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jiabeewrites · 2 years

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Back to the futu- er, present

TW: Valentino trying to take advantage (not sexually) of Jess.

(Flashback over)

"-ello? Can you hear me, doll?" Jess shook herself out of a stupor.

"Oh, sorry, just lost in thought." Valentino smiled reassuringly.

"I never got your name." Jess looked up at him.

"Jessi Quinn." If she really was in hell, then no way in heck was she gonna give him her full name.

"Jessi, huh. Cute name. Hey, listen," he said, looking at a large clock tower in the distance. It had the words "Next Cleanse" on it, and the numbers underneath it were 001. "We need to get out of here. The exterminators are gonna come soon, and you don't wanna be outside when it happens. Why don't you come to my place, and you can wait the extermination out."

He didn't sound the most genuine. But even if he wasn't the most trustworthy, this "extermination" thing sounded bad. And she didn't think hell had hotels. (A/N: suuuuuure they don't)

"Okay, I'll stay until it's over. I have a question, though." She thought a moment. "A lot of questions, actually." Valentino chuckled.

"Sure, Jessi. I'll teach you about hell and how it works."

"Okay, so if I understand correctly, I'm in Pentagram City, one of the more... sane parts of hell."

"Yep."

"I'm here because I did something bad in my past life. Pretty sure it was killing people, but whatever."

"...Yes"

"You are something called an overlord."

"Yes."

"And I'm some sort of demon, which to me isn't really obvious, because my poor excuse of a father made me dress like this pretty often. Well, except for the purple."

It was true. Instead of her Joker-green eyes (courtesy of the poison that ran through her veins), they were...purple? Her hair was no longer green, but black with purple streaks running through it. She was a foot taller, and her skin was white. Running across her left wrist, hand, and fingers was a tattoo of a vine. The vine was -surprise- poison ivy, with red and black flowers dancing around her fingers. Looking closer, the petals were made out of diamonds.

If hell's job was to bring out your inner self, she supposed it did a good job of it.

"Yes, your demon form is supposed to look different than your human one, but I suppose if your father made you like that then... Nevermind." Valentino looked over towards the curtains. He walked over and pulled them open.

Outside there were fireworks.

"You have fireworks in hell?" Jess asked.

"The princess sends them out every time the extermination ends."

"Oh, good. I really don't wanna overstay, so I'll just be leav-" Valentino cut her off with a dark chuckle.

"Oh nonononono, sweetheart. You're not getting away that quickly. I did you a favor, now you... are in debt. I saved your life, after all," he said sinisterly. Jess sighed.

"Look, from what I've assessed from the past 40-something hours, you own a porn studio. So that probably means that you want me to work for you, which really won't slide. I'm asexual, so I think I can repay the debt doing something else. I was a villain in my former life, after all," she said. She really didn't want to repay Valentino's favor by working for him... in the sex industry.

Valentino merely rolled his eyes.

"Sweetheart, we were all villains. That's why we're down here." Jess smirked.

(A/N: for the sake of the story, Valentino died when Batman was just starting to gain fame. HE KNOWS WHO BATMAN IS JUST DEAL)

"Val, d'ya know who Batman is?" She asked.

"You mean the guy from Gotham who fights psycho clowns? Yeah, I've heard of him," Valentino responded.

"Joker's my father. Yaknow, the psycho clown? I went by Jester on earth." He raised an eyebrow.

"So you were literally a villain. Huh."

"Mhm, and maybe instead of being a rentable fucktoy, I can kill people for you. My debt repaid in blood." It was a tad dramatic, but it was the one thing she'd picked up from her father.

Valentino grinned.

"You're fiesty, I'll give you that. I think I'll take that offer, Miss Quinn," he said. "You'll be my personal assassin. Do we have a deal?" He held out his hand as red light poured into the room.

"Yeahhhhhhh no. Mutual agreement sounds better." He glared.

"Take the deal or you work for the studio." She paled (if that was possible, I mean she has WHITE SKIN).

"Okay, okay, deal!" She shook his hand. He grinned.

"Excellent. I'd like you to meet an... employee of mine. His name is Angel Dust."

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A/N: YASS SHES FINALLY GONNA MEET ANGEL AGHDLSFJKLSDJFLKSJ

I feel like a lot of my chapters are rushed, but honestly this is just for fun so-

Sorry if Valentino is OOC, I don't really know how to write him!

I did change her backstory from the OC Lore backstory, and don't worry about the deal. She's eventually gonna "befriend" Valentino, but like in a good way. No controlling her. More like a frenemy kind of relationship.

That's how she'll [REMOVED FOR SPOILER REASONS]

So anyway, please enjoy the chapter!

Looking absolutely ✨ fabulous✨ today!

-Jia

#hazbin valentino #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #jiabeewrites

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noladyme · 4 years

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Chess. Chapter 6

Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes.

TW: Violence, language, sexual themes, blood

(This story is obviously non-canon, i.e. Diablo and GQ, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.)

“St. Roch, Louisiana. We’re staying in our own backyard”. Flag was reading from a tablet; as we were taken through a long hallway, leading from the cellblock, to what seemed to be a large garage.

I had a guards pistol aimed at me, as it’s owner followed my every move, with cold eyes.

I had spent the rest the day before, trying to wrap my mind around my new situation.

I was officially a prisoner at Belle Reve – a high security penitentiary, in the sweatiest asscrack of the Louisiana swamps. I was there for the kidnapping and assault of judge Jeremiah Kelper.

The assault and maiming had been of such a horrible nature, that I was committed to this facility, without trial. My conviction was a formality, as I apparently confessed to the guards of Belle Reve, the night of my arrival.

I was to serve life, without parole.

There was no mention of the incident in Wayne Tower in my file.

Unofficially, I was the newest member of Task Force X, a top-secret group of meta-humans, and people with exceptional skills, required to complete missions of a classified nature.

These individuals also happened to all be convicted felons, and the scum of the earth.

There was Floyd Lawton; a.k.a. Deadshot. The man who never missed a shot. During dinner – sloppy joes, yum… – he’d shown me a picture of a cute 8 year old girl, who had his eyes.

“She’s a bit older now, writes me every day. She just got an A on her biology report!”, he’d exclaimed proudly. It was clear Floyd loved his daughter, more than anything.

Killer Croc – Waylon Jones. He was huge, terrifying; and made me feel safer than I had in weeks, just by his presence. Croc – as he insisted on being called – had won me over, by calling me cher’.

I’d talked to him about Sammy, and recounted some of the trucker stories he’d told me.

After Croc’d told me he’d once eaten a truckdriver, he said: “I’m glad it wasn’t your boss. He seems like a decent guy”.

I’d been surprised by the gentle and kind demeanor of Chato Santana; or, Diablo, as they called him. I’d seen a videoclip on the news once, of him torching a group of inmates at a prison he was held at. I thought he’d be a hothead – pun intended – but he turned out to be calm and remorseful about his violent past.

Harley. Now, she was a different story. She was about as calm as a puppy on poppers. She also seemed to have no remorse for anything she’d done, as the sidekick and girlfriend of the Joker. I was equal parts terrified and enthralled by her person.

She’d spent most of the rest of the day, singing lullabies to a picture of a hyena, and doing her nails. Once, she’d disappeared for about an hour, before returning to her former activities, with a satisfied smile plastered over her pretty face.

We soon discovered what Harley had been doing, when the napping Digger Harkness – Captain Boomerang, the australian – suddenly screamed; jumping up and down, scratching at his body.

“Ants! Bloody fire ants!”, he’d yelped with a shrill voice; running towards the bathroom.

He’d returned a while later, shaking his coat, and sending the giggling Harley a deadly look. His arms and neck were covered in tiny and angry red welts; that he’d scratched at for the rest of the day.

This was my new family. I was very aware that none of us had chosen to be here, but it seemed that we were all determined to make the best of it, until such an opportunity arose, that we’d be able to leave.

Apparently, Harley had tried to run multiple times – even having made it back to the Clown; and stayed of the grid for a few months, before arriving back at Belle Reve, with a pair of roller skates, and a taxidermized beaver.

I didn’t know when or if I’d be able to escape; so for now, I decided to settle in.

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In the middle of the large garage stood a helicopter the size of a tank. In front of it stood six crates; each of our names written on the side of one of them.

The rest of the squad seemed to know the procedure. They opened their crates, and dug through them. Flag paced back and forth in front of us, carrying a machinegun.

“You know the deal”, he hollered. “Three weapons. Two ranged, one for close combat. Croc and Diablo, you are both the exceptions”. No weapons for them, I guessed.

“Oy, colonel”, Digger called.

“No, Digger”, Flag answered, before the aussie had a chance to ask. “Boomerangs do not count as close range, though they can be used as such. You bring two. No more”. Digger cursed under his breath.

They’d all been through this before. I couldn’t help but feel like it was the first day of school, and that I’d forgotten my backpack at home.

“You alright?”, Floyd asked from behind me.

“Yeah”, I answered. “It’s just…new. How do you do this? How do you work for these people, who treat you like shit, and then demand that you risk your lives for them?”. I bent to open my crate, and started going through the equipment in it.

“Look”, said Floyd. “Ain’t none of us here who wants to be here. Except for maybe Harley”, he smiled, and looked at the person in question.

She was swinging an oversized fairground hammer, almost knocking over a soldier who was busy checking out her ass.

“We do this, because we have to, for one reason or another”. He looked at me seriously. “I’m here for my little girl. Every time I finish one of these missions, I’m one step closer to seeing her again; and to show her that her daddy’s not a monster”.

I pulled out my jacket, stood up, and looked at it.

“You find whatever reason you need to do this, but make sure it’s important enough, not just to survive for, but to live for”, Floyd finished, patted my shoulder, and walked away.

I sighed and returned to my crate. I had no idea what in my life was important enough to live for at this point.

I didn’t have a family to protect or impress. That had all ended after Hatter had entered my life.

Sammy… he was a friend, but he’d be better of if I didn’t return. Ever.

That left my cats. But they were fine where they were.

So what?

I was interrupted in my train of thought by Flag, who suddenly appeared next to me.

“Hey. You need to get ready. Liftoff in 10”.

“Sir, yes, sir”, I retorted, and rolled my eyes.

I went behind a tall crate to change into my outfit. Leggings, top, boots, jacket; and finally, my claws. I tested the knives once, against the crate in front of me, carving through the thin metal easily.

Retracting the claws, I went to join the others.

Flag stopped me before I had a chance to enter the chopper with the rest of the crew.

“One last thing, Chess”, he said, and pulled out a strange looking harness, made out of some synthetic material and wires.

“What’s that?”, I asked, skeptically.

“This is an armed device, that will explode, should you decide to… smile, without being ordered to do so, by myself”.

I looked him, dumbfounded. “You’re gonna blow me up if I go invisible?”, I guffawed.

“No”, he answered. “I’ll blow that nano-bomb in your neck if you try to run away. This device will explode on it’s own, whenever its sensors recognize that you are using your powers”.

I shook my head, confused.

“If I’m not here to do that, then why am I here?”.

Flag used a strange key to unlock the harness.

“After what happened yesterday…” he started. I interrupted him.

“You mean when I didn’t run away?”, I spat.

He was unmoved by my exclamation.

“After what happened yesterday”, he repeated, “Waller seems to think it would be better if I take control of when you should… do your thing. You’ll be able to make things you touch invisible, as usual; but you cannot disappear yourself”.

He held up the newest addition to my outfit, to let me put it on.

“From now on, you will be wearing this whenever you are not in your cell. I can disarm the device at any time, for as long as I deem necessary”.

I stepped back, shaking my head.

“No”.

Flag frowned.

“Put it on”, he said, a slight edge to his voice.

“No”, I repeated, and crossed my arms in front of me.

Flag exhaled through his nose.

“Put it on, or I’ll put it on you myself”, he growled. I tilted my head, and raised my eyebrows at him.

“Is that a promise?”, I asked.

He raised his chin, and looked down at me.

“I can have one of GQs men do it”.

I ripped the harness from his hands, and begun to put it on; trying to figure out where each strap was supposed to go.

There were two straps, one going over each shoulder. One strap went around my torso, from my back to my front. Holding it all together, was one last strap, starting from my back, going down between my legs, and connecting with the others, on the middle of my chest.

Flag grabbed the straps in front of me, connecting them to a round disc, with a small red light in the middle. He tightened the harness as much as he could, making me bump against him; and locked the disc with the key.

“You go invisible; you die. You try to take it off; you die. You even think of trying to steal the key, guess what…”.

“I die?”, I jestered.

“You die”, he answered.

I tried to move around in the strange contraption.

“How am I supposed to pee in this?”, I asked angrily.

“We’ll climb that mountain when we get to it”, he answered, and turned his back to me, walking away.

“Old Fashioned”, I called after him. He turned around.

“What?”, he asked.

“If you’re gonna ride me this hard, it’s only polite to buy me a drink”, I said; turned my back to him, and walked away to join the squad.

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Landing in St. Roch, our first destination was an old gas station just outside of town. It was abandoned by its owners; probably due to the explosions going off less than a mile away.

“You have your orders”, Flag called. “We go in discretely, locate our target, and take them out”.

“It’s probably going to be more complicated than that”, Diablo muttered next to me. Croc growled in agreement.

“You know, Flag, we’d probably be even more discrete, if you didn’t have Y/N here tied up like a Christmas ham”, Floyd smirked at him.

Flag frowned.

“This is Chess’ first mission. Let her find her legs before we throw her into it”, he said. “Let’s head out!”.

“Someone’s got a crush”, Harley said in a singsong voice, skipping past me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, I asked.

Digger chuckled, and followed her.

“She means, he wants a gander at your map of Tassie”, he winked back at me, and took a swig of the can of beer he’d taken from one of the fridges in the small store.

I shook my head, and feeling a machinegun between my shoulders – I was just thrilled that the Tweedles had joined us on this little fieldtrip – I followed the rest of the group.

Sneaking past a checkpoint – Floyd taking out the inhabitants from afar – we made our way downtown.

I heard crying from behind a dumpster, and stopped to see what it was. A young woman was hiding behind it; shaking in fear.

“Are you ok?”, I asked, reaching a hand towards her.

“Chess!”, Flag called, from a few yards away. “Get your ass over here”.

“She might need help”, I said, and stepped towards the crying woman.

She recoiled from my touch.

“No! Please leave me alone!”, she cried.

Floyd came up behind me.

“She’s afraid of us, Chess”, he said. “Just leave her alone”. He went back to the group, who continued down the street, leaving me alone with Flag and the terrified woman.

I backed away from her, a lump in my throat. Turning around, I walked up to Flag, trying desperately to hold back tears. Behind me, I heard the woman get up, and run down the street, away from us.

I looked up at Flag.

“I wasn’t going to hurt her”, I said quietly.

“I know”, he said shortly. “But she doesn’t”. He made to touch my shoulder; but changed his mind, straightened his back, and turned around.

“Let’s go, kitten”.

We joined the others.

“That was quick”, Harley smiled. “It’s ok, colonel. It happens to all men”.

“Lady, I will rip your pigtails off with my bare hands”, he growled at her, stomping to the front of the group.

“Never happened to me”, Croc winked at Harley, who beamed back at him.

Another checkpoint. Digger took care of this one.

Huddling up behind a couple of cars, we finally saw our target. A lieutenant of Ra’s Al Ghul, who had been stirring up trouble, laying the groundwork for a new stronghold for his master. They had chosen to set up shop in the town square; having tied up a group of around 10 hostages to a statue in the middle.

Flag started barking orders in a hushed voice.

“Alright. Floyd, you got the roofs. Keep in radio contact”. It was clear he trusted Floyd more than the rest of the group.

“Croc, see that van? Make sure anyone in it, and in the immediate vicinity of it, don’t have the chance to warn the target”. Croc went down on all fours, and disappeared into a nearby shrubbery.

“Diablo and Digger. I want you on each side of that building. If they do spot us; I want you to bottleneck them into that alley”, he said, pointing in the direction he meant. “GQ, you and your men join them. One on the flame, two on boomer”. Digger scoffed at the nickname.

“Harley; I want you… actually you just do whatever it is you do, without giving the rest of us away”, he sighed at her.

“Sure thing, boss”, she mock-saluted him. “Go team!”.

“You got your orders. Go!”, he finished; and the group scattered, each to their assigned positions.

“What am I supposed to do?”, I asked, feeling slightly left over.

“You stay on me”, he answered, and looked through his binoculars.

A few minutes went by. Hearing a growl from the direction of Crocs assigned post, I saw blood spatter on the inside of the windows of the van.

I heard Harleys voice yelling; “Batter up!”, followed by a clank and a loud scream.

Some of the lieutenants soldiers began scrambling.

“Goddamnit, Quinn!”, Flag cussed. “You! Stay here!”, he growled at me, and ran in the direction of Harleys voice, leaving behind his binoculars. I picked them up, and looked through them.

In the square, the soldiers were rigging up chains and wires around the hostages. Connected to the wires were multiple red sticks I recognized from movies I’d seen. Dynamite.

I looked in the direction Flag had gone. He and Harley were arguing quietly behind a bus.

I looked back at the town square. Our target was walking back and forth in front of the hostages, ranting about something I couldn’t make out.

I tried zooming in with the binoculars. Military tech for the win, I thought, and looked through them again.

In his hand, the lieutenant was holding what seemed to be a tablet. Large numbers read 5:00. The bastard walked up to a teenage boy, who had a stick of dynamite strapped to his chest. He put his hand on his cheek, and said something to him, that made the boy break down in tears. He then pressed a button on the screen. The numbers began to count down.

4:59.

4:58.

4:57…

Fuck!, I thought, and threw the binoculars on the ground.

Reminded of my harness, I rolled my eyes. Ok. So I couldn’t smile. But I did know how to move quietly and quickly. I pulled up my hood, and closed my jacket.

I snuck forward. I heard a gunshot and a grunt behind me, and looked back; seeing an enemy soldier on the ground, a bullet hole right between his eyes. Thanks, Floyd, I smiled up at the roof of a nearby building, seeing Deadshots white hood disappear back into the darkness.

I moved forward again, hiding behind a truck. A stone landed on the ground next to me; and looking in the direction of the thrower, I saw Flag waving at me.

“Get back!”, he mouthed at me angrily. I shook my head, and looked towards the hostages. Continuing forward, I suddenly heard a beep. Looking down, I saw the light on the disc on my chest turn from red to green.

Looking back at Flag – his wrist raised, pushing some buttons on what looked like a watch – I smirked, and nodded at him. Thanks, I thought.

A purr moving through my body; I smiled.

Readying my claws, I ran towards the square. A soldier looked in my direction, having heard my movement, but unable to see me. Oops. Quietly now, I thought, and scaled a car next to him, making as little sound as I could.

I saw Digger and the Tweedles running towards a group of soldiers exiting a building. They finished them of quickly, but not before having drawn enough attention to make the lieutenant aware of their presence.

He yelled something I couldn’t I understand, and dropped the tablet he had been holding.

Gunfire sounded, and I ran faster, making my way to the group of hostages.

I reappeared, startling a few of the hostages who screamed at me.

Picking up the tablet from the ground, I desperately began pushing the screen, trying to make the countdown stop.

2:35.

2:34.

2:33…

There was no way I could stop the detonation.

I spun around, ran to the statue, and began pulling at the wires.

“You’ll make it go off!”, the teenage boy from before shouted at me.

I ran to the back of the statue, finding a simple lock, holding together the two ends of the chain intertwined with the wires.

This I can handle, I smiled, and got out my kit.

I managed to break two of the lockpicks, my hands shaking from the stress of the situation. I looked at the tablet on the ground.

1:01.

1:00.

0:59…

Taking a deep breath, I gave it one more try. Please, please, please!.

The lock opened.

I grabbed one end of the chain, and ran with it around the statue, releasing the hostages. The teenage boy carefully pulled at the tape that held the stick of dynamite to his chest, and put the red stick gingerly on the ground.

“Thanks!”, he smiled at me, and ran. I smiled after him.

An elderly woman was having trouble keeping up with the others.

0:37.

0:36.

0:35…

“Just go on”, she yelled at me.

“No!”, I answered, and ran to put her arm around my neck. Stumbling a few steps forward, the woman was suddenly lifted from the ground, screaming, as Croc – with a smile plastered across his gruesome face – ran to safety, the old woman hanging over his shoulder.

We did it!, I thought, and went to run after him.

Someone grabbed my leg, holding me in place. Looking down, I saw the lieutenant – a gash across his face, and a gunshot to his chest – laughing up at me. His strong hands were holding on to my leg, making it impossible for me to move.

I looked towards the group waiting for me at a safe distance. The hostages were continuing down the street, running towards sirens and blinking lights.

0:15.

0:14.

0:13…

Flag screamed something at me, Edwards and his soldiers holding him back.

I yanked at my leg, desperately trying to get the dying man to let me go.

0:09.

0:08.

0:07…

I lifted my fist and screamed; cutting through my captors arm. He let go with a yelp; and I ran.

0:03.

0.02.

0:01…

0:00.....

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v01d-ch1ld · 5 years

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Diary of a Clown Girl Pt. 3

A/N: I know you guys were hoping for an update. I am so sorry, but my computer is broken so this is the best that I can do now.

Bruce never adopted me. I guess most people would see that as a huge deal, but it really wasn’t. He asked if he wanted me to and I said no. It was simple as that. I wasn’t ready to have a dad again and he respected that. Jason got adopted though. He never knew that though because he died. Things got way harder after that. Being in that house was hard and I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was suffocating especially when Bruce threw all of Jason’s things in the trash. Dick came back for a short while, but Bruce chased him out of Gotham again. I was alone most of the day and night in the manor, so I wrote Bruce a note and I left. I got myself emancipated from his guardianship and got an apartment in the East End. I know what you are thinking, “why would you get an apartment there? It’s the worst part of Gotham.” Because the rent was cheap, and I was still in high school at the time. Bruce did however continue paying my tuition at Gotham Academy and I got to see Dick once a week when he would crash at my place for the weekend. He made the drive from Bludhaven just to see me. It was kind of sweet. He would make fun of me while I cooked and then wolf down whatever I put in front of him. Sometimes though he would spend hours looking at his phone with a blank and un-Dick like expression.

As things went on things got slightly easier. You probably think that when I got kidnapped was the first time I talked to my dad after what happened with the acid pit. We talked exactly twice before that. Once when I was walking home from school, I came across him moving loot and he spotted me and unfortunately recognized me. He took me by the shoulder and guided me into his Lambo and we went for a drive. He took me to the Iceberg Lounge. That was interesting. He wanted me to be his daughter again and I got to meet Penguin who wanted to hire me to be his logistics head. I was “flattered” and declined. I did however drink the whisky they gave me. I never said that I was a good child. The other time was when my dad killed this one guy who was in the process of mugging and attempting to rape me. That guy’s screams rang for hours at the docks. I got to sleep in one of Joker’s safehouses that night. It was not pleasant, and I barely slept a wink, but I felt safer than I would have alone.

I didn’t see him for a while after that. Not until he grabbed me and turned me into the Jester but, I knew he was watching me. He sent Harley to my graduation in civvie clothes with a camera to film the whole thing. When I got into college, he always had cameras on me. The sneaky bastard. Then one night my freshman year of college I was at home and I heard someone pounding on my window. I took out the gun that I may or may not have gotten illicitly and went over to the window. There was Jason wearing a red hoodie and black jeans. His hair was a wreck as usual and I almost passed out. I dropped the gun, which he caught and placed on the windowsill. I stood frozen for almost five minutes and then started crying. He jumped through the window and held me while I cried into his hoodie on the floor.

“J-jaybird! I thought you died”

“I’m sorry but I had to see you again.” He said back.

“It was so hard without you! I couldn’t stay there anymore. Bruce become so cold.”

“Really? Is that why he replaced me?”

“Replaced? What-”

“Nothing let’s go to the couch,” he cooed touching my face with his cold hands. I looked up into his eyes and they were almost glowing green. His eyes were teal.

“Did you get colored contacts or something?” I asked much later.

“No.” He said flatly. I took the empty plate that I had put piles of spaghetti on earlier from him. Like Dick, he was a bottomless pit. “I have to leave.”

“Okay then. Well I’m glad that you are okay now,” I knee him directly in the balls. He groans and doubles over. “But if you EVER scare me like that again I will find you and I will maim you.”

“Good to see you haven’t changed. I see Dick taught you some self-defense,” he rasped, and his voice cracked over several words.

“You deserve worse, but you are alive and well and you BETTER COME SEE ME OR I WILL FUCKING YOU.” I firmly tell him. I can’t handle not seeing him again. I love him too much.

“OK you crazy bitch!” I kiss Jason’s cheek. He smirks and kisses my temple. We used to do this all the time when we were still kids.

“You should go see Bruce; he was really torn up when we all thought you were dead. Go see Dick too.” I say and his face darkened immediately.

“Trust me. I will.” He said maliciously and walked out.

It wasn’t until after I knew about the family’s extracurricular activities that I would know about all the things the Jason had been up to.

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issajuju-bug · 7 years

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Could you open this? Pt2

p>I can’t believe I was standing outside of my apartment building in the freezing cold waiting on the Joker. The man was not to be trusted and no not because he’s a criminal or anything, but because he lied about opening my pickle jar. I mean who does that does he not know how hungry I am and that food is my life. I’ve also been standing out here for at least an hour so if he’s not here in one minute I’m going back upstairs and fall asleep. I guess that’s all I had to say because not even a second later a purple Lamborghini pulls up with a black van following behind it. BEEP BEEP “Come on doll face we don’t have all day batsy is on our tail and leave your bags the boys will get that.” As I run to the car I see the bat mobile racing down the street, “Go go he’s right behind us come on already.” He laughs as he speeds down the street, “ What don’t want me to leave you all alone doll?” I looked at him as if he was speaking another language, “ I could care less about you getting caught, but you’re not going anywhere until you feed me.” “Ouch doll really you don’t care if daddy leaves you to fend for yourself.” He makes a sharp right turn that would’ve pushed me on him if I didn’t have my seatbelt on. Just as I’m about to say he should slow down I hear a loud thud on the hood of the car. “What was that on the hood, is it hailing outside?” He laughs as he pulls out a gun that’s personalized with jesters and other designs. “Nope don’t even think about asking me to grab the gun, I’ll drive you shoot that sounds way better since I have never shot a gun.” “You don’t tell me what to do doll it’s the other way around, now get this gun or I’ll just shoot you to get the bat off my back” he says trying to give me the gun still. “Did you just threaten me, you look here you Ronald Mcdonald look a like I said I was going to drive and that you would shoot, now either you get to shooting or I’m pushing you outta here.” His face changed from anger to surprised to horny, “ oh doll I’m going to have so much fun with you.” "Fun what do you mean fun and what kind of fun" is what I scream at him, but instead of answering he just leans out the window to shoot. Batman can't be holding on the car if J is shooting at him, so if I stop the car suddenly maybe he'll fall off. I can't tell J because hell stop shooting and mess the plan up, so Joker I hope you don't get too hurt. I made a left turn and the street ahead seemed to be a straight away so I speed up to put my plan into action, but before I could stop the road ended or should I say the dock. I leaned over to open my door to get ready to jump out. "J we're going to hit the water come back in " I tried to grab him but he just got yanked out of the window and before I could see what happened I hit the water. I swam away from the car and started swimming up to the top, but I heard something else jump in. I looked over to see a dark shape gliding towards the car. The bat must be looking for me, I started to swim back to the car but I stopped myself. If the bat was down here he must have already put J in the bat mobile not that I should feel sorry for him, it's just that it's my fault that he's going to get locked up. I decided to hide from the bat until he left, I'm sure Joker's men will come here looking for him. Five minutes after Batman had left they came right when I was getting out of the water a man in a suit helped me up and made sure I was able to stand on my own. "Where's the Boss, did Batman take him?" "Yea he did but don't worry I got a plan to get him out." "Why should I believe you for all I know you could have set this whole thing up to get him locked up?" "Oh please you really think if I set him up I would stand around waiting on you guys to show up and kill me, sorry but I'm not an idiot." "Now do you want your boss back or what?" "How are we going to get him back ?" We started walking towards the van and I got in the front ."Like I said I have a plan and by the way the name is (Y/n), what's yours?" The man got in the driver seat and started the van he then looked towards me and said "Frost"

The Joker ended up spending the night in Arkham Asylum, but that was to be expected. The next day he was woken up by some guards, "Come on move your ass clown the doctor wants to see you." "What a doc already, I must be really special to be able to pull that off?" HAHAHA " Hey shut it before we break your jaw." "Wouldn't be the first time boys HAHAHAHA." They put a straight jacket on him and took him to an office, one of the guards opened the door while the other one walked the Joker in and sat him down. As the guards left he kept his head down there was no way this doctor was going to get anything out of him. "Excuse me but this is my first day on the job and I usually don't ask the patients for anything, but could you open this?" The Joker looked up so fast he almost gave himself whiplash, but he was more focused on that voice it just couldn't have been that girl. But when he looked up it was her, her hair was a different color but it was still her. The Joker looked down at her hands and laughed when he say it was a pickle jar. "Really doll you came all this way for me to open a jar for you?" "I told you that you weren't going anywhere until you feed me and I kept my promise, now are you going to open it or what?" "Hate to break it to you doll but my hands are kinda tied right now. "No they aren't they didn't tighten the jacket they just put it on you in case a real guard walked past." J looked down at himself to see if what she said was true and it was he was able to take the jacket off with ease. "Well since you were so nice I guess I can open the stupid jar." He grabbed the jar out of her hand and twisted on the lid he was surprised that it was already opened and that there was only one pickle in the jar, he looked at the girl for an explanation. "Oh don't worry you'll make good on your half of the bargain when I get you out, inside of the pickle is a key for your cell when you hear an explosion unlock your door and come find us." "Are you going to be waiting on me to get out doll?" I started to stand up and dust myself off "Of course because afterwards your taking me to the most fancy restaurant this town has to offer, so see you when you get out Mr. J." "Yea see you later doll I can't wait for tonight."

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