Since I think the Charles is CeCe reveal is fake, I’m going to watch the show from the beginning and see what questions I have. (Any “answers” given in Game Over, Charles are irrelevant to me because I think they’re fake). All answers given in the show will be bolded with the episode it was answered in, in parenthesis. Just a warning this is going to be long hence the show has over 100 episodes. Also, I have a lot of -A related questions that have never been confirmed. Even during Mona’s reign as -A, some things just don’t add up. I know Marlene says that everything from season 1 and until the end of season 2 is Mona and season 3 starts a new -A, but like I said, some things don’t add up.
Pilot (1x01) Spencer heard someone scream ‘that night’, who was it? Why did the Montgomery’s leave Rosewood for a year? To get away from Rosewood after Alison went missing. (2x19) Did Ezra follow/know Aria was going to be at the Hollis Bar & Grill or was he there coincidentally? Why did Hanna roll her eyes when she waved to Aria in class? Who was the blonde in Maya’s (Alison’s) room? How did Hanna start off in the crowd looking at the chaos of Alison’s house when a body was found then ended up behind Spencer and Aria (behind the crowd)? What’s the “Jenna Thing”? Alison lit a firecracker in the Cavanaugh’s garage while Jenna and her step brother, Toby, were in it. The firecracker ended up blinding Jenna. Alison told the girls to keep it a secret and they let Toby take the blame for it. (1x02)
You can slow things down. Take a walk without your phone, go swimming, wade, climb a tree, balance a glass of water on your head, collect wood, carry water, read a book, hold a rock and feel it’s shape, breathe, listen to the wind, watch the moon, feel an itch on your body and let it just be itchy, fold your clothes, breathe some more. How do you slow things down? This is all a reminder for myself.
Can you do pretty pretty please RFA and MC the floor is lava game? Like, MC would out of nowhere be saying the floor is lava and the guys would have to find something to jump on so the lava wont get them
Hell yeah I can
Edit: V and Saeran added
“The Floor is Lava, RFA!”
This game reminded him so much of his childhood and he was ecstatic when you brought it up
The poor boy is a disaster.
He is falling in fountains, out of trees, knocking over stands, it’s… bad.
But the smile on his face when he plays is worth it and you guys are having way too much fun to ever quit anyways
He is usually the one who is frantically running around since you get more of a reaction.
Yoosungs is always shocked and completely off guard.
He doesn’t give his athletic skill enough credit. He is fast
Which could also explain why he is always crashing and falling
One day you were walking with him in the halls of his college.
You just stopped by to pick him up and maybe get lunch after. Innocent, right?
“Yoosung, the floor is-”
“Wait- Hold on-”
Yoosung panicked since there was like no where to go since the halls were all empty and clean
So he leaped and grabbed a hold of the exit sign and it broke
You guys don’t talk about it.
“Hyun the floor is lava.”
“You are so cute. It’s just warm because the sun is finally out!”
Zen has seen a couple of videos about it on social media but he didn’t really think too much of it. He thought the trend was dead.
But after telling him a couple of times, he finally realizes that you actually want to play and he is excited.
Out of everyone in the RFA, he is ranked 2nd on the extra scale
He wants to show off to you and impress you with how fast he gets onto things.
Constantly wanting to beat his previous time
So he kinda forgets the innocence and fun of the game but at least doesn’t go anywhere illegal
Zen likes making you jump around instead since you find the most creative spots
He sometimes panics because he doesn’t want you to accidentally get hurt so he avoids playing it in busy public places if possible
You got stuck on top of his fridge once and he couldn’t help you because he was too busy laughing
It’s payback for the time you laughed when his hair got caught on some tree branches. It was so tangled he thought he would have to cut it off.
Luckily that wasn’t the case
Have you seen a grown woman in a pencil skirt and 6in heels climb a tree to impress her sweetheart? Now you have.
You would think she would be all flustered and embarrassed but no.
She is so competitive and badass no one wants to stop her
After working for Jumin, she has gone through many stressful / humiliating moments and learned to just be professional and confident in anything
The only rule is you can’t play at the coffee shop. Other than that it’s free game.
Jaehee just gets such a thrill trying to find something to climb something under 5 seconds.
She feels like a child and she loves it.
If she has to climb to the top of that playground with 2 seconds remaining she will.
When you guys go to shopping to restock or decorate the coffee shop, that’s when it gets rough.
She doesn’t aim to get kicked out, but if she so happens to climb on the aisle, it gets a little risky.
You guys have only been escorted out in one store because you accidentally knocked everything off it’s shelf.
Jaehee still giggles about it to this day.
Oh dear God.
Everyone knows that Jumin would do literally anything for you and if swallowing his pride to play this jungle gym game every time you leave the house then so be it.
“Jumin! The floor is lava~!”
Straight face, red cheeks, he is pushing people, and boy he is on top of that table in 5 seconds flat.
He holds enough power and confidence where people do not question him. That doesn’t stop all the pictures taking though.
Jumin mostly likes it when you are the one that’s forced to run around. You look so cute with your shocked face and panicked moving.
This game is so fun for him. Jumin loves it because he is connecting to that inner child that never got to play ridiculous games.
Once he’s got the hang of it though, he is kinda brutal.
One time you two went to a classic party at the workplace and it was all going well until your phone alerted you with a text.
“I would get off the tile if I were you. It’s made out of lava.”
He had such a big smirk on his face when you started running towards one of the tables full of wine and champagne.
Sure, it was a big commotion and shocked a lot of people seeing you knock over all the drinks as you stood on the table but Jumin was silently giddy.
Saeyoung Choi ( 707 )
“The floor is Lava game? This isn’t a fucking a game.” - From the man that can’t get down from a flagpole
Seven doesn’t play around. He goes all out and over the top.
You are pretty sure some of the things he does is bending the laws a little… but all is fair when the ground is lava,
Playing with Seven is fun for the first couple of times but then it gets a little too intense.
He counts in a different language each time so you don’t truly know how long you have to find higher ground.
You bet your ass he uses the skills from the agency.
“This was the true purpose of all those wall climbs, ___!”
Seven’s sadist side shows during these times. You could be in the most inappropriate times and he would just lean down and whisper in your ear
“The floor is lava, _____~.”
Every time you guys play he is recording you. For the internet? Just the RFA? Blackmail? Who knows.
He won’t let you live out the time when you guys were stuck in an elevator with Jumin and he gave you only five seconds to think of a way to get off the ground.
You climbed onto Jumin.
Save Jumin pt. 2
What the fuck are you doing???
Why are you and Saeyoung climbing onto everything??
He doesn’t get it and he doesn’t want to play. He is too embarrassed.
One time Saeran went along with it when you announced the floor is lava and he thought it would be creative if he climbed the fence
His foot got caught on one of the holes and he fell right back down onto the sidewalk
He w i l l ne v er p l a y ag a in
Saeran likes to watch vines and videos of people doing it though.
Then they could look like an idiot and he could laugh at them instead of the other way around.
You look too cute when you do it though and he will tell you the floor is lava util the game becomes dead to you
No joke, he might be more brutal than everyone in the RFA
When you just wake up with a bowl is cereal?
Right after sex?
“..The floor is ..”
At a friend’s wedding?
Right before checkout?
At a funeral?
Jihyun Kim ( V )
He tries he really really does
Because he loves you so and you are having so much fun doing it with your friends
But V is like that dad that is trying too hard to fit in with his teenager, y’know?
He can’t go over the top or else he would accidentally hurt himself but he is all laughing and having fun so you don’t really wanna tell him to stop.
When V accidentally hits someone while running he will apologize and forget all about the game
“Haha ____! I made it right?” He says, standing on top of a low bench
V gets worried if you go somewhere too high and he would suggest taking it down a few notches
“I was just on a tree branch, V-”
You guys definitely do not play to the point where you would get kicked out of places or get in trouble.
It’s more sweet and innocent compared to how others play
I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.
Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.
But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.
Stiles drags himself up to his room, feet heavy on the
stairs. He’d thought, now that summer was starting, he’d have a better chance.
With all this free time, surely someone would let him take them on one date. But he’d been turned down time
and time again.
So he’s back at his dad’s place, and it seems even less
likely that he’ll find someone, now that he’s away from campus.
Dryad’s are tree nympths, they are basically bound to the tree and I just- So much can be done with this hellllpppp.
- Tree nympths having specific characteristics of the tree they guard/posess. For example they may have ivy growing out of them and the leaves of the tree in their hair.
-Tree nympths who gaurd the wildlife in the trees, for example squirrels in oak trees.
-Dryad’s who posess bonsai trees being tiny.
-Tree nympths who posess fir trees being hardy and able to resist very low temperatures.
-Nympths that posess deciduous trees (trees that lose their leaves during the winter and autumn) looking like normal people but looking very tired and less full of life.
-Campaigning to protect trees in the city, or atleast move them from the city to somewhere new.
-Tree nympths who use photosynthesis? Sunbathing tree nympths sleeping just next to their tree.
- Tree nympths decorated with Amber.
-Tree nympths who are able to posess a new tree so long as it is the offspring of the previous which is still alive.
-A monkey puzzle tree nympth visiting a jewellers shop who takes jet from a nearby mine, and finding jet from the leftovers of one of their old trees. (Jet is fossilised monkey puzzle).
-Agressive tree nympths who come from hawthorn or monkey puzzle.
-Nympths that live in your garden.
-That nympth witnessed your shameless house party.
-Modern nympths that decorate their tree on special occassions. Person A not liking the apple tree covered in decorative lights and demanding the dryad takes them down.
-Stop climbing mi tree.
-Naga that shares a tree and sleeps in the branches and helps protect the ree and in return can sunbathe on that one branch that sticks out.
-Bees honey being a part of the food source for the nympth.
-Throwing acorns at that centaur/person you don’t like.
-Nympth territory fights. “Scccuuusseee mmmeee III was going to plant mmyyy beech tree here!”
-Nympths with strong wills having pheonix trees (trees that will always regrow when you cut them down and poison them).
-A tree nympths mental state affecting their trees health.
-A tree getting an infection and a nympth bursting into the garden center like: I NEED YOUR FINEST PESTICIDE.
-I’m pretty sure it’s apple trees that do this but apple tree nympth finding out their tree will be the only one not being cut down and quickly collecting samples of other trees and adding them to the apple tree (as apple trees can merge and support other trees theresoneinNewyorkwhichisfabulous) so their nympth friends can stay alive.
- Nympths that merge like above getting all kinds of flower and leaves on them.
-Willow tree nympths having the flowing dangly branches for hair.
The first thing Snow did when we ran into each other by the lake was accuse me of following him. Which is moronic; my family owns this house and we’ve been coming here for years.
Usually I’d stay inside the house or by the lake reading and every summer I’d try to forget all about him. But now that he’s here I can’t stop thinking about anything else. It’s always him in my head, filling it with dreams and regret.
I figured that since he’s here I might as well make the most of it. I just want to be able to look at his stupid face during summer and I know that if I start to wander away he’ll follow me like he does at Watford. It will almost feel like we’re back in school and that nothing has changed.
The first few days he kept his distance, but he gave up soon after that. He started to follow me closer, asking stupid questions as we walked around; claiming that there’s nothing else to do here. So bloody predictable.
I don’t understand how we managed to spend the holidays in the same place. Baz keeps telling me that if anyone is plotting then it must be me because I’m the one that followed him here. I think he just likes to piss me off.
I tried to stay away from him, but I couldn’t. I was too curious to see what he does outside of Watford, so I stay hidden between the trees and watch him with his family in the morning.
After lunch Baz usually wanders around the lake or into the woods. In the first days that I started following him I tried to keep my distance so that he wouldn’t notice me. But he always did. So I gave up and started to follow him closer. I started to try and talk to him, first about random things; then about this place, and after that, about his family. Baz must be really bored too because after the first week his replies became more like he actually wanted to talk to me and he started to ask me some questions too.
Yesterday he told me to meet him sooner because he wanted to show me a place farther into the woods. So right after his family goes inside for lunch, I meet him and I notice that he’s carrying a backpack.
“What’s that for?” I ask him, pointing at it.
“Food,” he says –like it’s obvious and I’m a moron for asking,”what do you think I’d be carrying into the woods?” he adds, as he starts to walk.
Oh. Maybe I should have brought food too. And water. I didn’t really think that I should have come prepared to spend the whole afternoon in the woods.
When he notices that I’m not moving he stops and turns around. He must have realized what I was thinking because he adds, “don’t worry Snow. I packed enough for both of us.” And with that, he starts walking again.
I can’t help but grin. I like this side of Baz that isn’t a complete asshole.
It turns out what Baz wanted to show me was a small waterfall far into the woods, and it’s quite beautiful. The water falls into a some sort of natural pool that I’d love to step into.
Baz sits down under the shade of a tree and starts taking the food from his backpack, carefully putting everything on a beach towel that he also had in there. I realize that I’m starving when I look at the food. There’s sandwiches, fruit, and juices; everything looks amazing.
I sit down next to him and reach for a sandwich. Then something occurs to me and I stop. He wouldn’t go all the way out here just to poison me, would he?
When I notice him with his eyebrow raised at me, I decide to ignore all the doubts in my head. “Can I… Uhm … have one?” I ask.
“Of course” he replies, as he grabs one for himself.
I notice that he’s eating with his hand in front of his mouth but I’m not sure why. Does he always eat like this? It’s not like we eat at the same table in school for me to notice it but I decide not to comment anyway, he’s being nice for a change and I don’t want to ruin it.
When we finish the sandwiches it occurs to me that I’m having a picnic with Baz. I’ve never had a picnic outside of Watford before; especially not with Baz. I look at him and he’s a bit flushed–probably from the heat. He has his hair in a messy ponytail and some of the hair in front of his face has got loose. For some reason, looking at Baz makes me blush so I stop.
I decide to look at the water instead. It’s quite relaxing just sitting here enjoying the view. I feel like I could take a nap, but apparently Baz has other plans because he starts to take his shoes off.
“Come on Snow. You didn’t think I dragged you here just for the view, did you?” he tells me as he steps into the water and sits down on one of the big rocks so that he can put his feet in the water.
I decide to follow him, so I take my shoes and t-shirt off. As I step into the water, I pass him and keep walking until the water is by my waist. Then I let myself fall into the water. It feels so good; the cold water against my skin. I stay underwater for a few seconds before I feel the need to get up to breathe.
After I run my hands through my hair and face to get rid of the water I feel Baz looking at me, so I look up and tell him, “Are you going come here or do I need to make you?”
Then Baz get’s up, smirks at me, and takes his shirt off. He starts walking in my direction, not taking his eyes of me. I’ve never seen him shirtless before. I can’t seem to be able to look at anything else but him. Baz is… He’s gorgeous. And I knew it already, but somehow seeing him in here like this feels different. Like I’m really noticing him for the first time.
Then he passes me and starts swimming in the direction of where the water is falling. Once he reaches that zone, he climbs a few rocks and gets up right near the waterfall. Then he puts himself under the streams of falling water, closes his eyes and lets the water hit him. There’s a small smile on his face and he looks so relaxed. It’s one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.
Snow changed after I took him to the waterfall. He became more relaxed around me. So I started to take him to every interesting little thing around here before I need to leave. Today I wanted to show him the biggest tree here, it’s so tall and thick it must be one of the oldest trees I’ve ever seen.
I was so distracted thinking about him that I didn’t realize I couldn’t hear Snow’s loud steps behind me, so I stopped.
For a few seconds there was no sound. Then I hear a loud noise coming from not too far away, so I start to run into that direction. I stop when I see the entrance to the cave that I passed a few moments before. Of course he had to go in.
That’s when I hear him cursing. He sounds like he’s in in pain, so I start to run inside.
As I feel myself falling I realize how stupid I was. In my rush to get to Snow I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings and fell in the same place that he did. Right on top of him.
Nothing is ever easy with him, but this time he really crossed the line. If The Joker doesn’t care about anything at all, what is the point of you two being together? Unless…maybe he gives a damn about at least one thing.
You always drive back to Gotham on
lonely, deserted roads, trying to avoid traffic as much as possible.
“J, we’re close to our cabin, we
should stop and spend the night; just me and you, yes?” you smile, attempting to
be cheerful and lightening up the mood.
“I don’t feel like it!” he bitterly
replies, keeping his eyes on the road.
“We’re almost at the turn we have to
take to get there. Come on… please?”
“NO! I told you I don’t feel like
it!” he snarls, clenching his fingers on the steering wheel. You place your
hand on his thigh, caressing it with your thumb:
“Baby, it’s not my fault the meeting
didn’t go well.”
He pushes your hand away, still
fuming. You look outside the window and take a deep breath, watching the sun
going down behind the trees.
“J, come on, don’t be like this…You
know I love you,” you tilt your head towards him, hoping he will change his
“Right!!” he scoffs with a sour
expression on his face.
“What is that supposed to mean?” you
ask, getting restless.
“It means whatever you want it to
mean!” the Joker snaps, quickly glancing your way.“You don’t love me, nobody
does!” he hisses, being in such a foul mood he can barely concentrate on
“Yeah…I wonder why…” you mutter but
he heard you and it makes him even more enraged. You start massaging your
temples; you really don’t need this after all the stuff that happened lately.
“J…why did we get married?” you ask,
closing your eyes, thinking how much you wish your lives were different.
“Because we’re idiots, Y/N, that’s
why!” he angrily raises his voice, accelerating. “Thank God you had the miscarriage three months ago because the kid
would have probably had your attitude. I don’t think I could handle two of
He hears you sniffle and your voice
breaks down when you address him:
“Why…why do you say such cruel
things?” and you start sobbing, deeply hurt by his words. “Stop the car…” you
manage to speak through tears. “Stop the car!!!!” you suddenly hit the window
with your first and he slams the breaks, unnerved.
You get out fast, taking your wedding
ring off and tossing it in his lap:
“Here, consider yourself divorced!” you
slam the door, frantically wiping your tears. He just grunts, annoyed and
screams back at you:
“Fine! I don’t need you anyway!”
“I don’t need you either!” you yell,
whimpering, feeling so miserable you can’t wait for him to go away.
“I hope you die in these woods!” The
Joker growls, taking off in a frenzy, aggravated.
“I won’t give you the satisfaction!”
you shout, crossing your arms on your tummy, watching him disappear in the
distance. You turn around and start walking back towards the hidden unpaved,
unmarked road that leads to your cabin. It should be about 10-15 minutes away
by foot. You recently passed the spot by car so it shouldn’t be too far. Add
about 2 more hours of walking until you reach the destination and you should be
there before it gets really dark.
You walk rather slow, deep in
thought; being outdoors does make you feel a little bit better. It takes you
more than 2 hours, but you are finally at the hideout. You go inside and turn
the lights on, looking through your supplies to see what you could munch on.
You decide to make a tea and wrap yourself in a blanket, then head out
to the porch so you can enjoy the silence you crave so badly.
You have your little backpack with
you and search inside until you find the ultrasound picture you kept from when
it was confirmed you were pregnant. Your eyes get teary again and you kiss the
small image, talking to yourself:
“He only wishes you would have been like me…” you sadly smile and your grieving
is interrupted by the sound of tires approaching.
Oh, no, what is he doing here? you panic, covering your head with the hoodie in a failed effort
to calm down.
He gets out of the car and slams the
door as hard as he can, staring you down.
“W-what are you doing here?” you
inquire, shriveling down under your fluffy cover. J walks the stairs up to the
porch, barking your way:
“I wanted to see if you died on your
way here this way I can bury you. It would have given me great pleasure.”
“I’m not sorry to disappoint,” you sneer, still holding the little
picture to your chest.
“What’s that?” The Joker points
towards it, even if he already has an idea.
“Nothing you care about…”, you chew
on your words, making an extra effort to keep your composure as you return your
treasure to the backpack.
He takes a seat on the bench that’s
the furthest from you, legs up on the railing, trying to light up a cigarette when
you unexpectedly rush to yank it out of his hand and toss it to the ground,
stepping on it:
“You quit two years ago!”
“Give it a rest before you make me
mad!” J growls, taking out the full pack of cigarettes but you snatch it from
him, breaking and tearing it to pieces, frustrated about everything and taking
it on his nasty habit.
He takes a deep breath, trying not to
lose his temper and warns you:
“Stop your shit, Y/N, you’re pissing
You don’t even care and continue:
“Go back to Gotham, I want to be
alone! I don’t want you here, go away!” you shriek through your clenched teeth,
heading back inside, trying not to cry.
“I don’t care about what you want;
this is my hideout too!” you hear him grumble and don’t care for the rest since you
step inside the bathroom, closing the door. You are so ready for a shower and a
bit of sleep to calm down the tension you feel in every muscle of your body.
15 minutes into it and J parts the
curtain to the side, making you jump since you didn’t hear him sneak in.
“Make room, I want to take a shower
too,” he commands, getting inside.
“Go take a shower in the other
bathroom!” you plead, irritated he’s so inconsiderate.
“I like this one better!” he kind of
shoves you to the side, getting under the warm water.
“Fine, you can have it!” you give up,
grabbing your towel and step outside when he tries to snatch you.
“Where are you going? I wanna wash
your hair!” he angrily yells after you, unhappy you’re defiant…again.
“I already washed it myself!” you
slam the door and J continues his tirade, tossing shampoo and body wash bottles
around the bathtub in his tantrum.
I just need some peace and quiet, why can’t I have that? you think while resting your back against
the door for a few seconds, sensing your anxiety is going to reach new
The Joker took his time in there but
now he’s finally done. He searches for you inside the cabin but you are not
there. He peeks out of the window and notices you are dozing off on the couch to
the left side of the porch, covered in blankets. Perfect time to rant some more, you are definitely going to hear about
how much you annoyed him today!
But when he sees you are in a deep
sleep, something stops him. The corner of the ultrasound picture sticks out a
bit from under your pillow and he slowly pulls it out, glaring at it for a few
good minutes before putting it back with a remorseful sigh. He takes a deep
breath and grabs more blankets from the pile on the table and covers you
with them, keeping just one for himself. J also brings the gun from the car and seats
on the chair next to yours, awake all night because he believes a wild animal
might creep up on you.
When the first rays of sunshine
pierce through the thick fog, he finally loses the battle and closes his eyes,
exhausted. He wakes up three hours later, wrapped in a dozen blankets, not feeling
the cold he braved last night anymore; it gets so chilly in these woods after
He finds breakfast and hot coffee
inside but you are gone again. Probably
hiking at your favorite spot, J assumes, munching on a few goodies from his
plate. You’ve been away for a while and he decides to search for you, he
doesn’t even know why. You aren’t too far, just about a mile away behind the
cabin, legs crossed in the grass, reading a magazine under your umbrella and
enjoying the warm temperature. You hear him approach and you don’t lift your
eyes up. He doesn’t say a word and just imitates your position a few steps away
“What are you doing?” you coldly
question him, not thrilled of his presence.
“Nothing,” The Joker barely bothers
You exhale, turning the page and fighting
not to pay attention to his nonsense:
“You can’t stay in the sun, you know
you burn easily,” you grunt, indirectly inviting him to get lost.
“So? Why do you care? Mind your own
business!” and he lets himself go on his back, enjoying the hot sun.
“You’ll burn badly, go in the
shadow,” J distinguishes your low voice urging him to move.
He ignores your warning and after a
few more moments he opens his eyes to see your umbrella by his head, shielding
half of his body from the sun and you walking away.
She’s so obnoxious, I really hate her, is the
last thought he has before closing his eyes again and falling asleep shortly
after since he’s so tired.
You are nowhere to be found. The
Joker searched the cabin and around it but you vanished.
Good, maybe she fell from a cliff and my problems are done, he maliciously grins, relieved and
hoping for his wish to come true, but after a few seconds the evil smile
freezes on his lips as he notices your backpack is gone. And the small post-it
on the fridge he didn’t see before makes him cringe:
“I’m going back to Gotham.”
Crazy woman, walking alone in the woods, J growls, taking the car keys out of his pocket and heading
You discern the sound of the engine
getting closer and closer and quicken your pace, not understanding why you
can’t have a moment to yourself when you are very entitled to it. He passes you
by and turns the car sideways, slamming on the breaks, gets out of the car and
awaits your arrival, his blue eyes so dark it would make you hesitate on your
Yet you avoid looking at him and
attempt to go around when he rolls his eyes, fed up with your behavior and
stomps towards you, lifting you up and slamming you on the hood, making you
seat there against your will while you struggle to get down. J is blocking your
way, not budging when you struggle to escape.
“Where are you going, hm? Are you
really trying to get on my nerves?” he pins your hands behind your back,
watching tears of frustrations forming in your eyes but you are too strong to
let him win and swallow your vexation, finally looking at him.
“I’m walking back to Gotham,” you
mutter, defying his blue gaze.
“It’s a long walk, Doll,” he pushes
you up on the hood even more, making sure you can’t move.
“Why do you care? You don’t care about anything, not
even…about…” and you can’t control
yourself anymore and start sobbing, thinking about the mean things he said to
you yesterday that hurt you so much. J knows exactly what you are referring to
and sucks on his cheeks, gulping, finally speaking up on the subject:
“I did care about that…”
You shake your head in denial,
whimpering, dismissing his words so he repeats:
“I did care about that.”
“N-no you d-didn’t,” you cry harder
and The Joker sets your hands free, backing out just a bit so you can slide
down towards him.
“I did, I cared about that,” he insists, rolling up the sleeve on his left arm to
point out the huge “ELLIS” tattoo on his forearm. “Why do you think I got the
name on my skin and didn’t remove it? I will always keep it, do you hear me? I did care…” his voice breaks a bit and
wipes your tears, lifting your chin up, forcing you to look at him again.
Ellis is the name you two picked for the baby when you found out you were
pregnant, fit for a boy or a girl. You were so excited and over the moon you
didn’t have patience to wait any longer. But it wasn’t meant to be…
Since you can’t stop crying and he
grows impatient, J yanks you in his arms, hugging you while you want to push
“I did care…” he continues to whisper
in your ear over and over again until he feels your body relaxing and your arms
go around his waist, hugging him back really tight. Since you still won’t stop
crying, he caresses your hair, tightening his grip on you too. He senses tears
menacing to roll down his cheeks but he brushes the awkward feeling away,
because it’s not like him to show any weakness. Instead, he chooses to be The
Joker and he has to admit to himself it really takes a lot of effort this time
“…Say, Princess, are we still
“U-hum,” you manage to squeal,
sobbing on his chest.
“That’s too bad, I was hoping to get
some tonight,” and he kind of sadly smiles when you pinch his side.” Since I’m
here and you’re here, can we at least have an affair?”
“Stop your stupid jokes,” you scold
him, sniffling. He kisses your temple and helps you down, regaining his
posture, but still holds your hand.
He seems surprised when you push
yourself against his body and make him pay attention to what you have to say:
“You can lash out at me, but…” and
your voice shakes ”…you can’t say anything mean about our poor baby, do you
hear me?” There is so much pain and grief in your voice that he has no choice
but to nod yes.
“Don’t ever say anything mean about Ellis…
promise?” and you cup his face, waiting for the answer.
“I promise,” he agrees so fast he
“Good then, now you are allowed to
drive me back to Gotham,” you announce and take your backpack off,
going around the car to get in on the passenger’s side. “Did you lock the
“I did,” J reports and can’t help
bickering as he starts to drive away:
to drive you back, Pumpkin?! Like it’s what, a privilege??!!”
“Damn right it is!” you raise your
voice and look out the window, ignoring the outburst.
“Pffttt, lucky me…” he grumbles but
takes your hand and kisses it. You don’t object and scoot over towards him,
silently leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Hey, Kitten, are we still divorced?
Or do you want your ring back? I have it in my jacket.”
“I guess you’re allowed to give it
back to me when we get home,” you decide with an indifferent tone.
to give it back??! Like it’s what, a privilege??!” he mocks, taking the
turn towards the main road.
“Damn right it is!” you elbow him and
he frowns, aggravated:
“Pffttt, lucky me…”
“You are lucky!” you cut him off,
lifting your eyebrows with an attitude.
“Maybe just a little bit…” he admits and
it makes you smirk, clenching to his arm even more.
“That’s a lot of orange.”
“I’m not taking down the Christmas tree!”
“Well, tell her I said ‘suck it’.”
“But why are there so many ducks?!“
“What, are you part of the blue man group or something?”
“I don’t like your hair, it’s in the way.”
“She had to be different, didn’t she?!”
“You and your stupid name!”
“To infinity and the yard!”
“Open this door!”
“It’s a nice dress but you’re a loon.”
“Believe me, I have no idea why this is happening.”
“Are you hitting on me?”
“Would you like a cookie?”