The Joker was the one that started
calling you “The Twins”; first as a joke, just to tease you and Frost, but then it
became the nickname that defined your relationship in Gotham’s underworld and
not only. You are inseparable and heavens help the person trying to hurt either
one of you because it won’t end up well.
“I wonder what happened here,” J
grins, slowly walking around and kicking the bloody corpses on the floor with
the tip of his shoe. “Good thing we didn’t come to the meeting, huh Frost?” he
addresses the henchman walking by his side.
“Yes, sir. I’m glad you didn’t trust
the location, something definitely went down.” Jonny stops in his tracks,
noticing a faint movement from one of the bodies right in front of him. “Boss,
I think someone is still alive,” he makes The Joker aware, hovering over to take
a better look.
You open your eyes, barely being able
to focus on the face floating on top of you. It hurts all over.
“Move it, Frost! We’re not on a
rescue mission here,” J orders, passing by and continuing to head towards the
Jonny wants to step away but you
gather all your strength and grab his leg, wheezing:
“Don’t…don’t leave me…here.”
“What the hell, Frost?! I said let’s
go!!!!” J turns around and gets annoyed seeing Jonny in the same spot.
whisper and lose consciousness, your hand going limp in the pool of blood next
“Oh my God, seriously?!” The Joker
cracks his neck, rolling his eyes when he notices his henchman ignoring the
instruction. “Everyone, I SAID OUT! Clear the place in 5!” he barks at all the
other goons and walks out of the warehouse because he has better things to do
than dealing with whatever the hell happened inside that building.
He goes to the front of one of the
vans they came with, impatient to drive away and getting ready to create some chaos
around Gotham tonight.
“Are you deaf?! Put her down!” J
yells at Frost when he notices you in his arms while he struggles to get in the
back of the car.
“I know who she is, sir; I thought she
“I don’t care, drop her or I’ll blow
your brains out!”
“It’s Y/N, Mister J, the one we use
for our code red,” Frost continues at
his own risk, hoping to make his boss change his mind, already pulling your
“The sniper?!” he suddenly asks,
intrigued by the situation. He never saw you before in person, he just hires
your services when he needs someone killed and it’s too risky to do it himself.
Frost briefly met you a few times before because he is the main one dealing
with his boss’s business.
“Yes, sir, her. If she doesn’t die,
we can use her again, you know she never misses,” Jonny bluffs, not really
knowing why he feels the urge to save you.
“I couldn’t care less if she lives or
die, we can find someone else. But since…” and J starts talking louder,
irritated,” …you apparently have her in the van, we’ll take her with us. You’re
pissing me off!!!!” he growls, adjusting his body in the seat, trying not to explode;
if Frost wasn’t so useful he would be dead by now for insubordination.
Jonny doesn’t answer since he is
already walking on very, very thin ice…again.
“Relax, woman, I’m not here to kill
you,” J smirks, watching you stumble to the far side of the bedroom in your tank
top and shorts, looking for something to defend yourself with. You were
completely out for the last 2 days, you just woke up and saw The Clown Prince
of Crime himself staring you down and panicked. “Are you looking for this?” he
balances your gun on his finger, letting it drop on your pillow. “Here, you can
have it back. It’s not loaded, of course,” he admits.
“W-where am I , Mister J?” you pant,
recognizing your famous employer and holding your side, feeling the fresh wound
bleeding through the bandages. You have 4 more gun wounds in your body but you
are well patched up.
“So you’re Y/N, hm?” he puckers his
lips, not answering your question. “Hey, Frosty, your girlfriend’s awake!!!” he
opens the door, calling out for him. Then he turns towards you again, gazing at
the blood leaking through your fingers from that nasty lesion you try to cover.
“You’d better hurry up before she passes out!” J chuckles, observing you strain
to keep your balance.
Your vision is getting cloudy but you
still spot the man that saved you, aware of whom he is:
“…Jonny Frost,” you kind of smile, collapsing
on your knees.
“Go help her, knight in shining
armor,” The Joker maliciously commands,” …before she bleeds all over my Goddamn carpet!”
Something definitely clicked right
with the two of you. You never really spoke before or spent more than a few
minutes together, but that changed once Frost decided to save you that day and
take care of you until you got better. The King of Gotham kept you in his
service when he found out you have more skills than he thought; he certainly
needs experienced people around him. As the months went by, you proved your
worth on numerous occasions and now you are one of the two personal bodyguards
Mister J has. Yes, you and Frost are assigned the important task of keeping an
eye on him all the time, even two when you can spare them.
The Joker was the one that started
calling you “The Twins”; first as a joke, just to tease you two, but then it
became the nickname that defined your relationship in Gotham’s underworld and
not only. You are inseparable and heavens help the person trying to hurt either
one of you because it won’t end up well.
From time to time your boss likes to
be sassy and complain (actually, he is always sassy and complains):
“If you two are half loyal to me as
you are two each other, I think I’ve hit the jackpot here, yes?” he sucks on
his silver teeth, waiting for a reply but you are quiet. Great, he is in one of his moods again.
J looks at you and taps his cane on
the marble table, continuing:
“Is it true love?” he taunts, licking
“Huh?” you ask, confused.
“IS. IT. TRUE.LOVE?” he repeats, not letting go. Mister J can be sooo obnoxious, doesn’t have
a reputation for nothing.
“Might as well be,” you reply without
blinking in a feisty tone since you are a bit annoyed, hoping he won’t
distinguish it with the laud background music in the club. You are lucky he didn’t.
“Did the idiot even kiss you yet?”
and that evil sparkle in his blue eyes makes you answer in a heartbeat:
“It’s not like that, sir!”
“Is he blind to your, um…
charms?” He sure likes to push it,
knowing there is nothing you can do about it.
Would you stop it? you think, not in the mood for his interrogation.
“Like I said, it’s not like that,
“Did he ever try to kiss you?”
Really?! Just drop it!
“No, because I am sure he doesn’t
want a black eye!” you mumble, still calm since you have no option.
“Oh, your Twin is here,” The Joker
puts his feet up on the table, amused to death when Jonny steps inside the VIP
room. “Y/N here tells me you never tried to kiss her, Jonny boy. True or false?”
One look at your face and Frost
knows: Fuck, he’s in one of his moods
“True; I don’t want a black eye,
sir.” The swift, cheeky response makes your boss laugh with that insane,
cracked, raspy voice that doesn’t make you cringe anymore, but it used to.
“I’ll be damn, you even read each
other’s minds! It is true love,” he
gasps, entertained to antagonize you. “How old are you, Doll?”
Why does he want to know this now?!
“Frosty too! You are indeed twins; it
was meant to be,” he winks at both of you, snickering.
“Jonny’s 39, sir!” you cut his
enthusiasm, pissed and fighting to conceal it.
“My, my, my, pardon me. Since I am
not the one you guys share your secrets with, I only know bits and pieces,” J
ironically scoffs, not happy at your correction. “Guess what, I have an
assignment for you,” he switches gears and it’s so like him to do so.
The mission was a fiasco because the
explosives went off sooner than expected and Frost got injured, prompting you
to abandon the plan and return to the hideout, facing a very dissatisfied
Your boss is livid and charges
towards you, wanting to probably hit you, but Jonny steps in front of you. Even
if he’s covered in cuts and bruises, he won’t stay idle at his boss’s lashing.
“Step aside!” he hisses through his
clenched jaw, unnerved his henchman dares to stay in his way.
“It wasn’t her fault,” Frost insists
and you pull on his jacket, signaling him to cut it out.
“Who’s fault was it then, hm? I wanted those guns and now I don’t have
them. Who’s responsible? I sent The Twins to deal with it!” he fumes, pointing
“It was a mistake, Mister J, it won’t
happen again,” you walk from behind your friend, speaking up. “We’ll be more
“You better be or I’ll finish you
both myself!” he threatens, storming out of the office, slamming the door so
hard one of the glass ornaments on the wall falls down, shattering to pieces.
“Jerk!” you mumble, placing Frost’s
hand around your neck so he can lean on you. “Let’s take you to your room, I
need to take care of your injuries.”
You are afraid your boss will
retaliate and you decide to sleep in Jonny’s bedroom at the hideout,
guarding him all night after he passed out, exhausted from the crappy day and
In early morning J sneaks inside
because he needs the map that Frost keeps on his desk (he never cares for
privacy) and realizes you are curled up in bed by your best friend with a gun
in your right hand and a knife in the other, finally asleep also. That irks
Do they really think they could protect themselves if I really wanted to
kill them?! He tils
his head to the side, rolling the paper he came for. He hears the gun click
behind him and he doesn’t turn around for a few seconds.
“I wouldn’t do that, Y/N,” he sighs and faces you, watching you lower the gun
with a wild expression on your face. “You are fortunate I need my Twins, but
you are NOT irreplaceable, got it?” he sniffles, surprising you by leaving
without further action.
“What was that?” Frost mumbles,
barely opening one eye.
“Nothing, go back to sleep, I got
you.” He does as told, knowing you mean it; he wouldn’t really trust anybody
else with his safety.
A few more months pass by and after
numerous missions you finally have time to relax for the night. You plan to use
the indoor pool like you always do when there is nobody left at the hideout.
You like to go swim naked and enjoy the solitude for a few hours. You wouldn’t
know, but a few times you thought you were the only one left there, The Joker
was actually present, hidden by darkness, watching you float in the water,
humming songs to yourself. He wasn’t necessarily spying on you, but since only
the dim lights from the pool were on and you didn’t see him, he decided not to
say anything. It wasn’t a bad view anyway.
You walk the long hallway without
your clothes on, playing with your long hair, anticipating the nice time you
will have. Your Twin was sent to deal with a few new possible business partners
and probably will be gone for the rest of the night. You are deep in thought
and almost at the edge of the pool when you finally snatch a towel and stop,
“Oh,” escapes your lips when you see
J inside the pool, resting his chin on the crossed arms he placed on the tiles
reel, analyzing you. “Um, I didn’t know you’re here, sir.”
“So what if I am? This is my hideout.
What, are you gonna be shy now and bail?” he mocks you, ready to have some fun
on your expense since you seat there naked and vulnerable. Yeah, no, he doesn’t really know you.
“I’m never shy!” you drop the towel
closer to the edge, getting in the water and swimming right in front of him.
“That’s good, I would hate for you to
miss on the fun because of me,” he still tries to make you uncomfortable without
“No worries, I’m not,” you get even
closer to prove you don’t care you’re there both…naked, apparently. And you really don’t care.
“Say Doll,” and he takes your arms,
wrapping them around his neck and keeping them there, really wanting to
ridicule you but you have no weird reaction: you don’t try to flee or avert
your eyes. “How come you don’t talk to me too much? I’m your boss.”
“You never ask me anything, Mister J,”
you tell the truth, not intimidated by his enquiry.
“What’s your favorite color?” The Joker
randomly asks, truly desiring to fluster you. Yeah, he wishes. Maybe if he would have taken the time to talk to you
more like Frost does, he would know you better.
“Red,” you fastly reply, curious to
see where this is leading.
“No, it’s green,” he scoffs.
“Red!” you narrow your eyes.
“It’s green!” he points out with one
finger towards his hair.
“Red!” you insist, pointing at your
bright red hair.
“You’re annoying, Y/N. I like you better
when you don’t say anything.”
You smile but The Joker continues:
“So, who is your favorite person
among all these fine people working in our little enterprise here, hm?”
“Frost!” you declare without
hesitation and he bites his lip.
“No, it’s me, I’m the boss and
“It’s Frost, sir,” you reply, persistent
in your stubbornness. Why does he think
he can make you agree with everything he says?!
“It’s Frost,” you start to laugh when
he pushes you away.
“Get out of my pool!” he grumbles,
watching you swim away and obeying his request.
You get out and take your
towel, stepping away.
“Who’s your favorite, Y/N?” he tries
one more time, not wanting to admit things didn’t go according to his little
“FROST!” you answer over your
“You’re fired!” he splashes the water
around, starting to float .
“No, I’m not, you need your Twins,
“FIRED!” and you let him have the last word because you
don’t want to push it too much.
After half a year or so, your best
friend almost got killed because of Mister J. Your boss sent him on a wild
goose chase inside Arkham Asylum- he strongly believed they have some
new secret rooms built in the basement and he needed to know for sure. Jonny
and the other boys didn’t find anything but it was rough as hell to get out of
there alive. You weren’t allowed to go on this mission because J “wanted to
protect you”, whatever that
means in his mind, and it deeply disturbed you when you almost lost your Twin.
** You tiptoe on the dark corridor,
undressed because you want to go for a swim, when you change your mind and run
back to your room, grabbing your knife and creeping in J’s quarters. It’s only
you and him at the hideout. You left Frost at his apartment after the ordeal
last night; he definitely needs to rest properly following sweep-the - place-for-nothing
Arkham stupid task.
The Joker is a light sleeper so he
senses your movement, distinguishing your shape in the blackness as soon as he
opens his eyes. He hears you whimper.
“What’s wrong, Y/N? Did something happen?”
he lifts his head from the pillow and you don’t reply, you just step on the
bed, dropping on top of him, panting. He gets the wrong idea when he realizes you’re
naked. “Where were you last night, hm? You never showed up! Nobody makes me
wait, Princess, not even one of The Twins,” he purrs, sliding his hands down your
“I waited for Jonny,” you whisper and
he doesn’t have time to react when the sharp blade pierces the pillow, barely
grazing his cheek without cutting it. He
didn’t notice it. “If he gets murdered because of you, better make sure I’m
dead too because I will kill you!!!”
“Are you kidding me?!” he slaps your side,
grunting under your weight when you unexpectedly pin his hands above his head,
upset and not giving a damn about the consequences. “Don’t make me mad, Doll,”
he menaces, not knowing if he wants to grant your dying wish yet. “Let go, NOW!”
He senses the tears falling on his
chest and you release him, ready for his reaction, whatever it may be; you just
couldn’t help it.
But he doesn’t do anything; he seats under
your body in complete silence and so do you. The Joker finally pulls the knife
out of his pillow and takes it to your throat, nipping your skin and you don’t
defend yourself at all, even if you are capable to do so.
“Don’t ever do shit like this again,
do you hear me?” he grinds his silver teeth, really feeling pissed. You could
have easily ended him and he didn’t see it coming, that’s what’s aggravating
him the most. “DO. YOU. HEAR. ME?” he emphasizes the words, cutting your flesh
a bit more.
“Yes, I hear you,” you move your head
backwards, distancing a notch from the blade.
“I told you before: I need my Twins,
but you are not irreplaceable, woman!” He tosses the knife on the floor and you
get up, gulping, wanting to go when he stops you. “I didn’t say you can leave!”
“I don’t want to be here anymore,”
you admit, holding your throat, feeling warm blood on your fingers.
“I don’t care, you’re the one that came
in the first place!” J snaps at you, yanking your fingers away from your cut. “Let
me see,” he leans over and turns on the lamp, inspecting the wound he inflicted
on you. “You’ll live, no worries, doesn’t look that bad.” He wipes the blood, then
cleans his hands on the sheet. “And stop crying, your Twin is fine! Sometimes I
wonder if you’re his girl or mine. After tonight’s events, I really don’t
know which is which,” he grouchily moves you off him, and you slide on your knees,
reaching for a tissue that you use to wrap your neck with for a few seconds
before changing it with a clean one.
“I said you can’t leave!” J keeps you
on the bed when you try to get up again. “You have to make it up to me; I didn’t
kill you so you owe me!”
“I didn’t kill you either so we’re
even,” you defy him, covering your breasts with your long hair, taking another
tissue out of the box. He moves your hair away, switching his position to a
more comfortable one closer to you.
“Don’t tell me you’re suddenly shy!”
he points out, gesturing you to come by him.
“I’m never shy,” you reply, already
in a bad mood and startled after all that happened in the last couple of days.
“Keep it that way,” he snarls when
you cuddle next to him, looking at each other with a mixture of hate, relief
and who knows what else. “Here, I’ll hold it,” he offers to keep the tissue in
place and his fingers go around your neck:
“I could break it right now!”
“Jonny will avenge me,” you calmly
answer, confident he really would.
“You damn Twins, I created a monster,”
he pecs on your lips, tightening his grip but not strong enough to make you choke.
true love,” you repeat what he always teases you and Frost with, closing your
“Probably, I’m starting to get jealous,”
he whispers, shrieking the words.
“Don’t be, Mister J, The Clown Prince
of Crime can’t afford that,” you place your head on his chest with his fingers still
clenched on the tissue around your neck.
“Stop being sassy, Y/N, or Frost will
have to try and revenge your death in the morning!”
“Yes, sir…” you agree, smiling to
yourself, not being afraid of his threats. Your Twin will always have your back.
Requested by @deadpools-babe “Hey~! I love the story you made with the Jester and Joker. You really do great in your works!!! It’s truly amazing. I was wondering if you could make one where the reader’s done with Jokers bullshit so she lets herself be taken to Belle Reve and she even gave them points to strengthen the security so J won’t be able to take her back. I would also love a part 2 on Jester x Joker. If you don’t mind. Love ya toots!
A/N: I hope this is okay, it’s a bit longer then I originally planned XD Some parts are referenced from the novel~
Warnings: Violence, Slight swearing, Death.
“That’s it,” you growled.
You paced through the apartment you shared with the notorious criminal of Gotham. Your eyes were narrowed and you were close to pulling out your hair. It took a lot for you to fight the urge to scream. Your heels echoed off the walls of the quiet room as you continued to pace. Here you were, alone. How many spent hours had you spent getting ready, and for what? To just get stood up.
You glanced back at the little purple note that you’d been given by one of J’s men. You picked it up and ripped it into millions of pieces, throwing them to scatter over the surface of the floor. This had been happening far too often. If pissing around with Batman was more important to that clown, then so be it. You grabbed your jacket and pulled it on.
Picking up a piece of paper, you left him a note of your own, leaving it on one of the tables as you passed through the doors of the apartment.
You were like a siren, luring men to their death. Your job was simple really, you seduced men and tricked them into thinking there was no issue between them and J. Most men were easy enough, give them a drink, show a little skin here and there and convince them to come back to J’s club with you. You knew once you delivered these men J would kill them, but you never stuck around to watch.
You were the key piece in Mister J’s game, and you never lost. Tonight however, was presenting itself as a challenge. You circled the man sitting in the leather black chair batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke. “Mister J is growing impatient Nick, he wants his money.” Nick remained calm, and surprisingly so as he spoke. “He doesn’t want my money sweetie, he wants my head. There’s a reason they call you the angel of death.” You bent over resting your hands against the chair on either side of Nick. "We both know that if Mister J wanted you dead, you’d be dead already.“ Nick let out a small laugh. "You have a reputation y/n, you collect men and lead them to the slaughter. How does a girl like you end up working jobs like this anyway?” You stood back a serious expression now plastered on your face. “A girl like me has bills to pay, and in this field I have to do very little to get paid a lot of money.” The grin never left his face. “You may be able to fool other men with that sweet smile and sexy charm, but today you go back to Joker empty handed.” You walked toward Nick and snaked your arm around his shoulder. “Aw come on Nick, just come back to the club with me and we can work this all out.” Nick stood up from his seat and proceeded to walk to the door. “It’s a death trap and I’m not walking into it.” And with that he left you alone in the back room. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. J was gonna be pissed.
You returned to J’s club without Nick and headed to his office. You knew he would be angry that you didn’t deliver. You had never before returned to the club empty handed and you expected nothing less than to pay the price for it, what that price was however you weren’t sure. You stood outside J’s office preparing for the worst. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. J’s right hand man Frost greeted you from the other side. “Y/n.” You faked a confident smile and addressed him as you walked past. “Hiya Frostie.” J looked up from his desk with a smile on his face when he heard your voice. “Ah, y/n, have ya got a present for me?” Your smile faltered a bit. “Not exactly Mister J, he uh, um. I couldn’t get him to come back with me. He knows you want him dead J.” J’s smile faded and was replaced by a look of seriousness. “Are you losing your touch y/n? Perhaps you’re not as valuable as you use to be.” J stood up from his desk. “Please J, I haven’t lost anything, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve and I can get him here.” J walked toward you and your heart began to race. He ran one hand down your shoulder before he spoke. “I suggest you use those tricks then doll, I’d hate to see a pretty little thing like you laying dead in a gutter somewhere.” You shuttered at the thought. “I’ll bring him to you J I swear.” J’s smile returned. “That’s my girl."
J walked back to his desk and pulled out a gun from one of the drawers and held it out to you. "Take this doll, you’re gonna need it.” A look of confusion spread across your face. “U-um why would I need it?” J cocked his head to the side. “You see doll, I’m afraid I’m a bit busy this evening and since you couldn’t deliver to me sooner you’re just gonna have to finish the job yourself.” J tried to put the gun in your hand but you pulled away. “Killing wasn’t part of my contract J.” J grabbed your hand and forced the gun inside of it as he spoke. “And if you read the fine print you would know that you do what I say when I say it.” His grip was tight around your wrist. You shook your head. “I won’t do it.” J grabbed both your shoulders and lowered his voice. “You’ll kill this man or I’ll have Frost kill you.” J released you and began to walk away. You felt yourself becoming angry and couldn’t stop the words as they poured out of your mouth. “I told you from the beginning I won’t kill people!” J turned around and faced you again but remained silent as you continued. “I have always delivered. Do you know the things I’ve had to do to get some of these men to walk to their death freely!? Do you think it’s easy to do what I do!? Easy would be putting a bullet in their brain but I can’t bring myself to do such an awful thing! You want him dead J? Do it yourself!” You raised the gun that was still in your hand almost involuntarily and pointed it at J. What were you doing, you just went completely bat shit insane on mister J. You expected to be dead in seconds but instead J let out his famous laugh and lunged for you, knocking the gun from your hand. He had you pinned against his desk and your anger turned to fear as J spoke. “My. My. My. Quite a mouth you’ve got.” J’s fingers were firmly wrapped around your throat but caused you no discomfort. “I’ve never seen this side of you before y/n. I like it.” J ran his tongue over his silver teeth and let out a low growl. His hand left your neck and fell on your jaw pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You were shocked at first but J pulled you closer to him and kissed you more deeply. You were breathless, a few minutes ago you were sure this man was going to kill you, but now his soft lips are pressed against yours and you didn’t want it to end. J pulled away wearing a wide grin. “How would you like a promotion doll?”
As young black men, we know that moment when we’re dealing with a police officer…just like Oscar Grant, where you’re dealing with a police officer who’s on a power trip and it’s like….you can see from their mannerism, it’s like ‘oh yo this can go bad real quick’ and you know that feeling. So I allowed myself to…instead of blocking it, I allowed myself to feel that with the Mike Brown situation, and I got so scared, and I got so mad.
J. Cole on Oscar Grant, Eric Garner, and watching Mike Brown being killed by the police