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WE DON'T CHOOSE OUR FAMILY (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) PART 3

I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO @awkard-fangirl88 FOR MAKING ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER AND WRITING THIS PART.

now guys I have absolutely no excuse as to why I’m so late with this chapter. I would like to apologize to everyone I kept waiting, I hope it will not happen again but I never know what will happen.

SCENARIO- The joker finally has his daughter but for how long.

Warnings- talk of mental abuse, physical abuse, language (of course)

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You grunted as you held on to the wound that covered your left side. You were limping as you saw the exit coming closer and closer. Closer to freedom. You could hear the sound of boots behind you and dogs barking but you just ignored it and kept limping towards your only chance of seeing the outside world again. A world you haven’t seen for 6 months.

You don’t believe it’s been 6 months since you were on the ladder of that helicopter with your joke of a father.

You remembered the look on your families faces as they discovered your nature, who your real blood was. Thank god that Harley Quinn wasn’t your real mother, because that would make things so much better. (Who knew you could fit so much sarcasm in one sentence)

You only ever saw her once in a while and it never ended well for her. She was a good woman, crazy, but a good woman.
Harley never deserved to be played by the joker, he twisted her mind worse than even his was. He was crazy because he ignored everything, she was crazy because she ignored everything except love and love can make you insane, that one true, no escaping from your own mind, insane.

Your time with your father had not been much better. From the beginning all he did was try to tear you down, so you could be made to his picture.

Flashback.

You felt the cold water hit your face as you lied on the cold medal slab in the back of your cell in nothing but sweatpants and a dirty white tank top.

Your “room” only had the necessities. A small barred window, a calendar, a toilet, a slab of metal called a bed, and a sink. Also the floor was filled with 3 inches of water.

“Wakes wakey sugar, time for another one of daddy’s quizzes.” You heard the joker say from the other side of the bars where he stood holding a now empty bucket.

“No.” You said throwing your forearm over your eyes.

You had been locked up in this hell hole for 4 months now and you were done. The joker made sure you had a calender in your room so you knew every single day that passed by the sun that shined through the tiny barred window you had and you were sick and tired of his games. Not in the way of you wanted to die, just you were done with playing to his whims.

“See I don’t remember, ASKING YOU!” He yelled as he flipped the switch causing hundreds of volts of electricity to shoot through the water of your cell, up to you where it felt like a lightning rod was being sown through your skin.

You screamed bloody murder as you arched your back off the metal slab and could feel your head wanting to explode.
Your heard the switch click off and the joy of your fathers laughter from the other side of your cell as you curled into a ball and held your head.

You weren’t what you used to be. They didn’t feed you the right food to keep you strong and you couldn’t work out from being so weak all the time, so your muscles slowly started to deteriorate. Your strength was apart of your combat style and was starting to leave you defenseless.

“Now be a good girl and get up.” He said as he opened the door to your cell.

You rolled off the slab and landed on your knees, on the water covered floor. You struggled to pick yourself back up off the floor, which used to be a easy task, now, not so much. He rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers as two guards came in and picked you up by your arms and dragged you out of the room behind your other 23 chromosomes donor.

It was the same as everyday since you’ve been here. You were sat in a all dark room with a projector with hundreds of pictures of the batfam. Damian and you taking out the riddler, Dick hanging out with Tim in full consume on top of Wayne enterprises, Bruce with the justice league and finally Jason.

He was out with the rest of the outlaws taking out a threat you had no idea about. You felt your muscles tense as you looked at him, with his guns pulled out and his mask on, he looked amazing. You could tell exactly what face he was making under that mask, you knew what he was thinking and it hurt.

Everyday it would be new more recent pictures and you noticed that all of the batfam looked more weary than usual, especially Jason. He was more brutal than normal and sloppy.

At the end of each “session” you would be asked one question.

“Who are they to you?”

Every single time you replied with your held high and said the words that kept you going through all of the misery.

“They’re my family.”

You would then be dragged back to your cell and do the same thing the next day, but on the last day of the 6th month of you being tortured, things were different.

When you were dragged back and thrown into your cell, you instantly passed out from hitting your head on the metal bed. Thank god you landed face up or you would have drowned from the water, you desperately hated.

When you woke up hours later, you noticed someone standing at the front of your cell with the door open. It was Harley Quinn who had tears streaked down her face.

“Sugar you gotta go, I’ve got about 5 minutes before they come for both of us and this is the only way I’m helping.” She said in a worried voice that still managed to sound perky as she outstretched a hand to help you up.

You looked at her red nail polish with a eye brow raised. You didn’t understand, was it a test put together by your father or was the infamous Harley Quinn being genuinely kind.

“Why?” You croaked out as she started to shake her hand in a fast motion signaling for you to grab it.

“I’m stuck in this life, I chose it for myself, you didn’t and you don’t deserve it.” She said in a harsh whispered voice as she kept leaning back and peaking down the hall.

You looked at her once more, then grabbed her hand hoisting yourself up. As soon as you were standing next to her, a slight prick sensation was in your right arm. You looked down to see Harley pushing a clear liquid from a needle into your arm. You felt the room go brighter and your senses grow sharper.

“What the fuck did you just give me.” You said as you rise to your full height and heard your back pop from not being properly stretched out in the past few months.

“That darlin, is what we call pure adrenaline, I say you have about 15 minutes before you start to feel like death.” She said with a small giggle and looked at a nonexistent watch on her wrist.

“Well toodles” she said, then skipped down the hall, her pigtails bouncing with each step.

“Fucking crazy ass lady.” You said as you stepped out of your cell and turned down the familiar hall where you were then ambushed by a bunch of goons who managed to injure you with a dagger down the left side of your stomach, which led to where you are now.

Flashback over

You could feel the last bits of adrenaline wearing off, it burned through your system so fast it only lasted about ten minutes. You limped through the final door, managing to put all of your body weight on it and tune the handle and took in your surroundings.

You were on a cliff that over looked some unknown body of water, in the middle of the night, with the moon being the only source of major light. You looked behind you to see the bastard coming up the stairs wth his army behind him.

“Welp looks like I only have one option.” You muttered to yourself as you took a a running start and leaped off the cliff.

4 months later in midway city

You had absolutely no idea how you survived that jump. All you could remember was jumping off the cliff, then the next thing you know, you’re waking up on a beach in the middle of the day.

You sat there covered in sand for what felt like days but was only probably about 3 hours. You just needed a minute, as you tore off the ends of your sweatpants to make a makeshift bandage for your wound.

You couldn’t go back home, could you even call it that anymore, home? They would hate you, they would try to lock you away. You couldn’t be locked away again, you wouldn’t let them.

You got off that beach and walked for what felt like hours until you stopped in Midway city. You smelled like the ocean, not in a good way, you hadn’t taken a proper shower for months, you were starving and cold but that’s exactly where you made your final decision.

You would rebuild yourself here, start a new life, be a new person. Leave everyone and everything in your old life, sadly though it truly meant everyone. You’ve been here ever since.

Meanwhile in Gotham

“BATMAN, JOKER SPOTTING ON THE SOUTH STREET!” Tim shouted into the coms as he jumped from building to building.

“On it.” Almost every single person in the batfam said at once into the coms.

Jason and Dick were on their cycles at different points in the city on route to the site. Damian and Bruce drove in the batmobile while Barbara rode on top because she quote said “because I’m batgirl.”

They all arrived in a exact unison surrounding the Joker. After you were taken they all dedicated there time to keep there eyes on the look out for the joker and their spare time looking for you.

When you were first taken they searched everywhere, in uniform and out of uniform, night and day, but they couldn’t find you anywhere. There were no clues or leads so they were just running in blind. They had to slow down after 3 months when the villains of Gotham got worse, they thought the bat was done for.

Jason took your abduction the hardest, you were his rock, his anchor, his one true love and he felt like he didn’t even have the balls to tell you how he felt. He never would have cared you were that bastards daughter. You weren’t like him, you showed Jason that even people that came from demons, could turn into angels.

“Where is she, you freaking lunatic?” Jason growled through clenched teeth, as he pulled his guns on the joker who only stood in the middle of the circle of heroes, looking at the ground.

Jason fired a bullet that zipped by his ear as the rest of the family stood completely still letting Jason have his moment.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, where is she?” Jason questioned again with his modulated voice as he cocked the gun.

A low chuckle turned into a horrendous laugh as the joker raised his head and looked at Jason straight in the face.

“Oh that’s hilarious.” The joker said as he wiped tears out from under his eyes.

“What, what’s so funny?” Jason said as he lowered his guns and everyone could feel the glare he was giving the clown.

“Well here’s the situation little red riding hood, I don’t have her, she went bye bye.” He said as he did a wave and laughed some more.

“What did you do with her?” Bruce asked in his most menacing voice.

“Ohhhhh I didn’t do anything, last time I saw her she jumped off a cliff and you know the deal with those pesky heroes she probably lived but then again she could have died. I mean I would go for the latter, anyways in the end, who really cares?” He questioned in a fake voice with a large frown and a fake boohoo.

“JASON DON’T!” Dick yelled as he saw Jason put his finger on the trigger of his gun and aim at the jokers head.

“JASON IT’S NOT WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE WANTED, STOP IT!” Barbara yelled from where she and Damian both stood in rigid positions by the batmobile.

“Give me one good goddamn reason.” Jason said as he fixed a hard stare onto the clown prince of crime.

“Because she would have said no.” Bruce said as he put his famous glare on Jason.

Jason exhaled though his nose in frustration but reluctantly put his gun down and squeezed the handles of his bike instead.

After 30 minutes and the joker being placed back in Gotham all of the batfam returned to the manor to tell Alfred what happened and discuss what they have learned.

“If she’s alive, wouldn’t she have come home by now.” Alfred said looking around at the table, where they were all currently seated.

“No, not exactly.” Tim said as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Bullshit.” Jason said as he rested his jaw on his knuckles with his elbow on the table.

“Think about it, she kept this a secret from us for the entire time because she probably thought we would have hated her, especially you Jason. Now that her secret is out she is scared that if she comes home we’ll just reject her.” Bruce said standing up, avoiding Jason’s glance at him and walking around the table.

They were both thinking of the night when batman lost his Robin. How Jason prayed for Bruce to make it on time, how Bruce mourned after Jason died. Jason forgave him for that night, he would never admit to it, but he did. All because of a girl who opened his eyes.

“She thinks we hate her because her father is the joker, even though she has done so many good things to help us and make Gotham a better place.“ Dick said leaning back in his chair as a look of pure sadness and confusion crossed over his face.

“We don’t choose our family, we make them, assemble them piece by piece, we just need to make her understand that.” Jason said as he stood up and walked over to the bat computer.

“Well how do you want to do that?” Damian asked with a bored expression, even though they could all see the worry in his eyes.

He would never in a million years admit it but he had a soft spot for you and the way you always helped him when he was in distress. It didn’t matter if it was emotional or physical, you always managed to crack away his facade and see the true kid he was. He knew what it felt like to come from a evil family background and he wished he could have been there for you, the way you were there for him, in his moments of need.

“We have to draw her out someway, get her to come to us, she knows how we operate so she would know how to stay hidden, we can’t just try and find her.” Bruce said as he stood next to Jason at the computer and gripped his hand on the back of the chair.

They looked at the picture of you they had on the screen, to keep their spirits high as to not forget you, not like they would anyways.

“Guys what if she’s not hiding though, what if she didn’t make it?” Barbara questioned everyone as she played with her fingers and looked down at the table with bags under her eyes from countless night of looking for you.

“Well with what I’m planning to do we will get an answer either way.” Bruce said as he sat down at the computer and started typing away.

“What are you gonna do?” Jason questioned as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he looked absolutely exhausted and ready to punch someone, at the same exact time.

“I’m gonna make something happen so big she can’t resist but to come out of hiding and see us.” Bruce said in a dark tone with a frown as the rest of the kids just looked at each other and nodded with somber eyes.
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@Elysianno part 4 COMING SOON

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I don't know about where you are, but it's still your birthday where I am so HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! You are without a doubt my favorite Stevie blog! I can always count on you for amazing pictures and content, and I hope you never stop posting! I hope you had a great birthday!

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I don’t know what to do!

Hey everyone!

So I need some help deciding what to do.. Since creating my studyblr not all that long ago I have been posting pictures of my notes from last semester since I’m currently on holidays. I still have until mid-late July until I go back to uni and can post some more new and different pictures of my notes rather than just the same old bio ones. However, I still want to post some sort of original content in the mean time, but I just don’t know what! Should I continue to post pictures of my bio notes like I have been, post pictures of some notes on my laptop, or should I do some more texty type posts like advice posts as I would like to do them in the future (also if you think I should do like advice type posts, then let me know what topics I should do them on).

I’m just kinda bored of posting the same types of posts, which shouldn’t be how it is, so I want people to have an input on what they would like to see to help me make a decision! xx

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Wait, more new pictures? Tighty-whities? Can you describe them to me? I really don't wanna see them. Are they more embarrassing than her ass crack pic? I can't begin to imagine how ugly a sight PM is his white undies must be. Those boat pics were enough for me. WTF does GA see in him? And WTF is with these posts about GA's tits and areolas? You get weird as people in here.

Hahahaha. You’re telling me, anon.

Well let me describe these tighty whities to ya. They are white-ish, tight-ish and made me want to vom my chicken wrap all over myself.

OVERTHINKING

Omg i have played mistyc messenger resently, and i have never, NEVER have play a game like this before, when i finally finished my first route i saw i could do more routes than this and HOLLY SHIT DIOS LO SABE i felt so BAD. (I saved the rout but i didnt feel bad for that)

If you think about you are villian on the game, you arrive and your mission is make someone fall in love with you, using your power to control the time to talk with people, playing with their feelings just to win their heart, get some attention, find new secrets, more conversations, get new pictures…you are just using all for your own good

OMG please stop me, i am overthinking this GAME i dont usually do this, i usually laugh about stuff, not have feels about them, jesus….

Please someone stop me!!! @ember-sixtus-vincent IDONTLIKEOVERREACTTHINGS!!!
I will probably make a fun comic about this game ….when i stop being so dramatic…

Peace♡