he is so awful oh dear it's all gonna end in a mess

Domestic Life: Part 11 [The Date: Part 5]

Warnings: Violence

You hear the front door swing open and familiar foot steps heading towards you.

“Finally home Sugar?”

You call hanging upside down off the bed hearing the fridge door slam shut and the clink of what you assume to be one of J’s custom whiskey glasses hitting the counter top. You’re completely ignored.

“Oh shit, what happened this time?“ ‘You thought to yourself.’ Carefully rolling off the bed.

Cautiously entering the living room, you stop, leaning on the wall for a bit trying to gauge exactly how bad of a mood he was in. J cares for you, you knew that. He has proven it over and over again but you knew better than to mess with him when he was in particularly bad moods. He has a habit of doing things he will end up regretting when his rage dies down. Not that he would ever admit it. You watch him seething silently on the couch, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, burning holes in the floor boards with his deadly stare.

“Are you just gonna stand there all night like an idiot staring at me?”

The venom dripping in his tone. You clench your fists and grit your teeth, he was in a very bad mood. But you can’t help yourself. Taking a deep calming breath you brush off his last question and plaster a smile on.

“Aw don’t be like that Daddy.”

Coating your voice in sugary sweetness you carefully approach the back of the couch. You start to gently drape your arms around J’s neck trying to sooth him.

“It’s ok Sugar your…….”

Cutting you off mid sentence J shoots up out of his seat, turning on a dime and lunging over the couch at you like a rabid dog, throwing his hands against your neck and pinning you to the floor.

“Now tell me my dear, exactly how is this ok?”

He spits at you, his whole demeanor screamed deadly as he tightens his grip around your neck slowly cutting off your air.

The corners of your vision start to blur as you gasp.

“J….. J….. please!”

Your eyes widen with fright, you’ve had some backlash from his temper before but never like this. You have never been afraid that he might kill you. But as you look into his eyes you don’t see the man you love. The man you would go threw hell for. All you see is rage. Rage wearing a silver toothed smile. You claw at his hands trying to loosen them as you writhe on the floor beneath his body. You can feel yourself slipping into unconscious.

“ J…. Your…. Killing Me!”

You manage to choke out barely above a whisper.

————————– ————-Joker’s POV—————-————————-

He’s finally home. The heist had gone horribly with Batman showing up right in the middle of the job, holding his crew up long enough for the cops to join the party. Three, three of his men were shot by those damn pigs. It should have been an easy job. In and out no complications. No one tripped the silent alarm, all phones had been taken before any of the hostages had a chance to shoot off a call to the GCPD. He just can’t understand how Batman has been finding him so quickly. This wasn’t even the first job the Bat had crashed this week. Every. Fucking. Job. He has tried to pull has ended in Batman ruining his fun and J only escaping by a hair. Many of his men injured or dead because of these screw ups.

People were gonna start thinking he went soft. First he is out of the game six months to help ‘Her’ recover allowing some wannabe gangsters to attempt to muscle in on HIS territory. HIS! Now with the string of failed heists. It was just to much for him.

He had already knocked back two full bottles of whiskey in the van as Frost dove him back to the flat, it wasn’t enough. As soon as he’s through the doors he starts rummaging around the cabinets for yet another bottle and a glass as he hears (y/n) calling to him from the bedroom.

“Finally home Sugar?”

Her voice grinding on his already frayed nerves. He knows he’s in a volatile mood so he tries to avoid her, sitting on the couch head in his hands, whiskey on the end table. He hears light footsteps halt near the entrance of the room, now painfully aware of the set of (e/c) eyes studying him.

He waits as she just stands there. Growing more irritated by the second he growls at her.

“Are you just gonna stand there all night like an idiot staring at me?”

He could hear his venomous tone and felt his anger rising but there was nothing he could do. He has always been a slave to his more primal emotions. The light footsteps close in on him as he feels her hands slip around his shoulders. He tenses every muscle in his body trying not to lash out.

Then she speaks. The words ‘it’s ok’ send him over the edge. How was this ok? How was growing weak ok? Destructive thoughts played havoc on his mind.

‘Its her. She’s the reason your weak.’ One of his inner demons hisses. ’ She is the reason you are loosing their respect, their fear.’ Whispered another. More and more thoughts fill his head until it was all to much. He leaps up launching himself at (y/n) putting his hands around her throat as he begins to squeeze. ‘Do it… Do it.. do it, do it!’ One of the voices screams at him. He tightens his grip. Staring into her frightened eyes. 'Why was she frightened? She was never frightened of him.’

The thought was soon drown out 'See, she’s scared of you just like the others. She’s made you weak. And now she will leave you. Broken, and alone.’ His thoughts continue to spiral as he hears her choke out.

“J… J…. Please!” Her voice muffled from the lack of oxygen.

Voices continue to whisper, egging him on. Then he hears words that shoot through him like a bolt of lighting. Shaking him from his crazed trance.

“J…. You’re…. Killing Me!”

He immediately lets go. Confusion and terror in his eyes. He already knew he was a monster, even his men saw him as such. But he tried for her. Tried to be better than that. But now, as he looked in her eyes all he saw was a genuine fear. One he has never seen before in her beautiful face. Tears streak down her cheeks as she attempts to catch her breath. He falls to his knees shocked. The look of terror in her eyes slowly killing him. Now only one thought played on a loop in his head.

'What have you done.’

Christmas Vacation Roleplaying Sentence Starters
  • "Is your house on fire?"
  • "This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here."
  • "Where do you think you're gonna put a tree that big?"
  • "Burn some dust here. Eat my rubber."
  • "Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?"
  • "Well I'm gonna park the cars and get check the luggage, and well, I'll be outside for the season."
  • "Aw, you didn't have to get me anything."
  • "Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn... the clean, cool chill of the holiday air... an asshole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer..."
  • "Shitter was full."
  • " I don't know if I oughta go sailin' down no hill with nothin' between the ground and my brains but a piece of government plastic."
  • "We're not coming all the way out here just to get one of those stupid ties with Santa Clauses on it are we?"
  • "If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn't be more surprised than I am now."
  • "I don't know what to say, except it's Christmas and we're all in misery."
  • "And why is the carpet all wet?"
  • "I'd piss my pants and forget who I was for about half an hour or so."
  • "Do you sleep with your brother? Do you know how sick and twisted that is?"
  • "I hope nobody I know drives by and sees me standing in the yard staring at the house in my pajamas."
  • "Oh dear, did I break wind?"
  • "I'm freezing my baguettes off."
  • "Welcome to our home, what's left of it."
  • "What's that sound? You hear it? It's a funny squeaky sound."
  • "Talk about pissing your money away. I hope you kids see what a silly waste of resources this was."
  • "All right then, if you're not man enough to put an end to this shit, then I am."
  • "Run into the living room and get my stogey."
  • "If he keeps it up, it WILL be his last Christmas."
  • "Hey, Kids, I heard on the news that an airline pilot spotted Santa's sleigh on its way in from New York City."
  • "I simply solved the problem. We needed a coffin...er, a tree."
  • "Yeah, it is a bit nipply out. I mean nippy. What am I saying, nipple?"
  • "Our holidays were always such a mess."
  • "I had a lot of help from Jack Daniels."
  • "Are you sure you ain't Santa Claus?"
  • " I can't even afford to be an elf."
  • "We're at the threshold of hell."
  • "You set standards that no family activity can live up to."
  • "Would it be indecent to ask the grandparents to stay at a hotel?"
  • "You about ready to do some kissing?"
  • "That's pretty low, mister! If I had a rubber hose, I would beat you."
  • "I told you to freeze, mister."
  • "I'm sure he'll fall. But I don't think we're lucky enough for him to break his neck."
  • "I have nightmares about what he does when I'm not lying next to him."
  • "It was an ugly tree anyway."
  • "I don't want to spend the Holidays dead!"
  • "What is it? A letter confirming your reservation at the nuthouse?"
  • "Don't forget the rubber sheets and gerbils."
  • "If you want to come in you'll have to break down the goddamn door!"
  • "I'm sorry. This is our family's first kidnapping."