her hair was perfect and beautiful

Hank and Frankie

Barry can hardly believe it. The twins have finally arrived.

“They’re perfect,” Iris coos, gazing adoringly at their newborn babies, one cradled in each of her arms.

“Yeah, they are,” Barry says from his perch next to her, awe in his voice.

He is mesmerized. And happy. And grateful. And a little scared. But mostly mesmerized.

He and Iris made these two beautiful humans— it doesn’t seem real. But here they are, all 11 pounds of them, with dark hair and dark eyes framed by impossibly long lashes.

“I think they have your nose,” Iris says smiling.

“You think?”

Honestly he can’t really tell. Not that it matters. When Iris told him she was pregnant, he said he hoped their baby looked just like her and he meant it.

A couple weeks later, when the doctor informed them that they were expecting not one but two babies, he nearly passed out. Twins were not at all what he anticipated —they didn’t run in his or Iris’s family— but soon he couldn’t imagine life without them.

He greeted them each morning —with a sunny “Hi there! It’s your daddy,” while gently stroking Iris’s belly— and often read to them at night— all kinds of things: traditional children’s stories, holiday tales at Christmastime, scientific articles. The latter earned a quizzical look from Iris.

“The content isn’t as important as the process of prenatal reading,” Barry replied knowingly. “The time spent together and the soothing rhythm of familiar voices.”

He wonders if they recognize his voice outside the womb.

“Hi, there,” he whispers as he lifts their baby girl into his arms. “We’ve waited so long to meet you.”

“She needs a name. And so does he,” Iris says, turning back to the tiny boy in her embrace.

She and Barry have a few names picked out for both, but decided months ago that they’d make their final decisions once the twins were born.

“She looks like a Francine,” he declares, peering at their daughter’s sweet face.

“I agree,” Iris says, running a finger along their son’s silky cheek. “He looks like a Henry, don’t you think?”

“I do,” Barry replies, tearing up a bit as he thinks of his namesake.

“Hank and Frankie.”

“I like the sound of that,” Iris declares with a grin.

“Me too.”

A/N: 

So this drabble came about after a chat with @lazyexceptwhencooking. (Hey, dearie!) We were talking about Westallen and the Tornado Twins, and I was saying that Don and Dawn work in print, but wouldn’t really work on TV (too confusing). So I was thinking about name possibilities and came up with Hank and Frankie. They have similar sounds and can be short for Henry and Francine— names that honor Barry and Iris’s parents.

BTS ideal type vs What they need

Hobi

He’s someone who wants a quiet and smart girl, reading a book in the corner of the library, but knows just when to loosen up. She’ll be the perfect girl in his opinion, someone who doesn’t try hard, but still looks fabulous. She’s the type to always have a smile on her face, and be the perfect girl with everything in her bag. Not the type to be fragile. But still needs someone to care for them. She’s the girl who makes you turn your heads around, because she just looked too beautiful in that dress. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, her converse resting on her feet as she runs around.

  1. Looks
  • moderate height. 163-168
  • a little chubby. not a stick figure please
  • long black hair
  • the type to look good in a skater dress and high tops

     2.  Personality

  • not so loud
  • affectionate
  • caring
  • dependent
  • intelligent
  • yet somewhat childish

Originally posted by myloveseokjin



He might think he likes that girl in the corner with a book in her hands, but he couldn’t help but take his eyes off her. She is the center of attention. Not in a bad way, but rather because of her smile, her hyperness, talkativeness. In fact he would fit in so well with someone as hyper as him. But don’t get him wrong, the intelligent part is key here. He’s mentioned it a million times in all interviews on his preference of intelligence in a girl. So you know what dragged him to you? when he noticed you having a full fledged debate on whether or not Aristotle can be considered an economist. Don’t get him wrong though, he loves your smart side as much as he loves the childish one. but the appearance of your perverted jokes just makes his day. He needs someone to smile for him, especially when the days are hard.

  1. Looks
  • I think he’s right about the height, you need thee cute height difference girl.
  • chub chub chubby cheeks. he’d love to be able to come home and just pinch your cheeks.
  • TBH, as many times as he’s talked about looks, I don’t think anything would matter to him.
  • But **ahem** nice **ahem** assets **ahem** for this boy please. **ahem**

     2.  Personality

  • Loud, but not the dumb loud. More like I know what I am talking about so listen.
  • Intelligent. Its a must for him.
  • Sometimes childish. **ahem** Pervy **ahem** sexual jokes. **ahem**
  • Punny… you need to be punny. appreciate those puns.
  • Caring
  • independent, but can depend on him under different circumstances
  • someone who understands the impact of music and dance on his life.
  • Smiley Smiley!! 
  • someone who loves him.. and only him.

Originally posted by hobilu

I’m so sorry guys but I think i’ll always be bitter with Emma...

Because we had this incredible beautiful view of our baby Even

I mean look at him! omg the glasses, the clothes, the way he’s sitting, his hair, his effortless cool swagger. It was a gift from the gods. The music, the aesthetic, the perfection…must I go on? 

But then this happened…

and then this

and soon…

Emma made Even disappear. I just I can’t let this go. the only scene we had of sunglasses Even, and Emma cut it short with her blurry head 😭

Bonus:

Isak’s reaction to this cruelty

I don’t know who thought picking a fight with these two was a good idea, but seeing as Papyrus was involved, they’re probably locked in a shed right now thinking about what they’ve done

he’s just angry because they broke his battle body

I started drawing this hoping to answer questions like “what does Undyne look like with her hair down” and “how adorably scrawny is Paps really under that armor, being nothing but bones and all”, but I think I created more questions than I answered

how much magic does a monster have to use before they need to be patched up manually instead of healing themselves with magic

why does a skeleton get bruises and why are they orange

how do bruises even work re: magic beings who have no blood

how does Undyne pull off being beautiful and perfect always

where is the fine line between taking artistic liberties with a fictional race that just so happen to look like human skeletons, and just giving biology the finger, and additionally, will local biologists let me live to see another day in case it has been crossed

we just don’t know

9

The Romanov women who were celebrated as great beauties in their day:

Empress Elizaveta I Petrovna (1709-1762)

“She is a beauty the like of which I have never seen … an amazing complexion, glowing eyes, a perfect mouth, a throat and bosom of rare whiteness. She is tall in stature, and her temperament is very lively. One senses in her a great deal of intelligence and affability, but also a certain ambition.”


Empress Elizaveta Alexeievna (1779-1826)

“Her features were fine and even, and her face a perfect oval; her beautiful complexion was not high in colour but its delicacy was totally in keeping with her expression, one of angelic sweetness. Her fair ash coloured hair floated about her neck and forehead. She was dressed in a simple white tunic, gathered by a belt knotted simply around a waist slender as a nymph´s. This young woman appeared exactly as I have described her, standing against the backdrop of an appartment ornamented with classical columns and draped in pink and silver gauze; she looked so ravishing I cried out, “Psyche!” It was in fact Princess Elisabeth, wife of Alexander.” 


Empress Alexandra Fyodorovna (1798-1860)

“The Empress is a tall graceful figure … her little head beautifully set and her expression pleasing and features regular, her hands and arms beautifully shaped and an air of imperial dignity and grace I never saw before. Her dress was perfect - simple and of dazzling whiteness, with a necklace, fringe, drops, etc. that I can only compare to dark blue glass eggs for never did I see their like.”


Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna (1822-1892)

“The Grand Duchess Olga, the second of the emperor´s daughter, has no rival in beauty among the Princesses of Europe, an in this instance, flattery, in asserting her to be the loveliest girl in her father´s dominion, scarcely outstrips the truth.”

Grand Duchess Alexandra Iosifovna (1830-1911)

[Alexandra] loved the Russian extravangance and magnificence, which was entirely in keeping with her extraordinary beauty, her marvelous hair in particular. A few considred that she resembled Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, whose style of dress Sanny copied. All of Europe spoke of her astonishing jewels, of her pearl necklace, in which each pearl was the size of a nut. … [She] always took a passionate interest in anything which related to the beauty of other women. With typical feminine jealousy she would ask: “Who is the more beautiful, the Empress of Austria or I?” The Empress´s beauty was much praised, and the Grand Duchess Konstantin worried: “Is my hair as fine as the Empress´s? Don´t you think we have the same figure?”


Grand Duchess Elizaveta Fyodorovna (1864-1918)

“I like Ella very, very much. She is so feminine; her beauty is something I will never tire of. Her eyes are extraordinarily beautifully defined and her look is so calm and gentle. Despite her gentle nature and her shyness, one sense in her a certain self-assurance, a recognition of her own strength … [Her husband] was talking to me about his wife and he was enraptured by her, full of her praises.”

Princess Irina Alexandrovna (1895-1970):

“One day when I was out riding I met a very beautiful girl accompanied by an elderly lady. Our eyes met and she made such an impression on me that I reined in my horse to gaze at her as she walked on … [Another time] I had plenty of time to admire the wondrous beauty of the girl who was eventually to become my wife and lifelong companion. She had beautiful features, clear-cut as a cameo, and looked very like her father." 


Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna (1897-1918)

“She’s a grand princess from head to toe, so aristocratic and regal. Her face is pale matte, only the cheeks are slightly rosy, as if pink satin is trying to escape from just under her thin skin. Her profile is flawlessly beautiful, as if cut from marble by a great artist.  The widely set eyes provide uniqueness and originality to her face.”


Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna (1899-1918)

“Maria Nikolaevna can easily be called a Russian beauty. Tall, healthy, with sable eyebrows and a bright blush on her open Russian face, she is especially lovely to a Russian heart. You look at her and involuntarily imagine her dressed in the Russian boyar’s sarafan; snowy muslin sleeves around her hands; on the highly decorated bodice semi-precious stone; and above her white brow, a kokoshnik with the traditional pearls. Her eyes illuminate her entire face by a unique, radiant luster; they sometimes seem black as long eyelashes throw shadows over the bright blush of her soft cheeks.”

Joker imagine: He realizes that he’s in love

mcfadkaylala said:Hello lovely, I didn’t know if requests are still open but could you do an imagine where J finally realizes that he is in love with reader (female) and they make love for the first time, surprising reader? Thank youuu ❤❤❤

/Thanks for requesting! 


Originally posted by fandcm-world

Originally posted by want-your-kisses

WARNING: Dirty

Joker’s P.O.V.

Everything was perfect. We kidnapped our enemy that had sent threats to Y/N for weeks now. In the end we found out that it was a robber that also seemed to be a fucking pervert. We tied him to a chair in my torture room and there was a row of my armed henchmen making sure that Y/N was safe as she was allowed to take revenge.

I stood by the door and watched as she stepped into the room. Y/N was wearing a beautiful black dress and her black heels. Her hair was curled and she had her signature make-up look on, red lips and a smokey eye. She was extremely beautiful, it took my breath away.

We had been together for a few weeks now and it had been getting more serious lately. I really liked her and I was excited to see how mad she really was. Y/N was allowed to do whatever she wanted to him, her little torture toy.The man had a tape on his mouth and his eyes were covered with a blindfold, yet it was obvious that he was scared to death. His skin was sweaty and he was trembling a little.

‘’Well who do we have here?’’ She broke the silence and smiled so widely that we could see her pearly white teeth. She walked right in front of the man and tugged the blindfold aside so he could see who would probably kill him. I leaned against the wall and looked at my girl proudly. Suddenly the man yelled and tried to wiggle himself free, but it was useless. It made Y/N laugh at his desperate try to run away. He knew very well that Y/N knew who he was. 

‘’You’re not so tough anymore aren’t you?’’ Y/N snicked and walked to the side where she found a table with all kinds of torturing tools, knives, guns, needles, razors and things many couldn’t even name.I watched as the man gulped and tears started to roll down his ugly face as he saw that Y/N tried to choose something. ‘’Oh J you really picked out some good toys’’ She complimented me and looked into my eyes.

A strange feeling took over me as our eyes met. Her E/C ones were so full of joy and a sick twist, but also affection. My heart started to beat harder and I was surprised because I was nearly convinced that I didn’t have one. This feeling was so pure, somehow soft but scary. It came as soon as she looked at me nearly pulling me into this trance. 

‘’Well of course doll’’ I smiled and decided not to make things awkward by standing silently there. Y/N got back to work and I was left thinking about this feeling. 

I watched as she grabbed a sharp surgeon knife and then walked up to the man. ‘’Time to make you smile one last time’’ She whispered and so blood started to spill..


                Y/N had taken care of her business and in the end he bled to death. We walked out of the room and let my men clean up the mess. ‘’That was fun’’ She chirped and then sat down on the kitchen chair in our penthouse. I grabbed two wineglasses and put them on the kitchen island. ‘’I’m proud of you doll’’ I started and then poured red wine into the glasses. My gut told me to spit the words out. But I was nervous. 

On the other hand I had already made up my mind. So I handed her a glass and we cheered. ‘’I love you’’ I told her honestly and watched as she nearly dropped her glass in surprise. Her cheeks reddened and she seemed like she didn’t expect those words to leave my mouth. I meant it, I truly did. There was no way I could ignore it anymore. I loved Y/N.

‘’I love you too J’’ Y/N smiled and then put her glass down. Her words made me happy inside. Knowing that she felt the same way about me was just so refreshing and comforting. We were madly in love you could say. I stood up and put my hands on her lower back. She wrapped her arms around my neck and so I leaned closer to kiss her gently.

Her lips felt so good against mine. They were so soft and kissable. She pressed herself closer to me and kissed me deeper. The kiss tasted like wine, but I liked it and it seemed like she did as well. I pulled back and our eyes met. Her pupils were big and she looked hungry. We didn’t have to speak to know what was going to happen.I picked her up so her legs were around my waist and I held her by her bum. ‘’Make love to me’’She whispered into my ear so softly in made my heart flutter.

‘’I will darling..’’ I promised as we got into our bedroom. I shut the door with my leg and then I walked to the big bed. Y/N smiled as I placed her down and climbed above her smaller body. She started to unbutton my button up shirt with her sneaky little fingers. Soon enough it was on the floor and I was shirtless. I touched the hem of her short dress and dragged it up and got it off of her easily. I saw her body clearly as she lied there with only her lacy purple underwear. She seemed so fragile, like something very precious. I couldn’t hurt her.

‘’You’re so beautiful’’  I murmured softly and then pressed a kiss on her jaw. Y/N put her hands on my back and held onto me tightly as I started to kiss a path on her skin down to her boobs. Her skin was so soft. I couldn’t wait to make her feel good, make her feel my love that I thought couldn’t exist - but I was wrong. I pulled back and then slipped my hand under back to unclasp her bra. Thank lord it was strapless. Soon it was on the floor with my shirt and her dress. Y/N smiled at me and it made me happy that she was happy.

So I cupped her boobs softly to make turn her on a little more. A moan escaped her pretty lips as I played with her lovely tits. They were so round and soft, so fun to play with and she loved it. As I used my hands on them, I leaned down and kissed her stomach. Goosebumps appeared on her skin from the sudden touch. I planted kisses all over her until I felt like it was enough - for now. 

‘’I’ll be right back’’I promised and then got out of bed. Y/N rolled her finger in her hair and looked at me as I got rid of my pants. My cock was hardening for her ,but I was going to go gentle this time. I wanted to feel her, I wanted us to connect. I grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it on before I joined her back in the bed. She had taken off her undies while I wasn’t looking.

‘’Oh pretty you’ve got a pair of sneaky hands’’ I chuckled and then smiled. ‘’Learned from the best’’ She winked playfully and then licked her lips so sexily.Oh how perfect she was. It’s like she was flawless. My girl..

I positioned myself and then slowly pushed my length inside of her warm and welcoming walls. I looked into her eyes and didn’t dare to break our eye contact. Her lips turned into an ‘o’ shape as I entered her fully and stayed there so she could adjust. She felt fucking amazing around me. She was so soft and tight and wet. ‘’J’’ She breathed out and wrapped her arms my neck. Slowly I started to move, but not fastening the pace. ‘’I love you, I really do’’ I told her softly. Her eyes sparkled from joy and pleasure. ‘’I love you too’’ Y/N whispered and gently bucked her hips against mine.

It was a sign that she wanted more. I started to speed up a little bit and watched as her expression changed whenever I moved. She was so beautiful and the pleasure was so intense. It was a different kind of pleasure. It felt good, but this time I felt it so much closer. Our bodies were so close, we were one. Her hands held onto my shoulders tightly and her E/C eyes were directed into mine. Everything was more intense.

A moan rolled out of her mouth and it drove me crazy. I wanted to make her feel amazing, because she made me feel heavenly. ‘’Do you like that princess?’’ I cooed and hit the same spot inside of her again. She nodded and whimpered a ‘yes’. I kept rolling my hips the same way so she could feel as good as possible. 

It felt so good. She took me so well, almost like she was made for me. ‘’mmh doll..’’ I grunted out in pleasure. She smiled as she noticed me being taken by pleasure as well.I brought my hand down and lifted her leg a little so I got a better angle. Suddenly her eyes rolled to the back of her head and a loud moan escaped her plump lips. ‘’Yes J..’’ She cried out happily and encouraged me to keep thrusting from there. It felt so amazing. ‘’I’m close’’ She warned me and then bit her bottom lip hard. So was I.

‘’Look at me baby’’ I demanded with a soft voice. She gathered her strength and looked into my eyes. I leaned down to kiss her as I started to pound in and out of her harder to bring us both to our highs. Her hands held onto my tighter and she dug her nails into my skin, but I didn’t mind. Her marks made me proud. Just to make it better for her, I started to rub her clit with my left hand. She moaned into our kiss.

Then she came. Her walls tightened around me and her muscles tensed. It only pushed me to my own orgasm and I stopped thrusting. She was crying out my name, but my senses dulled out so I barely heard her. Pure pleasure was taking over my body. I filled the condom and whispered out her name as a thrilling feeling shook me. 

After gathering myself, I pulled out of her and took off the condom, throwing it in the bin. Our bodies were covered in sweat, giving us the after-sex glow. Y/N lied on the bed and hugged the pillow tightly. She was fucking gorgeous.

‘’You look like an angel’’ I let her know and then snuggled close to her, wrapping my arm around her to keep her right next to me. She nuzzled her face in the crook of my neck and for a moment I felt complete. I had my own angel in my arms.

i know it’s been like. half an hour max but uh,,,, here’s some alex headcanons

  • she’s beautiful and im sobbing. that’s not a headcanon i just needed 2 remind you all
  • CHAOTIC GOOD
  • cares too much about her hair,, gels it into a perfect pompadour every morning & fights ppl who try to squish the floof down 
  • (yes that kinda contradicts the official art but idc!!)
  • blitz makes her a chain mail sweater vest !!
  • speaking of sweater vests ,, wanted to grow up to become a professor (pottery, maybe!) one day before. yknow. he died :(
  • fav animal to turn into is a koala aww
  • when shes close to someone *cough* magnus she becomes a lot more affectionate & dare i say.. cuddly!!! than one would think she would be
  • she and sam are the best pair of sisters the world has ever seen!!!!!!!!!! soooooo much sisterly support and they only shout at each other occasionally!!!
  • magnus: “i’m so lucky, i’m the luckiest guy on the planet, i have a boyfriend AND a girlfriend” someone: “wait… is ur girlfriend alex okay with this?” someone else: “wait you have a girlfriend named alex?? i thought your boyfriend was named alex” magnus: “yes”
  • alex is actually really easily startled for someone so good in combat loooool just sneak up behind him and poke him in the side and he’ll screech and probably smack you
  • one time halfborn convinced her to turn into a bear and fight him to see if he could survive. alex won
  • a SOFTIE!!!!!!!! she’s such a SOFTIE!!!!!!!!!! don;t let his tough exterior fool u he actually cries at disney movies and once almost got hit by a car trying to save a stray cat and really truly cares for the emotional well-being of everyone around him
  • “executive function is for chumps,” she says, having eaten solely cheeto puffs for the past 2 days. doesn’t remember the last time she showered. it’s fun 
  • owns at least 20 “down with cis” shirts 

book!clary: look at isabelle. that hair, that sluty clothes, that body. im gonna hate her because she is prettier than me and im the only pretty girl who can get attention from guys here.

show!clary: look at izzy. she is so beautifully perfect from every aspect. im gonna compliment her all the time because i want the best for her and i also love and need her also i want to date her

things girls can wear that will make them look like goddess

     ♥ bikini top and shorts: gorgeous. a free summer fairy. probably has wet hair too. amazing.

     ♥ sweater with long sleeves: a cuddly bean. beautiful. +1000000 points if she has other cozy clothes. wonderful. she emits warmth and love. 

     ♥ a just a tshirt and underwear: wonderful!!!!! if these are her pj’s and she has just woken up it’s even better. 

     ♥ things with low backs: yes. gorgeous. bonus points if it’s a gown????? a goddess. 

     ♥ jeans. everyone looks good in jeans. you and you and you and you. every girl. they are all beautiful. 

     ♥ flowers or jewelry in her hair???? PERFECT. 

     ♥ anything. girls can wear anything and can and will look amazing. girls are really great. they are all beautiful. 

Jokers Daughter Imagine: Clown Without Make-up

Request: could you make a imagine where the joker’s daughter is sad because she think she’s boring, ugly and she’s not like harley and the joker tries makes her happy saying she’s perfect in her way? 💘 ((your imagines makes me soooooo happy!!! ❤))

@madllove thank you soooo much!

/////

You sat in your room at your dresser staring at your reflection. You poked and pulled at your skin and hair wishing it was clay you could mold. You looked down at your dresser, it was littered with all kinds and colors of make up and dozens of dirty makeup wipes. You tried everything and nothing felt right.

 The empty blue and pink eye shadow cases caught your eye. Every day since you were old enough to wear makeup you tried to do it like your mother. Harley always looked so perfect and beautiful. Sometimes you would just stare at her finely chiseled jaw line or gaze at your fathers high cheekbones. Whether they were going out to fight batman or going to the club they embodied the perfect physical form.

 Just thinking about it made you tear up. You wanted to look like them so badly. To have boys stare at you the way they did at Harley, to have people be intimidated like they were by the Joker. You tried to look in the mirror and give yourself a fake smile or anything but it wasn’t working. You couldn’t stare at the makeup anymore you could feel the anxiety building up. You slammed your hands on the dresser and threw all of it on the floor. It all scattered and stained your carpet and you collapsed next to it crying. You sat with your hands buried in your knees.

 There a loud bang on the other side of the house and you hears someone running down the hall. The pounding on the door started and you knew who it was. Part of you wanted him to come in and just hold you, but the other part of you that couldn’t stand to look at yourself in the mirror just wanted him to go. The door knob jiggled but you locked it for this reason.

“(y/n) whats going on? What were those noises?” Your father called through the door but you just ignored him and cried more. 

 Suddenly the door was kicked open and pieces of wood flew everywhere. The hinges were torn and the top corner of the door swung free. There the Joker stood, in his fine suit, gold jewelry, green hair, you thought about how you didn’t have the look and you never would. He saw you curled up with tears down your face. His expression turned from rage thinking someone was hurting you to worry.

 "Princess what’s wrong?“ He walked over and sat down next to you. You hid your face to avoid looking at him any longer. He noticed all the makeup destroyed next to you. "Oh what have you done to all the stuff I bought ya huh?” He tried to lift your chin up but you batted his hand away. He sat there stunned. 

 "So my hand is good enough to buy you all this stuff but not touch you?“ You heard the anger in his voice. 

 "Daddy it’s not like that." 

 "then please enlighten me princess, you scared the shit out of me when I heard all the commotion.” You felt his hand caress your hair. “And let me see your face so I can wipe away those tears." 

 "I don’t want to show you my face.” You protested. 

 "Well I’m telling you to so you’ll do it.“ 

 "I don’t even want to see it.” You said turning away from him to grab a tissue. You stared at the wall and wiped away the tears. 

 The Joker took a breath and let out a deep exhale and leaning back. He took another look at the makeup all over the floor and it all clicked for him. 

“Baby I don’t know what exactly is going on in that pretty head of yours but if it’s anything like what I’m thinking you better get it out." 

You laughed in a mocking way at him. "What are you going to do? Nothing can make me feel any worse than I do.” This was exactly why you locked the door. He could never understand what it felt like. The Joker never took his eyes off your hair he crept closer and put his hands on your shoulders. You tried to twist away but he held a firm grip. He turned you around to face him and kissed your forehead for what felt like a lifetime. 

 "I don’t want to make you feel worse. I want to make you happy.“ He said with a pained voice. 

 "Can you give me a new face?” You looked him dead in his eyes to show him how serious you were. 

 "You don’t need one.“ You opened your mouth to say something but he stopped you. "No no no you’re not fighting me. Why would you want to change the most beautiful and valuable thing in my life? In the world?” He ran his finger tips over your cheeks and lips and tuck your hair behind your ear. “Ask me anything else in the world and I’ll give it to you. But I can’t give you what you already have." 

 You wanted to cry at the thought of his words being genuine but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it. "You’re just saying that because you have to. You can’t say I’m pretty like mommy.” He let out another deep shy followed by a laugh. “You think it’s funny?” You asked him annoyed. 

 "You know who you’re askin right?“ The tension in your stomach broke and you smiled. "Ah see that’s what I like. Your mother doesn’t have that." 

 You looked up at him confused. "Have what?" 

 "When you smile you never half ass it. It’s always full showing all your teeth. No matter how bad the joke is. Ya know your mom does those half smiles. Does that make her less beautiful?" 

 ”…No I guess it doesn’t.“ 

 "Your mom doesn’t have hair that naturally curls at the end or eye lashes that are full without mascara. But she’s still gorgeous isn’t she?” For the first time you didn’t feel like crying thinking about your looks. 

 "You notice all that stuff?“ You looked up at him with a gleam of adoration that made his heart beat faster. 

 "Princess I notice every little detail about my girls. The good and the flaws but the thing is that they’re all perfect. It makes my girls my girls do you see?” He raised his eye brows and bobbed his head in a teasing manner pretending to be disciplining you.

 "I’ll still never look like mommy though, but I want to.“ 

 "No. You’ll look like you. Which is better because it’s you.” You felt the ache in your stomach disappear. “Besides how would I tell you guys apart if you looked the same?” He grinned at you seeing you feel better each second. 

 You stood up off the floor and sat back down in front of the mirror. You didn’t feel a need to poke at your skin, instead you just wanted to stare. The Joker stood up and looked in the mirror next to you. 

 "The only reason your looks would be bad is because you could lose track of time admiring.“ He kissed your cheek before heading towards the broken door. "Now princess” he said back to his usual tone “I’ll fix my mess if you fix yours.” He waved his finger at the makeup before cackling his way back to his room. 

You sat there and for the first time in your life smiled back at yourself. Something still wasn’t quite right though. You stood up and ran out of your room following the path your father took. You saw him standing at the bar ready to take a sip of his drink and pounced at him hugging his back and rested your head on him. The contents of his drink went flying out of the glass and he smirked over his shoulder. 

 "Oh I just can’t win can I.“ You both laughed as he turned around and embraced you.