her hand, “Explain, Wayne. Why I can't go.” “Well, Y/N, my dear sister. You did date, Harvey in Highschool.” Bruce explained, Y/N groaned and laughed, “Oh my god! Like four years ago!” She raised her hand in the air and quickly dropped then. “For like a month!” She exclaimed, Bruce, tilted his head. “Actually three months, but whatever. The point is it'll be awkward.” Bruce smoothly explained, and Y/N rolled her eyes. “You won’t let me go because Rahcel is going.” Y/N could sniff out a lie like a bloodhound. “Whatever.” Y/N quickly added before Bruce could speak, “Didn’t even want to go!” She defended as she walked out of the office. Bruce sighed, she definitely wanted to go.

Hours passed and most guests filled the Gala hall, it had gone without a hit. Well, towards the start at least. Y/N wasn't going to take ‘no’ for an answer, hell she wouldn't have even taken a maybe. Y/N gracefully stepped out of the car, her dress was tailored to her liking. Her hair was done just in the right way that framed her face beautifully, and her jewels were ready to bring out her eyes! She looked straight from a model agency. Y/N smiled, walking and flaring her hips side to side, there was something about going to a party you weren't meant to that gave a girl some confidence. She stepped into the elevator, and an old man and his wife were in there. She stepped behind them to not disturb any conversation, and the doors shut slowly. A purple-gloved hand was shoved in between the doors, “Woah... Uh, hold the Uhm, elevator!” He laughed manically before Y/N could get a good look at the man, a gun was pointed at the group. The elderly woman let out a shriek and safe to say, Y/N wanted to. She hadn't seen a gun this closely before. The clown got in casually as ever, seeing the button he wanted already pressed, he leaned his side against the wall. The shotgun he held was being used as a pole on the ground, and Y/N kept silent. She knew exactly who this was, the clown prince of Gotham. Y/N did her best to zone out of the situation, knowing the scene that would unfold. “Y/N Wayne?” Her name made her look at the clown, “Well, didn't know I would uh.” He licked the corner of his mouth, “Be in the midst of a celebrity of such beauty.” He smirked and spun around facing his body toward her. Joker grabbed her hand, gripping it tightly, and placing a gentle kiss on her hand. Although his movements were jerky and fast, it seemed in this second he calmed down. Yet, he became jittery once again.

The elevator's door opened, and Joker turned to her once more. “So, Wayne. When can uh?.. See you again?” He asked with a grin, Y/N was shocked. Is this time right now? His smile was toxic, making her smile. “Uh uhm... Huh?” She shook her head. Joker pushed the elderly couple out, he stuck his hand back in the elevator, pressing the first-floor button. “I'll just uhm...find you, gorgeous.” He winked at her as the door shut, she heard a shot ring out as the elevator slowly went back down.

I'm so sorry if I misspelled anything, or if my grammar is bad. I use Grammarly but it's buggin'. I'm slowly improving on my writing so I'm sorry if this sucks!!

A short and sweet story of Joker. He's baby girl fr

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[bats4bruce]

serein.

Summary: Returning home from the battlefield of Iraq, Sabrina finds herself adrift in a world she no longer recognizes. Battling demons both internal and external, she seeks solace in the company of her faithful companion, Zion, a German shepherd who has stood by her side through thick and thin. But when Sabrina's path crosses with that of the enigmatic billionaire Bruce Wayne, her life takes an unexpected turn. Drawn to each other by shared pain and a longing for connection, they find themselves entangled in a dangerous game of love and deception. As Sabrina grapples with her growing feelings for Bruce, she must also confront the demons of her past, including her former comrade-in-arms turned nemesis, the Joker. Unraveling the mystery of her own identity, Sabrina discovers that the line between hero and villain is not always clear-cut.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, self-harm, suicide, loss of a loved one, graphic depictions of torture, smut (not in this chapter), intense emotion, CC X OC, Already set female character. Mentions of war.

Extras: Hello! This is my own personal comic I've made! I really wanted to share it; I hope someone enjoys it! This follows the event of The Dark Night trilogy, but eventually, it just follows the basic comics. I love writing, and if anyone wants an 'X reader' request, let me know!! Please let me know what you think! The chapters will get longer as it goes on, just hard to start!

Word count: 1.77k

P / 1

Sabrina sat alone at some club, a rare moment without Zion by her side. She avoided bringing him there, the dirty floor, for her companion's sake, and drowned back the drinks, the thumping music echoing around her. Grimacing with every harsh sip, she felt the bitter liquid clawing its way up her throat, yet she fought it off with another swig. Sabrina had given up—no job, no apparent skills beyond combat, and was haunted by PTSD. A hopeless combination, she mused to herself.

"Didn't know you frequented this place." A smooth voice resonated beside her, momentarily pulling her attention away from her spiraling thoughts. Bruce Wayne, in this flashy club?

"Could say the same for you, Mr. Wayne," she hollered over the loud music.

Bruce shrugged. "I don't usually." He gestured to the bartender. "Let me buy you a drink."

"I'm good," she declined, moving to leave and hopping off the high barstool. Bruce, gently grabbing her arm, halted her departure. Sabrina turned back, her gaze intense.

In the loud and pulsating club, Bruce leaned closer to Sabrina, his lips barely inches from her ear as he spoke. "Why aren't you going to the Gala?" His words were barely audible over the thumping bass, his eyes skirting around the crowded dance floor.

"I just don't want to, that's it," Sabrina replied, her voice a mere murmur amidst the clamor. Bruce loosened his grip on her arm, and she noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor, a softer, more understanding expression emerging on her face. "I appreciate the offer to attend as your date, deeply flattered, but I'm not a big fan of Harvey."

"We won't have to be around him," Bruce attempted to reassure her, a faint smile forming as he finally met her eyes amid the flashing lights and moving bodies.

"It's in his honor," Sabrina laughed, bemused by the situation, which drew a chuckle from Bruce, his laughter blending with the club's cacophony.

"Then let me take you out," Bruce boldly suggested, his voice a touch louder but still drowned in the club's din.

Sabrina gave him a sidelong glance, a playful glint in her eyes, and responded, "Why?"

"You're single, and I'm single. It makes sense, doesn't it?" Bruce leaned in closer, his tone casual, almost lost in the pounding rhythm of the music.

"Why assume I'm single?" Sabrina leaned back slightly, tilting her head as she questioned him. Despite the noise, her words were clear and firm. She quickly sat back down.

Bruce shook his head, struggling to maintain the conversation amid the uproar. "I know you're single. If not, you wouldn't have sat back down."

The scene continued to swirl with movement and noise, the air thick with energy and the pulse of the music, as Bruce and Sabrina exchanged their banter in the club's vibrant atmosphere.

-

Sabrina reiterated to herself that it wasn't a date. They were going out with Harvey and Rachel, but it definitely wasn't a double date. It was just a friendly outing at one of Bruce's restaurants. That's all it was.

Bruce wanted to convince Sabrina to reconsider attending the gala to show her a different side of Harvey, who wasn't the man who made her heroics about himself during his speech. But she was holding a grudge, and rightly so. Sabrina's phone rang just as she sat on the edge of her bathtub. Zion darted in and offered the device in his mouth. She couldn't help but smile as she took the phone from him, patting his head in gratitude before answering.

"Hello?" Sabrina's voice echoed as she stood up to check her heels. "Hey," Bruce's voice instantly brought a broader smile to her face. "Mr. Wayne, already calling? A bit eager, aren't we?" she teased, a hint of panic underlying her casual tone as Sabrina had barely gotten dressed.

Bruce chuckled from his manor, looking out of the towering windows, a hand casually placed behind his back. "No, I'm not eager," he replied. I just wanted to talk to you before our date and see what you're doing."

"I'm getting ready right now, and I'm about to do my makeup-" Sabrina began, bending over to fix her heel.

"You don't have to wear makeup," Bruce interjected, causing Sabrina to groan in playful frustration.

"I do, just a little at least," she countered.

"People have seen you without it," Bruce pointed out.

"Yeah! When they broadcasted my return from Iraq, I was bleeding and had fresh stitches," Sabrina retorted with a hint of annoyance. "The people have seen me in a lot of ways, Wayne... But tonight, I want to look normal."

Bruce paused briefly, making Sabrina wonder if she had gone too far. However, she heard him sigh dreamily on the other end. "You're so argumentative. It's charming."

"You can't see red flags, can you?" Sabrina teased lightly.

"I love the color red," Bruce quipped back.

As they bantered back and forth, Sabrina couldn't help but feel more at ease. She was still apprehensive about the evening, but Bruce's playful manner helped soothe her nerves. "You're stupid, you know that?" Shaking her head, her grin much wider. 

"Don't forget who agreed to go on this date," Bruce chuckled as he buttoned the wrist of his dress shirt. "I'll see you in ten." That was all he said before the call dropped, and Sabrina snapped the phone shut with a smile. It wasn't a date!

-

Bruce guided Sabrina into the upscale restaurant, his hand resting gently on her lower back, a silent gesture of reassurance. Beside them, Zion stood proudly with a tiny bowtie adorning his neck. As they approached the table where Rachel and Harvey were seated, the couple rose to greet them. Rachel's smile stretched a little too wide, and a silent taunt was directed at Sabrina. She mentally rolled her eyes at the familiar 'I told you so' expression.

Pulling out a chair for Sabrina with practiced ease, Bruce guided her to sit before smoothly tucking it in, a subtle yet chivalrous gesture. Zion settled on the floor beside Sabrina's chair, a vigilant guardian.

"I didn't know they allowed dogs in here," Harvey remarked as he took his seat opposite Sabrina. She ignored him, immediately burying herself in the menu to block out his presence.

Bruce shrugged casually. "They make exceptions when needed. I own the place." His gaze swept over the restaurant, and with a wave, he signaled for a server to approach. "Let's start with some drinks," he suggested, a playful glint in his eye as he turned to Sabrina, who smiled appreciatively at him. He winked in response.

"So," Rachel began, leaning forward and abruptly slamming down Sabrina's menu, "Any thoughts on the gala?" Her freshly painted red nails clutched together as she rested her chin on her hands, her tone bordering on interrogation. Sabrina sighed inwardly, already weary of the impending discussion.

"Perhaps we should save the gala talk for later, Rachel," Bruce intervened smoothly, his tone gentle yet firm. "After all, tonight is a date," he added, the implication clear. Sabrina felt heat rise to her cheeks at the unexpected declaration. "Let's act like it." 

After a few drinks and a satisfying meal, the tension surrounding the gala seemed to dissipate, much to Sabrina's relief. Rachel had refrained from bringing up the event, and the conversation flowed smoothly. Sabrina even found herself warming up to Harvey Dent... However, sometimes we speak to soon. 

"Sabrina, forgive me if I've forgotten," Harvey began, his tone laced with genuine curiosity as he raised his half-full glass of liquor. "What rank did you hold?"

Sabrina offered a polite smile, her fingers absently picking at the food on her plate as she glanced at Zion by her side, ever watchful. "I was a major, Major Swayer," she replied, her voice calm but guarded.

"Major, huh? Impressive," Harvey nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Was it difficult?"

As Rachel and Bruce observed the conversation, Bruce's gaze remained fixed on Sabrina, his concern evident. Sabrina's attention shifted uncomfortably under Harvey's intense scrutiny. "Basic training had its challenges, but special forces were another level," Sabrina explained, her tone measured. "Not everyone made it through."

"And the war?" Harvey pressed, his tone casual but the question striking a nerve. "Apart from the ambush, of course. Did you enjoy it?"

Sabrina's eyes widened in disbelief. Did he really just ask that? Anger simmered beneath her calm exterior. "Harvey," Bruce interjected, his voice a warning, but Sabrina silenced him with a raised hand.

"No," Sabrina mumbled, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I hated it, all of it." If it weren't for the years of harsh training to hide emtion, Sabrina swore she would burst into tears. "A bit insensitive to ask, isn't it?"

Harvey's smile faltered, replaced by a hint of condescension. "Calm down, Swayer. It was just a question."

Sabrina's jaw clenched, her resolve fraying. She glanced at Rachel and then at Bruce, seeking support. "You know what, Harvey? fuck you," she declared, rising abruptly from her seat and tossing her napkin down. "I've had enough." She turned to leave but looked back, "And for your information, I didn't vote you as fucking DA." With a single command, Sabrina signaled for Zion to follow as she stormed away from the table, leaving Rachel speechless in her wake.

"God, some people," Harvey muttered, shaking his head. "Gotham scum, comes with being raised in those... slums. We really need a—" Bruce stood abruptly, a deep sigh escaping him as he followed Sabrina's retreating figure. 

Rain cascaded down in typical Gotham fashion, enveloping the city in a wet embrace as Sabrina and Zion navigated the slick sidewalk. Clutching her arms around herself, Sabrina shivered; the dress she wore offered little protection against the cold. Suddenly, headlights bathed her in a soft glow as a familiar car pulled up alongside, slowing to a crawl. The window rolled down, revealing Bruce Wayne's concerned face.

"Get in the car," Bruce commanded, his voice a mix of worry and insistence. "You'll get sick." Sabrina, however, continued to walk, her stubbornness taking over, refusing to yield.

Bruce tried again, softening his tone. "Look, I'm sorry. You're right about Harvey; he's just a—"

"Bruce," Sabrina halted, her voice breaking as tears streaked down her face. "I... I really don't like Harvey Dent." A breathy laugh escaped her, betraying her attempt to lighten the mood. "I guess I'm embarrassing myself. That liquor was, uh, strong." She brushed away a tear, and Zion echoed her sentiment with a bark.

Bruce's expression softened into a smile, understanding and empathy in his eyes. He leaned over, pushing the passenger door open wider. "Please get in, Sabrina. You're shaking."

Taking a moment to glance around, then down at Zion, Sabrina finally acquiesced, opening the door fully and stepping into the warmth of the car, Zion following closely behind. The scene, lit by the soft glow of streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement.

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[god-complex-12]

Cigarettes

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Pairing: [Joker] Jack Naiper x reader

Pronouns: he/him

Fandom: DC

Quote: “Call me Joker.”

Description: Y/n gets a new housemate.

Disclaimer: Boring story, the story and Joker is just completely based on Chaz frome When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris. The chapter is called The House. Great book. Recommend, but this story is almost exactly like that.Joker comes off creepy. It doesn’t really clarify if y/n really likes Joker. Joker is referred to as Jack. And cigarettes.

Master list

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An old building, it was. An old building, but y/n found it homey. An old building, filled with crazy people, and cluttered with antiques. It was more of just a big house. Y/n has lived there for awhile, it wasn’t the best place, but he couldn’t complain. He usually kept to himself, not talking with anyone that much.

He did know the drama. For instance, he knew that a student was moving out to go to college. He also knew someone was moving in. A guy named Jack, and y/n so happened to see him in the hall. No, he wasn’t moving in, he was just renting the room. He wasn’t to stay permanently, at least, that’s what y/n thought.

“You wanna help?” He asked.

Y/n didn’t talk much to him, he kinda just examined the man. He was slender, and handsome. He looked perfect, so y/n started to try and focus on his flaws. He has freakishly pale skin. His yellow teeth. But if you asked y/n, he found those things more appealing.

“You looking for something?” Jack asked, he had a cheeky smile.

Y/n didn’t respond. He just went on talking about something else. Jack wasn’t the nicest. He was pretty rude.

“Anyways, I don’t have to chit-chat.” And then he walked away.

He liked to do that. Leave the conversation early, like he wasn’t the one to start it. It was kind of annoying, but y/n couldn’t do anything about it.

Before Jack, everything was quiet. Now, the day consists of old 90’s rock music. It’s not that bad, it’s good music, but all day? It was annoying. Sometimes, Jack would come to see y/n. Knocking on his door asking for a cigarette. Y/n would cave in, handing him one, and Jack would stand there and smoke it. Y/n had to stand at his doorway and watch. Jack would complain about y/n’s room. Y/n didn’t think anything was wrong with his room. It’s clean. It’s neat. But Jack didn’t think so.

The longer Jack lived there, the more things y/n started to notice. Jack lost his job, supposedly because he was too good for it. Y/n doesn’t really know if he got another one.

Jack began to knock on y/n’s door more often. He had no care in the world for the time. He’d always have so many stories or some stupid conversation to say. Y/n tiredly listen.

Jack wasn’t the most stable person, and they came more apparent when he’d angrily throw stuff out his window, or break something and spread all of the pieces around staring at it. Sometimes you’d see him with a beat up face, he’ll say he got in a fight and won, other’s say he got jumped.

A lot of times when y/n would open the door, Jack would drag y/n out of the wrong, by aggressively grabbing his arms. Jack would control each of his limbs as a puppet. That was when it clicked something was seriously wrong with this guy. Y/n didn’t notice as fast as he’d like, maybe he thought someone so good and clean looking could be so lost.

Jack would even go as far as shoving notes under y/n’s door. They were creepy and unsettling. “I can die and be born again on the same day.” or “You’re my favorite, I’d keep you.” The writing was if it was written from blood. The dark red ink (If it was ink) was off putting. Y/n heard he didn’t to someone else in the house too, but it wasn’t as bad. That was when the landlord told him to leave. Jack had no choice but to agree.

Someone had come by to get his stuff and had said he was put into a mental institution. Said that he was schizophrenic. y/n wasn’t shocked, in fact he felt a little sympathetic, and even went to see him one time. “I knew you loved me. That’s why you were my favorite.” He’d say.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep it to yourself, Jack.” Y/n grumbled.

“Call me Joker.” He said and it seemed more of a threat than a request.

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[lost-in-sokovia]

aw I love baby auggie! I just want things to work out for them 😭 what if eddie escapes with the joker and he takes his family and runs 🥺 it’s what they deserve

oh anon i 1000% agree with you. however, living in the dc universe, there’s a fat chance that might not happen. however, im glad you brought up the joker. let’s talk about his involvement with auggie

“uncle jack”

so it’s obvious that eddie met the joker, jack napier, in prison

the two managed to escape arkham because it’s absolutely terribly ran, and eddie like seriously connects with jack

friend? jack wants to be eddie’s friend? eddie is all over that shit

eddie takes jack to your apartment with him. you’re sitting in the living room with august when you hear your door being unlocked. you hold him tighter and place yourself in front of him as your nerves grow, but the door is suddenly opened to reveal eddie in that stupid orange and white jumpsuit

your eyes widen in disbelief and auggie yells “DADDY!” and runs over to him, eddie catching him in a tight hug and kissing him all over his face

tears are welling in your eyes as you stand up, running over to hug eddie as well

the three of you are all on the floor at auggie’s height, crying, laughing, and hugging and jack is just. standing by the outside of the door waiting to make an appearance

“how did you escape?” you ask as eddie wipes your tears. auggie is still holding on to eddie as if he’s scared if he lets go that eddie will go away again. eddie sniffles, adjusting his glasses “well, i didn’t do it alone…” he trails off, glancing towards the door

that’s when jack steps in and you gasp slightly, grabbing onto august’s shoulders and trying to gently pry him off of eddie

auggie looks up from eddie’s chest and meets jack’s creepy-ass gaze and lets you take him off of eddie, holding his hands all close to his chest in fear

you and edward stand up and august hides behind you, wrapping his arms around your legs and peeking out next to them

“(y/n), auggie, this is jack,” eddie introduces with a slightly awkward clearing of his throat. jack nods at eddie before looking to you and smiling

“eddie’s a lucky guy, he’s told me all about you,” jack starts off, taking a step towards you. you quickly glance at edward, trying to his your uncomfortableness behind a forced smile

“nice to meet you,” you force out, allowing jack to shake your hand. eddie watches carefully and fidgets with his jumpsuit, hoping you like jack

jack looks down from you to august, and kneels down, tilting his head as august whimpers slightly and you rub his little shoulder comfortingly

august is the epitome of the 🥺 emoji

“now look at you, little guy! you look just like your dad!” jack exclaims. eddie smiles proudly and you’re looking at him like he’s absolutely insane, definitely uncomfortable that this creep from arkham with the face paint and weird hair is talking to your child. who knows what this guy got put in for

“hey, don’t be shy!” jack hold out a hand. august disappears behind your leg as his grip tightens and you take a deep breath. jack leans a little to try and look behind you as he chuckles

“ahh that’s okay, i know i probably look a little intimidating,” jack brushes off with a laugh, standing up. edward walks over and picks auggie up, kissing his head as auggie nestles his head in eddie’s neck “don’t be shy baby boy,” he whispers

you’re just kinda standing there like “😀 what the fuck” the whole time

and that’s how auggie met jack. from the very first day, he was not a fan

and it was like that forever

jack often came over to either discuss with or plainly just hang out with edward

eddie is ecstatic, you and august not so much

and jack knows it and absolutely capitalizes on it

jack is trying to “bond” with auggie every chance he gets

he’s always looking through auggie’s stuffed animals, kinda scoffing and chuckling to himself as he shakes his head

“you got any action figures, kid? any toy guns or stuff like that?”

auggie will shake his head slowly and jack will place a hand on auggie’s shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes

“well, your ol’ uncle jack here is gonna take care of that, hm?” he smiles, auggie kinda cringing under his touch. a lightbulb goes off in jack’s head “yeah, uncle jack. you can call me that from now on, ‘kay pal?” he asks. auggie nods nervously

eddie thinks it’s so adorable that he’s “uncle jack” but you absolutely want to throw jack off the top of a building

you try to talk to eddie about it “edward, your son is terrified of him!” “jack is just a little unsettling at first, that’s all. i’m sure he’ll learn to love him and if he doesn’t, i’ll keep him away from him”

when jack upholds his promise and gets august a toy gun as a gift, august almost starts to cry because 1. guns are scary 2. he doesn’t like that it’s heavy and hard plastic that could hurt him 3. it’s from jack

that’s one of the times where edward is like “dude tf you’re scaring my kid” but of course jack just brushes it off

august knows his daddy likes jack, but he can only stand him for so long and auggie will talk to you in bed at night about how much jack scares him

auggie tries so hard to be a big boy for eddie but holy shit no

auggie is not a fan of uncle jack, if i haven’t said that already

you never leave jack and august alone together anymore, always staying in the same room as them and being august’s safe haven because you’re worried if eddie was ever there instead of you he might not step in the same

there was ONE TIME when you and edward had to go out and you couldn’t get somebody else to watch august. you tried your hardest to just be like “we don’t have to do this thing” but edward was like “you know we do” and you made eddie break the news to august that jack was going to watch him for only a little while when they went out

a few tears escaped auggie’s eyes and eddie smiled sadly, hugging his son

“mommy and daddy will be back soon, i promise,” he reassured. he pressed a kiss to auggie’s lips, no happy little “mwah!” sound from august this time, just “🥺🥺🥺”

you picked up auggie and held him for a moment, stroking his hair as if you were going away for like a week when in reality you were leaving him with jack which is worse

“you’ll be okay, im sorry baby,” you whispered

“don’t worry, we’re gonna have lots of fun, kid”

famous last fucking words

when the two of you got back, august was bawling his eyes out and ran to you, you picking him up and holding him tightly

“what happened?” eddie asked

jack chuckled to himself as he explained he thought it was a funny and fantastic idea to tell august about a man called the riddler and the things he does at night, and now august is afraid the riddler was going to come and get his family

edward actually decked jack for that one

jack isn’t allowed around august anymore.

jesus christ that was long but i had to put this out there i hope you enjoyed hdhshjsjs

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✎... 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 cyber 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀— 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒.

✎... 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾: 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾.

✎... 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐/𝖼𝗐 '𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌' 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀? 𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝗎𝖻𝖼𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌.

✎... 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌) 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖯𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾.

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The Pretender - Chapter lll

Summary: You are the spitting image of a Lady of the Reach, when she framed you for a crime you did not commit you become her and marry her betrothed, Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Angst, fluff and soft!Aemond (yes, that’s a warning)

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Alla’s pacing through the bedroom woke you up, she was mumbling to herself and biting her nails. She didn't notice your sleepy and confused face looking at her, you believe that she mentioned fleeing Kings Landing at least three times.

“What is wrong, Alla?” Your sleepy voice made her jump, he wasn’t expecting you to be awake so early.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, m’lady. I just couldn’t sleep.” You couldn’t help but feel sorry for Alla, she reminded you of yourself, so scared of Shaera but you needed to reassure her.

“You did not answer my question, Alla.” You motioned for her to sit on the bed next to you, she seemed to struggle with herself but eventually sat down. “And please call me Shaera.” Alla didn't seem too pleased with this request but simply nodded.

“I am terrified, I know that I have your protection but he’s the Lord of the Westerlands he could make disappear without a trace.” Her words hit you harder than they should’ve, it took you back to that day when you have been ripped away from your home, from your family.

“He might be a Lannister but I am an Oxwell, soon to be wed to a Targaryen Prince. If he is to do anything to you, he shall receive all the wrath of my House for you are a true friend to me, your birth is of little importance.” You hugged her tightly, you wouldn’t let anyone hurt your friend, if you couldn’t protect her, what good the family name you bear now is to you?

“I’m so grateful for you, m’lady.” You looked at her with a pointed look. “Shaera.” Alla corrected herself.

“Do not fret, no one shall touch you without your permission.” You assured her and she smiled brightly at you, before Alla was your servant she worked in the kitchens. Alla remembers many times other servants came back to the kitchens, after being violated by one of your brothers. You didn't know any of it, Alla wasn’t supposed to be seen outside of the kitchens, but once your last servant left she was appointed to you.

Shaera was rude, she often hit Alla. But Alla was grateful for this instead of being violated by one of your brothers. Everything changed though, you most of all. You were sweet, compassionate and grateful, now you were all but declaring war against the Lannisters for Alla. She felt ovpqerwhelmed by your declaration, no one ever cared for her this way, not even her parents who were more concerned with her brothers because they could work and help the family. The two of you got scared once there was a knock at the door, Alla got up from the bed and went to the door.

“Who is this?” It broke your heart the way Alla’s voice faltered due to her fear but you assumed that your voice would be just the same.

“Food for Lady Shaera to break fast, Ser Criston Cole sent it.” You and Alla shared a sign of relief, she opened the door and brought the food to you.

The tray had many fruits, teas and cakes it was so much food. You were glad for Ser Criston to be in your life, he is a good man you concluded.

“Please, Alla come help. I am sure that Ser Criston didn't send this much food just for myself.” She froze, you never offered food to her before. You told her to get rid of food many times, but she isn’t like that anymore a voice convinced Alla.

She came to join you in bed, eating the fruits, and the cakes and drinking the many teas Ser Criston provided. Thoughts about Prince Aemond came back to the front of your mind, you had the walk with him in the gardens today. Being next to the Prince brought a smile to your face.

“What is it, Shaera?” Alla inquired, she wanted to know what suddenly brought a smile to your face.

“I have the walk with Prince Aemond today.” You laughed at Alla’s face, you could tell that she completely forgot about it you couldn’t blame her.

“There’s no time to keep eating, I must start on your hair quickly.” Alla took you to the chair and started working on your hair, she loved working on your hair.

You were still eating cakes whilst Alla was telling you to keep still, you were laughing together and you were teasing her for taking your hair so seriously.

“Are you excited to meet with the Prince?” She asked, you were looking at her through the mirror.

“Exceptionally, he told me that he hopes that I call the Red Keep home soon.” You didn't know who was more excited, you or Alla, she got even more determined to make your hair impeccable.

Once Alla was finished with your hair, she started to help you get dressed. You decided to wear a purple dress, one of your favourites since you’ve seen it for the first time. It had gems on the bodice, it was delicate but powerful at the same time. Alla finished putting on your dress and started admiring her work, you looked absolutely stunning.

“The Prince is gonna love it.” You started giggling, Alla was a bit confused by your antics if your reputation amongst the servants is anything to go by, you are no stranger to the company of men. But maybe they were all wrong about you, she thought.

“Do you believe so?” That was the worst thing about your personality, you thought. Being insecure, you weren’t like Shaera, she would never question her beauty. You are almost the same person be more like her in that aspect, the voice in your head was screaming at you. But how could you know when no one ever told you that you were beautiful before becoming Shaera?

“You must come with me, Alla.” She understood why you were saying this, Lord Lannister. When it came to this subject, Alla would always listen and obey you.

Alla opened the door for you and you started walking, she was behind you trying not to get noticed by any man. People were curtsying you, it was a strange feeling being revered in such a manner. The gardens were absolutely beautiful, you’ve never seen anything like it. The roses were smelling absolutely divine, and the trees were tall and brought a more than welcomed shade. Everything in this garden was beautiful, you started to twirl around the gardens with Alla. The two of you brought attention to yourselves but you couldn’t care less, you were happy and sharing that happiness with your only friend.

You stopped when you felt as if someone was watching, and that person was Aemond. He was watching you, with a face that gave nothing away. All of those thoughts of not being enough, of being ugly, of being inferior came with full force. He calmly walked closer to you, and Alla quickly left your side and went a few steps behind you.

“Lady Shaera, I must say seeing you so carefree makes me be of the opinion that you are happy here?” You’ve always thought that you could read people easily, but not him. His tone of voice, his face, and his body language gave nothing away. Was he being condescending? Was he being cruel? You couldn’t tell, but you wanted to believe in the best of him.

“Yes, the gardens are absolutely incredible.” The smile on your face was beautiful, Aemond thought to himself.

“Shall we?” He motioned for the two of you to walk around the gardens, he positioned himself in a way that you were in his field of vision. He wanted to gauge your reactions, to study you.

“I must say, I was amazed by your invitation Aemond.” He smiled at the fact that you were using his name, not his title.

“Why?” This piqued his interest.

“You must forgive my bluntness but I was led to believe that you did not approve of me.” He stopped walking to look at you, again his face gave nothing away.

“Who would give you that idea?” Maybe someone said something to you, he thought.

“Your actions.” You put it bluntly, and he was taken aback by it. A Lady shouldn’t say such things, you thought to yourself. Well, it was too late now, he motioned for you to continue. “You left as soon as I arrived, you dismissed my attempts at conversations at the feast but only when the detestable Lord Lannister came to ask for a dance that you gave me any sort of attention.” You were smiling, you were teasing him and Aemond could tell.

“My deepest and sincerest apologies, I’ve known that we were to be betrothed since my younger years but when you finally arrived I didn't know how to feel.” Did he sound sincere? You couldn’t tell, you barely knew him but you did want to know him more.

“There’s nothing to forgive, for I was simply jesting.” You laughed, his actions did hurt your feelings but you could understand his reasoning, if you were him you probably wouldn’t want to marry a woman that had a foul reputation.

“You are not what I was expecting, Lady Shaera.” He was being sincere, he was expecting an obnoxious woman that was disgusted by his face. But you were kind, funny and most importantly you were innocent. He knew that rumours could be exaggerated but to be so wrong that it could be describing a totally different person.

“What were you expecting, Prince Aemond?” You knew what he was talking about, and you knew that he knew. You were dreading the conversation, Shaera didn't tell you everything that she did to be completely honest you didn't want to know.

“Someone that would live up to the rumours that I’ve heard all my life.” There it was out in the open, Aemond had to know it was eating him alive.

“I must assure you, the rumours are simply that, rumours.” Aemond could tell that you were being honest, you are so easy to read, he concluded.

“Forgive my forwardness but I’ve heard of your many lovers and your foul actions, were there all lies?” You didn't want to have this conversation, Shaera’s past was hers not yours but were her now so you needed to clear the air.

“My brothers were especially vicious growing up, they were jealous of the fact father considers me his favourite. It started with small lies, and before I knew it I was this shrew they painted me as. I tried to fight them, but words are just like feathers in the wind you can never take them back and many added to them, so I simply stopped fighting.” It was a lie, but there was simply nothing else you could say. Shaera wasn’t going to interfere with the rest of your life.

“I know more than enough about horrid brothers, I am sorry you had to go through that.” Aemond approached you and put his hand on your forearm, his touch was like anything you’ve ever experienced before. Your breath was caught in your throat, his hand was warm.

“Do not apologise, I simply want you to understand that I’m not that person.” He hummed, Aemond understood being misunderstood and being painted as something he isn't.

The two of you started walking again, it was a comfortable silence. Aemond was watching you, he thought that you looked so beautiful. The two of you were underneath a gazebo and stopped you one more time.

“There is one more thing that I must know, again forgive me for my bluntness. You said the rumours were untrue, but I ought to ask are you untouched?” His fingers grazed your cheek, you leaned into his touch. It was inappropriate, but you didn't care. Aemond was being so tender, so loving like no one else was before.

“I am.” You whispered, Aemond could feel the weight being lifted off his shoulders. He was going to defend your honour no matter what, but knowing that you had your virtue still was much easier to defend it. “I apologise, for I do not know those things.” For some reason you were embarrassed to admit that.

Aemond approached you, both of his hands went to your face. Your breathing was uneven, your heart was pounding. His eye was focused on your lips, there was another thing you didn't know about: kissing. But before Aemond could kiss you, Alla ran towards the two of you more going behind you.

“M’lady.” She pointed, Alla was terrified.

There he was, Lord Lannnister he was seething and it seemed as if he was looking for Alla. The Prince turned around unimpressed with Lord Lannister, he was rudely interrupted.

“YOU!” He pointed at Alla, who hid even more behind you. “I demand that your servant pays for what she has done.” You put yourself in front of Alla, who was crying. Aemond was confused, and decided not to intervene. “She must pay for assaulting me!” He screamed, but you weren’t scared of him at all.

“Must I remind you why you were assaulted, Lord Lannister?” For the first time he realized that Aemond was there with you, and he looked terrified. “Should I share with my bethroted the reason why my servant seize hold of the chair and knock you?” That was enough to make Lord Lannister to leave without saying a word, and now Aemond was curious.

You signed in relief once he was out of sight, you turned to Alla. She was crying and you were comforting her. Aemond cleared his throat, you told Alla to wait for you a bit further away. You needed to speak with Aemond.

“What did that man do?” Aemond was trying to not sound too angry, he didn't want to scare you.

“Aemond…” You took a deep breath, you decided to tell him last night but now you weren’t so sure. He came closer to you, he wanted to put you at ease. Aemond got a strand of your hair in his fingers the act brought goosebumps all over your body.

“I want you to trust me, please tell me.” He whispered, and came even closer to you. His body was radiating warmth, you wanted to know how his arms would feel around you. Safe, the voice in your head whispered.

“Lord Lannister said unsavoury words to me when we were dancing, and I stepped on his foot.” The two of you shared a laugh, Aemond did see that, he was impressed with your courage. “That angered him, and he came to my chambers later that evening.” Aemond tensed, you didn't noticed how his breathing got a bit heavier. “He slapped me and Lord Lannister was about to violate me when Alla, my servant hit him with the chair. Aemond, my servant is scared that she’ll die but I made an oath to protect her.” You wouldn’t let anyone hurt Alla for defending you.

“I appreciate her courage and devotion to you, it makes me happy that you are alright.” He put both his hands on your face, his thumb delicately stroked your lips. Your breath got caught in your throat, your heart was beating so rapidly.

This is it you were about to have your first kiss, you had no idea what to do. You were scared, but you felt safe in Aemond’s arms. He was moving ever so slowly, afraid to scared you with his eagerness. You could feel his breathing on your face, his eye was looking for any signs of doubt he found none.

“Aemond.” Alicent called for him, she couldn’t see that you were in front of him. That made you take a couple steps away from him. She arrived, and she seemed surprised to see you.

“Lady Shaera, I haven’t seen you here. I hope you had a good night’s sleep.” You curtsied her and smiled.

“I did, your Grace.” Alicent smiled back at you, and then turned her attention to her son.

“Your grandfather looks for you.” Aemond took his leave, and he left you with Queen Alicent.

“Are you alright? I’ve spoken with Ser Criston.” Her face held nothing but concern for you, she seemed like what a mother would look like.

“Yes, my servant saved me. Thank you for your concern, my Queen.” You were touched by her concern towards you.

Then she surprised you she hugged you tightly, the motherly love was being put in this hug. Your grandmother wasn’t an affectionate person, she was rather abrasive and of course you’ve never met your own mother. Her hug brought tears to your eyes, and you finally hug her back. You had no idea how much you needed this, motherly affection.

“Oh, my child. Are you sure that you are alright?” Alicent wiped the tears of your face, you nodded.

“Having you hug me this way makes sad that I’ve never met my mother.” The Queen felt bad for you, she knows that your mother died in childbirth and that you didn't have a mother figure growing up.

“You have one now.” Alicent whispered and smiled at you, happiness took over your body.

The two of you started walking the gardens together, she was a great person you concluded. Alicent made you feel safe, and loved, she was little by little healing your inner child. You understood now how Haleana was so sweet, not even once Alicent made fun of her daughter’s unusual hobbies, she’s a great mother.

“Would you like to come for a tea with me and Haleana?” Alicent didn't want you to be alone in a time like this, being attacked by Lord Lannister really affected you even if you didn't want to show it.

“I’d love to, my Queen.” You didn't spend much time with the Queen and the Princess, if they were about to become your family, you wanted to get to know them better.

“Please, call me Alicent.” The two of you smile at each other, and Alicent hugs you one more time.

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You were walking with Alicent to have tea with her and her daughter, Alla was walking right behind the two of you. Now you were less nervous about spending time with the Queen, she was so welcoming, so warm, so motherly. You were now thinking about the Princess, and how she named her spider after you. Your name wasn’t common in Kings Landing, how did she ever heard it?

“Lady Shaera, look I am wearing the broach you gave me.” The broach complemented her skin so beautifully, she was so effortlessly beautiful you thought.

“You look incredible, Princess.” She smiled ever more, and started to twirl showing off her dress. Haleana always seemed inretivably happy.

The servants pulled up the chairs for the three of you to sit down, Alla started helping them as well.

“We’re really happy that you are here, Shaera.” The Queen showed you a sad smile, you were supposed to be protected in her home. What would it happen if your father found out that you were attacked?

“I am happy to be here as well, Alicent.” It was surreal being able to call the Queen by her name, and yet here you are.

“I couldn’t help but notice you and Aemond conversing in the gardens, are the two of you getting on well?” The two of you would marry no matter what, but knowing that her son could be happy in a way Alicent never was, made her happy.

“Yes, he invited me to walk around the gardens,” Princess Haleana was now listening to the conversation.

“What did you talk about?” It was an innocent question, but the things that you discussed with Aemond were unbecoming of a Lady, so you decided to share part of the conversation.

“About how I wasn’t what he expected.” Alicent knew what you meant, the rumours which she believed at first but she was so wrong, you were kind and compassionate but also strong, so incredibly strong.

The three of you started talking about other things, Princess Haleana brought the spider you could see that Alicent was uncomfortable but decided to keep silent. Everything was going well, they were lovely people. You were relieved, you couldn’t imagine how awful it would be if they treated you the same way Shaera treated you.

The three of you spent hours talking and laughing, hours flew by and you didn't even noticed. You decided to retire to your chambers, you were getting tired. Alla was walking right next to you, the two of you couldn’t wait to talk about your encounter with the Prince.

“Were you able to kiss him?” Alla saw the Prince getting closer to you and decided to give you privacy.

“No, but we were so close.” The two of you started giggling, that’s when you saw two guards stationed at your door.

“Prince Aemond ordered us to protect you and your servant, my Lady.” One of the guards accompanied Alla to her servant’s chambers, she was supposed to be by herself. You allowed her to go because Aemond brought the guards, they could be trusted.

“Good night, Ser.” You said to the guard that stayed.

“Good night, my Lady.” And with that you finally retired to your chambers.

You only now realized that Alla wasn’t there to help you with your dress, you paid no mind, starting by getting your hair loose you started removing all the pins and accessories that Alla put on your hair. You were thinking about Aemond, about how soft his lips must be. You finally finished with your hair, before you were able to brush your hair you heard noises inside your bedroom. You quickly got up from the chair and a door that you had no idea existed opened.

“Aemond.” You took a sigh of relief, now you only had more questions. “What you are doing here, is late.” You noted, you didn't really care about that but having him and you alone in a room? That made you nervous.

“We were interrupted in the gardens.” He walked closer to you, whilst you remained frozen in place.

“This is inappropriate, you are in my chambers.” Aemond smiled, you looked so nervous.

“Do you want me to leave?” You quickly shook your head, you wanted to be closer to him all the time. “I noticed that your servant was dismissed before she prepared you for slumber, let me help.” Aemond turned you around, slowly he started undoing the lace of your dress.

The tension was thick in the room, neither of you dared to say a word afraid that the moment would be just a dream. Once the lace was fully undone, Aemond put his hands on your shoulders and slowly removed your dress which fell around your feet. Now Aemond was undoing your corset, you couldn’t see his face, and he couldn’t see yours. Making it even more forbidden somehow, once the corset was removed and you were only in your undergarments, Aemond kissed your neck it was so gentle leaving goosebumps in its way.

Aemond turned you around, he needed to see you. His hands were on your face once again, and this time he was quick but gentle. Aemond’s lips were on yours, you were right his lips were soft. It was as if time stood still, the first time you were being kissed and it was a Prince. You gasped and Aemond took the opportunity to kiss you deeply, you let Aemond lead the kiss and he did that with pleasure. Aemond pulled you even closer and you instinctively but your arms around his neck, Suddenly Aemond started to get a bit more rough. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, he carried you to your bed.

He laid you carefully in the bed, he started kissing your neck. You had so many emotions running through your mind, but the fire in your loins was the main thing. You’ve never felt this way before, you were panting and Aemond’s smell was intoxicating. When he was about to reveal your breasts, he stopped. You almost whined at the loss of contact, of feeling overpowered by him.

“You are still untouched, I shall not dishonour you.” He looked as if he was a madman. Trying to control his breathing. You simply nodded, you were disappointed but you understood his reasoning. “I shall let you rest, Shaera.” When you thought that he was about to kiss you again, Aemond kissed the top of your head. “I cannot wait for out wedding night.” He whispered and as quick as he came, he left.

Leaving you with those foreign but powerful feelings, sleep would come but not soon enough so you could dream about your Prince.

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🤡PUNCHLINE🤡: YJ 2010!OG Six!Team + Fem!OC X FEM!Reader

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PLOT: Joker and Harley Quinn's adopted daughter Punchline has been a constant headache to the Team ever since she broke free from Arkham Asylum without getting caught with her neapolitan fun boy Andrew Merry. This clown princess was only pulling an act to get free from her so-called parents and lover. She found out the truth about herself a week ago within LexCorps and heard it all...she was a missing child stolen from a family. Punchline suffered from many things cause she never kills and left innocents alone, but has murdered bad guys only when she deems them as threats to the world. She felt those harmful words and they played with her pain by hurting her rather than healing her. They pushed her around and pulled her down into the bottomless pit of bittersweet vengeance. Will the Team save her from these bloody killer clowns and bring her out of this freakshow of circus psychos? {ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA}.

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WARNING: DARK ANGST, SOFT FLUFF, ROUGH SMUT, ETC.

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"Breaking news, deranged beta criminal Andrew Merry has successfully escaped Arkham Asylum after Punchline blew up his cell and got tons of criminals out alive. Joker and Harley Quinn's legacy has begun her reign of terror all over again in Gotham City as her boyfriend does the same. If you see them out in public and anywhere else...run, I repeat run from them as far as possible." Punchline smiled with fake happiness as Andrew pulls her on his lap and smooches her lips with his own.

Andrew was once a beta named Lucas Nero Kaye, but another beta Harley changed him like Joker did to Punchline and gave him the special roller coaster ride to his fun-land. She was renamed as a beta named Alecia Delilah Napier and got branded by force. Ace Chemicals did all of its tricks of making her into their daughter and turning her mad like Alice Liddell.

Alice and Luka were toxic with each other. Punchline never loved him and cared for him, though Joker did care for Andy while Harley only loved her. Harleen Francis Quinzel and an alpha known as Jack Oswald White did favor Andrew rather than Punchline, it made her go fully black and white with splashes of red all over her body.

The gothic punchinello was protected by the female harlequin and the male jester was very close the neapolitan mime. Punchline vows to run away and never come back this life she's been breathing in as a hellish life. She has to wait and get rid of the tracker before she can make her escape to freedom and see broad daylight.

Punchline begins packing up her things and putting in a dark purple Lamborghini car she got from Joker for her assumed birthday. She waits till Andrew, Harley, and Joker leave for their annual heist at Gotham City Bank and gets inside her luxury car. The gothic punchinello slowly cranks up the fast car engine with one hand and begun leaving the hidden garage to the main exit.

The clown princess was lucky to remove the trackers and chips on her car, though the ones in her body were harder cause it was injected into her veins. Punchline drove from Arkham to some random city in baggy sweats to cover her scars and other evidence of abuse she went through as a little girl. The gothic punchinello kept driving and taking breaks by using all of the saved money she stole from a fellow beta Riddler's bank account thanks to Catwoman.

Every single day and night, she would drive from each city till she found herself in Robinson Park and was happy to find a place to hide from others. She manages to make some money with dancing and singing in subway stations to the public plaza till it went viral enough to become an internet star on social media sites. Punchline never showed her face, hasn't talked, and would always keep her looks to herself including her body...it was major insecurities.

The gothic punchinello suffered from the child neglect and domestic violence from her abusive lifestyle where she has no freedom to be herself. Punchline was safe from others and has to stay low for now on since Andrew will try multiple times to get his way with her for fun. She was suffering both inside and outside cause Joker can kill her in seconds if he finds out his porcelain doll got away from this playhouse...until one dreadful night at Jump City inside her apartment.

At Mount Justice, Batman somehow managed to locate where Punchline ran off and hide for a temporary amount of time. The Team watched the first day of her staying at Jump City by the cameras and saw the gothic punchinello looking paranoid about something. The seven sidekicks listened to what she said and understood why the clown princess ran away...to get out of an extremely toxic environment filled with crimes and scenes.

"She's the only key witness to finding out who's behind this plot with the Syndicate and why she became Punchline. Be careful Team, we know how she tends to be silent and deadly. Don't let her intimidate any one of you," the Team left the Secret Sanctuary and headed to Jump City where they found her car.

"Anything good in there?" Superboy opened the trunk and saw nothing but documents of a crime scene.

"It's just some papers," the clone replied as he raises the lid wider for the rest to see themselves.

Robin picks them up and reads each one by hand. It was from an unsolved mystery of a missing child back in the early 2000s, Bruce's godchild Evelina Gwendolyn Nelson was abducted by Harley Quinn and was personally "killed" by the Joker after he murdered her own parents in cold blood. The Boy Wonder see more files and other information in the trunk, such as DNA tests, birth certificates, ancestry trackers, hospital records, pharmacy visits, criminal history, and lie detectors.

"She has all of the files of Bruce Wayne's godchild including hers in there. Why does she have them?" Wonder Girl begun finding an extra key card and hands it to Robin.

"We're about to find out ourselves, come on guys." The Team followed the female demigod in the elevator and got in the private top floor.

Punchline was currently fast asleep with her scars and bruises from her last ambush a few days ago by the Joker, who notifies Andrew that his "girlfriend" dumped him and left the Laugh Pack for good by her death with a gunshot in her chest. The clown princess suddenly wakes up from her sleep when she hears a ding from the elevator and grabs two twin handguns along with a matching pair of daggers for safety precautions. Punchline hears several knocks and went into the bathroom by locking the door shut, leaning against it as she tries to find something for her joy in her backpack.

The Boy of Steel heard light shuffling behind the front door and knew Punchline was now fully awake. Kid Flash uses the key card and he went inside to see the whole apartment was surprisingly spotless from head to toe without traces of flaws on it. His six comrades can feel the tension as they went into different rooms and couldn't find her until they found her bedroom.

'Punchline's probably inside her room,' the archer said in the mind link, turning to Wonder Girl.

'Xena, you go open the door.' Kid Flash told the female demigod.

The leader of the Team gave his two teammates a raised eyebrow and he shakes his head no while his half-god girlfriend was unimpressed. Wonder Girl carefully opens the door and saw the room was shockingly clean, but a book was on the desk. The female demigod reaches for it and storms out of there with a neutral look on her face.

'Is that a journal?' Miss Martian asked her best friend.

'Yes, but I'm not reading it. We'll give this to Batman till further notice...unlike three of you who will more likely to read it.' The speedster, archer, and acrobat went silent while Aqualad, the female Martian, and Superboy nod their heads yes in agreement.

Punchline's heart was beating like crazy while tears came down her hollow cheeks and from her sunken eyes. She took her happy pills from her duffle bag and popped them into her mouth. The gothic punchinello was giggling quietly through tears of pain and faking her joy as she curls up in the bathtub, feeling the symptoms and effects it gave her.

Her stomach was scarred and burnt like other places on her bony frame. Punchline was diagnosed with major disorders and have health problems, but doesn't want immediate treatment due to trust issues. The clown princess has low self-esteem problems after Andrew tried to win her back at Arkham Asylum a few weeks ago and attempted to break her with the Joker watching both of them, but Catwoman saves the gothic punchinello long enough to let the young child escape from that horrifying nightmare to Jump City.

Catwoman was also the first person to see Punchline without her makeup and realize that her lover's godchild was actually alive. The cat burglar got what the gothic punchinello wanted in exchange of diamonds and pearls. The black cat burglar told the Dark Knight and he took a test between his childhood friends with Punchline's blood sample to confirm that Catwoman was right...the Joker broke Batman's godchild.

Punchline will always hug her stuffed animal she got from the Shadow Dame named "Koneko" which means "Kitten" in Japanese, it was sewn right and made with her love for animals. She doesn't like how people treats nature, the gothic punchinello has a soft spot for animals and flowers. As for food, she was born a natural vegetarian and doesn't like meat or anything that came from animals.

"Punchline, we know you locked yourself in there. Please come out of the bathroom," the gothic punchinello froze with shock and horror written on her face. "Don't make me hurt you honey, we know you're scared and in danger. Please sweetheart, we won't arrest you and treat you bad."

Punchline puts her things in her backpack and places her mask to cover her face from outsiders before pulling the hood over her head. Her dyed black locks of hair was peeking out and put her weapons in her bag. The clown princess gets up from the tub and carefully opens the door to see the Team.

The gothic punchinello looked a lot shorter and petite than usual. Miss Martian watched the younger girl put all of her weapons down and unload her pair of white platinum guns from their silver bullet ammo. Punchline shocked all of them by raising her hands and arms in surrender while going on her knees to let one of them arrest her.

Robin went behind the clown princess and puts a pair of handcuffs on her wrists before doing so to her ankles for safety precautions. The Boy Wonder gets her up and she flinches in response to the severe wound she made from a golden kitchen knife last night. Punchline stumbles trying to get her backpack up until she collapses and passes out cold from the pain in her stomach.

Wonder Girl saw it instantly and caught the child in time before she hits her head hard on the floor. She searches for a pulse, freezing to feel how faint and slow it was. Punchline kept the room cold as ice, hard as stone, and clean as slate contrast to her motionless body that was damaged.

"We need Punchline to med bay quick, she's barely responding." The female demigod carries Punchline bridal style, cringing when she held her and can tell she was sickeningly light as a feather.

The Team ran off to the Bio-Ship and flew back to their base with a dying child in their custody. Once the ship landed, Wonder Girl took Punchline in her arms and rushed to med bay with a panicked look on her face. Black Canary saw that the female demigod was on high alert and helped her keep the gothic punchinello breathing while the rest of the Team waited for their teammate to fix Punchline.

After a two hours of tests and exams, Wonder Girl was trying not to cry and rage when she saw everything that a child shouldn't experience for the first time. Punchline was the reason why heroes and innocents were still alive with their families, but this was personal...that journal was the last resort. The Sonic Screamer kept a sharp eye on the child as she breathe through her oxygen mask and rest peacefully.

Black Canary found the results and was terrified. Cracked ribs, dark circles around her eyes, bite marks on shoulders, pale skin, appetite loss, wounds on ankles, busted lips, broken nose, a minor concussion, burns on hands and feet, handprints on neck, lacerations on the back and chest, cuts on wrists and thighs, slashes on stomach and neck, and many more. This girl literally went through hell and back at a very young age.

"Canary, I told the Team already what's wrong and the signs that Punchline was constantly abused. We have to keep her under immediate watch and make sure she doesn't hurt herself. This was in her pockets," the female demigod explained before pulling the pill bottles.

'Happy pills, one pill a day makes the pain go away.' Black Canary thought.

"Not only that, Batman looked through her bags and saw a lot of disturbing things in it. Those files Robin attained from her car are real, the boys found more stuff and I told them to hand them over to y'all till further notice." Wonder Girl stated while checking on the IV fluids and blood transfusion she has from Catwoman. "She's selectively mute too, so we have to make her talk willingly...not by force. Punchline went through enough and was beaten every 24/7 for her right doings. She's not safe from the Joker, Harley, or Andrew, this little girl has to stay and be put under our custody."

Recognize: Catwoman; 00, Recognize: Superman; 01, Recognize: Batman; 02; Recognize: Wonder Woman; 03

Catwoman storms into med bay and sees Punchline being treated with care by the Amazonian demigoddess. The Core Four looked at the files and the blood sample they got from her a few months ago. This girl was a missing child and it matched with the blood of Bruce's honorary niece.

Robin saw his adopted father's girlfriend and knew that look. The black cat was worried for the clown princess and see the symptoms playing its roles into Punchline's health problems. The Team stayed by med bay and took turns of watching over her, only to see her sleep for hours.

A day later at med bay, Punchline wakes up and saw herself in a different room. She begins panicking that caused her heart rate to skyrocket and alert the Team. Wonder Girl got a painkiller ready for the gothic punchinello, who's having an anxiety attack and tearing up in pain.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, it's okay sweetie, we're not gonna hurt you. Deep breaths...in and out." Punchline copied her and slowly calmed down before falling asleep. "There you go, that's a good girl."

The female demigod sighs in relief as Punchline slept and snore softly. Without the mask and hoodie, she looks like a fragile porcelain doll made from spun glass and fine china. The clown princess didn't hear the Team walking, who knew that they have to stay careful and not trigger her into going to panic mode.

'Is she okay?' Superboy asked her.

'No. This will take more than a few years to get Punchline recovered and sobered from abuse. We can't set off anything that'll make her have flashbacks and cause her discomfort. For now, we have to let the League decide what they have to do with Punchline. Let's pray that she doesn't go to prison, because this child's mind is too frail and broken apart from everything.' The Boy of Steel pats her shoulder while Wonder Girl writes down some healthy diet recommendations and tips.

"Bellatrix, she trusts you and Catwoman more than others. Here's my Golden Lasso of Truth," the Defender of Justice said, handling her rope to her daughter.

"Isn't this lasso way too far Mum? I get that all of us want answers, but this is a child who went through a living and breathing hell with two psychos as her "parents"." The Team nodded in agreement and stood beside the female demigod. "What's wrong with you and the League's minds? Are y'all really doing this to her, especially when I got what kinds of problems wrote down...please don't tell me the journal has all the proof in it."

Wonder Woman nodded with a saddened look and Wonder Girl turns livid. She begins calming down when she looks at Punchline's resting body and understood what her mother wants her to do, but she has a similar way. The teenage demigoddess carefully pulls the wires and cords, though kept a few on her for signs of conflict.

It took ten minutes to let Miss Martian link the older girl up and let their boyfriends hold them close. Kid Flash and Arrowette (Artemis Crock) were sitting side by side while Robin got another painkiller prepared for Punchline if she starts feeling any types of pain. The clown princess hums softly and opens her dull eyes to see the Team, who stares down at her bedridden form for answers.

"Alright Punchline, you got two choices to make. You can either tell us the truth or I'll have to let this golden magic rope do its work. Simple as that sweetheart, I'm not threatening to hurt you or make you feel scared. You're still a child that needs help and we can help you if you tell us." Punchline was hesitant and shivers as she tries to back away, but sees handcuffs on her bandaged wrists and ankles.

"Long story, the League found a lot of things and took your stuff out of your home from Manhattan. That's why you're stuck handcuffed and bedridden till we get the truth. All you have to do is talk and let us hear." Punchline said nothing and kept a horrified look on her face.

'She's not talking,' the female archer said to the teenage demigoddess.

'I'm not using this damn lasso to force an abused child into speaking Artemis, I refuse to let Batman interrogate her if it comes down to that option.' Wonder Girl responded to the blond-haired teenage girl.

"Or we'll get Batman and send you back to Arkham." Punchline begins tearing up in seconds and shaking her head no while whimpering, trying to get free while she got her to remember how Batman could see the genuine sadness written on her bruised face whenever she gets placed in Arkham.

Kid Flash smacks Robin in the back of the head and the Boy Wonder rubs it while frowning at his best friend. The rest glared at his blunt choice of words and the acrobat now understands why he needs to learn some respect. The clown princess sees the shot and begs silently to make it vanish from her teary green eyes.

"Sorry about this idiot, he tends to show no mercy on criminals." Kid Flash apologized as he drags him with the help of Arrowette out of med bay.

"Wait," the Team froze to hear her voice...so quiet and very timid. "Please don't leave, I'll talk."

The trio sat back down and their four older comrades asked her questions that led to her being truthful. Each answer she gave them were from ones about the Light and Cadmus, not herself...her life. Robin walks over to Punchline with a deep frown after he sees that she doesn't care for herself and living in a world of disaster.

"Next question, what did Joker, Harley, and Andrew do to you for years?" Punchline gulped nervously and knew this will cost her breathing soul.

The Team does know that she's twelve years old and going to thirteen next year. She was shivering and shaking, but Superboy shockingly held her hand and Miss Martian did the same to keep her at ease. Punchline begun telling the truth as the League hears everything and grew enraged, the clowns tried to break her apart by selling her off to Lex Luthor as a slave to teach her some manners.

After saying everything while Wonder Girl silently kept the lasso hidden away, the Team storms out of med bay and left the teenage demigoddess with the clown princess. She pulls the lasso from the child's foot and lets Wonder Woman take it from her hands. Her mother nods at her and pats her shoulder while trying to keep her relaxed.

"It's not your faults, it's always been mine." That was the last straw and Wonder Girl whips her head angrily at Punchline with a hardened glare, which got the Team backing away.

"YOUR FAULT?!! NO NO NO HONEY, IT'S THE FAULTS OF THE PEOPLE WHO HURT YOU, STARVE YOU, PUNISH YOU, SELL YOU, AND BREAK YOU!!" The Team froze to hear Wonder Girl snap and lash the truth out at Punchline. "YOU DON'T GIVE TWO FUCKS ABOUT YOUR OWN LIFE, THEY NEVER CARED AND LOVED YOU CAUSE YOU SAW WHAT WAS TRULY RIGHT!! THEY'RE BLAMING YOU FOR THOSE HEISTS AND DEATHS CAUSE THEY KNEW THAT YOU'LL NEVER BE LIKE THEM!!"

Aqualad tries to get his girlfriend to calm down, but she snaps at him in warning with glowing silver eyes and went back to his spot. Wonder Woman knew that her daughter has the right to snap, though stand her ground and went over to the teenage demigoddess. Punchline was wide-eyed with tears streaming down her face, trying to get away from Wonder Girl and get free from the cuffs.

"Bella, you're scaring her." Wonder Woman warned her.

"DIANA, SHE HAS TO HEAR THIS WHENEVER SHE LIKES IT OR NOT!! IF THEY WERE YOUR PARENTS, WILL THEY SELL YOU TO SOME RICH MAN WHO WILL MAKE YOU INTO A MONSTER?!! IF THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND...YOU'RE A GODDAMN TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL FOR ZEUS'S SAKE!! HE SHOULDN'T BE CHEATING ON YOU WITH SOME DUMB WHORE, YOU'RE BETTER THAN ALL OF THEM AND YOU CAN'T SEE THAT SHIT YOUR OWN SELF!!" Wonder Girl yelled out angrily, facing Punchline while trying not to go full Light Avatar State and turning serious with a deepened alpha tone. "We wanna help you if you let us, I'm sorry for snapping, but you have to hear the truth of what I think and I believe all of us agree that you're safe here. We're a close pack, we've decided to watch over after somebody won the glaring contest with his mentor, and we'll keep you safe and sound from others. Please, we want you to trust us...we won't hurt you."

Punchline was set free by Black Canary, the small girl slowly begins walking to Wonder Girl and starts hugging her tight. The League was shocked like the Team, who were relieved that the clown princess was complying and was actually content. The teenage demigoddess picks her up and carries the petite child to the rolling chair.

"Your real parents were special indeed, they both died protecting you from Joker when he got Harley to take you years ago. You look just like your mother and father, his hair and eyes, your mother's looks and personality...Kent and Inza did mention about their deceased granddaughter having a stuffed animal named Koneko. Don't worry, I got your friend safe...right here." Punchline's dull eyes gleamed as she gently takes Koneko from her hands and hugs it close to her, closing her eyes that went back to green after the happy pills were flushed out of her entire system. "Catwoman's willing to take you under her wing and Black Canary will be there to give you therapy sessions. Batman will tell you about your parents cause the League were very close to them and were honored to have a cute little niece. She was smart, brave, adorable, and nice unlike this fool who tried to use his mentor as a weapon. They know who you really are, the League broke the case that you wanted to know and got you home. We'll get you a room fixed and find something comfy for you to wear. Okay?"

Punchline nodded shyly and kept holding her friend with a small smile. Wonder Girl went to the kitchen and takes out some fruit yogurt with a protein shake to the side. The Team watches the teenage demigoddess went back to med bay and present the clown princess with those chosen items.

"Slow and steady steps," the clown princess gulps and begins eating slowly, earning smiles and relieved looks that meant Punchline was getting really hungry.

'How do you know that she was hungry Bella? I didn't hear her stomach making noise,' the clone said to her.

'She was fidgeting and holding her stomach. We have to find her official rank first, then the girls and I have to find some clothes for her to wear at the mall.' Wonder Girl answered while shaking the bottle and opening it for Punchline. "It's milk chocolate, I know this won't taste good...I slipped something helpful in it for you."

Punchline sips the shake, humming in delight and drank the liquid as she starts enjoying what was in it. She puts the empty bottle down and licks her lips at the sweet flavor of it. Wonder Girl was told by Kent's widow Jolene that she was an alien, which means that Punchline was half alien and could be healed by a few months if they slipped some magic-based healing potions in everything she wants to devour or chug down her throat.

'My love, what did you put in her food and drink?' Aqualad asked the teenage demigoddess.

'Jolene's healing potions mixed with my nectar, I have to Kaldur...she's malnourished.' Wonder Girl replied. 'Besides, she likes it and seems to be peaceful for now. M'gann, Artemis, we're going shopping later on when it reaches noon and taking Evie with us.'

The teenage demigoddess saw Eva hold her arms out and complies, lifting her up and setting her to latch on her front like a koala. Wonder Girl smells her unmarked scent glands, it was hidden from others and seems to be sweet. Eva hums and enjoyed the comfort from this strong female who was willing to cradle her like a little baby, which was ironic cause the clown princess was somehow the youngest out of the youngsters in this room.

M'gann and Artemis took off the makeup inside the large bathtub to see that Eva was completely healed. The female trio begun getting rid of the dyes and paints on her body while checking for more bruises. Wonder Girl did an amazing job finding some worthy products that will wash away paints, dyes, makeup, and other things as they gave her a nice bath.

The girls saw that she was a natural ginger with green eyes and ivory skin, Eva was blushing in embarrassment with closed eyes as she covers her body with a large towel. M'gann saw her insecurities through a telepathic link and hugged her while the small girl pouts up at the female Martian with teary eyes. Wonder Girl somehow found an outfit she was doing and got something for Eva, a cute one that'll make her stand out and look elegant.

"This will work for now, she'll love this." Artemis saw a casual attire with a nod of approval and got Eva out of the tub with M'gann's help.

M'gann and Artemis left for a bit, so that Opal can fix Eva up with her attire till they reached the mall. The teenage demigoddess removed the hair extensions and begun styling it in a way that makes the young red-headed girl look graceful. After doing that, she places some natural makeup and use her chi-bending to heal up everything till it was permanently removed.

"And here's what Eva Nelson should be looking like," the girl's green eyes opened to see the real version without any paint and dyes, smiling softly at the features and how Opal captured everything. "Your family will be so happy and amazed that you took their genes. They'll always forever stay in your heart, be bold and always keep your loved ones safe."

The boys were waiting as M'gann and Artemis went to check on Eva. They immediately squealed and were cooing at the cuteness of this outfit. She wore a scarlet red shirt with the black cat logo, long white thigh-high socks, crimson red and black sneakers, a gray plaid miniskirt, her short hair was in a high ponytail, and her face was done very well with natural makeup and a bit of rosy blush on it.

Eva was dragged into the living room by Artemis who lifts her off her seat and the boys froze to see what Opal did to her. She looks so matured and elegant. Eva held her hands together and tilts her head at the four young men's wide-eyed expression with a nervous look.

Opal places Kaldur's jacket to cover Eva and make the young magic-user comfy before putting her white beanie hat on her head. The little girl sighs and nuzzles into the clothing when she gets Koneko from M'gann. Opal picks her up and smiles when the boys can see how Eva likes to be carried around within her consent.

"We got a news update, the Joker, Harley Quinn, and Andrew Merry have been officially charged with multiple crimes including child kidnapping and attempted rape. The victim was shockingly Punchline, she has left proof and details of what they've done to her in police custody. She's currently being put under the Justice League's supervision and all her charges have been dropped after multiple people came forward with evidence that she never kills innocents." Eva gave the Team a questioning look of confusion over the teenage demigoddess's right shoulder and they all responded with reassuring expressions.

"Evie, we're going to the mall with the girls and get a few things for you. M'gann and Artemis will hold you if I need to do something important. That's good with you kiddo?" Eva nodded and clung onto Opal's front in response. "Keep that hat over your head and make sure you tell us whenever you want something. Kaldur, Conner, I know you two will turn that empty guest room into her bedroom, so I trust both of you men to watch over the mountain. Wally, Dick, you boys better not doing anything stupid and go fix us a nest in the heat room."

The girls left through the garage, Opal drives them through the road and kept a close eye on Eva. She was resting in Artemis's lap and was hugging Koneko close to her. M'gann took a quick photo till Opal parks at a good spot and the three women got the youngest girl out.

"Aww, she's so cute!/She looks so beautiful!/Such an adorable little angel!/Those girls are lucky to scent mark her!" Eva blushed as the comments and praises she's getting from random people when Opal pulls her hood down.

"See what I meant Artie, she'll be getting admirers by the time we leave here cause she's unclaimed and has to be constantly watched over. Not only that...smell her scent." Artemis complied and gently smelt her unmarked scent glands...it smells like cherry blossoms and wild strawberries.

"Strawberries and blossoms. Evie, are you...an omega?" Eva nodded and went behind M'gann out of instinct. "It's okay sweet girl, I've been marked by Wally. M'gann is bonded to Conner like Kaldur is with Opal, you're still unclaimed and have to find your soulmates. You're just the only omega in the Team for now Evie, though Dick will probably court you soon and mark you for your safety."

Eva giggles softly, blushing hard when all three girls heard it and smile down at her. Artemis cradles the omega in her arms, nuzzling her nose into her scent gland and smiling at the small omega. M'gann and Opal got the right sizes for Eva to wear around everyday till she gets better once she begins growing up.

The four girls left the stores and made sure Eva was content after feeding her some mixed berry yogurt with a side of sugar-coated fruit. She was waiting patiently for their stop at the mountain and was hoisted up by M'gann. Eva releases her scent and the three girls hummed in appreciation as they got out of the car.

"How's your trip ladies?" Wally asked them, kissing Artemis and nuzzling Eva's scent gland.

"We found out her rank was an omega, then she decides to mark us with her scent along the way back here...now my car smells like blossoms and strawberries." Dick got the whiff of the scent and was truly into the smell.

"We smelt that far away, she's a pure fecund omega." Conner stated until Eva's sixth senses and future vision read his aura, it was red as a ruby.

Eva hops down and hugs the clone tight while Wolf licks her hand, earning a giggle from her. Conner gave Dick the "I told you so" look and hugs her back, knowing that she loves animals. Kaldur finishes reading the book and understood what alien race Inza came from to what the spark is...Eva's half Magen and Anodite.

'I found out what planet Jolene came from, Anodyne.' Kaldur told the Team, picking the omega up and kissing her cheek. 'Eva's spark is still active, but she hasn't awakened her mana yet.'

Eva smiles at him and leans her head on his left shoulder. Kaldur carries the small girl to her room and hears her purr softly in content. He lay her on her new bed after carefully takes his jacket back and removing those black shoes from the half-Anodite.

The small girl wiped the makeup from her face and put her hair down. Eva takes her stuffed animal and closes her eyes when Kaldur pulls a blanket to cover her. The half-Atlantean kisses her forehead and leaves the room after hearing her soft breaths.

"Eva's now resting, it looks like you ladies tired her out." Opal smiled before kissing him and parting away to watch the omega. "She's going to fit in with the Team very well."

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It was five years since Eva came home, though her pack seems to be feeling a bit worried and were skeptical about getting near her. As a fecund omega female who learned how to control all of her cosmic phoenix and pure magic energy, her final transformation has surprised them a lot cause they didn't expect Anodites to be...some beautiful glowing aliens. Eva was healthy enough to do missions and help innocents, but this time was a conflict between herself due to her rank...she was in heat.

The omega went into hiding at her bedroom and kept herself "busy" with some "friends". Eva already contacted the League about her situation and was mentally praying that her mates help her. Out of everything in the world...her first heat has to be right on when she finally becomes legal to drink alcohol and buy a gun.

Suddenly, her phone starts ringing as she finishes off her recent climax and grabs it with her glowing mana tendril. Eva freezes to see that her pack wanted a group chat and chose to video call her. She has no choice but to do the right thing...answer and put it on speaker.

Eva Nelson {scared}: Hello?

Dick Grayson {serious}: Evie, where are you?

Eva Nelson {nervous}: I'm reading in the Bludhaven Library with Jason.

Wally West {skeptical}: Don't lie babygirl, Jason told us you were there to get him some books at Gotham and came back home.

Artemis Crock {solemn}: Roy also mentioned you went somewhere last night before your birthday.

Eva Nelson {timid}: I was at Anodyne getting some wine from my grandma Jolene.

M'gann M'orzz/Megan Morse {suspicious}: Evie, you're lying to us. Please tell us what you're doing, it can't be that bad.

Eva Nelson {panicking}: I'm not telling all of you my business. Please leave me alone!

Kon-El/Conner Kent {agitated}: Evelina...

Eva Nelson {anxious}: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PEOPLE WANT FROM ME?!!

Bellatrix/Ophelia Trevor {aggravated}: You're hiding something Omega.

Kaldur'ahm/Jackson Hyde {displeased}: Omega, just tell us or else.

Eva Nelson {irritated}: Or else what Alpha? You and our pack got no damn right to make me listen. Y'all know what, I'm spending this heat all by myself and have some fun afterwards. Goodbye.

Eva froze when she typed that and grew scared cause she knew Kaldur was known to be very calm, but can be provoked like the others as an apex alpha. She gulps and sets the phone down until she heard it vibrate again. Eva looks at the text from Opal, shivering and panting while trying to stay calm.

Bellatrix/Ophelia Trevor {enraged}: That's it Evelina, we're going over to your home. Don't even try escaping, Dick shut down all the Boom Tubes.

Eva Nelson {blunt}: BITE ME. Do y'all realize I can teleport you idiots?

Eva shuts down her phone and puts it away before going invisible. She hears banging on the door and went under the bed. The half-Anodite slowly opens the hatch to her tunnels and crawled into them.

"EVELINA GWENDOLYN NELSON, YOU BETTER BE FUCKING HERE!!" Opal shouted angrily as her inner alpha took over.

Eva tried her best keeping her scent hidden from her pack after noticing the matching marks on them. She found the same mark on the small of her back and grew frightened...she just pissed off all of her soulmates. The magic-user's inner omega begun whimpering in her mind and she shivers, accidentally letting out her pheromones by mistake.

'NO, NO, NO...' Eva thought while silently whining underneath her breath. 'WHY NOW?!!'

Conner picks up the damiliar scent and looked under the bed to see a hatch to the tunnels. He hears the half-Anodite's sounds of fear and pain through them, which made the clone realize where she's going...to random rooms till she was safe from them. Eva locks the hatches on every dorm and went to her private place...her meditation room to get some pure mana.

"Eva's attempting to make us chase her around the mountain, looks like we'll have to hunt her down...again." The Team split up and went their own ways.

The Lucky Girl was getting tired and decided to head towards the heat room after absorbing tons of mana from her meditation room. The magic-user shifts to her hybrid form; her mana hair was pink like her glowing eyes, her skin tone turns purple, and everything else stays the same. Eva was a bit happy that she was wearing something old and comfy, though little does she know is that her seven soulmates found her in a deep sleep.

'Found her, she's sleeping in our nest at the heat room.' The Team followed where Artemis told them where Eva was, pausing to see the half-Anodite snoozing peacefully.

'We got enough time to punish Eva,' Opal disrobing the omega out of her clothes and letting Dick tie her up.

Wally was brave enough to gag her and put a blindfold over her closed eyes. The rest knew she'll break free quick, so they let Kaldur put an enchanted collar Eva's neck and wrap some tape tightly around where she can't cut herself loose. Conner kept a sharp eye on the beating sounds of her heart while she was somewhat lifeless and unresponsive through her sleep.

Dick heard a muffled hum and turned to look down at the omega while Artemis fondled her breast. M'gann moved her fingers to her sacred spot and rubbed that sensitive pearl, earning more muffled sounds of pleasure from the omega underneath them. Eva whimpers and mewls through the ball gag while arching her back from the sensation she was experiencing.

"She's in heat," the Romanian acrobat told his pack mates after picking up the scent and saw her slicking up.

"No wonder Evie was trying to avoid us, she didn't want anybody worrying about her." Wally said, freezing when Eva somehow came by M'gann messing with her clit.

"She got our full attention now, that soul mark wasn't that easy to hide from us. I'm somewhat thankful that we made her put on that dress from last time," the rest of the Team chuckled while nodding at the memory and kept focusing on preparing Eva for this mating season.

The half-Anodite shockingly got out of the ropes and tapes the Team tied on her. Eva got the blindfold off from her eyes and pulls the ball gag out of her mouth. Her pack heard her panting and surrounded their fecund omega within seconds, marking her as theirs as she starts mewling in pleasure.

"Please...I don't care, choke me, fuck me, give me all y'all have...now!" The Team's eyes turned different colors as they growled and she was taken any way possible since she was incredibly flexible.

Eva squealed and cried out whenever she got filled up to the brim. Their claim marks painted on her body while she took everything they gave her and accepted herself as their omega. The red marks and love bites were part of the whole ordeal, though breeding Eva was another thing coming from today to next week since her heat lasts 7 to 14 days.

They took turns and knew that the Lucky Girl want it to be rough. Eva got bred full of their seeds by each member, pumping her full with a large load of cum and letting her swallow their spit. The Lucky Girl felt each of them call for her to let herself be caught in the euphoria, submitting herself to her mates and taking what they got for this omega.

Dick was the first person to mate on Sunday with her since they anonymously voted to go by their age range and let Kaldur be last on Saturday. The half-Atlantean have the most patience, but knew that he'll break Eva in half and wanted his younger pack mates to stretch her open first for him to fit. They stuffed her full of cock and made the half-Anodite speechless.

The Team moved in together at Happy Harbor and kept the mountain as their base. Whenever they left to take breaks, Eva tends to stay in the nest and purring while being full of cum. It amazes them that she can still speak and move, but they would question where their cum will go since they always plugged her afterwards with their knots...she would answer by rubbing where her womb was or...she'll say that her body was absorbing it since it contains mana.

Kaldur pulls out after his knot went down and couldn't see his cum leaking out as usual. He kisses her stomach and rubs it tenderly when Eva got her last shot. The half-Anodite found out secretly that her pack wants a family and knew they'll breed her, but doesn't know that she recently got off of induced heat suppressants and birth control pills.

It was a day after her heat was over to do tests...they got her pregnant after last night, Eva was blushing madly as the Team grins down at her rosy cheeks and reddened face when she found what they've left on her body to how they somehow got her pregnant that quick. Dick was carrying her in his arms after she couldn't move from the nest and let Wally know that their omega was sore. Artemis takes Eva and puts her on her lap, purring softly in order to comfort the omega.

"We're not slacking little girl...we took turns and gave you what we got. You didn't realize that there's three apex primes in this pack with three pure alphas and one true beta. Next time you sweet fecund omega, you should never underestimate us and this won't happen to you." Opal lectured her.

"I get that Opal, but why y'all have to gang up on me like that last week?!! I can't stand straight and move normal anymore!" Wally busted out laughing hard with Dick and they fist-bumped each other in response.

"But I'll be surprised you're still wonderfully tight after we've been splitting you in half, fucking you in any way necessary, and opening you wide to take us down your tiny little throat." the half-Anodite turned redder than ever and gave the Team a horrified look. "Don't act scared Eva, we still got more left and I think we should appreciate you carrying our pups."

What a pleasing yet sore way to start the morning after a heat indeed.

#artemis crock #conner kent #dick grayson #kaldur'ahm #m'gann m'orzz #wally west #ocs #young justice #yj #dc comics imagine #kon el #megan morse #jackson hyde #young justice imagine #young justice 2010 #young justice phantoms #young justice invasion #young justice outsiders #young justice fanfiction #dc omegaverse #dc oneshot #dc smut

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

A Bat and Mouse Game

by lovers_liability

In an alternate universe where soulmate shift is a rare but real event, an old distant figure from Bruce’s childhood comes back to haunt him and he finds it hard to keep a wraps on his newly famous secret identity. But she has other plans…and a pretty driving motive; Meaning Bruce will soon learn that being used to a fight doesn't make loss an easier feat to accept.

UPDATED WEEKLY EVERY MONDAY

Words: 4528, Chapters: 2/10, Language: English

Fandoms: The Batman (Movie 2022)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Robert Pattinson!Batman/Bruce Wayne, Oswald Cobblepot, Jack Napier, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader, Batman/Reader

Additional Tags: Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Fluff, Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, canonical violence, Spoilers, The Batman (Movie 2022) Spoilers, Blackmail, Smut, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, STUPID TAGS START HERE, :, slowburn, fluff in the most delicate of sprinklings, Maybe a happy ending? Maybe not., Complicated pining!!!!, SO MUCH COMPLICATED PINING?!?!?!, Blackmailing., Sexy fun times eventually, Sexual tension but make it angsty., A gala (what is a battinson fic without one though), ...of which passive aggressive dancing will take place., Too many skeletons for one person's closet., A cameo from a certain flightless bird…maybe more canonical villains., Who Knows?, oh yeah!, I am not okay ahaha whaaaat?, who said that?, anyway, on with the shitshow. You are getting front row seats to me being back on my bullshit., Oh, I almost forgot, Character Death, :), this is also self beta read by a tired, very anxious, pansexual hurricane, ahahah thats me! x, does this count as childhood friends to lovers, eh, Lets just go with it, Childhood Friends to Lovers

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39973914

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

[roguesdepravity]

what if the reader were in a poly relationship with BTAS!Harley and the Joker?

I am so happy that I can finally request this from someone:"з

GHFJK Glad to be of service.

-Even if Harley met you first, Mr. J is the one who basically allows you to be their partner too.

-Joker originally thought he was going to get to use you to make Harley jealous, but he finds himself jealous because you two are more willing to express your affection to each other.

-Sometimes if you are hugging Harley he will pull you two apart and force himself in between you two so you can hug him. He does a similar thing when you two are kissing.

-Joker isn't as harsh with you as he is with Harley. Overall, he is less cruel than if he was just with one of you. When he lashes out, it just makes both of you run to each other, and he doesn't want that.

-Harley loves coming up with ways to combine all three of your names which irritates Joker to no end.

-If you are also a costumed criminal, Joker loves flaunting the two of you. It makes him look good that he has not one but two good looking henchmen partners.

- When you need cheering up, Harley is going to make your favorite food while Joker comes up with a scheme that would make you smile.

- Cuddling in bed is a mess because not only is Joker spread cross the bed, but Harley has Bud and Lou in the bed too.

#i hope this was okay djh #joker x reader #harley quinn x reader #harleen quinzel x reader #jack napier x reader #btas harley quinn #harleen quinzel #harley quinn #joker #joker headcanons #jack napier #btas jack napier #jack napier headcanon #poly hcs #poly #btas x reader #btas headcanons #btas

[these-written-reveries]

ok but like, the post you reblogged with the pics of ledger putting the makeup on,, imagine you and J getting ready for the day and sharing the bathroom together while he's putting his makeup on. idk just sounds cute and domestic uwu 💖

Omg nonnie, I was literally thinking these thoughts the moment I saw those pics! I knew I had to write them down, so here ya go! 💖

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Getting Ready With J (Headcanons)

*Inspired by this post

‣ Pairing: Ledger!Joker/Jack Napier x GN!Reader

‣ Genre: fluff, domestic bliss w/cute deadly clown man

‣ Warnings: None!

‣ Notes: Besides the rare occasion of J spreading some daytime chaos across the city of Gotham, most of his work would be done at night. Because of that, I don't think he would always feel the need to put on his makeup early in the day if he's just gonna be at home—especially after he's reached a point of being able to drop his mask around you (literally & figuratively). That said, I can see this situation playing out in 2 different ways...

L!Joker/Jack Napier Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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« Scenario 1: » ♡ He and you get ready together in the morning/afternoon.

‣ Maybe you have work or some errands to run, or you're simply getting ready to spend the day lounging comfortably at home.

‣ As for J, he has some important "business" to attend to.

‣ The two of you start by brushing your teeth together, J trying to make you laugh the whole time just to watch you struggle not to spit toothpaste everywhere. He gets a good kick out of this, a shit eating grin on his face as he continues to brush his teeth.

‣ You both share the counter space, your self-care items scattered around as you carry on with your routines. There are very little words spoken during this time, but you still communicate through your own secret language; sometimes being able to read each other's minds just by sharing a simple glance.

‣ You both know each other's routine so well that you hand each other the items you need next before either of you ask for it.

‣ On days where J is particularly clingy, he's glued to your side, having such a strong need to be touching you at all times—even if this means just barely touching arms while you get ready in the mirror.

‣ If your daily routine includes brushing your hair, he totally enjoys doing this for you. So much so that he's now in the habit of grabbing your brush and gently running it through your hair while you do something else. He often takes a little longer than necessary, but that's only because he loves to feel the beautiful texture of your hair.

‣ You sneakily give each other occasional kisses on the cheek or anywhere your lips can reach as you continue getting ready. You always love to see the small blush that creeps over J's bare face in the mirror after you've given him a smooch and maybe a gentle caress on his back that just happened to drift a bit lower 😉

‣ Sometimes you play music together while you get ready. A playlist of songs both you and him like. He loves it when you sing or dance to your favorite songs, or even to some of his favorite songs that have started to grow on you too. If you're quick about it, you might be able to catch him looking at you fondly through the mirror just before he looks away and pretends to be focused on something else. Depending on his mood that day, you might get to hear him hum along to some songs as well.

‣ If you wear makeup, you also do this part together. If not, you sit on the counter or hug him from behind while he does his own (he much prefers the latter).

‣ If you ask, he'll definitely let you do his makeup for him. He loves to just sit back, relax, and soak up your touch during this time. He particularly enjoys the part where you draw the smile over his lips and scars with red lipstick and the concentrated look on your face while you do it.

‣ Beware to makeup wearers, Jack will steal your red lipstick if he's suddenly run out or lost his! And he's definitely not gentle with his application. But it's alright, he'll steal buy you a new one!

‣ If you choose to sit back and watch, you'll witness him create his personal masterpiece with nothing but some lipstick, greasepaint, and his fingers. He only uses one brush and that is to dab on a little bit of setting powder at the end (a trick he learned, thanks to you), though if he's in a rush, he'll sometimes skip this part. After doing it for so long, it takes him less than 5 minutes. But he'll often go slower just so he can spend some extra time with his love.

‣ When he's all done, he chases you out of the bathroom, threatening to cover your face with sloppy red kisses. In the end, he settles for a small peck on the lips before the two of you part ways for the day.

« Scenario 2: » ♡ Darkness has settled over Gotham city, which means it's time for J to clock in.

‣ You're already settling down for the evening when J gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. You're right on his tail, following in his footsteps. He smirks when he realizes and playfully comes to a halt, just to get you to bump into him. When you whine/pout over this, he coos teasingly at you and gives you a kiss on the forehead before taking your hand and leading you the rest of the way there.

‣ You perch yourself on the counter or the toilet while he sits in a chair in front of the mirror. You watch him work, admiring the focused look in his eyes and the way he contorts his face to apply the paint to his skin.

‣ He occasionally glances over at you and scoffs at the heart-eyes you're giving him.

‣ Don't you dare give him a flirty compliment unless you want to see him roll his eyes and brush it off all while trying to hide his flustered smile (do it, do it, do it).

‣ The two of you talk about whatever is on your minds and J finds himself lingering on the black around his eyes for far longer than usual just to keep listening to your sweet voice.

‣ Once again, if you ask, he'll let you finish his makeup for him. This time he'll have you sit in his lap while you do it, giving your thighs a light squeeze and running his thumbs over your soft skin.

‣ Upon finishing, you press a little kiss to the tip of his nose and fix his hair a bit. He watches you with a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips, reaching up to cup your face in his hands. You stop what you're doing as he pulls you in for a kiss that speaks on behalf of words left unspoken.

♡ J loves you. And he cherishes these little moments with you more than you know.

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#ledger!joker #ledger!joker x reader #ledger!joker x y/n #ledger!joker fanfiction #ledger!joker fluff #joker x reader #joker x y/n #joker fanfiction #jack napier #jack napier x reader #jack napier x y/n #jack napier fanfiction #ledger!joker headcanons #jack napier headcanons #l!joker #k.answers #kalistawrites

[no-mercy-bby]

Like You

Summary: You had moved on from Gotham, from your home, from your marriage. There was no point in staying, so you left. However, when you are pulled into an interrogation for a case about the Joker, you realize your past may not be so far behind...

#ledger!joker x reader #joker x reader #heath ledger!joker x reader #joker imagine #ledger joker #the dark knight #the dark knight rises #tdk!joker #tdk!joker x reader #jack napier x reader #tdk joker #i wrote da #i hate never knowing what to tag #this one's for all the raccoon eyed men #like you💚💜

[gigglinggoddess]

How I, personally, enjoy writer Health Ledger Joker.

Hey :)! If you're reading this, that's sick as shit. Now, some of this is canon to other jokers and/ or fan-made. This is just my opinion on how I write fanfictions of this certain Joker. I don't have any fanfictions on my blog, but hey if you find these cool, I might. Just let me know! (Gif by jokerous)

Joker's real name is Jack Napier is canon in the comics. But, that part of him is mentally (and legally) dead.

He was a war veteran. Why does this matter? Well, it could explain him being physically strong, and good with his hands, good with guns and knives. Some mental problems could also be blamed on this. AND!! The scars on his face could be from being captured by the enemy (since his story on the scars changes a lot. But it's not canon.)

He had a wife, Jennie. That part is canon in some comics and movies but it's not a huge part of him. Some fan-made theories say, during the war, Jennie cheated on him and whatnot. I add that in some fanfictions of mine but I don't think it's a huge pointer for anything. Just a drama plot.

Jack and Joker are two different people, he can switch between the two. I won't say like two-face because I don't think he has a personality disorder or DID, I think his sanity levels go up and down. But, you can always add in that factor because that too, would make a lot of sense. I feel like Joker is the devil on his shoulder while Jack is the angel.

Jack was raised in a horrible home, with a meek mother and an alcoholic father. That is mostly cannon. Also, another way his scars happened since in the movie that's a way he explains how it happen.

Jack is meek, he's not helpless and weak. But he is more vulnerable than Joker, that's why barely anyone ever sees that side of him, if at all. (if we're doing smut, he definitely has a mommy kink.)

Joker definitely likes being in control. Do with that what you will. But we all know Joker is the man with a scrambled head.

That's my take! If you enjoyed it, let me know. If you want to use this version for anything, please do. If you like my version and want any writing or anything, ring my line. I promise I have better grammar than I'm leading off on this post. Have a good day/ night!

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[bats4bruce]

serein.

Summary: Returning home from the battlefield of Iraq, Sabrina finds herself adrift in a world she no longer recognizes. Battling demons both internal and external, she seeks solace in the company of her faithful companion, Zion, a German shepherd who has stood by her side through thick and thin. But when Sabrina's path crosses with that of the enigmatic billionaire Bruce Wayne, her life takes an unexpected turn. Drawn to each other by shared pain and a longing for connection, they find themselves entangled in a dangerous game of love and deception. As Sabrina grapples with her growing feelings for Bruce, she must also confront the demons of her past, including her former comrade-in-arms turned nemesis, the Joker. Unraveling the mystery of her own identity, Sabrina discovers that the line between hero and villain is not always clear-cut.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, self-harm, suicide, loss of a loved one, graphic depictions of torture, smut (not in this chapter), intense emotion, CC X OC, Already set female character. Mentions of war.

Extras: Hello! This is my own personal comic I've made! I really wanted to share it; I hope someone enjoys it! This follows the event of The Dark Night trilogy, but eventually, it just follows the basic comics. I love writing, and if anyone wants an 'X reader' request, let me know!! Please let me know what you think! The chapters will get longer as it goes on, just hard to start!

Word count: 1.68k

Prologue

Chapter 1.

"How's the medication working, hon?" A woman with blonde hair and vivid red-painted lips spoke, her gum chewing punctuating the sterile, brightly lit room. A large German Shepherd sat stoically by the door, its presence a steadfast yet silent sentinel in the otherwise still space.

Sabrina offered a nonchalant shrug, her cascading dark brown hair slipping down her shoulders as she spoke. "Some nights are better than others," she murmured, running her hands through her hair before burying her face in her palms. The room remained eerily silent, save for the soft scratching of pen against paper as the woman jotted down notes on a clipboard.

"Not much of a talker?" the woman quipped, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. However, Sabrina's response was continued silence. "Your counselor tells me you want to re-enlist?" The woman continued, prompting a nod from Sabrina. "Look, puddin', you've been through four therapists. Ya need to start talking…" As the conversation drifted, Harleen Quinzel, the woman in charge, moved around the room, her attention momentarily diverting to the German Shepherd by the door. She attempted to coax affection from the stoic canine, though it seemed unresponsive to her efforts.

Observing the exchange with a discerning gaze, Sabrina leaned back in the plush chair, contemplating the sterile surroundings and the lingering weight of the conversation. "I was misdiagnosed," she admitted, her voice carrying a weight of conviction. Addressing Dr. Quinzel, Sabrina hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I think our time is up." With those words, she rose from her seat, the German Shepherd immediately following suit. Harleen glanced at the clock, a touch of disappointment crossing her features as she sighed softly.

Just before Sabrina left the room, Harleen reached out, placing a hand gently on her arm. "I really hope ya find what you're looking for," she offered sincerely, her gaze filled with a mixture of empathy and understanding. Though Sabrina remained stoned-faced, as Sabrina slipped through the doorway, the silence of the sterile room remained, only disrupted by the gentle sound of the closing door echoing in the vacant space.

Sabrina lay sprawled on her couch, her attention drifting between the mindless drivel of a reality TV show and the rain's gentle tapping on the windows. Empty beer cans littered the table nearby, evidence of her lackadaisical state. Her head rested on its side, mouth slightly agape, though she wasn't fully asleep. As the ambient streetlights cast a soothing glow into her dimly lit apartment, Zion, the large German Shepherd, lazily chewed on a toy, occasionally glancing up at the television.

Sensing a presence, Sabrina didn't bother to lift her head. "Back again, bat boy?" she mumbled, her voice heavy with nonchalance. Zion's ears perked up at the sound of her voice. A dark figure, draped in a cape, emerged from her bedroom. "Hand me a beer, will ya?" Sabrina grunted casually, extending her hand toward the table. Batman sighed, his frustration evident in the subtle shift of his posture.

"No," he replied firmly, taking measured steps toward her. Sabrina pushed herself up, causing Zion to gently settle back onto the couch as she stood unsteadily. Her gaze met Batman's. "Drinking?" His question hung in the air, though he already knew the answer, observing the beer cans scattered about.

"I'm bored, is all," she retorted with a sigh, her voice sounding surprisingly composed despite the situation. It was a testament to years of training that allowed her voice to maintain its steadiness. "I suppose you are too, that's why you came," she added, stepping away from his grasp and stumbling toward the kitchen.

Batman shook his head slightly, "I came to check on you." The silence between them lingered, heavy with unspoken concern. "How was therapy?" he inquired, trying to steer the conversation into more serious territory.

Sabrina abruptly slammed shut the refrigerator door, cracking open a can of beer. Her movements were rigid, her frustration palpable. "Therapy's just another word for someone prying into things they don't understand," she retorted sharply, her tone edged with defiance. As she made her way back to the couch, she muttered, "I'm sorry you feel the need to check on me." Sabrina never found out what was the cause of Batman checking on her. Perhaps it was from her attempt to kill herself or maybe Rachel requested him too, she's better off not knowing. Sabrina chugged the cold drink, her eyes locked with his.

"I don't mind, better than beating up thugs," Batman retorted, his gloved hands clenching at his sides. Sabrina regarded him skeptically.

"I'd rather be doing that," she stated firmly, breaking their eye contact and staring down at the floor. "I don't know… I'm just going through a rough time. That's all." Her voice wavered as she explained, but she managed to keep her emotions in check. Sabrina had the urge to cry, yet she restrained herself – crying was something she had trained herself not to do, no matter the emotional toll.

"I know," Batman nodded, a subtle understanding reflected in his eyes. "You should get out more," he advised before the radio on his belt crackled to life, emitting police chatter before falling silent. Batman glanced down momentarily before meeting her gaze again. "I'll see you later," he reassured her with a nod before swiftly making his way to her bedroom, disappearing through the only openable window. At first, Sabrina hadn't been keen on Batman – a grown man in a bat suit seemed ridiculous. But his concern, despite being a stranger, held a sense of genuine care that she couldn't ignore.

As the apartment returned to its quiet state, Sabrina remained seated, the weight of her conversation with Batman lingering in the room.

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Her phone blared across the otherwise silent apartment, disrupting the quiet solitude. Grudgingly, Sabrina reached for it, flipping it open.

"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse and gruff, squinting as sunlight streamed in through the wide windows.

"Were you asleep?" Rachel's voice crackled from the other end. Sabrina let out an annoyed sigh and rubbed her face.

"Yes," she stated bluntly, checking the time on her watch. It was well past noon. "It's only…" Her voice trailed off, realizing the time. Hurriedly, she dashed over to Zion's bowl and filled it with kibble.

"There's a gala next month, for Harvey," Rachel informed her. Sabrina balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear while pouring the dog's food, the clatter echoing in the apartment.

"And…?" Sabrina prompted, waiting for Rachel to continue, filling the other bowl with water as Zion eagerly dug into his meal.

"And you're going," Rachel affirmed.

"The hell I am," Sabrina snapped back. "You can tell buddy boy Dent he can soak in his glory without his favorite… Oh my golly, Rach, what does he call me? The girl who lives! Like I'm written by JK fucking Rowling or whatever," she argued, hearing Rachel sigh on the other end.

"Bruce Wayne invited you, as his date," Rachel admitted, attempting to persuade her. "Aren't you curious about Gotham's most eligible bachelor?"

"I'm not," Sabrina declared firmly, closing the phone abruptly and tossing it onto the counter.

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[jacks-jester]

Napier

 [Ledger!Joker x Reader]

Words: 3,123

Warnings: None?

Requested: Yes / No

Summary: You’re given the opportunity to reunite with your childhood sweetheart Jack, who now goes by the Joker. Is he the same mischievous boy you left behind, or is he the sadistic mass murderer the media portrays him as.

A/N~ This is sort of a sequel to my fic Longing? I will try getting to all my amazing requests soon, however I can’t promise anything. I’ve had some health complications due to my mental health and am trying to become healthy again. I’m getting back to where I need to be but some outside occurrence's are hindering that. I apologize to anyone I may have let down.

Your life had been fairly mellow since the last time you’d seen Jack on the television, though the shock was still just as present. Jack was the person you had always considered to be the love of your life, he was always sweet and thoughtful when you two were together. He never raised his voice, never raised a hand, and never made you feel unloved. The person you had seen on that television was not the same person you had left in Gotham, Jack seemed somewhat deranged now, wreaking havoc on the entire city. Part of you understood his grievance, his actions mostly costing those in wealthy position, it was clear what he wanted - tear down the corrupt city and take down those in power. He risked innocent lives in the process however, and that was enough to scare you of the man you had once loved with your whole heart. You doubted he cared, doubted he even knew you were here in Gotham, why would he? You left him years ago- but that made you ask yourself, what if you got caught in one his schemes? What if you were in one of the ferries last week when he decided to have his own social experiment play out just to prove his point.

You were conflicted and confused to say the absolute least after you caught the last glimpse of the man you loved so much. From the brief snippets of gossip you’d overheard at work, he was now back in Arkham Asylum- though your coworkers argued that he most likely would be broken out before the week is out. Hearing about where he was had sparked something in you, the need to see Jack. You had hoped you’d bump into him after moving back, but seeing as he was the most wanted criminal in Gotham, it seemed beyond unlikely. With him being locked up, you had the chance to possibly see him again, get the urge out of your system before it consumed you entirely. You were unsure whether or not Arkham would let you see him, but you knew internally how upset you’d be if you didn’t at least try.

You had finished your typical 9 hour shift at The Gotham Zoo, working as the head of the exotic mammals department- the last being killed in an apparent incident with Killer Croc. You let out a shaky sigh as you took in the large gates standing in front of you, the words Arkham Asylum written atop in meticulous metalwork. Your head swiveled to the side when a buzzing sounded through the air, a voice emitting from a small intercom to the left of the large doors. “What can I help you with ma’am?” You turned to face the small camera and speaker, a soft yet nervous smile appearing across your lips as you responded, “I’m here to visit a patient. Are visiting hours still open?” You knew for certain hours of the day the asylum was on lower security, allowing visitors to certain inmates though deep down you knew the chances of seeing Jack were slim considering how high-class of a criminal he was.

“One hour left before visiting ours are over. I’ll open the gate now, enter to the first building on your left and they’ll sort out your visitation at the desk. If you have any weapons or contraband on your person, security will take the force needed to remove you from the premises, am I clear?”

Your eyes widened at the idea of sneaking in anything dangerous and you nodded in respond, “Yes sir. Thank you.” You turned away from the camera, instead focusing on the large metal gates that were now opening before you, giving you a clear view of the entire asylum. You walked nervously through the gates, several armed guards lining the courtyard as you headed towards the visitation desk. Once in the building you relaxed slightly, the security having frisked and questioned you at the door, all that was left was to attempt to get a visitation in for Jack. A kind looking elderly woman sat behind the bulky and outdated white computer that sat upon her desk, her acrylics tapping quickly upon the keys of her keyboard. It wasn’t until you cleared your throat to gain her attention that she finally looked up to you, readjusting her glasses before speaking up. 

“Good afternoon, what can I do for you?”

You smiled softly at her before forcing you words out, “I was hoping to visit an inmate today if possible? I’m not sure how your visitations work here so I’m kind of unprepared.”

She looked at you as if this was a regular occurrence for her, simply nodding with a smile, “Of course, is your inmate new? Seems like we get more and more everyday.”

“Um, no. From my understanding he’s been in here quite a few times, at least that's what I’ve heard.” 

“Alright dearie, and what’s the patients name?”

You in all honesty weren’t sure what name he was under in their systems, so you went with the one you’d been hearing the most recently. “The Joker?”

The woman stopped everything she was doing and looked at you with a perplexed expression. “The Joker?” She took a moment to recollect herself before shaking her head, “We can’t let anyone in unless they are someone personal to the Joker, family only I’m afraid. He’s too high risk to let anyone but family see him.” You looked at her with confusion for a moment before replying with an unwavering voice, “I’m his fiancé, please.” She looked you up and down for a second before flicking her eyes to her computer screen. She knew nobody but someone truly close to the Joker would know his name, even his closest henchman didn’t know his name from what the GCPD had said. The hospital however, had his blood work and files from his youth at Gotham general, his name was in their files. “What’s the patients name?” 

You looked at her with a soft smile and replied quickly and short, “Jack. Jack Napier. Please, I just recently moved back here and just learned of this whole Joker business. I need to see him.” She let out a sigh and nodded, “You pass the routine check for relatives and associates, I have to give you a warning though. You’ll have to sign this contract, it means no matter what happens between you and the patient during visitation, Arkham Asylum is not responsible for what happens. This includes bodily harm, serious injuries, trauma, and death.” You only nodded and signed the form, “Can I see him now?”

Your heart was racing at the thought of seeing him again, though you couldn’t deny the dread that bubbled up inside of you at the prospect of coming face to face with someone unrecognizable. You wanted to maintain your positive image of Jack, the image of that charming school boy who never failed to sweep you off your feet, the boy who got into fights when he saw someone even look at you off, who never failed to make you fall deeper into love with him every time his lips met yours. The daunting reality that the boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago could be a thing of the past, a new darkness enveloping the person you cherished so deeply.

After the woman had made a phone call notifying guards of the visitation, you were escorted by two security men to one of the higher levels in the institution. The higher you rose, the more loud and prominent the screams of patients became- it was as though you were ascending into the madness itself as the elevator rose higher and higher. You ended up getting off at level 5 of the large building, the security taking you to a large metal door with a closed peep slot. The larger of the two guards turns to you while the other works on unlocked the door, “You have 30 minutes before we come in to get you. The door will remain locked for the entirety of those thirty minutes. Do you understand?” You nodded shakily in response before turning to enter the room as the door was swung open, creaking eerily as it shut behind you.

You remained silent as you took in the sight in front of you, it was him, no doubt about it. His head was bowed, looking down at his cuffed hands, completely ignoring your presence in the room. He was exactly the same as when you had left, well almost with a few exceptions. His hair was wavy and shoulder length, freshly washed, and the almond brown color you remembered so distinctly, though a few blotchy patches of green remained- long nights spent in each others arms as your fingers combed through that exact head of hair. You couldn’t see his eyes due to his gaze facing downwards but you could only guess they were the same honey color as before, green specks littering the dark brown ring on the outside of his iris, though you had to wonder if they held the same kindness, love, and mischief as before. He occupied one of the two chairs inside the room, a table dividing the two seats, and his body was in the typical white uniform you had seen the other patients wearing around the hospital.

You were taken out of your own mind when you heard a breathy laugh escape the man sitting before you, his head still bowed. “I have to give it to you, a lot of people have tried to get past security to see me and so far you’re the only one to have done it without shooting a few people along the way. So what do you want? Money? Power? Everything comes with a price, nothing comes for free.” You made your way slowly towards him, pulling out the chair and taking a seat opposite of his larger figure. “I was just hoping to see you.” You could hear the almost silent intake of breath he made before raising his head, those all too familiar brown eyes meeting you e/c ones. He silently stared at you, and as much as you hated to admit it, for the first time ever you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “Long time no see Jack.”

You watched as his eyes darkened ever so slightly, his lips twisting into a deep-set frown as he took in your words. “What are you doing here?” His words surprised you, they were laced with what seemed to frustration and disbelief. You weren’t expecting a warm reception after learning of his new career, but you expected him to at least show some sliver of recognition. “I’m sorry?” His voice growled out his words again, his words a low tone as if biting back anger. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you. I missed you Jack. I heard you were in Arkham while at work and figured I was most likely to see you if I came in for visitation, it didn’t seem likely for me to just bump into you like I’d hoped I would.” Joker looked you up and down and clicked his tongue in annoyance, “You shouldn’t have come bac to Gotham doll, it’s not safe anymore. I told you not to come back after you moved away.” You rolled your eyes at his words, he was talking to you like you were a child. “Yeah, well you also said you would get out of here soon after me. Looks that means we both didn’t hold up to each others expectations.” Your gaze flicked from looking at him to your hands which were fiddling nervously in your lap. “What are you doing Jack?” 

The man sitting before you let out one of his signature cackles at your question, “What do you mean?” You let out a sigh, your eyebrows knitting together in frustration. “You’re killing people, destroying the city, wreaking havoc. What is it all for? What do you gain?” Jack shrugged his shoulder lightly, his gaze meeting yours silently. “Because it’s not boring, and those I despise are being taken down like flies.” Your hand subconsciously reached across the table, interlocking tightly with Jacks own handcuffed one. “Why not leave? You clearly have the opportunity and funds to, why not build a life away from here. I know you probably already have a plan to escape from here given your history. Why not start a new life away from all this devastation and death? Like we had planned? Away from the violence and corruption.”

Jacks thumb had subconsciously began running soothingly across the top of your hand, an old habit he had when you two were together in your youth. “I have mission here doll, the chaos is fair and that's what Gotham deserves.” You let out a sigh and gazed into the honey pools that were his eyes. “Gotham deserves to burn, but you don’t need to be a part of it. I came back here hoping to find you, start where we left off, get back the years I lost when I moved. Run away, please Jack.”

Jacks hand released from your and beckoned you over to where he was sitting, and without a second thought you complied, standing to walk over to him. He raised his cuffs into the air, allowing you to take a seat on top of his lap, the cuffs lowering, trapping your body near his. You instinctively leant against his strong form, your head hidden in the crook of his neck while his arms held you tightly against him. He smelt the same as odd as that was: vanilla, greasepaint, fir, and the slightest scent of cigarettes and gunpowder. “I can’t leave, I have a lot of big plans and unfinished business to attend to doll.” You could feel a small piece of you shatter at his words. You were so close to him, so close to the future you’d be dreaming of, a one where you and Jack could go back to the way things were all those years ago. 

“Please don’t hurt me like this- not again. Please Jack. I’ve missed you, more than you could even begin to comprehend. I need you in my life.” You felt a hum pass through his throat as he soaked in your words. This was the side of him you knew, the side you remembered so fondly. He was caring, a bit rough around the edges, and loyal beyond measure- this was the side of him most people wouldn’t believe existed due to his public history of violence and insanity. But to you, this wasn’t the Joker. This was Jack Napier, the boy you grew up with, your first relationship, your first, your first heartbreak, your first everything. To you, Jack had always been everything. He was your past, present, and future. The idea of having a future without him absolutely devastated you, you wanting nothing more than love him completely. 

You felt a rumbling groan escape from Jacks throat as he soaked in your words. “The things you do to me doll.” He licked his lips quickly, his teeth chewing on the inside of his scars afterwards as if thinking through what he was going to say. You pulled back from his neck and instead rested your hand on his shoulder, your eyes looking deeply into his. “Please Jack, don’t leave me alone again.” His eyes seemed stoic as he looked to you, “Doll, I’m not the Jack you knew anymore you have to realize that.” You nodded in response, your eyes not leaving his, “But you are, your actions and words are proving that to me. If you were cold, sadistic, and blood thirsty like the news makes you out to be, then why did you welcome me into your arms so easily. Why haven’t you attacked me? Yelled at me? Why haven’t you pushed me away? Why do I see the same spark mischief in your eyes that I did when we first met in third grade. Why do you still show the same compassion and care you’ve always showed me. You held my hand the way you always did late nights when we’d stargaze on your apartment roof. You’re changed but you’re still my Jack, even if nobody else sees it. Sure you have a few more scars than when I left, and your eyes hold a new darkness to them, but that hasn’t changed you, not where it counts.” Your hand made its way up to his cheeks, your fingers carefully brushing against his mangled cheeks, your eyes holding all the love in the world as you gazed upon the all to familiar man who sat in front of you.

“When you break out, please find me. I live on South 102nd street in the old Bowers building, third floor, fourth window to right from the street, right near the fire escape. Please just come home, even if it’s just for a little. I need you Jack.” He didn’t respond, only leaned forward and captured your lips with his own, your eyes immediately closing instinctually as your body pressed flush against his. He never had been one to profess his love, even when he was younger. You’d come to learn his love language was that of physical reaffirmation, showing you rather than telling. Jack always did feel that actions spoke louder than words, the physical aspect reaffirming his feelings more than words ever could. You knew this was his way of agreeing, of reciprocating your words. He needed you, he missed you, he loved you. You didn’t need him to say those words aloud for you to know- the kiss told you everything you needed to know. 

The two of you parted just as the door creaked open signaling that your visitation was over. A voice boomed from across the room, the voice of one of the security guards from earlier. “Times up, come on.” You laid a quick kiss to Jacks lips before whispering quickly in his ear, “I’ll see you soon love.” He hummed in response, showing you he heard you and acknowledged your parting words. You cast one final glance at him as you were lead out of the room by the guard. For the first time since moving to Gotham, you felt some hope for the future, your future with Jack. It wasn’t going to be the one you’d imagined, but any future with him in it was worth it in your eyes. He was yours, and you were his. That's all you need to feel secure.

End

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This was not grammar checked or proof read before posting.

Final Note: I’m not very happy with how I portrayed Jack in this or how it turned out. But hey, at least I wrote something down. Maybe I’ll rewrite it at some point, maybe not.

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