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The worth of a man is in how he picks himself up after a fall... or *cough* after "capsizing” (Arashi ni Shiyagare 04.02.2017)

When Sho-kun does not appreciate being volunteered.

Sho (to Hatori-san): You’re just saying whatever you like to say aren’t you.

But still cutely gamely playing along.

Though when he “overturns” and manages to “resurface”, there are only good-looking onlookers nearby.

Upsy-daisy and here we go.  (notice the displaced position of the equipment)

And the adorable chipmunk just looks ADORABLE!!!

The proud proclamation of “What good waves there were today ne~”

└ Trust Sho-kun to look mecha mecha kakkoi while being bullied. (^_^)

Cr: Arashi ni Shiyagare 04.02.2017

Joker’s Property~Smutty September~

Prompt:  Can I get a Mr. J smut, pretty please? the reader has had enough of his behaviour, so she flirts with another man, and so J takes her right there in the club. rough pls😉

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Warning: Rough smut, sex in front of others(Ion know how to spell the word), possessiveness. 

Word Count:1.7k

TGGED: @geminioriginalsimagines @smileybear17 @khadija456fire  

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Kitten pt 18. Final.

You and Joker get in the shower together, he seems a little irritated but you brush it off. You wash your hair under the streaming hot water as Joker stares at you. Once you’re both clean you exit the shower first and grab a towel, wrapping it around yourself you grab Jokers towel and toss it to him. He hasn’t said a word to you since the incident downstairs. You can tell he’s mad and you don’t want to piss him off even more so you leave the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bed.

You run your fingers through your wet hair and get up, you walk to your closet and try to figure out what to wear. You grab a cute (F/C) knee length dress with a lace trim, black lace panties, a matching bra, (F/C) open toe stilettos, and a simple silver necklace with your birthstone in a heart. You start to get dressed as you ponder where the two of you are going, probably the club. You turn around and see Joker standing with his back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s wearing black dress pants with matching black shoes and a deep crimson button down shirt that’s halfway undone.

He watches you carefully, a lustful look in his eyes. “You know kitten, maybe we should skip dinner.” He laughs.

“No, I want to get out of the house. We’re going. Plus I haven’t been to the club in a while.” You adjust your dress and smooth it out.

“Oh, we’re not going to the club doll. I’ve made other plans.” He says, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“Oh? Okay.” You shrug it off, curious as to what he has planned. He stands in the doorway and gestures for you to come. You pass him and head down the stairs towards the front door.  He comes up beside you and places a hand on your waist as the two of you exit the mansion. He leads you to his purple chrome Lamborghini, he opens the door for you and bows dramatically; you chuckle a bit and get in the car. He closes the door and walks to the driver’s door and get in. The car roars to life and he peels out of the driveway, he turns the opposite direction of town and you tilt your head curiously.

He drives a ways outside of town and you begin to realize where he’s headed.

“oh no, please tell me you’re joking..” you laugh nervously.

“Oh kitten, I joke about a lot of things but this isn’t one of them,” he laughs and speeds up, nearing your destination.

He pulls into the Wayne manor driveway and parks his Lamborghini a little too close to Bruce’s Mercedes. You and Joker get out of the car, he walks over to your side and before you can open your mouth to protest Alfred opens the front door of the large home and beacons you two to come inside. Joker grabs your hand and pulls you inside. You sigh in defeat and greet Alfred with a warm hug.

“Hey Al, I’ve missed you. Have you been well?” you smile at the old butler you’ve loved as family since you were a child.

“Oh miss (y/n) I’ve been alright. I’m glad to see you, I trust you’ve been treated well?” he glares at Joker who returns the glare.

“Yes, he’s taking care of me. Where’s Dad?” you ask.

“Master Bruce is in his study and will be down shortly. I’ve informed him of your arrival. Please come to the dining hall.” He bows politely and you walk towards the dining room. Joker follows you and looks around at all of the artwork hanging from the walls.

You take your normal seat at the table next to Bruce’s seat. Joker sits at the other end of the table across from Bruce’s spot. Your father walks into the room and you stand, you run to him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Daddy I missed you!” you smile and hug him tightly. Joker rolls his eyes and lets out a low growl.

“So Batsy, nice place ya got here. What for dinner big man?” he laughs and Bruce cuts a sharp glare to the clown.

“You’ll just have to wait and find out.” He answers coldly. Bruce squeezes you tightly in a loving embrace before he releases you to sit down. You sit next to him and smile. Alfred strolls into the room pushing a cart with tonight’s dinner on it. He serves everyone and makes his way to the corner of the room.

You smile, looking down at the plate of spaghetti in front of you. Alfred and Bruce know it’s your favorite so of course they’d make it.

“So, Joker. I trust you’ve been taking good care of my daughter? Because if not I’m kicking your ass and dragging you to Arkham. “ Bruce threatens.

“Oh batsy boy don’t worry. I’ve been taking care of her in every way. And I mean Every Way.” He laughs. Bruce begins to stand but you grab his arm. You glare at Joker and try to kick his leg under the table but hit the table leg instead. You bite your lip to keep from yelping and Joker laughs hysterically.

“Joker please, we’re trying to have a nice dinner.” You say softly.

You all sit in silence for a few minutes, you nibble on your food and watch as Joker just pokes at his with a fork. You clear your throat, “Um daddy can you please pass the salt?” you ask. You mentally kick yourself for what you just said as both Bruce and Joker reach for the salt. Bruce’s eyes fill with rage and Joker has a sadistic smile crossing his face.

“Fuck.” You mutter aloud, you reach between them and grab the salt from them. “Thanks,” you say and sit back down in your chair. Joker and Bruce glare at each other as you watch them you imagine different ways to loosen the tension. You come up with nothing sigh. You stand and excuse yourself from the table. “I’ll be right back, I need to use the restroom. Please don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”

“No promises.” They say in unison.

You make your way up the stairs to the restroom and lock the door behind you; you lean against it and slide down until you’re sitting on the floor. “Ugh,” you groan, conflicted and irritated. You think about what you’re going to do. On one hand you’re happy with Joker even if he is an ass sometimes but on the other hand you miss living here in Wayne manor with your father and Alfred, you never get to see your friends and every time Joker and Bruce see each other they’re always at each others throats.

Your train of thoughts is interrupted by a knock on the door. “Miss (Y/N), are you alright?” Alfred asks from the other side of the door.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll be back down in a moment,” you respond. You stand and straighten your clothes. You’ve made up your mind. You exit the bathroom and head down stairs to rejoin your father and Joker.

When you enter the room you sigh when you see Joker holding his shoulder, which has a batarang in it, with one hand and a gun pointed at your dad in the other.

“Okay you two enough, I’m tired of the fighting. I’ve made up my mind about what I’m going to do, no matter what I don’t want either one of you two to get angry. There will be some stipulations that go along with my decision but, the one I’m going to live with is _______.”

Jason’s Worst Fear - Jason Todd x Reader

Originally posted by mrjasontodd

Requested by Anon - one where the joker tortures you and Jason goes to the rescue

Jason’s worst fear had just been realized. He was standing in your shared ransacked apartment, staring at the words spray-painted on the wall.

Ha Ha Ha. Joke’s on you, Hoodie. 

You were taken by the Joker. He knew it the moment he laid eyes on the first ‘Ha’. Rage burned in his chest as fear clenched at his heart. Jason knew he had to find you and fast. Taking a deep breath to calm his emotions, Jason picked up his phone and dialed the one number he knew he could trust. 

Awakening to cruel, bone-chilling laughter, you opened your eyes to find yourself chained to a chair inside some kind of room lined with trick mirrors. You stared at yourself as you realized you were only in your underwear. Pulling at the chains, you tried to break free only to stop when your eyes fell on your kidnapper, who was approaching you from the shadows.

“Well, it looks like Hoodie’s lover is finally awake,” Joker teased, circling you. You did your best to keep him in your line of sight. “I was worried you were going to miss the party.”

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, not knowing what else to say. You knew you had to keep him talking if you were going to buy enough time for Jason to come and save you. Even though you didn’t know how much time had passed, you knew he should be on his way by now.

“Today is a special day for Hoodie and me,” Joker ranted, spinning around gleefully. “It’s our anniversary.” 

“If you’re talking about the day you murdered him, you about a month off,” you answered sharply. You always remembered that date, the day was always hard on Jason.

Joker just laughed in response. “I’m talking about the day we first met. It was such a lovely time when it was just Batman, me, and Hoodie.” He sighed in remembrance before putting an arm around your shoulders, pointing at the far corner of the room. Your eyes widened when you saw a video camera. “So, I decided you and I should plan a surprise for our Hoodie Boy. After all, we haven’t spend too much time together yet. We should get to know each other if you’re going to be my Hoodie’s one and only.” You flinched away from him, making him laugh harder.

“You’re not going to get away with this, Joker,” you said menacingly. “Red Hood is probably on his way right now.” Joker just smiled at you, shaking his head as he chuckled.

“No wonder he likes you,” he taunted, grabbing your chin in his hand to make you look at him. “You got spunk, I like spunk. Hoodie always had a lot of spunk even when I killed him.” Tapping your nose, he turned away from you. He walked into the shadows only to come back with a rusted metal cart with several evil looking tools on it. The sound of the cart’s rickety wheels filled the room for several moments until it stopped next to you. Silence filled the room as you watched the cart with wide eyes.

“Wha…What are you doing?” you questioned, stuttering when he picked up a long sharp knife and began to heat it with a cigarette lighter. You hoped Jason would get here soon.

Joker gives you a wink that sends a shiver of dread up your spine. “Why, we’re getting you ready for the party. After all, you need to look your best for Hoodie.” He stops heating the knife when the metal glowed red. Grabbing your chin, he turned your head towards the camera. “Smile big for the camera,” he ordered as he dug the scalding knife into your bare shoulder. You screamed in pain as his laughter filled the room. 

“(Y/N)’s tracker is at the old amusement park on the east side,” Tim Drake reported through Jason’s earpiece. Jason was on his motorcycle. He quickly did a u-turn, and headed towards the park. 

“Great. Did you get that, Roy?” Jason asked as he swerved through traffic. 

“Yep, Kori and I will meet you there,” Roy replied through the com before clicking off. Jason had thought Tim had also sighed off, but a shaking breath confirmed he was still on.

“Are you sure you don’t need me there, Jason?” Tim questioned carefully, mindful of Jason’s temper. 

Jason took a deep breath to take the edge out of his voice before he answered. “No, I got Roy and Kori, but your offer is appreciated.”

“I was just concerned that if (Y/N) should need medical attention…” Tim explained, the tone of his voice contained the fear that froze Jason’s heart.

“I’ll call you if it comes to that,” Jason reassured, picking up speed as he neared the amusement park. There was a pause on Tim’s end before Tim cleared his throat.

“Batman appears to be heading towards the amusement park as well,” Tim informed. Jason swore as he turned into the park. He parked his motorcycle.

“How long before he arrives?” Jason ordered, taking out his grapple gun. He fired it, flying up to a high point of the park to scan for your heat signature.

“I estimate about five minutes,” Tim responded blankly. Jason perched himself on top of a light post, and slowly scanned the park. He hoped he could save you before Batman got here, but that was unlikely.

“Perhaps you better get down here, Tim,” Jason suggested. “I don’t want a fight between me and B when (Y/N)’s life is at risk.”

Jason heard Tim’s quick intake of breath. “I’ll be there in five.” Tim clicked off the com as Jason finished the scan. He had come up with nothing. Tapping the side of his helmet, he called Roy. 

“We got pointy-eared company arriving in five minutes, and I can’t find a trace of (Y/N),” Jason shouted, the angry in his voice made Roy shriek in fear.

“Calm down, Friend-Jason,” Kori soothed through the com. “We have found something…”

“…In the fun house by the Ferris Wheel,” Roy finished as Jason jumped off his perch to swing towards the Ferris Wheel. “Two heat signatures are in the main room. There is no easy way in, except through the front entrance.”

“Don’t worry, I have a plan,” Jason growled menacingly as he approached the fun house. Jason hoped he would make it in time to save you. 

You didn’t know how much time had past as Joker found new ways to inflict pain onto your body. Deep cuts and bruises covered you, leaving you slumped listlessly in your chair. It was getting harder to stay awake. You hoped Jason would get there soon, but part of you didn’t want him to find you like this. 

“Don’t go to sleep yet,” Joker laughed, slapping your face to keep you awake. “We haven’t finished.” He reached for his tray, picking up a electrified cattle prod. Pressing it to your stomach, you screamed as the electricity ripped through your broken body. Joker chuckled at your pain before raising the prod to strike your thigh. 

However, just as Joker lowered the weapon, a gunshot rang out. It hit Joker’s hand, allowing the prod to fly into the air and crash to the ground far away from you. You sighed with relief as you knew help had finally arrived. 

“Step away from her, Joker,” Jason ordered, the rage in his voice sent shivers down your spine. He walked into the room, stopping when he was only a few feet from you.

“Oh, Hoodie, you had to go and ruin your surprise party,” Joker teased, spinning you around in your chair to face Jason. You kept your head down, feeling Jason’s eyes taking in your tortured body. “(Y/N) and I were working so hard on it.”

“Son of a…,” Jason swore, shooting Joker in one kneecap. He fell to the ground. Jason ran forward, kicking Joker away from you while shooting out his other kneecap. You flinched at the sound of the gunshots, even though you were happy to hear Joker’s cry of pain. Since you were focused on Jason, you failed to notice Roy and Kori running to your side as Jason kicked Joker farther away from you. 

Kori melted the chains as Roy tried to capture your attention. You were having a hard time focusing on anything besides Jason and Joker. “(Y/N), can you hear me?” Roy asked carefully, gently taking your chin to bring your gaze to meet his. You swallowed before nodding, finding yourself unable to form words. The chains gave way as you fall forward into Roy’s arms limply. You wished you were falling into Jason’s arms instead. 

Jason seemed to have sensed that Roy and Kori had entered the room as he tossed them his jacket. Kori caught it, wrapping you in it. “Get (Y/N) out of here,” Jason ordered. “I’ll take care of things here.” Roy nodded as he scooped you up in his arms. You peeked over his shoulder, staring at Jason as he bore down on Joker. Tears filled your eyes when you couldn’t see him anymore.

“It’s okay, (Y/N),” Kori soothed, seeing your distress. “Friend-Jason will be fine.” You nodded at her as tears fell down your cheeks anyway. Roy squeezed you gently in his arms. 

You don’t remember much after that except for the rain hitting your bare legs and a vague memory of seeing Batman running passed you when Roy carried you outside. Everything was a blur as you were cold, then warm. The only thing you focused on was the feeling of Jason’s leather jacket around you. 

It was some time before you finally came back to yourself. You found yourself lying on a bed in a bedroom you didn’t recognize. Panic filled your mind that this was some kind of trick of Joker’s until your gaze came to rest on Jason. He was asleep in a chair next to your bed with his neck in a uncomfortable position. Calming at the sight of him, you looked down at yourself to see bandages covering all the gruesome cuts and bruises made by the Joker. You smiled when you saw Jason’s leather jacket was still around you.

Pulling the jacket tightly around you, you reached out a hand to gently wake Jason. “Jason,” you said, shaking him. He jumped awake suddenly, grabbing for his gun only to stop when he saw it was you. 

“(Y/N),” he murmured, moving to take you into his arms. You returned his embrace so tightly that you felt the air rush out of him. He didn’t say anything about it, choosing to tighten his own arms around you instead. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered into his ear. You pressed a finger to his lips when he tried to protest. “Don’t argue with me.” 

“Alright, whatever you want, Sweetheart,” Jason replied, not having the heart to fight his case. He buried his face into your hair as you gathered enough nerve to ask your next question.

“Did you kill him?” you asked slowly. Jason pulled back from your hug to look you straight in the eye. He studied your eyes for a long moment before clearing his throat. 

“No,” Jason answered with shame in his eyes. “I should have for what he did to you, but I couldn’t.”

You nodded, kissing his lips softly. “It’s okay,” you soothed, once you saw the tears forming in his eyes. “I didn’t want you to.”

“He will be getting two knee replacements though,” Jason commented as he pulled you back into his arms. 

“Good,” you replied, rubbing your face into his shoulder as a wetness struck your cheeks. You both stayed like that for a long while until you both had released your pent-up emotions. Pulling out of his embrace, you glanced around the bedroom again. “Where are we?”

“We’re in one of my safe houses in the city. I couldn’t bear to let you in the apartment until Roy gets the new security up,” Jason explained, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. 

You gave him a gentle smile of reassurance. “I’m glad,” you said before you bit your lip. Dread and fear ate away at your heart as you thought about returning to the place where Joker had kidnapped you. Jason sensed your feelings.

“Actually,” Jason suggested as his own fear of sending back to where you were kidnapped shook his bones. “We could just move into here?”

Your eyes brightened with relief as you kissed him on the lips. “Let’s do that,” you agreed as Jason chuckled in his own solace. He pushed you back to lie down on the bed. 

“We’ll do that, but you should rest now,” Jason recommended. 

You yawned when Jason pulled the covers back over you. He made sure to close his leather jacket snugly around you. “You’ll stay with me?” you questioned as your eyes became too heavy to open. 

“Forever if you want me to,” Jason reassured, smiling at the sight of your breathing falling even and deep. He tucked his jacket around you once more before sitting back in his chair to watch you. Every once and a while, he would touch your hand if only to reassure himself that you were really safe and alive. 

All Jacked Up! (A recommendation post)

Sundays can be pretty poo, they’re the final day before back to work after all. But when not just one of your favourite authors updates, but THREE, you know it’s gonna be a good Sunday. So, without further-ado, enjoy getting your Jack/Joker filling (oo-er) from these three beauts! 

<Love and Warfare> Probably one of the most famous writers within the fandom, respected, loved and admired by many and her work speaks for itself in deserving such high praise. @mabelmadnessss bring us a war time special with this Jack & Harleen story of planes, innocent love, crates of goodies and all round good feelings. A piece suitable for work (currently)

<Dancing on the Edge> It’s always great to come across new authors and @cvioleta has been bouncing around in my head for a week now with this extraordinarily unique and wonderfully clever story about a somewhat different AU. Written with sass, humour and plenty of flirting it’ll grab you by the eyeballs from start to finish. (Gonna say NSFW due to content midway through)

<Tearing Into Your Soul> If you haven’t heard or read one of @endorathewitchwriter stories yet you’re missing out on so much in life. Not just a remarkably talented person, but an author who is writing around 10 stories at once and updates them frequently! (I struggle with one, that’s so bad *hangs head*) This brilliant story takes on the aspect of the Joker (aka Jack) being blood brothers with Bruce and with a sprinkle of Doctor Harleen Quinzel, some of the hottest sex scenes in the business and a dash of murder, it’s proving to be one of the most engrossing, nail biting stories in the fandom. Absolutely must be read if you’re a fan of Bats/Harley/Joker, but VERY much in the NSFW category (unless you’re super pro at reading sex without blushing, if so, please provide tips).

Although this is a dedicated Sunday updates post, I felt it necessary to bring attention to some of my other favourite stories that have been stuck swimming around my brain for the last month as they are truly that good. 

<The Wild Enthusiasm of a Belligerent> by @donnajosee​ Brings us a superb ‘20s mob themed piece with her usual element of hilarious author’s notes whilst producing some of the most popular stories in the fandom, definitely one to check out! NSFW! 

<Impossible Love: A Novel> This one nearly slipped under my radar as the wonderful @chickadee333 posted this beaut all at once and I’d missed the post, but I am so glad I did a step back as this is truly one of the best I have ever read. A very unique background for the Joker thought out perfectly from the start to the end, a heart clenching story with a subtle mix of nicely written erotic scenes that don’t sound like a typical “yay sex” piece. This will take a few reads given the length but oh boy it is SO worth it all. Again, NSFW piece due to the content but oh my, you’ll be glad you weren’t at your desk for this one. 

If you have anymore recommendations for me, please throw them my way! I generally try to read all stories posted on the AO3 website and those that really stick out I’ll happily tell the world about so please do point me in the right direction! 

Finally, a quick shout out to @juney-chan for the art pieces that have been appearing on my feed lately, keep up the amazing work - every update is showing progress I can only dream of! 

Favorite Garrus Moments - Mass Effect 3

So Part 3 of my favorite moments with my favorite Turian. But there were just so many to choose from! I couldn’t … I couldn’t list them all. You know how long this would end up being??? Waaaay too long. I may have to do a Part 4 of Mass Effect 3, but for now I hope you enjoy. Note: This one does have Citadel and Leviathan DLC moments. So … spoilers?

Garrus: Yeah, soo … is this the part where we … shake hands? Wasn’t sure about the protocol on reunions, or if you even still felt the same way about me. The scars are starting to fade. I remember they drove you wild … But I can go out and get all new ones if it’ll help.
Shepard: I haven’t forgotten our time together.
Garrus: Well I’ve been doing some research on human customs … didn’t want to assume any—
Shepard: *Kisses him* That’s the protocol on reunions.
Garrus: The vids mentioned it might go something like that. I had hoped it would. I mean, I didn’t know-

Garrus: Listen, Shepard. I’m all for Crazy ideas, but this one’s off the charts.

Shepard: Goodbye, Garrus. And if I’m up there in that bar and you’re not—I’ll be looking down. You’ll never be alone.
Garrus: Never.

Mercs: I think that turian they’ve got is Archangel! How the hell are we going to kill him?!
Garrus: You’re not!

Wrex: I appreciate that, Liara. I wouldn’t want anyone else along for the ride.
Garrus: *coughs*
Wrex: I suppose I could make room for you too, Garrus.
Garrus: Figured you’d gone soft sitting on your throne, forgot how to hold a gun.

Garrus: Shepard?! Wake up! She’s freezing!
Shepard: *bolts up and begins coughing*
Garrus: Are you okay?
Shepard: *still coughing* Yeah … yeah, I’m fine. Hell of a headache.
Garrus: Never do that again.

Joker: Maybe something was … mis-calibrated?
Garrus: You do know who you’re talking to, right?

Garrus: I’ll start managing turian support right away, Shepard. You must be exhausted. Mordin dying … it can’t be easy.
Shepard: I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Garrus: We both know you need a clear head to win a war. There’s no room for mistakes here. You should catch some shut-eye. Besides, I know where you sleep. We’ll wake you if anything comes up.
Shepard: If you insist

Garrus: So. Who needs their ass kicked now?

Garrus: Not sure if turian heaven is the same as yours, but if this thing goes sideways and we both end up there … meet me at the bar. I’m buying.
Shepard: We’re a team, Garrus. There’s no Shepard without Vakarian.

Garrus: Ever have that one thing you’ve always wanted to do before you died, Shepard?
Shepard: I’ve woken up with a turian next to me.
Garrus: Still trying to make me blush, huh?
Shepard: Until it works.

James: Hey, pendejos! Our Shepard is better than yours!
Garrus: And better looking!

Shepard: It’s incredible.
Garrus: I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope it would inspire a certain … mood.
Shepard: Something on your mind?
Garrus: It seemed like you needed time to … figure us out. Are you ready to be a one-turian kind of woman?
Shepard: The only thing that made leaving earth bearable was knowing you were out there somewhere.
Garrus: I felt the same way. The worst part about the galaxy going to hell would’ve been never getting to see you again.
Shepard: Well, here I am. Exactly where I want to be. I love you, Garrus Vakarian
Garrus: Wow … the vides Joker gave me … well, they never got this far. There was the part about sleeping together, but this … I don’t exactly know what to do—
Shepard: *kisses him* Who needs a vid when you’ve got me?

Liara: But there was one thing I was unable to verify. Did you really kill three Blue Suns mercs with one bullet?
Garrus: Well … the third one died from a heart attack, so it’s not fair to count him.

Shepard: I guess we’re back on the clock.
Garrus: And when this is over, I’m sure we’ll find something to do off the clock.

Shepard: Is that supposed to melt a girl’s heart?
Garrus: No … but this voice is *leans in closer*. I’m Garrus Vakarian. Codename: Archangel. All-around turian bad boy and dispenser of justice in an unjust galaxy. I also kill reapers on the side. And you are?

Garrus: Shepard … is it just the alcohol, or do you have vids running in your head of us mostly naked, completely alone, and shamelessly rolling all over a couch?

Garrus: So … I guess it’s back to the fight.
Shepard: Yeah. At least we threw one hell of a party. Probably the last one.
Garrus: That doesn’t sound like my girl. You’ll find a way to win. And when this is over, I’ll be waiting for you.

Garrus: One of my favorite places to fight!
Shepard: The CIC of a warship?
Garrus: Right there above gardens and below electronic shops!
Shepard: And Antique Shops, as I recall!

Joker: How do you know when a turian is out of ammo?
Garrus: He switches to the stick up his ass as a backup weapon. Why does the Alliance hire pilots with brittle bone disease?
Joker: You’re shitting me! The turian military has one about me?
Garrus: Oh absolutely! I heard it myself from a private back on Palaven.
Joker: All right, why does the Alliance hire pilots with brittle bone disease?
Garrus: So their marines can beat someone in hand-to-hand drills.
Joker: Damn, you need to tell James that one.

Garrus: We’re going to retire somewhere warm and tropical and live off the royalties from the vids. Maybe even find out what a turian-human baby looks like.
Shepard: *laughs* I’m game … though I think adoptions a better idea—biology may not cooperate.
Garrus: Hmm … I suppose there will be a lot of little krogan around soon.

Garrus: Looking good, Shepard.
Shepard: I did the best I could without a carapace or a crest.
Garrus: Your best has my mandible on the floor. Damn.

Garrus: What do we know about the mercs?
Shepard: They have guns and don’t like me?
Garrus: Not helping, Shepard.

Shepard: There are a few people who’ve seen me in action, Garrus. They seemed impressed.
Garrus: Yeah, but I’ve actually seen you dance, Shepard. No comment.

Garrus: Shepard … thought you might be up here. You know what the best part is about a battle that decides the whole fate of the galaxy?
Shepard: Winning it?
Garrus: I was thinking … it’s a good excuse to remind the ones you care about that … well … you care about them. Want some company?

Garrus: Forgive the insubordination, but your boyfriend has an order for you… come back alive.

Garrus: You sure you want to play this game?
James: What’s the matter, Vakarian, you chicken?
Garrus: I don’t even know what that is—though I’ve heard everything in the galaxy tastes like it.

Garrus: To borrow a phrase from Vega—you looked smoking in that dress, Shepard. You got some looks. So did I … though the ones directed at me said, ‘How did a turian like that, get a girl like her?’ Hell if I know.

Garrus: I am Garrus Vakarian and this is now my favorite spot on the Citadel!

Garrus: Perfect! A human. I’m kind of on the outs with my human girlfriend Could you give me some insights?
Security Guard: Sir … I am definitely not an expert.

Garrus: Still think you can win this, huh?
James: I can do this all day, Scars.
Garrus: Funny you mention those … ever hear the name ‘Archangel?’

Garrus: *in elevator* So … anyone wanna talk about their people’s history?
Wrex: Nope.
Garrus: So I’m the only one who misses when we used to chat in the elevators back on Citadel?
Wrex: Yep.
Garrus: *sighs* So disappointed.

Shepard: What a night … but look who’s here.
Garrus: Yeah, I hung out a lot of places last night. Your upper body. Your lower body. Pretty much allll the parts in between.
Shepard: Turians certainly don’t lack for a sense of direction.
Garrus: And you don’t lack for places to get lost.

Garrus: Shepard! Can you hear me?! Are you okay?!
Shepard: I’m fine. Might need a little backup.
Garrus: Lucky for you, Archangel is your boyfriend. Joker filled me in, I’m on foot. Be there as fast as I can.

Garrus: So … having a bad day, Shepard?
Shepard: You could say that.
Garrus: Landing pad is just over there, but it’s behind a locked gate.
Shepard: Let’s look for a control panel.
Garrus: *gets distracted watching Shepard walk by* Niiice outfit …
Shepard: *glares at Garrus*
Garrus: Control panel. Right.

Shepard: You gotta get out of here!
Garrus: And you’ve gotta be kidding me!
Shepard: Don’t argue, Garrus.
Garrus: We’re in this till the end.
Shepard: No matter what happens … you know I love you. I always will.
Garrus: Shepard I … love you too.

Garrus: Shepard … I admit, I was worried about you on that dig site. Things got pretty hectic. Not used to feeling like that, you know? That’s what love does … turns a guy like me into a nervous wreck with something to lose and the aim to make sure he doesn’t. Nobody better hurt you, is all I’m saying.

Garrus: Jack … as charming as ever.
Jack: Bite me, Garrus. Better yet, bite her. Probably how she likes it.

Garrus: Glad to know my romantic … uh … skills made an impression. Because it’s going to take more than Reapers to come between this cross-species liaison.

Wrex: Garrus … I have to make with the one turian in the galaxy who thinks he’s funny.
Garrus: Imagine how I feel. I’m supposed to hate krogan, but you came along and warmed my heart with your winning personality.

anonymous asked:

deb! have you watched the video ‘born sexy yesterday’? it’s an interesting video about a popular trope in a lot of movies and tv shows that originated and is mostly used in science fiction. its very hard for me to describe because the video covers a lot of things,but for some reason it really stuck with me and some mass effect characters like edi and tali popped up into my head, while not completely following the trope it definitely feels like it was influenced.

there was also comment on the video that said “how female robots are portrayed vs male robots in science fiction. With female robots, almost all of them are naive, completely submissive, and in some cases, literal sex toys. Most male robots, on the other hand, have the opportunity to be exceptionally cunning and dynamic, even if they were originally built to be servants themselves.” and i immediately thought of edi/sam.


I just watched it now and really loved it, thank you for reccing it! :)
If anyone is interested, it’s a 18 minutes video analyzing the “Born Sexy Yesterday” trope where a man falls in love with a female character with the ‘mind of a child’. She’s a mermaid, a computer, an alien, … She is innocent and has little experience. The male protagonist is the only man around her and he’s able to “teach” her. The female character is also heavily sexualized from the beginning and is often good at a specific skill that the man will respect (like fighting).

I especially liked that the creator of the vid used the relationship between Cameron and John from Sarah Connor Chronicles to illustrate a relationship where the man and the female character are both clueless, making this about a “mutual exploration.”
Westworld also strikes me as a good example of a sci-fi story subverting the trope (and showing the danger in following it).

The only issue I might have with the vid is the lack of examination regarding gender identity. He is very critical of the trope and clearly sees what men find appealing in it, but he could go a bit further. The man assumes the character is female and the sexualized looks comfort him but the character might not be female like he believes. 

And the link to Mass Effect: I agreed it’s influenced but I don’t think EDI is a good example of the trope.
She is “innocent” (to a point!) and come in a fully sexualized body like the female characters of the trope, only Joker is not the only man in her life and he is not the one who gives her knowledge. Shepard fills that role. Joker does the opposite: EDI often comes to Shepard explaining she asked Joker first but he was not able to give her the information she needed.
I actually think that, unlike the other female characters of the trope, EDI is very aware of Joker’s shortcomings and loves him in spite of it (or depending how you see the relationship: because of it). It means that she can compare him to others, that there is competition and it requires him to do better. He is not free from insecurity.
We can argue about ME3 doing a poor job showing this but hey…

And I think Liara, more than Tali, fits the trope in ME1. (I could analyze what it means when you think about asari not caring about the gender binary but my answer is already a bit too long…)
So, with Liara, the difference is that you can romance her as F!Shepard, so it’s not just a male fantasy and it’s not just about avoiding male insecurity.
Let’s be real though, the asari were made for male players. I also think the creator of the vid would find it funny that you have all those gorgeous looking aliens who can be really old and much more experienced than the protagonist but here comes the very young, very inexperienced alien who is full of innocence and wonder. And that’s the one at the center of the romance! 
What is interesting is that it’s not just about the protagonist, it’s also about the player. I suspect one of the reasons Liara romance works so well and is such a positive experience to a lot of us is because she is so innocent and inexperienced. This is when it gets complicated, because in-game it would be influenced by the trope, but from player to LI, it could be about a “mutual exploration” that the creator of the vid might approve of. 
So yeah, layers and layers.

Now the comment and the link to EDI/SAM… SAM is not going to get a sexualized platform anytime soon. He might not even get a platform period.
I don’t think they believe he needs one, while they thought EDI did.
And I obviously want to rush to EDI’s defense and says she is as cunning and as dynamic as SAM but this is more of a general problem. It’s definitely there.

anonymous asked:

I was going through your Ian Bohen tag and saw a gifset of him in The Dark Rises. You totally need to write a small Steter drabble where Peter tells Stiles about that time he went to Gotham for a vacation and ended up caught in a mess. "Never go to Gotham, Stiles. Worst vacation ever."


Lol Peter has the worst luck. Idk if I can write something for this but can you imagine if Stiles was from Gotham? And Peter met him there while he’s on vacation, and then shit goes down, and Stiles is just “Oh this is normal, don’t worry, we have Batman and us civvies all know what we’re doing by this point, now let’s go to my cellar-turned-weapons-storage before the Joker starts filling the streets with deadly laughing gas or something.”

“‘Deadly laughing gas’?”

“Yup. One inhale of that shit and you’ll literally laugh to death.”


And this probably takes place before the fire so Peter isn’t really quite used to a place constantly plagued with crazy shit that can kill you because the Hales are still around to keep order, and the Nemeton is still inactive, so Peter’s just WTF WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS CITY STILES YOU ARE ALMOST NOT WORTH THIS SHIT.

I know, I know. Joker x Harley thing, but what about Jeannie? She might have never existed (multiple choice of past, right? ;)). Still, I find her interesting. Therefore, I am filling the gaps :D

[This fic was requested by @thedroopyflowerthanks for being so patient and I hope you like what I did with it even though it might be a bit different from what you expected. I also kinda went with a Mashup of ET instead of the original I hope that is cool! I hope you all enjoy it!]

               "Glow I swear to fuck if you- you did! You did, you’re wearing it now! That’s my lipstick you bastard!“ I said with a laugh, moving from digging through my bag to digging through hers.
           "I think the black suits me better, here, hands off,” she smacked my hands away as she pushed me aside.
           "You’re doin’ the umm, what’re you doin’ again?“
           "ET/Carousel, you’re the one that talks to Madame Cane about the routines for us-”
           She waved a hand and I could tell she was a bit more doped up than usual. Pulling out the lip liner she traced my lips before pulling out a tube of lipstick and she applied a dark red matte.
           "There, it just makes your lips look better, more… enticing ya’ know?“
           I smiled at her as she adjusted my black and red feathered skirt and tightened my corset. The Cat Scratch club was one of the only burlesque clubs left in Gotham; most of the clubs had either converted, closed their doors, or were under the watchful eye of the one and only King of Crime. I’ll admit I had considered going to work at Alibi but part of me felt safe here. I liked all the women and on the plus side I didn’t have to take my clothes off.  
           "Where’s Darla, she’s supposed to go on before me right?” I asked, looking around the change room.
           "Nah, Darla isn’t coming tonight. A little birdy told her someone was dropping by tonight and it kinda spooked her ya’ know?“
           I arched a brow, “Who?”
           "Fuck if I know, you’re on in thirty seconds, make em’ wet.“
           Rolling my eyes I moved into position and waited.

***Mister J’s P.O.V***

           I stood in a dimly lit alcove watching as one of Madame Cane’s dancers as she waltzed onto stage. Her movements at first were restricted almost like a music box ballerina or a robot as she moved to the beat of some irritating number. It was only when she really started to move when I began to feel as though this place was wasted on her. Such a waste, such a waste, such a waste, indeed.
           They say be afraid
           You’re not like the others, futuristic lovers
           Different DNA, they don’t understand you

           You’re from a whole other world
           A different dimension
           You open my eyes
           And I’m ready to go, lead me into the light

           Kiss me, k-k-kiss me
           Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison
           Take me, t-t-take me
           Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction
           Boy, you’re an alien, your touch so foreign
           Its supernatural, extraterrestrial 

           It was practically like she was begging me to do it so I did, raising my gun toward the ceiling I fired two shots and waited for the screams to die down before I rose. She didn’t run off the stage though, her wide (insert your eye colour) eyes found me as the lights went up and she simply took a step back. I smirked.
           "Well now, don’t let me interrupt.”
           "Mister J if you’d like we can take this to Madame Cane’s offic-“
           A group of dancers screamed as the poor messenger boys brains splattered onto them. The woman still stood there looking on in terror and… intrigue? Interesting.

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           I’ll admit I was terrified, but it was a weird sort of terror. It was the kind of terror you felt when you went to a haunted house, it was almost… thrilling even though it shouldn’t have been. People I knew were crying and covered in brain matter, the most dangerous criminal in all of Gotham was in our club and he had a gun and yet I still stood on the stage just staring at him. He wore a gold sparkly suit jacket with black trim, his black silk shirt was open almost to the naval so his ink was exposed, and he swung his cane around.
          “You see, my little Candy Cane has been avoiding my proposals so I thought I had to be a little more persuasive.”
          I walked forward and the sound of my heels clicking drew his attention to me. Licking my lips I considered just staying silent and letting his attention go elsewhere again but I didn’t.
         "Cane isn’t here,“
         He pointed to his ear and turned his head slightly, "Come again.”
         "Cane isn’t here; you’re welcome to search the place if you don’t believe me.“
        He laughed, leaning back into it.
        "Oh honey, I believe ya,” he set a bag I hadn’t realised he had been holding on the ground.
        “You all have two minutes to run before this bomb goes off; ignore the people tied up in the dressing room.”
          I ran and so did everyone else. I ran straight into the dressing room and saw them. Some of them I didn’t even know, some of them were bouncers, and one of them was Glow. I moved quickly to her, freezing when I heard him behind me.
           "I was very clear.“
           I turned to face Mister J.
           "You tryin’ to get yourself blown up?” I asked boldly.
           "Kaboom!“ He said mockingly with a light laugh.
           My brows furrowed and he pulled a detonator from his pocket.
           "Why did you run back here… what’s your name?”
           "Y/N… I…“
           "You wanted to be the hero?” He said with a sneer.
           "No, I wanted to save my friend.“
           "What about everyone else?”
           "What about them?“ I asked.
           He smiled and lowered his gun which made my confusion grow.
           "I’ll make you a deal; I’ll let her go if you come with me.”
           I waited for him to finish but he didn’t.
           "Is that all?“
           "I want you to shoot every single person here in the head.”
           Grabbing his knife from its holster I cut the ties around Glow’s wrists and legs. She disappeared without a word and Mister J handed me the gun.
           "If you fail to do it, you d-“
           I pointed the gun at his head, "You said every person here.”
           He grinned and cried dramatically “Please don’t shoot, I’ll do anything I promise!”
           He pressed his forehead to the barrel of the gun, “Come on, I know you don’t care about them. I can see it in your eyes; you’re no stranger to murder.”
           I cocked the gun, “You’re right, I’m not.”
           His eyes narrowed and a dark hungry smile took the place of his grin.
           "Come out, come out to play, Y/N.“ He said in a sing-song voice.
           "Don’t do it.”
           The Bat was behind me, I could tell by his voice.
           "I beg your pardon?“ I whispered.
           "You don’t want his life on your conscience no matter how worthless his life is.”
           My eyes were locked on Mister J, he was mouthing ‘do it’ over and over again. Without thinking I whirled on the Bat and fired until the clip was empty and he had fallen out the window.
           "That works too, let’s blow this joint, doll.“
           He grabbed my wrist and I ran with him out the front doors and he yanked me into his car. His lips crushed mine quite suddenly and for a second I was lost in it. He pulled me sideways in his lap and his lips held me captive for a few seconds before he gunned the engine and we sped off down the road.
           "Care to do the honors?”
           He held the detonator in his open palm. I knew something was wrong with me, it had only been confirmed when I grabbed his hand and held it with the detonator wedged in between. I stuck my head out the window to watch the explosion.
           "You’re insane!“ He purred.
           Yeah, maybe I was, but I had never felt more alive. The lines from that song from tonight kept playing over and over again in my head,
           Could you be the devil?
           Could you be an angel?

           And I couldn’t help but wonder if they applied to me or Mister J. I turned back to him and he gave my knee a firm squeeze.
           "You don’t know what you just signed up for.”
           "Actually I do.“
           His eyes met mine and a satisfied growl escaped him.
           "So who did you kill, hmm?” He asked, making a hard right.
           "I can honestly say you won’t find Madame Cane anytime soon.“
           His laughter filled the car.

Tick- Part Two: The meeting

Part one

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Originally posted by ohsoswiftly

September 24th- The first Meeting

“Let’s put a smile on that pretty little face of yours.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him. It wasn’t a look of affection or disgust but pure curiosity.

“Hello? i don’t like to be ignored.” the joker smiled, revealing his grilled teeth. “And its not polite to stare.”

You inhaled quietly and looked down at your papers in your arms.

“Uhm..” You shook your head and began walking towards him, “I’m here to ask you a few questions,Sir.”

The joker smirked at you. “Sir? I like that. Good to know i’m in control.”

“Says the man who’s locked up in a straight.” You easily replied, slamming your papers on the metal desk in front of you.

“Yes,Maybe you’re correct. But not for long Honey.” His smirk continued with his eyes looking at you devilishly.

“Look.” You stopped pacing to stand in front of him, your eyes bearing down at him as your body stood above his seated position, “I’m not here to play your games. I’m not your puppet. I’m here to ask you questions even if i have to pull your teeth out by doing so.”

A loud cackle of laughter filled the room, the joker smiled wide as he laughed.

“Wooh. I’m sorry but that just..That was funny, Doll.”

you gritted your teeth. “How so?”

“If you’re pulling my teeth..How can i reply to your questions?”

You growled quietly at his snotty remark. You figured the sooner you finish this work, the better.

“So, Why do you do this?”

The joker’s eyes peered at you, “And what do i do, exactly?”

“Destroy things, Try to kill the best man in Gotham..” You inhaled deeply, “Kill people.”

“Because, Why it’s fun!” The joker grinned.

Your face paled slightly and the joker did not take a liking to it as his grin faded.

“What? You think i’m serious? You think i kill people.. cause havoc because its fun?”

“i don’t know what to believe, Sir.”

he leaned forwards towards you, his mouth parting slowly in a smile.

“Those i kill are bad. Those of lives that i mess up, its for the better. and batman? Hes no saint. Once i’m gone, He will own everything. This city will be his. Thats not for the better.”

“Thats not true..” You shook your head.

Batman had protected Gotham for as long ad you remembered. Why would he ever want to tear it down? It made no sense.

“Everyone paints me as the bad guy. The king of crime. The..Monster of Gotham. I’m not bad, Miss. I just see things differently. I can see people. I know them before they even introduce themselves.”

“Oh,really?” you questioned as the joker nodded.

“Do me.”

“Well..That would be kind of hard because i’m in handcuffs and there’s cameras all around so you’d probably get fired and..”

“No! God! Just..Shut up.” You groaned shaking your head at his childness.

“Okay..You were raised in a nice house with mommy and daddy in the suburbs. maybe out of state. You moved here thinking you had something special. That you would end up on top. You struggled a lot in this place but with your current job, you could actually afford real things for once. Like not ramen noodle every night dinners, which people seem to love, i just don’t understand..Anyways. You’re making it. Your not famous. Haven’t had your ‘big break’ yet but you’re doing okay but..Something’s changed. Something has gotten in the way of it all. something that hurt you. Recently.”

You looked up at the joker and for once you didnt see him as a monster. You seen him as a man. He wasn’t a bad guy in this moment, He was human.

You rose from your seat with a heavy sigh. The things he said made your gut twist and your head spin. This was not how it was supposed to go.

“Was I at least half true?” He smiled up at you.

“I think our interviewing session is done for today. I’ll see you soon, Sir.” You gathered your belongings and started to head out, Your heels clicking behind you.

“I’ll be looking forward to it, Y/n.”


You Will Always Be Mine - Part 2/?

You fled as fast as you could, The Joker knew that you would be able to feel him coming for you, therefore giving you another chance to run like the first time. But you knew where you were going was a place he would not be able to take you from.

The motorcycle you had been riding for the past day came to a sudden halt in the garage of a large tower in New York City, a brief smile swept over your lips at the moment you felt some form of comfort as you slipped into the pristine white elevator.

“Miss Y/L/N, it is good to see you safe at last,” the computer chatted to you through the speaker of the elevator, “I will notify Mr Stark and the team that you have arrived, they have been most eager to see you again.”

You smiled at the thought of seeing them again, “Thanks, Jarvis,” you told him warmly before sliding your sunglasses over your E/C orbs, shoving your helmet under your arm. The doors of the elevator opened with a chime and you stepped out, walking into the lounge where they were all waiting for you.

Tony stood up first, you were like family to him, you stayed close when his parents died and never left his side after that, he hugged you tightly, it had been awhile since you had last seen one another, “Your brother called ahead to fill us in, The Joker? Y/N? Seriously?” he asked with some form of disbelief.

You nodded sheepishly and sighed before giving Natasha a side hug, another good friend of yours, “Believe it or not, T, but I love him, a lot. I had to leave otherwise I’d end up like him, he’ll never stop looking for me, I figured I’d be safest here, in a room with the world’s mightiest heroes,” Natasha smiled sympathetically at you and tugged you into her side once more.

The assassin rubbed your arms soothingly, “It’s not her fault, Tony, The Joker, well- this is just how he is, once he has you even a little he won’t give up until you’re as crazy as he is, then you’re his forever, at least she had the courage to come to us,” she told the tin man firmly, “He’s going to try though, isn’t he?”

“Of course he his, he’ll give it everything he’s got, he’ll leave us and once we think he’s given up then he’ll hit us full force, we always need to be prepared- I’m sorry I’ve forced this onto you, I shouldn’t be your burden, but I can’t trust anyone else,” you had told them all, Steve gave you a small smile ad hugged you from behind whilst Thor took your hand in his and stroked it.

Tony looked up from the floor to you, his fists clenched and jaw tight, “You’re my family, Y/N, I will die before he gets to touch you.”


That night you lay in your bed in the tower, you mind was battling between what was right and what you desired, no one made you feel as good as he did, no one made you laugh like he did or made you feel as special as he did. The battle you felt was internal, brains vs. heart, and even thought your brain was always right, you decided to let your heart win this fight.

So that night, when you felt him drawing closer to you, when you felt his presence more each second, you didn’t do anything; because you had lied to everyone, even yourself. You already belonged to The Joker, his claws were in too deep to be ripped out as it would hurt to greatly. You were his Baby Doll and he was your King. And you were ready to be with him once more, he had made you turn insane, but in the best way. In a way nobody would see coming.



God I hope you’re liking this so far, I’m getting really into it. I found the Jared!Leto Joker to be the hottest portrayal of any character I’ve seen on the big screen, maybe it’s because he’s crazy and twisted, but I believe that deep down we all are in some way.

Lots of Love.


arkham-is-for-lovers  asked:

Hey do you have any more clown baby Headcanons? More from joker POV maybe ?

Hmm, I should have some stored away somewhere in my cobweb filled brain lol

- Joker doesn’t trust the baby to be put down anywhere if they’re not at home, so either he or Harley has to be holding him at all times

- The baby should be accustomed to the many loud sounds of their lifestyle so he doesn’t get upset by the sounds of things like gunshots or general chaos lol

- There’s no such thing as bedtime for the baby according to Joker, just whenever he’s tired

 - The baby can have whatever he wants even if that requires them killing someone else’s child to get it

- Joker kept the stuffed kitty from his therapy sessions with Harley and ended up giving it to the baby 💕 

When You Get Hurt (Jared Letos Joker X Reader)

You stirred in your sleep when you felt hands on your waist. You rolled over and kissed the man in bed beside you, “you really need to knock Mistah J,” you let your Gotham accent come out in your sleepy haze.

“I could be naked in here.” You opened your eyes half way to meet the steel gaze of the grey eyes gazing down at you.

He smirked widely, “I might just like that Pumpkin.” He grumbled making you blush.

You poked his chest, “you great big pervert.” You giggled and sat up, “where are we going tonight Mistah J?” You stretched and crawled over his big suited form.

"Hmm Just for a drive considering you like adrenaline.” He purred out and watched you walk to your dresser. You started rifling through your dresser finding a (Your Favorite Color) dress and matching shoes.

You slipped your clothes off and covered your naked areas, you saw the joker covering his eyes. (It’s all a ruse XD) You smiled softly and put your clothes on. Doing your makeup and hair.

"Okay let’s go Mistah J~!” You chirped happily and pecked his cheek. He nodded and got up wrapping an arm tightly around you and guided you out of your home.

He smirked lightly and led you out to the purple Lamborghini. You got in and buckled the seatbelt. You grinned in excitement, you knew what go for a drive meant.

Go for a drive, meant racing 120 MPH down the streets of Gotham dodging The Bat. He grinned as well and he got in as well, he hit the gas, the tires squealing before taking off down the street.

You squealed and giggled at the speed loving it, "how do we lure The Bat out?” You asked giggling. “I have an idea, hold on pumpkin!” He laughed almost insanely. He turned a sharp turn and took off a cops rear view mirror. The sirens started but were soon forgotten in moments at the speed of the Lamborghini.

You giggled when you heard the thrum of The Bats, Bat Mobile. You grinned at the Joker, “Batsy, Batsy, Batsy, Batsy~” you said in a sing song voice. The sound of a clunk at the roof of the Lamborghini filled your ears, the joker suddenly swerved and into the peer.

You gasped as you were slung through the wind shield, you temporarily passed out. You awoke to someone touching your wrist, you felt the cold touch of water drenching you to the bone so you held your breath for a second before facing up and snarling and nipping at the bats direction.

He punched you straight in the face, knocking you out once again. When you once again awoke you found your lips on someone else’s, You knew it wasn’t the Jokers lips as they weren’t cold or smooth. As you bit into the mystery persons lip hard he pulled away and you saw it was the bat.

You tried to get up to run in the other direction, The Bat hit you hard in the back of the head. As the earth came rushing forward, you gasped softly.
As your eyes slowly fluttered open you tried to move to stretch but saw your wrists were tied to the chair you were in. "Wh-what the?” You mumbled exhaustedly.

As you looked around the dark room your eyes slowly adjusted to the blinding darkness surrounding you. “Mistah J?” You called out as you saw a figure in the corner. As they slowly revealed themselves you saw it was a man, he had piercings covering his face, he slapped you hard across the face making you whimper softly.

As you felt burning frightened tears roll down your cheeks you suddenly felt a pain explode up your leg. The mystery man kicked you so hard your leg snapped in two, making you shriek with pain.

The zing of a blade filled your ears and you gasped as the man drew a cut across your cheek, “where is he.” The man growled deeply and darkly. Making your very being tremble with fear. "I-I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You whispered trembling hard.


Three months later you were barely alive, all your ribs and most of your bones except your spine broken. You had cuts and stabs all over your body, burns adorned your whole body.

You sat there breathing laboredly when you heard a large explosion, men in SWAT suits rushed in with guns. One man walked up to you and took off his helmet. It was the joker, you just looked at him unable to speak. He very very gently picked you up and started to carry you away after untying you. He got an innocent to bring you to the hospital. They tended to your wounds and at night the joker would sneak in and sit at your bedside.

~To Be Continued c:~