A/N: I got this idea and I just couldn’t do anything until I finished it, so I hope you like it.
Summery: You’re Joker’s daughter, you get kidnapped and tortured. But he saves you. yeah that’s all i can say.
Joker: I’ll protect you
Being the Joker’s daughter wasn’t easy. You were always on
the run, afraid someone will find out about who you were. Always worried about
your dad’s enemies. You loved your dad, but sometimes his life style got too
much for you.
So when you finally turned 18 you decided to leave his
lifestyle, you got an apartment a new job and even took a few classes in
collage. You were so happy about how it all turned out to be. You even happier
when you met Mark(random name), you met on campus. You became close in no time
and started dating not long after you met. You still saw your dad but not so
often and as time passed you saw him less and less.
“Mark where are we going?” You asked your boyfriend of a
year, and giggled as he led you to somewhere blind-folded.
“Don’t worry (y/n)
we’re almost there.” He said kindly and you heard a door open then close and
suddenly you felt a chair at the back of your knees. “Sit.”
You sat and were eager to take the blindfold off.
“(y/n), I’m so sorry.” Your smile fell and you took the
blindfold off, to see you were in a warehouse. Mark and some other men stood in
front of you. You stood up alert.
“What the hell is going on?” You asked feeling hurt, betrayed
“You see, I know who you are, who your father is.” A man who
looked like an old version on Mark said. “And unfortunately for you I want
revenge. My son Mark has been lying to you since the day you met. All to get
you to trust him, love him even then get you here to threaten your father, and
You looked at Mark betrayal in your eyes. You quickly looked
around trying to find a way out of here. You quickly calculated a way to get
out, and you turned and ran, just to be blocked by two big men, they brought
you back to the chair and they tied your hands and legs to the chair.
“Now, that we got all this cover, shall we begin.” Marks’s
father said and you looked at Mark hoping that he’ll help you, but he couldn’t even
look at you. “Get the camera!”
They got a camera and a tripod they set it in front of you,
and started filming.
“Now doll, why don’t you tell us who you are.” Mark’s dad Jon(Random
name) said, you just glared at him as he stood behind the camera.
“Go to hell.” You spit and he smirked, and nodded to a
masked man. The man punched you, your face whipped to the left and you spit
“Now tell us who you are.” This time you didn’t answer, and
just glared. The man punched you, again and again and again. Your face was covered
with blood, and it was bruised and had cuts all over it.
“You know what, I’ll just tell everyone who you are.” He
said bored of your stubbornness. “This is (y/n) she the daughter of the famous
Joker, now (y/n) tell your daddy to come and save you.”
“Don’t come, I’ll be okay.” You weakly told the camera, even
though you knew it was coming the punch really shocked you.
“Looks like we’re going to go to other methods.” Jon said
and the masked man got out a knife.
“What are you doing?” You asked getting scared. You didn’t want
to die. The masked man said nothing, he just pushed the knife through you hand,
and it touched the wood of the chair you were sitting on. You let a haunting
scream. Your tried to free your other arm, but couldn’t. Tears streamed down
your face freely, you truly started to give up.
“That’s good, scream!” Jon said and you cried. They turned
the camera off and took it away, you were guessing they were going to air it on
some TV channel.
They left you with two guards, with the knife still your
hand. Half an hour later they came back. Mark left not long after you were
brought here, and hasn’t showed up since.
“I’m guessing it’s not too long now.” Jon said and he looked
at you with glee in his eyes. “Now why don’t you scream for us?”
You shook your head and effused to open your mouth.
“Fine then.” Jon said and his time he was the one who acted.
He ripped the knife out of your hand, and slammed it into the other one. You scream
was so loud that Jon and a few other winced as it hurt their ears. Your sobs were
loud, your head down. You were shaking so bad.
You heard gunfire, and you knew your dad was here.
“They’re here, get ready everyone.” Jon said and every
single man here took out their guns. You couldn’t even raise your head to see
what was happening, you just heard shouting and yelling. Suddenly the robes
that held you down were cut, and you were pulled by your hair up, so you were
standing. You almost fell if it wasn’t for the hand around you, something cool
was pressed to your forehead.
You opened your eyes, and saw your dad. You lips started to tremble
and you let out a sob and tears came out. Joker was fuming, seeing you like this
broke his heart. You were his little girl.
“Now, now let her go.” J said calmly.
“So you could kill me, no way.” Jon said and held you
tighter to his body, using you as a human shield. “Now, let us go and I won’t
“GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!” J was pissed he couldn’t help
it. There was a gun shot and the hold around you disappeared. You let out a
breath in relief. You turned around to see who shot Jon to see Mark. “(y/n).” J
called for you and you turned to find him behind you.
You fell into his arms, he was fully supporting you.
“Dad.” You cried as he held you. Your hands ached and you
were in so much pain.
“Come on doll, it’s time for you to come home.” He said and
wrapped a hand around your waist. You struggled to walk, so Joker carried you
bridal style to the car. When you got to the house, there was a doctor waiting
for you. Your hands were stitched, and you took painkillers.
You were laying on
the bed in your old room, J walked in and sat next to your torso sideway facing
you. You could tell that he was feeling guilty for what happened today. You weakly
put your hand on his.
“Dad?” You said for him to look at you. “Please look at me.”
He did he took in every inch of your face that was bruised. You
couldn’t open your right eye. Tears gathered in his eyes, and your heart broke.
The great Joker was crying because of what happened to you, your father was
crying silently in front of you.
“Dad, please don’t cry.” You said barley holding it together
“I’m so sorry baby girl, I never wanted anything to happen
to you.” He said.
“Daddy, it’s not your fault.” You let tears fall. “I love
you, and I don’t care what you do. You’re my dad, my back bone, my rock. You’re
my daddy, I love you so much.”
J gently took you in his arms. He kissed your forehead and
ran his hands through your hair.
“I love you too doll, and I’ll never let anyone touch you
ever again. I promise you.” J whispered to you.
You fell asleep with your head in his lap and his hands
playing with your hair. It was the most you felt safe for in a while, you knew
that no one could touch you as long as J was there to protect you.
I’m starting to think all energy / attention should be diverted to the left. I think we have been too focused on the immigrants and the western governments that organise their arrival and lifestyle. The immigrants would not come if it where not for the government who assist them. and the government would not do this if the left and the so called Conservatives and just about anyone who isn’t a nationalist didn’t put into power these evil regimes. This is the true enemy the hundred’s of millions of white people, our own family members our neighbours and co workers. These are the haters, the killers of all things beautiful its them we should campaign against its them that we should accuse and shun.
It’s about root cause and it’s the average votter that is the real problem.
Something that also needs to be addressed is the graduates the collage and university educated class. since the beginning of education itself people with a Highest education have enjoyed the lofty status that comes with the cap and gown. for years now this has only meant that they have passed through with “honors” the most intense anti white brainwashing institutions known to history. We as nationalists need to attach / create a stigma to anyone who has gained collage or university education. and it should be up to the individual graduate to defend their academic record to the rest of us. Because at best they are all mentally compromised. and detrimental to our survival.
We had to make 20 minute warm up collages in my class and I didn’t know we would have to present them to the class so I passed this fuck shit off as a “social commentary on the disruptive interference of human beings on natural ecology”….