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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)


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.


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 Arkham 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.

@Elysianno part 4 COMING SOON

This is - by far - the best Port Mafia featured official picture yet..
Damn Chuuya never disappoints me in trying to get more sexy with each new picture. Damn hot this pose and smirk.

Ah poor Akutagawa though. Maybe he has a phobia against water.

The Photoshoot

pic request by @doctorsolomon

Josh seemed to be pretty good at making an ass of himself. But Garret had still gotten him opportunity to pose for a photoshoot. Josh had been trying to get into the magazines for a while but didn’t realize that personality is just as important to getting a job as talent. But almost instantly upon arrival he found a way to fuck it up.

“You better not flirt with me,” he said as the cameraman introduced himself.

His friend looked mortified. “Josh…” Garret clapped his hand to his head. “Sorry. Sorry. He doesn’t mean it. Right?”

Josh shrugged his shoulders and started looking around the studio apartment. He didn’t seem to have a professional bone in his body but the cameraman played it off. “Don’t worry about it. Probably just nerves.”

“You must be a saint,” Garret said under his breath.

“Actually, more of a sinner,” he laughed. “But let’s get started. Josh you go get changed real quick. The clothes are in the other room.”

Josh did as he was told and walked into the other room. He looked around for a camera making sure the cameraman wasn’t doing anything he wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t about to let something take private photos of him changing. However the only clothes in the room were a black sleeveless shirt and gray compression shorts. Both pieces we just a little bit too big. He threw the shirt on and pulled the shorts up. As long as he got paid it didn’t really matter.

“That was fast,” Garret said in surprise.

“It was the only thing in there,” Josh replied holding the shorts up. “But don’t you think they’re too big?” Garret looked up and down his friend. The clothes were definitely too big. Sure his friend had a muscular body but it was more lithe than bulky. And those shorts were not made for someone with that skinny of legs.

“Don’t worry about it,” the cameraman smiled. “We’ll fix it in post. That’s what all that photoshop and stuff is for. Ready to get started big guy?”

Josh let out a grunt. “Don’t call me big guy.”

Garret’s face blanched but the cameraman didn’t seem to mind. He just grinned at the comment, “Just part of the business.” Still Garret couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

The cameraman set himself up and flashed the camera. “Sorry bout that. Just making sure the lighting is okay. Alright so let’s start with something simple. How about just a flex. Yeah show me that arm,” the flash goes off again. “Yeah. You’re comfortable in front of a camera.” The flash goes off again. “It feels good when I take you’re pictures,” the flash goes off again.

Garret smiles as he sees his friend looked more confident. With each new picture he looked more comfortable. ‘Maybe he’ll be better at this than I thought.’ Josh’s more aggressive, tensed muscles, relaxed. Garret had found the guy online and read the reviews that he was good. But watching his friend actually be so outgoing with his body in such a short time really blew Garret away.

“That’s it big guy. You love working out. I can tell. Just look at those big muscles. Glad I went with the XL cause you look pumped. You love showing off that hot body. Don’t you,” The cameraman was right. His body did fill out that shirt really well. And those shorts didn’t seem to fit him as badly. Garret wondered why he thought they were too big. Thinking about it was just because Josh loves to wear clothes that’s a little too tight on him. His entire wardrobe was about a half size too small. “But I know what you love working out the most. That ass. Let me get a look at the thing.”

Josh turned around poking his butt out. It was huge. The two round globes stuck so much further out than any other part of his body. And that was saying something. His entire body bulged but his ass was still one of the first places Garret’s eyes went.

“That’s good. Yeah. Just a few more. I know you get horny when guys check out that ass of yours. You love showing it off though.” Garret paused wondering why the cameraman was getting so specific but then he looked directly at Garret. “You ready to join him?”

“Wha?!? I don’t… I thought this was just supposed to be his photoshoot. I didn’t think I’d be part of it,” Garret put his hands up defensively.

“C’mon Gare, it’s fun,” Josh was still on all fours looking back at him.

“Yeah. It’s fun,” the cameraman grinned. He leaned in closer and started to whisper. “Look I’ll just take a few photos with you next to your friend and if you want to stop just say so.”

“Alright,” he said a little uncomfortably. He walked over to the stage. Josh was so happy for him to be over there. He quickly wrapped his arm around his shoulder pulling him in.

The cameraman laughed, “Someone’s excited.” The camera flashed and Garret’s eyes went south to see the large bulge in Josh’s shorts. “Josh you seem to be such a natural but let’s ease your friend into this. We’ll start simple again just to help him get used to it.” Josh gave a thumbs up and pulled his friend in even closer. Garret choked slightly in his tight hold. “Good. Get nice and comfortable.” The flash went off. Garret felt a weird calm come over his body. “That’s it. Just relax. You’re practically a natural.” Another couple of flashes. Garret started to wonder why he was so nervous. The cameraman was obviously a professional. And they could delete the pictures whenever they wanted.

“Good. Good. Now Josh act like a big strong protector.” Josh instantly let go of Garret and pretended to be angry at the camera. He leaned forward flexing his large muscles. “Good. Protect your boyfriend.”

‘Boyfriend?’ but another flash made Garret forget about the thought. He kept watching that muscled ass in front of him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off it.

“Perfect. Now let’s get a little more intimate. Just kissing. Josh show Garret just how much you love him. Good.” Josh’s tongue went deep inside Garret’s mouth. He slowly pushed the smaller man into his arms holding him up. Garret felt his hard dick brush against his leg. Something about it seemed off but they were boyfriends. “But we both know who’s on top.” Another flash and Garret realized what the problem was. Josh grinned wildly as he lifted Garret back up. His thick hands slowly traced down his smaller boyfriend’s body. The strong bodybuilder was on his knees as his hands held onto his shorts. Josh looked up waiting for a nod.

“Perfect. Just what we needed.” The camera man moved a little getting a better angle.  “Jeez! Look at that thing. How does Josh even fit that in his mouth?! All the way in,” the cameraman added. And then Josh pushed his mouth further onto the hard cock in front of him.

“Training,” Garret gave the cameraman a devilish smile. “Lots of training.” Josh had already gotten to work on Garret; slowly working the other man up.

“I can see that,” the camera flashed again. “He loves that big cock inside him, doesn’t he?”

Garret laughed. “Sure does. He might act like a big tough guy when other people are around but once we’re alone he can’t get off me.” Josh was mindlessly sucking at the huge member in his mouth he didn’t even seem to care about the other man watching him. His other hand slowly started to drift to his own shorts; pawing at the own bulge.

The cameraman laughed as he flashed a few more photos. Josh didn’t seem to slow down at all. Garret’s face tried to stay in control as his hot boyfriend sucked his cock. “Just a few more. Okay. Now. Come.” A surge of energy flew through both the guys as he said it. Come shot from their dicks. It filled Josh’s mouth and shorts. “Drink up big guy,” the cameraman took one more photo. Josh gladly sucked down everything that Garret shot into him. “Good job guys,” the cameraman set his camera down. “Josh go ahead and get cleaned up.”

The big guy did as he was told. He went back to the dressing room and got his clothes back on. A strange fog seemed to be lifting from his mind as he put his clothes back on. Everything that just happened to be such a blur. As he pulled his pants up he realized just how tight they were. “Man… Gotta get new pants for this fat ass of mine…” He shook his head wondering how he thought they were so comfortable this morning.

As he walked back out he wrapped his arm around his friend Garret. Both of them looked at each other a little confused. Josh pulled his arm away and acted like it just didn’t happen. He pulled out his phone as the cameraman laughed. “If you ever want more photos just give me a call. I’m sure we can fit you in.”