It was a cold, bitter night in Gotham City. Y/n folded her arms close to her chest to retain heat as she turned a corner into a dark alley. She was on her way to Eve’s Diner to work the graveyard shift for the second time that week. Her worn down converse tapped the ground lightly with each step she took. She heard a small thud coming from behind a dumpster and quickened her pace.
‘Hey.’ A voice said quietly. ‘Hey, I’m talking to you!’
She stopped and clenched her eyes shut. If she was held up by some trigger happy douchebag, she wouldn’t live to tell the tale. She had spent all of her money on her brother Jaxon’s meds the previous day. She slowly turned around and found herself staring down the barrel of a gun.
‘Shit.’ she whispered.
‘Hello…kind sir.’ she began, raising her hands. ‘Um, do you…do you need directions? Or- or maybe a map of some sort? This area is not exactly safe at this time of night.’ She chuckled nervously. ‘If you need some help, I’m an excellent tour guide. B-because I’m sure you’ve got places you need to go. And, and I’ve got a job to get to where people are expecting to see me…ya know…alive.’
‘Shut the fuck up,’ the man said aggressively, moving closer to y/n.
She stumbled backwards and held her hands out in front of her body. “Look, hey, I’ve got a brother. Okay? He’s only 13 and he’s got heart problems. He’s in the hospital. It’s just him and me. He doesn’t have anyone else.’
The man raised his gun threateningly, saying, ‘Well where the hell are your parents, huh?’
Y/n gulped. ‘They got killed by a drunk driver two years ago.’ She saw the man’s hostile expression falter for a split second, so she continued. ‘Just, please, just let me go. I-I’ll bring you some money when I get my next paycheck, I swear, just…please.’ Her pleas must have had some impact on the mugger, because he ran off into the night without laying a hand on y/n or her wallet.
She held her breath and stood in the alley for about thirty seconds, staring at where a gun had been pointed between her eyes only moments ago, before saying, ‘I’m a motherfucking sorcerer!’ She was helpless to contain her laughter. ‘I’m invincible!’ She yelled. Just then, a faint ‘meow’ came from behind her, causing y/n to jump and yell ‘SHIT!’ She then hauled ass out of that alley and made her way to work.
She rushed to Gotham Mercy General Hospital after work to visit her brother. She greeted the receptionist and proceeded to climb four flights of stairs to reach Jaxon’s room. ‘Hey, stranger.’ she joked. ‘How ya doin’?’
‘Well, I got that cute nurse, Annie, to hug me during an impromptu screening of ‘Marley and Me’. So, I guess things could be worse.’
‘How’d you get to be so smart, kid?’ Y/n asked, chuckling at the cleverness of her younger brother.
‘Hey, when you’re moving along the stages of life as quick as me, you gotta make sure you sound the part. I have a congenital heart defect, sis. I’ve got the heart of an 85 year old, and it’s on it’s last legs. I’m just embracing it.’
‘Hey,’ y/n said, attempting to remain positive. ‘Don’t talk like that, Jax. You and me, we’re doing just fine. You’re- you’re gonna be just fine. And so am I, for that matter. You know that surgery Doc Allen said he could do? The one that could cure you?’
Jaxon nodded his head, a cautious smile forming on his face.
Taking notice of her brother’s blossoming optimism, she continued. ‘Yeah, well, I’ve almost got enough. Money, I mean.’
Jaxon’s eyes lit up like stars in a pitch black sky. Y/n relished the look of hope that fell across his features. That was the greatest news y/n had ever gotten to give, except for the fact that it was total bullshit.
She was nowhere close to reaching the amount of money needed for Jaxon’s surgery, but she didn’t have to tell him that. She was still desperately clinging to the hope that a miracle would occur and she would raise every penny that was required, and maybe a little extra.
‘Lemme tell you, Jax, we’re gonna find a way to get by. Just like always. And I will do everything I can to make sure you’re outta here in a few months. Hopefully, with Annie’s phone number.’ Y/n joked. ‘Ok, little bro, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.’ She leaned down and kissed her brother’s forehead before turning and walking out of the room.
She exited the hospital and stood, silently, outside. She inhaled deeply, trying her best not to lose it. Sadly, her attempts were ineffective. Tears began to trickle down her face, and then the waterworks began. She covered her mouth to stop a horrendous sob from escaping her swollen lips. She trudged over to a nearby bench and plopped down. ‘Oh, god.’ She choked out, weeping uncontrollably. Her hands flew to her bloodshot eyes as she did her best to hide from the world that terrified her.
Then, like a ray of hope from heaven, y/n lifted her head up and her gaze shifted to a utility pole with dozens of neon flyers stapled to it. But one flyer in particular caught her eye; it was the only flyer that wasn’t colored. It was plain white with no extravagant fonts or anything else that would usually make it noticeable. Y/n stood up and crossed the street to get a better look at it.
It was an advertisement for an experiment that required a test subject. The nature of the experiment was not stated on the flyer, but it said that any volunteer test subject who fit the requirements would be paid $1,000 a day for ten days.
That would be more than enough to pay off Jaxon’s medical bills and pay for his surgery. So, she ripped the flyer off of the pole and returned home.
Later that morning, y/n went to the address that was written on the flyer. Lucky for her, she fit the requirements for the experiment to the letter.
The scientists put her into a comatose state and performed whatever experiments and tests they needed to for ten days straight.
On the tenth day, after the the scientists had finished their tests, one of them sat y/n down and explained to her what she should expect.
‘First of all, Ms. y/l/n, we here at the Briarwood Center for Scientific Research and Development would like to thank you for your participation in this experiment. Some side effects that you may experience are as follows: migraines, nausea, and fatigue. However, if this experiment comes to fruition as we hope it does, you can expect to see something, well, amazing happen to you within the month.’ Y/n just nodded along, indulging the scientist.
‘Alrighty!’ She replied, feigning enthusiasm. ‘Wow, can’t wait! Can I get my money now?’
Y/n took her big, fat check and went to see her brother at the hospital. She bounded up those four flights of stairs and practically skipped into his room. ‘Jax! Guess what I- who the hell are you?’ She asked, noticing that the person lying before her was not her brother.
After speaking to Doctor Allen, y/n discovered that Jaxon’s condition had worsened in the ten days since she had seen him. He had been transferred to the ICU just three days earlier.
She used her money to pay off all of the medical bills that had been piling up, which cost more than she had anticipated, but she didn’t have enough for the surgery. Once again, y/n was desperate. She worked day and night trying to raise enough money for her brother’s surgery, while dealing with the side effects of the experiment she had participated in.
One night, she arrived home from work and ran straight to the toilet to puke up her dinner. That paired with the brain-melting migraines and how difficult it was for her to keep her eyes open, she became convinced that she was trapped in her own personal hell. ‘What the FUCK did I do to deserve this, huh?’ She yelled, still bent over the toilet bowl. ‘I’m a good person, goddamnit!’ She shrieked, wiping the vomit away from the corners of her mouth with her shirt sleeve.
She stumbled into the piss-poor excuse for a living room in her tiny apartment and dropped to her knees. She became filled with a white hot rage. She felt so unbelievably angry at everything. She was angry at the world, angry at the scientists who experimented on her, and she was angry with herself. She clenched her fists, shut her eyes, and screamed as loud as she could.
All of the pictures that hung on the walls fell to the floor, her television rose into the air and dropped just as quickly, her bed lifted off of the ground, and the dishes in her sink flew across the room and hit the wall, shattering them. By the time she opened her eyes, her apartment was a complete wreck.
‘W-what?’ She wondered quietly. She looked down at her hands and noticed that they were glowing. ‘What the hell’s happening to me?’ She asked, knowing that no one was around to answer.
Then, an idea popped into her head. An idea that she dare not say out loud; it was too heinous, too reckless, too…bad.
‘No. Uh uh, this-there’s no way…’ She trailed off, realizing that there was, in fact, a way. A way that would solve all of her problems. A way that would make everything alright for her and her brother.
In that moment, y/n decided that if she wasn’t going to be given anything in this world, she would have to take it.
She started by robbing local mom-and-pop banks to get the money for her brother’s surgery. She robbed 7 small credit unions before it happened. She got a call from Doctor Allen.
‘Y/n? It’s Doc Allen. Please come to the hospital as quickly as you can…it’s urgent.’
She ran to Gotham Mercy as fast as her legs could carry her. She shoved the doors open and slammed her hands on the front desk.
‘Where is he?’
The receptionist looked at y/n with sad eyes, ‘I-I’m so sorry, sweetie.’
‘No.’ Y/n insisted. ‘No, no, no, no, no. He’s fine, he’s ok, please…tell me he’s ok!’ Some nurses gathered around her as Doctor Allen approached holding a clipboard with forms attached. She recognized those forms.
Certificate of Death
Name: Jaxon Y/L/N
She was sobbing without shame as she yelled, ‘NO. HE’S OK, HE HAS TO BE! NO, NO, NO, NOT AGAIN!’ The nurses held her arms as she tried to collapse on the ground. Y/n was now completely and totally alone.
Her brother was dead and y/n was livid. She was filled loathing and fury that couldn’t be contained. Jaxon was gone. He was all that she had left. He was the reason that she stayed good and sane.
But he was gone now.
Now, instead of robbing banks to help her brother, she was gonna rob them to avenge him. She decided to get revenge on all of the rich people in Gotham, all the people who had everything and wanted for nothing, all the people who would have been able to pay for her brother’s surgery. She decided to rob Gotham National Bank.
She planned the heist out for months, put together a team of four other criminals with the skills she required, and then it was finally time.
Y/n’s crew stood at the back entrance to the bank, waiting for their leader to open the door for them. After she had put the idea to go bowling into the minds of the guards at the front entrance, she made her way to meet her team. She walked in front of the group and put her fingers to her head and closed her eyes. The door slowly lifted off of its hinges, and then landed quietly on the ground. The thieves rushed inside, knowing their time was limited.
Every member of the group was loading stacks of cash, uncut diamonds, and priceless jewelry into their rucksacks. That is, every member except for y/n.
‘Hey, sexy,’ one of the more grotesque male group members began. ‘Why aren’t you gettin’ anything?’
Y/n chuckled lowly, then said, ‘I’m not wasting my time. I’m just gonna let you all do the dirty work for me, kill you, and keep everything for myself.’ A hush fell over the group, but then y/n began laughing.
She continued to laugh until she had every crew member laughing with her, and then she used her powers to snap each of their necks.
One by one.
She grabbed each bag that was filled with riches and left the bank, smiling at her wickedness. But, just as she thought she was home free, who should drop from the skies but Batman?
She stopped dead in her tracks, ‘Well, well, well, what do we have here? The big bad bat making an appearance just for me! How sweet! If I’d known you were coming I woulda dressed up a bit.’ She chided.
‘You’re coming with me, Hypnotica.’ Batman said through his teeth.
‘Hypnotica? Really? Is that what people are calling me? I mean, I get it. I control people’s minds, it makes sense but it’s so cliche!’ Y/n turned her back to Batman while still complaining about her nickname, but when she went to face him again he was gone.
‘Huh,’ Y/n said, feeling an eerie sense of relief. ‘That was almost too easy.’
Then, she heard a ‘whoosh’ sound coming from behind her, felt a sharp pain in her neck, and everything went black.
Her eyes fluttered open and she yawned. ‘Where the hell am I?’ She inquired. She sat up from the uncomfortable mattress that she had been lying on, stood up, and walked to the door. She shook the handle and yelled, ‘HEY! WHERE AM I?’
A man in a uniform with the words ‘Arkham Asylum’ written on the chest walked up and said, ‘Shut the hell up, Hypnotica.’
As the man walked away, y/n yelled after him, ‘THAT’S NOT MY NAME YOU ASSHAT! MY NAME-’ she trailed off, and then said under her breath, ‘my name is y/n.’
Y/n remained a prisoner at Arkham for about 8 months until she attempted to strangle a guard because he didn’t give her a full scoop of mashed potatoes.
The night after the mashed potato incident, while y/n was sound asleep, she was heavily sedated and transferred to another institution. An institution called Belle Reve Penitentiary.
This was the place where y/n would live out her three life sentences; where she would remain for the rest of her days.
request: “OH GOD! I forgot how to request 😅 sorry! I put it on the submit!! But i was not lying when i said i love your story! If you can! I would love you to make this! Oneshot/series/imagines - whateve you decide – Joker and reader were childhood friend but then they separate to live their life and then they met again but this time they forget each other! Their relationship slowly develops and their memories starts to regain! But Joker will still be insane ( jared ) - if you can make harley jeolous!”
note:: its not going to be exactly like this but i think you’ll like it:) btw for all of you none weed experts; loud is a good type of marijuana while reggie is shitty.
characters: joker x reader
warnings: drug dealing, marijuana, profanity, sex, batsy being cranky, mentions of rape and murder
Everyone knew who you were. They called you the banshee.You were the whisper in the wind. The goosebumps at night. The howl to the wolf. You were the sole reason Gotham was still up and running.
Sure, it wasn’t exactly legal, but any money is good money. You ran the biggest drug cartel in the world. You had weed farms all over the continents. It made people happy, and made you money.
It was shipment night for the weed in Gotham. You had truck loads to deliver and a set time to get it all delivered.
Your heels clacked around the cement building where bricks of pot were stacked up high. You took a deep breath and your eyes fluttered at the sweet smell of the intoxicating plant.
You pulled out a pre-rolled blunt and stuck the stick in between your lips. The sliver lighter in your fingers sparked and the sweet smell of the grape blunt filled your nose. You took a drag of the drug, its warm smoke filling every inch of your lungs.
The mind-numbing happiness is why you did what you did. Why was making other people happy a crime? You didn’t know why, and honestly you didn’t give a fuck to know why.
The last truck was being loaded and your goons walked around, taking a brick each for themselves as a treat. You didn’t mind, of course you were up in the clouds.
The sound of something bursting through the window caught your attention and you sat down on a bench, waiting for the masked hero to appear. “Banshee, nice to see you doing well.” Batman walked towards you slowly, you smiled putting the blunt back in your lips and taking a drag.
“You don’t look half bad yourself batsy.” You laughed and he shook his head, pulling out a pair of handcuffs.
“You know I gotta take you in.” He stated starting to advance towards you.
You held up your hand and laughed. Your hair fell in your face because you couldn’t stop laughing. Batman just sat there confused, what had he said that was so funny?
“You’re gonna arrest me?” You laughed loudly and slapped your hand on your thigh. “You’re gonna arrest me for making people happy?” Your laughter had died down a bit and you tapped the ash off the top of your blunt. Standing up, you placed the blunt back in your mouth and walked up to the caped crusader.
“Don’t your have bigger problems to worry about than drugs? You realize people are getting raped and murdered out there right? Guess what batsy, people ask for drugs. No one asks to get killed or raped.” You blew the smoke held in your lungs onto his face, then you walked your fingers up his chest and pulled him close. “You know why they call me the banshee?”
“No, why do they?” He grumbled out, feeling uncomfortable with how you had him pressed up against you.
“Because my shit is so loud, it got me moving slow-mo.” Then a huge puff of smoke exploded in batman’s face, he felt your arms leave his body, and when the smoke cleared he found himself cuffed to a pole.
Your heels clacked on the side walk as the sky opened up and rain fell in large droplets. You took a mango blunt out of your bra and stuck that between your wet lips. The flame from the lighter lit up your face as you inhaled the smoke once again.
As you kept walking, a car pulled up next to you, driving extremely slow. You turned your head to see a purple lamborghini with tinted windows. You pulled the blunt back to your lips and took another hit. The windows rolled down to reveal none other than the joker.
“Mistah J, how nice to see you.” You smiled, and continued walking as he drove next to you.
The Joker was just another bad guy in Gotham. You had run into him on occasion but it was never anything special. He was just another looney in your opinion.
“Banshee, looking stunning as usual.” He smiled, his silver set of teeth gleaming under the street light.
“Always the flatterer, aren’t ya?” You laughed, blowing smoke out of your nose.
“I found something out earlier. Why you look so damn familiar.” You stopped walking and faced him with a smile, running your tongue across your teeth.
“Oh? Do tell.”
“Lets go for a drive.”
The speeding lamborghini made your cheeks hurt with how much you were smiling. “So, Mistah J, why do I look so damn familiar?” You mocked his voice and smiled as he rolled his eyes playfully.
“We went to school together. You and me, (Y/N).” He laughed loudly and your smile dropped.
“Jack?” He leaned towards you with a smile and winked, before you smiled brightly and grabbed his face, kissing him on the cheek. “You devil! How have you been? I didn’t even reconstruction you with the green hair and bleached skin yanno’?”
“I figured out it was you when i saw the pot leaf tattoo behind your ear.” You laughed loudly and pushed your hair out of the way, revealing your tattoo.
“What the hell happened to you man? After you went to college, you just stopped talking to me. And now… Now you’re like this.” You asked, slightly saddened at the memory of J not calling you back all those times.
“Shit got complicated.” He snapped out, making you jump a little bit as his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. He noticed you get uncomfortable and he sighed, angry because he always lost his temper so quickly. Ironic, really. “What happened to you? You were just some pot head girl who wanted to change the world last time I checked.”
You smiled and looked out the window, glancing at him in the reflection. “I grew up. Obviously, I didn’t grow out of the pot thing, but the dream of changing the world is dead. The world doesn’t change unless it wants to. So I stopped trying.”
It got quiet for awhile until the car stopped, and you noticed you had arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. “You comin’ in or no?”
note: this will be three parts; the third will be smut:)
Request: Could you write a imagine where the reader is a part of the suicide squad and togheter with Rick Flag. The squad fight the joker and the reader falls in love with the joker & almost join him but Rick stops the reader. Reader vbecomes conflicted between the two. You decide the end :)) I love your stories btw :) By @maripaws
Word Count: 1,757 (Longest fic ever JEEZ XD)
Warnings: Some characters can be ooc (Haven’t watched the movie), kissing, guns, swearing.
A/N: This is the second part! Hope you like it :). Btw, Katana, June Moon/Enchantress and Harley Quinn don’t exist in this version. So I didn’t totally liked the end myself, so sorry for the shitty end!
‘’Thank you.’’ He smirks, he was going to enjoy this. You see Rick looking at you, seriously? He is jealous because of some asshole, could he be more stupid. You give him a nasty look.
“What the heck was that!?” Deadshot looks st the destruction around him. “That Joker guy is crazy!” He sighs, you laugh at his reaction.
“Deadshot, Slipknot and Boomerang. Follow me, Rick wants to get going.” They feel the tension between the two of you, they quickly follow you down an alley. They’re walking behind you. “Okay, we’ll get in through a back door…” You get caught off by a strange sound, you turn around and see Slipknot trying to escape to one of the buildings. “Fuck! Rick blow, Slipknot!” You scream into your earpiece, one second later you hear a loud bang. There’s blood everywhere on the wall, that doesn’t look to pleasant.
“Anyone else wanna escape?” You look at the to men behind you, they are shocked at what had happened.
I’ve received a few messages asking me to about this, so are the books I’ve been assigned for my Archaeology of Caribbean Piracy class! I’ve skimmed through them to write this summary and have started reading the first chapters of all of the books for my class.
The first book (X Marks the Spot) is the one that goes in depth about Caribbean archaeology the most. It has lots of pictures of common archaeological finds in the Caribbean, and also describes methods of field excavation in tropical climates and underwater archaeology. This would be a great book for anyone who wants to do archaeological fieldwork in the Caribbean.
The second book is a biography of Bartholomew Roberts (“Black Bart”) who my professor stated was the most successful and most interesting pirate in the Caribbean. My professor expressed an intense dislike of Blackbeard when someone asked why he wasn’t the most interesting pirate. Apparently Blackbeard is overrated.
The third book (Under the Black Flag) seems more like a book for casual reading and has less to do with archaeological methods. It describes a lot of the most famous pirates, and includes things about them that are known to be true, as well as the myths and folklore surrounding them. This seems like more of a laid back book to learn fun and interesting pirate facts than a textbook to study for a class.