the joker fanfiction

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Went and saw the Lego Batman movie tonight and it was so good. It was so good you guys it was so GOOD

(Joker x Reader) Masterlist

I got asked for an updated MASTERLIST so here you go darlings:

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/149663674056/the-joker-x-reader

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/149726795196/the-joker-x-reader-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/149886152421/the-joker-x-reader-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/150118262261/the-joker-x-reader-4-part-1-read-part-2-here

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/150368518196/the-joker-x-reader-4-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151071022441/the-joker-x-reader-4-how-it-all-started-p

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/150411337196/the-joker-x-reader-5

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/150942517121/the-joker-x-reader-6

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151158850381/the-joker-x-reader-7-in-vegas-warning-some-smut

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/150244352366/the-joker-reader-the-purple-coat

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/149923634976/jared-leto-the-joker-x-reader

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151280600686/the-joker-x-reader-8

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151416246506/the-joker-x-reader-9-part-1

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151783396461/the-joker-x-reader-9-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151598452861/the-joker-x-reader-10-pranking-frost-and-make-him

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151909343336/the-joker-x-drunk-reader

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152091639306/the-joker-x-reader-the-memo

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152145687921/the-joker-x-reader-your-day

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152334403196/the-joker-x-reader-spice-it-up

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152588032206/the-joker-x-reader-happy-birthday

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152717294681/the-joker-x-reader-past-life

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/152758968286/the-joker-x-pregnant-reader

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153717572186/the-joker-x-pregnant-reader-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153022773056/the-joker-x-reader-missing-in-action

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151876494011/the-joker-x-dead-reader

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153114111426/the-joker-x-dead-reader-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153403523346/the-joker-x-reader-breaking-point

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153940827191/the-joker-x-reader-dont-get-me-started

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153980061476/the-joker-x-reader-best-friends

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154313934181/cheating-joker-x-reader-go-figure

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154583017601/the-joker-x-reader-frenemy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154759609421/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154843339491/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155843198391/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157309899671/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost-part-4

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154909624206/drunk-joker-x-drunk-reader-double-the-trouble

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155111386826/the-joker-x-reader-dirty-details

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155222751071/the-joker-x-reader-the-beginning-of-the-end

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155242410171/the-joker-x-reader-love-at-first-sight

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155336021531/the-joker-x-reader-play-pretend

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155431527926/the-joker-x-reader-forgive-and-forget

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155519803221/the-joker-x-reader-valentines-day

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155889891456/the-joker-x-reader-once-upon-a-time

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/155983802711/the-joker-x-reader-catch-and-release

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156075777011/dead-joker-x-reader-the-last-goodbye

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156162705436/the-joker-x-reader-the-wedding

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156476519621/the-joker-x-reader-x-harvey-dent-one-of-us

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156567056516/the-joker-x-reader-baby

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156616647936/the-joker-x-reader-daddy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156770671581/the-joker-x-reader-broken

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/156816005206/the-joker-x-reader-ministry-of-villainy-and

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157074791641/the-joker-x-reader-related

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157386434176/the-joker-x-reader-mrs-frost

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157671205811/the-joker-x-reader-how-to-make-a-baby

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157974482931/the-joker-x-reader-devil

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/158015515571/the-joker-x-reader-how-to-make-your-girl-happy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/158446012316/the-joker-x-reader-the-jokers-widow

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/158504024046/the-joker-x-reader-smarty-pants

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/158770758176/the-joker-x-reader-old-habits

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/158821826156/the-joker-x-reader-job-application

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159097087871/the-joker-x-reader-ellis

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159217939576/the-joker-x-reader-note-to-batsy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159361282561/the-joker-x-reader-the-twins

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159405758976/the-joker-x-reader-mini-monster-in-training

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159554293966/the-joker-x-reader-5-minutes

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159582772771/the-joker-x-reader-apart

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159814948431/the-joker-x-reader-without-wings

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/159886654301/the-joker-x-reader-i-love-you

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160137988386/the-joker-x-reader-forgotten

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160182961246/the-joker-x-reader-grandpa

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160324852531/the-joker-x-reader-how-to-be-a-dad

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160396123751/the-joker-x-reader-sally

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160572520001/the-joker-x-reader-auntie-d

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160687002531/the-joker-x-reader-see-no-evil

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160826098361/the-joker-x-reader-the-red-queen

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/160890637211/the-joker-x-reader-operation-broken-twig

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161143650396/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161379886591/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161645099431/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161939830531/the-joker-x-reader-french-fries

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161996714651/the-joker-x-reader-the-other-shadow

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162135072046/the-joker-x-reader-gone

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162692143711/the-joker-x-reader-obsession

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162770482096/the-joker-x-reader-yuki

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162932247661/the-joker-x-reader-cursed

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/162997401806/the-joker-x-reader-gotham-villains-awards

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/163512307211/the-joker-x-reader-what-makes-you-happy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/163848492136/the-joker-x-reader-the-one-you-love-the-most

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164072432286/the-joker-x-reader-the-promise

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164128124236/the-joker-x-reader-the-promise-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164355559106/the-joker-x-reader-no-names

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164854110621/the-joker-x-reader-no-names-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165414584036/the-joker-x-reader-no-names-part-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164393181696/the-joker-x-reader-gothams-gift-to-women

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164497081671/the-joker-x-reader-dna-required

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/164963996396/the-joker-x-reader-favorite-villain

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165108338856/the-joker-x-reader-kitty

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165601888846/the-joker-x-reader-middle-life-crisis

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165635303216/the-joker-x-reader-the-angel-of-death

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165680348301/the-joker-x-reader-getting-married

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165878104516/the-joker-x-reader-mother

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/165961172986/the-joker-x-reader-dont-do-that

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166153658936/the-joker-x-reader-the-black-plague

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166451510891/the-joker-jared-leto-x-reader-trick-or

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166560399206/the-joker-x-reader-the-silver-demon

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166648329271/the-joker-x-reader-the-new-girlfriend

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166701087326/the-joker-x-reader-25-signs-the-joker-is-into

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/166889332871/the-joker-x-reader-13-hints-the-joker-wants-a

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/167140065986/the-joker-x-reader-the-wedding-ring

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/167345949196/the-joker-x-reader-10-things-the-joker-randomly

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/167649352871/the-joker-x-reader-mommy

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/168596488896/the-joker-x-reader-mommy-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/169141156101/the-joker-x-reader-mommy-part-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/169915380176/the-joker-x-reader-mommy-part-4

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/170742936486/the-joker-x-reader-mommy-part-5

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/167895835841/the-joker-x-reader-the-birthday-present

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/168105884331/the-joker-x-reader-stay

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/168342446856/the-joker-x-reader-deadpool

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/170174747921/the-joker-x-reader-deadpool2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/168883642766/the-joker-x-reader-unexpected

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/168950963986/the-joker-x-reader-one-of-the-kind

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/170257661806/the-joker-x-reader-guilty

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/170471817236/the-joker-x-reader-the-end-of-the-world

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/171004866946/the-joker-x-reader-emma

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/171257266111/the-joker-x-reader-emma-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/171747631841/the-joker-x-reader-the-answer-is-no

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/171989540591/the-joker-x-reader-monsters

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/172214766201/the-joker-x-reader-take-it-back

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/172463408186/the-joker-x-reader-the-matchmaker

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/173166665121/the-joker-x-reader-the-matchmaker-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/173366608741/the-joker-x-reader-10-things-the-joker-hates

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/173406249786/the-joker-x-reader-the-devils-wings

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/173792108166/the-joker-x-reader-the-eiffel-tower

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/173850954856/the-joker-x-reader-to-do-list

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/174072893236/the-joker-x-reader-to-the-moon-and-back

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/174286634671/the-joker-x-reader-x-deadpool-15-things-the-joker

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/174779469906/the-joker-x-reader-curse-of-the-villain

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/174987847331/the-joker-x-reader-the-work-wife

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/175895930356/the-joker-x-reader-the-work-wife-part-2

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/176647779686/the-joker-x-reader-the-work-wife-part-3

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/176899484736/the-joker-x-reader-the-work-wife-part-4

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/177402280921/the-joker-x-reader-the-work-wife-part-5

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/175423807071/the-joker-x-reader-the-god-of-chaos

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/175703030416/the-joker-x-reader-the-shadow-within-part-1

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/177920419051/the-joker-x-reader-secrets

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Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor

Originally posted by evaalterrr

omg i got so excited at it i can’t even….. ugh. not only because i got an another request but also because this is an amazing idea and i’m in love with this, i think i need to change some things that were a little unclear to me but i hope you will like it anyway

sorry if it’s too short to your liking, & please let me know what you think
REQUESTS ARE  O P E N

PART TWO


[Y/N] was a pretty 15 year old girl, who liked spending her free time in her dad’s work. Jim Gordon’s work. She’d go there everyday after school.


She wanted to work at the GCPD in the future, not as a cop, but as a doctor, just like Doctor Leslie Thompkins. [Y/N] was a very smart girl, so everybody believed she would accomplish her goal.

[Y/N] enjoyed being with Doctor Lee, and as you may wonder, Doctor Lee enjoyed being with [Y/N]. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, so she was happy to answer any questions this sweet girl had.

“Harvey! Do you know where Doctor Thompkins is?" 

[Y/N]’s been looking for her, she wanted to watch her work, as always. At first she wasn’t sure if that’s okay with her but she said she enjoys her company, much to [Y/N]’s joy.

"I don’t know, kiddo, check the morgue.” Answered busy Harvey Dent petting her on the head and walking away.

[Y/N] was walking to the morgue as she heard two cops talking about Jerome Valeska. They didn’t have a chance to meet but she saw him, that day when they found his dead mother. Dead because of him.  

His cult was trying to bring him back from the dead…

“Can you believe he’s lying in the morgue right now with no face on?!”

“Shut up, this is disgusting.”

[Y/N] could agree on that. It seriously gave her chills.

But still, it didn’t change the fact she wanted to see how he looked now. She would never admit it to anyone, but she thought he was kinda cute. When he had a face and was still breathing, though.

[Y/N] entered the room humming a song she always does.  

“Doctor Le–” she stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, Lee Thompkins sitting on a table, tied up, looking over her should to see who just came in, worry filled her eyes as she noticed it’s [Y/N]. And there it was Jerome Valeska, standing across from Doctor Lee, his face all bloody and bandaged smiling widely at [Y/N]. He was wearing something very skin-tight…

“Hi there. Care to join us, Sweetheart?” Jerome walked towards her.

Now as he took a better look at her, he noticed she looked younger than him.

“Don’t cha a little too young to work here?”

[Y/N] only shrugged and gulped as he started to tie her up and told her to sit beside Lee.

They looked at each other, Lee’s gaze looked like it was asking her “Why did you have to come here exactly right now?!”

Jerome not interested in Lee anymore, moved to kneel before the pretty girl and looked into her eyes.

“Do you know where is my face, Precious?”

She stared at him. “Yeah… I heard Dwight took it and that he wears it like a mask..” She made a disgusted face.

Jerome exhaled deeply. “At least he’s a handsome fella now.”

[Y/N] cracked a small smile trying not to giggle. She didn’t want Doctor Lee to think she’s stupid.

Jerome glanced back at Lee and then back to [Y/N] and cupped her cheek. 

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here?  You can’t possibly be working here, you look young. How old are you anyway, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Umm..” She was unsure if she should tell him but he had something in his eyes that screamed “tell me all about you!”

“I don’t work here, I’m 15 years old. My dad is working here.”

“Don’t tell him that [Y/N]!”

“[Y/N]? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He smirked and reached for something to gag Doctor Lee. “Who’s your dad? I’m dying to know.”

“James Gordon.”

He started laughing like crazy. “James Gordon! I can’t believe it! And Doctor here is still talking to you after what your father has done to her poor husband?” He burst in another laugh.

[Y/N] wanted to defend her dad but she knew there was no point.

“Ohhh you’re coming with me, Gorgeous! You’re too fun to be left here!” He started to untie her.

And she left with him. Just like that.

Doctor Lee waited for someone to rescue her, they needed to find [Y/N]. They needed to find Jerome.

But she could’t stop thinking about that one thing  that was still disturbing her.

The adoration in young girl’s eyes when she looked at the Ginger.

Don't be so stupid

Could you do a rough kinky Jerome smut?

——

I straighten the covers and place the money in my safe box under the bed. Another night of work. I laugh at my own statement. Ha! Work! All you do is take rejected men’s money for a wild time.

I haven’t been doing this long. Only a couple months, but I’ve made more money than you can believe!

I know how people look at me. I see the stares of shame. How some women cross the street trying to get as far away from me as possible like they might catch something.

They wouldn’t. I don’t let any man go there. Only one man has ever taken me there. Only one man I will ever let go beyond the methods I use on other men. No one has touched me since the day he was murdered.

As I scrub the filth away from my body I think back to how Jerome took me. He had different ways of making me feel head over heels. Some nights he would take me hard and rough where the bed would get close to breaking, than other nights when he was feeling love sick he would worship me. He would thrust passionately kissing my body and telling me how beautiful I am.

I step out of the shower leaving the painful memories behind. I wrap a towel around my body and go down to the kitchen to make a drink. I get out the ingredients for a rock hard drink but then a knock on the door interrupts me.

I sigh and open it to see a man with cash in hand. He raises his brow and pushes past me. Is this really my life? He throws the money at me and sits on the sofa.

I walk over to him and set the cash on the hood in his trousers. “It’s late.” I say and make my way to the door to open it for him. He laughs and throws the cash at me with force. “Suck it whore.” This man was clearly drunk and out of his mind to think he can talk to me like that.

Though financial worries enter my brain. I need the money. I need it to get away from here. I sigh and rest on my knees giving the man what he paid for.

Once done I stand up quickly and feel like I should rinse my mouth out with bleach. Just then another knock rings out. A loud one. One of demand.

I move to open the door. “I can see why you’re so popular dollface.” I grasp the handle hard and turn to him with a displeased expression. “Don’t-” “CALL HER THAT!” A screaming voice beats me to it. I know that voice.

I open the door thinking I’m crazy. I’m hearing voices again. I swing open the door to see him. “J-Jer-” he places his finger against my lips and strides into the room seeing the man. He turns to me with fire in his eyes. “Did he touch you?” I shake my head gripping my towel closer to my body scared.

Jerome comes closer and I take in his appearance. Staples? I have to say it’s not his worst look.

The man on the couch scoffs. “No. She never lets anyone get in there. To stubborn. I’ve got to say she makes up for it man. Come here and sit. She does magic.” Jerome laughs. “Oh I know. She’ll ride me like a good girl any day.” The man once again scoffs. “Ha sure! She’s not gonna let some random person in there!” The man laughs.

Jerome turns to him with a smirk. “Oh I’m not a stranger. I was her first isn’t that right darling?” He asks lifting my chin up. “Well go on baby girl. Tell him how I’m the only one who’s ever touched your pussy.” Jerome moves me in front of the man and grips my hips. “He’s the only man to ever touch my pussy.” I say feeling Jerome move his hand beyond the towel and run his fingers over the skin of my hip. I shiver under his touch missing him exceedingly.

The man on the couch slaps his knee with a jealous expression. “Oh man! Lucky you! You’re okay with her doing this though? That’s what I call a working relationship!” Jerome’s hand goes further and slips between my wet folds. He circles my clit with pressure making my body lean into his. Jerome laughs and removes his hand. Instead he lifts up the back of the towel and grips my ass. “Actually no. You see I’ve been gone for a while. This is news to me. I find this…humiliating, and revolting.” Jerome then fiddled with his own trousers and releases himself. I feel him from behind as he starts to rub his head across my wet folds. The man on the couch just stares as if he’s in heaven.

Jerome laughs. “My my my doll. You really haven’t let anyone touch you. So tight I can even thrust into you, but as for you…enjoying the snow?” Jerome thrusts hard entering me. Filling me up like he use to. I arch back into him wanting more. Needing more. The man on the couch looks at me and nods his head.

Jerome laughs and pulls out a gun. He places the barrel to my head as he continues to thrust into me pulling my hair back. “Should I shoot you? Hm? Do you deserve to live knowing the things you’ve done? You dirty whore. Who do you belong to?” “You. You Jerome!” I moan out enjoying the blissful pleasure he’s bestowing upon me. “That’s right doll! I want you to do so for me okay?” Jerome whispers in my ear. “Shoot him.” Jerome says placing the gun in my hand.

I aim the barrel at him and pull the trigger with a rush enveloping me. The mans blood splatters on the wall and he falls completely limp. Jerome growls and rips the towel away turning me around. “You’re in so much trouble.” He says and pushes me against the wall hiking me up and thrusting into me hard and fast. I place my arms around him moaning his name over and over again. “Say it again doll. Scream it.” He says and moves his hand to rub my clit. I toss my head back against the wall in pure pleasure. “Jerome!” I moan out.

He moves to sit on the couch next to the dead man still spilling blood. “What do you say princess? You wanna ride me?” I nod eagerly and place myself above him cock and sliding down on him. Jerome grips my hips as I bouch on his cock making us both feel pleasures we haven’t had for a year.

Jerome rubs his fingers against the blood on the man’s wound and covers his hand in the thick red liquid. He proceeds to trail his hand down my body making a line from my breast, to my stomach, and right above my crotch. “Ah you’re such a good girl. You’re going to cum aren’t you? Go on doll. Cum for me.” I do as he says and release on him and seconds he fills me up with his own cum.

Jerome moves my hair out of the way and kisses me. “You’re mine. Don’t be so stupid to think otherwise. No other man looks at you. Ever! Understood?” He caresses my cheek with a smile. “Yes J.” He laughs and picks me up. “Then why don’t we make up for lost time? Sound good?” I smile and kiss his nose. “Sounds perfect.”

Originally posted by bonelotus

I Can Make You Feel Good

Hello!! Can I request an imagine where the adorable y/n gives Mr. J a back massage because he’s stressed out, and he’s loving it? Really fluffy and cute, pretty please? 

I’M BACK BITCHES
Sorry if it’s shit, I’m rusty!
No warnings.
I know it’s been longgggggggggggggggggg but requests are open, hopefully fluffier ones like this? Because I have so many for smut and Killer Croc!
Remember, I’ll write about any Squad member or Team Cap!

Y/N almost jumped out of bed as Mr J crashed through the door snarling as he pulled his neck back to undo his black tie. Throwing his silver jacket across the room, he snorted a laugh at how flustered Y/N looked.
“You look stressed Puddin’..”
“Oh really? Do I?” he mocked in a sarcastic tone.
The beautiful young girl pouted, but shook off his attitude. Getting out of bed in her red velvet night gown she swayed her hips as she walked over to moody clown.
Slowly tracing her fingers up his back feeling his muscles relax beneath them, the Joker sighed before turning to face her cupping her cheek with his big hand.
“Y/N” he purred breathing in her delicious perfume.
“What? You missed me?” she chuckled pressing into his palm.
Before answering J slowly inspected her face, going from her eyes to nose, then mouth a twisted smiled formed on his red lips.
“Never, ” he whispered, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her into a hard passionate kiss, sending Y/N into a blissful little world before pulling back and turning away to take his shirt off.
“Get into bed princess, I’ll join you in a moment” J demanded softly before leaving the room.

Y/N did as she was told and got into bed waiting for her man to return. Even though it didn’t seem like it, that was the Jokers way of admitting how much he cared for her, even if he was stressed he still came home to see Y/N’s adorable smile because that was what he needed.
When Mr J reentered the room, he was wearing his batman boxers witch made Y/N giggle shaking her head, J looked down at her with a serious glare before getting in bed next to her.
“Night” he growled, turning his back to her.

After being with J for so long Y/N took the subtle hint and began to tickle his deathly pale skin, swiftly she crawled over him until she sat above him. With a smile she bent forward and placed a kiss in between his shoulder blades. J wrapped his hands under the pillow in front of his face as Y/N began to give him a massage, starting from top to bottom.

She could feel all of the tense, negative energy escape him as she began to roll her thumps into him, the deeper she worked her fingers the more he purred into the pillow,.
“You like that Puddin’?”
“No talking in the massage parlor” he growled over his shoulder, giggling at him she continued to gently rub down J with her hands.
He twitched under her touch as she touched his sides Y/N grinned to herself quickly before tickling the sensitive spot on his sides, J growled jumping up practically throwing Y/N off his back.
She laughed as he wrestled her down against the bed, pinning her arms above her head.
“Daddy was enjoying that.”
“I could tell, ” she laughed beneath him imitating his purrs and moans.
J snarled staring her, she was so annoying, but so beautiful he thought as he got distracted by her smile. God, he wanted to hate her so much.
However, he just couldn’t stop himself pressing his lips against hers once again, softly this time but with more passion.
Y/N broke the kiss, pulling her arm from under his grasp to push back the loose strands of green hair that brushed against her face.
“Lay back down J, ” she said softly “I’ll make you feel good.”
Laughing J sat up “Oh Princess, what did I ever do to deserve you?” he grinned evilly.

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Originally posted by helloathazagoraphobie

The Joker x Reader- “What You Wish For”

He always blurs out things when he’s mad and takes it out on the wrong people. If he wants you and your daughter to be gone, why not grant his wish? After all, the great Joker doesn’t need anybody around.

“…and you two are always around, I wish you would just disappear!” J grumbles, irritated that his plans for last night’s kidnapping went downhill. Of course he has to take it on somebody and since you and your daughter happen to be right there…again…

“Hey, knock it out!” you urge him, noticing Emma squeezing harder on her teddy bear. She keeps on looking at you and her dad, uneasy. “That would be enough, don’t say things like this in front of our kid!” you frown, stopping what you’re doing for the moment, which is folding her little dresses.

“I mean it, I want you two to vanish! You are in my way, I want to be alone! I need peace and quiet,” he snarls, pacing around the living room, pointing his finger at Emma.

“Where…where should I go, daddy?” she whimpers, backing out a bit.

“I don’t give a damn, just get out of my sight!” The Joker replies, going out on the balcony.

“Are you serious?!” you mutter, not believing what just came out of his mouth. Emma starts crying and you have to go and hug her, trying to comfort a child that doesn’t understand her father’s outbursts. “Daddy didn’t mean it, honey, ok? He’s just upset. Go get ready for bed and I’ll come tuck you in. Stop crying, he didn’t mean it,” you wipe her tears, feeling your heart sink.

“D-does daddy h-hate me?” she stutters in your ear, sniffling.

“No, of course not, never! He can’t hate his little Pumpkin, there’s no way,” you smile, reassuring her, caressing her back to make it better. “Come on, go get ready, I’ll be right there,” and you put her down, watching as she slowly heads towards her bedroom. You deeply inhale and follow J on the balcony, determined to make things right.

He is sitting on the couch, fidgeting with his gun. You stomp towards him and yank the pistol out of his hand, tossing it on the concrete.

“Don’t say mean things to your daughter, do you hear me? She’s not even 6 yet!”
“Get lost, Y/N!” he growls, pushing you away.

“No, I’m not getting lost!” you place yourself in front of him again. “You made her cry, are you happy about that? All that she knows is that you’re her dad and she loves you, she doesn’t grasp your … complicated behavior,” you make it sound as nice as you can since you want to strangle him on the spot.

“Shut up, Y/N!” J reaches for his gun but you take his hand and hold it in place.

“No, you have to go and make it up to her; you shouldn’t say such horrible things to Emma! I don’t care you are in a foul mood, deal with it!” you snap at him, annoyed. You let go of his hand and lift his chin up, forcing him to look at you since he’s avoiding your gaze.

“Is she…really crying?” he sighs, biting on his cheek. The bitter expression on your face confirms it. The Joker grunts, suddenly relaxing his shoulders and unexpectedly burying his face on your tummy. “I didn’t mean it…” you hear his muffled voice and you kick his shin, distancing from him.

“What would you do without us, hm? Don’t take us for granted!” and you turn your back, storming inside, not waiting for an answer. It won’t be a nice one anyway.

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The Joker gets inside Emma’s room, watching her play with the toys before bedtime.

“What are you doing, little Princess?” he asks, scratching his head because he doesn’t really know how to handle the situation.

“Waiting for mommy to put me to bed,” she answers getting up from the carpet, a bit startled, squeezing on her teddy bear.

“Wanna fix my hair?” J offers, fully aware that’s her favorite thing to do.

“Really?” she gasps, already searching for the comb, so excited for the opportunity. Children have such a way of being resilient.

He seats on the floor with the back against her bed. She crawls behind him and carefully starts combing his green hair, tracing the strands with her tiny hand.

“Ahhh, that feels good, Pumpkin Pie,” he purrs, closing his eyes. “You’re doing a great job. Can you purr for me?”

She leans over and makes some silly sounds, trying so hard to imitate him and J chuckles, grabbing both of her hands and covering them in kisses.

“I don’t want you to go away, alright?” J tils his head backwards, watching her giggle when he tickles her sides.

“Ok, daddy,” she kisses his Damaged tattoo and he senses that weird ache in his chest again. It’s a strange type of pain The Joker can never quite pinpoint.

You stop in the doorway, leaning against the wall and watch them, pleased your daughter looks happy now.

“Time for bed, honey,” you announce but let him tuck her in. “Did you do daddy’s hair? It looks great,” you praise her, kissing her goodnight and Emma nods a yes, thrilled you like it.

The Joker leans over to cover her with the blanket and kisses the tip of her nose. Emma locks her hands around his neck and pulls him down so she can hug him.

“I love you, daddy,” she snickers, waiting for him to say it back.

“Me too,” J shortly replies, attempting to get out of it.

“No, daddy, you have to say it!” your daughter whines and it makes you so proud.

Good girl, you think. You’re the one that taught her to make J say the words because he needs to: a reminder never hurts.

“I did,” he cheats, trying to trick her.

“No, you have to saaaaay it,” she cups his face, waiting.

“You sound like your mom, you know that?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I love you too; are we done here?” J mumbles, kissing her one more time and letting go.

“Yes, daddy, we’re done,” she snatches her teddy bear from you and widely smiles when you wink at her, approving the strategy you worked on so hard. She’s not your kid for nothing.

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J watches you change for bed and you glance at him, not being in the mood to talk anymore. He doesn’t say a word either so you just turn off the light and go on your side of the bed, knowing you will fall asleep soon because you are tired.

“Say, Kitten, are you going with me tomorrow? I need you for the heist,” he starts the conversation.

“Maybe,” you yawn, punching your pillow to make it more comfortable.

“You know, I really wanted to…”

You fakely snore, louder and louder, interrupting, hinting he should stop talking.

“Very funny, Baby Doll. You’re hilarious,” he mocks you, finding it hard to stay awake. “Do you still love me?” J sarcastically inquires and he distinguishes your fingers in the dim night light, showing just a small gap between the thumb and index. “That’s it?!”

“Yeap, already too much” your answer promptly comes and you get under the sheets, not wanting to continue the dialogue. “I’m exhausted.”

He wants to say something harsh but ends up babbling stuff to himself as you ignore his behavior.

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“We’re going to the park and then for a drive. I’ll be back in time,” you little note on the kitchen table lets J know of your plans when he wakes up. He spends the day preparing for tonight, instructing his henchmen on what to do and gathering supplies for the robbery. Why aren’t you texting back? The Joker hates it when he sends you messages and you don’t respond right away.

A few more hours pass by, still nothing. And why didn’t you two return yet? You have to go with him tonight. Texting again for the 50th time, no reply… and again, and again. Couple more hours go by…it’s getting dark, no sign from you. Time passes by and nothing.

J starts to get impatient. It’s night time now and he has to cancel the plans. Everything is postponed. My God, he’s not thrilled about it but there is no trace of you so he forgets he is mad about his ruined scheme. He calls around to see if anybody saw you or heard from you. Nobody did.

Where are my girls? he wonders, reading the message from Frost that lets him know the henchmen didn’t find anything around town. The Joker sent them all out and about to search for you and he stayed behind at the penthouse, just in case you will return. What if someone took you? The thought makes him squirm on his chair. What if you just…left? That’s impossible, there is no way you would… …right?… What if you got caught? Would they take you to Arkham? The police station?…

1 in the morning and he is getting more and more restless and worried on your disappearance. It’s so unlike you to do such a thing, even if you fight you never leave him hanging: you always text him back or tell him your whereabouts.

Where are my girls?

He finally has the peace and quiet he was so adamant to request this morning, but dammit, the silence is deafening. This is what it feels like without you and Emma around? You are always around. J doesn’t like the quietness. At all. Or the weird ache in his chest again.

If nothing turns up in a few hours, he will look for you two himself with the whole crew, even hire more people. Swipe the city to every little corner until he finds something. Will he find anything? He has to, no other option.

The Joker needs his girls back.

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“Ssstttt, be quiet, honey,” you tell Emma as you close the door behind you. You pick her up in your arms because she is very sleepy and fussy. You went to the park and then got out of Gotham for a drive. You really wanted to take her to the woods on the old deserted highway because it’s your favorite spot: you can see deers out there and so much wildlife she would have surely enjoyed. But your car broke down in the middle of nowhere and on top of everything  your phone died and you didn’t have the charger with you.

The entire day you tried to find the problem and fix it with no success. Then the night came and you couldn’t see well anymore and decided to wait until the morning. You were lucky another vehicle passed you by and the driver stopped to help. The guy had no idea who you were but it didn’t made you less alert and prepared to kill in case he turned out to be a psycho. Ha, that’s a good one. You actually softly laughed at the idea: a woman like you suspecting someone else of being a psycho.

But… he was actually able to start your car and you drove right back to Gotham.

3 in the morning- jeez, what a looong day!

You walk in the master bedroom and you see The Joker sleeping on your side so you have to go on his, carefully placing Emma in the middle and finally winding down.

“Daaaddyyyy…” she snuggles to his chest, half asleep, realizing he’s there.

He opens his eyes and gulps, crushing her in his arms while she winces, uncomfortable.

“I can’t breathe…” she complains, already dozing off and he loosens his embrace, reaching for you.

“Where…where were you????????” he whispers, concerned but striving to conceal how distressed he still is.

“The stupid car broke down”, you hum, keeping it down for your daughter, scooting over towards him as much as you can without squashing your kid,” and the phone died too. The whole thing was such an ordeal, really bad luck. I am beat. Did you go on the heist?”

“Yeah,” J lies. “Why, you think I wouldn’t go without you?” he hisses but you don’t even care. You are already snoozing, holding his hand on top of Emma.

“Didn’t you enjoy the day without us though?” you struggle to say in your sleep. “You didn’t want us around…”

“Yeah, it was great,” The Joker intertwines his fingers with yours, continuing even if you don’t really hear him anymore at this point. “ I had fun without you two.”

My girls are back, he thinks, finally at ease after being on the edge all day. And the weird ache in his chest makes him take a deep breath. It’s a strange type of pain he can never quite pinpoint.


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Riddle Me This

Joker x Reader

Masterlist | Requests

Prompt: Can you do one where the reader is The Riddler and her inspiration was the joker, and she gets taken hostage by him when he’s doing a heist at her bank (the bank being her day-job) +if you can find a twisted way to turn it into smut my emotions would appreciate it. Thanks :)

Warnings: Light violence, smut.


“One-hundred, two-hundred, three-hundred, four-hundred. There you go, Mr. Johnson, have a great day,” you say as you hand over crisp green bills to the stranger before you. 

Working a bank wasn’t necessarily you dream job, but it paid the bills steadily. There were other things you enjoyed doing during the day, but this was normal. The more normal you came across to people, the better. 

The bank was not your only daily task at hand. By day you were a humble teller. By night, you played a larger role in society. A role that wasn’t one anyone could forget. You’re The Riddler, one of Gotham City’s finest criminals. 

As a child, your wants were simple. Growing up, super heroes and super villains alike came and went. But after a while, the entirety of it all grew on you. You became fascinated with their lifestyles, their “work.” Secretly, you kept news articles and magazine clippings. Your favorite, however, was an insane man known as The Joker. He was your secret, your favorite escape from normalcy. His crimes were gruesome, brutal, but somehow, they all still seemed to have a joke attached to them. His partner in crime was Harley Quinn, and you envied everything about her, especially how he seemed to adore her. 

You loved literature, and aside of your villain fetish, books were another escape from the dismal life you led. When you became The Riddler, you turned that into something further, something darker, and something intriguing. 

It’s almost closing time, and there are a few people in line with last minute pay-day checks waiting to be cashed. Your eyes move from the clock to the line, and everything in you just wants to go home today. 

“Next!” You call out, a forced smile placing itself on your lips as you watch the next person move forward. As she approaches the counter, she beams at you. You want desperately to roll your eyes. The day’s been rough, and you can’t believe the optimism in this girls face. 

“Can I cash this here? My boss said it might be a little difficult..”

She hands over a check, and you’re ready to tell her ‘of course.’ When you look down, you notice the absurd amount on it paired with smiley faces and “ha ha ha” in what looks like blood. Your heart seems to have stopped beating as you look up at her again, the indicative heart tattoo on her cheek moving slightly as she winks at you. In the same moment, a gun goes off behind her, causing the rest of the staff and patrons to scream and take cover.

A slow, drawn out, mocking laugh billows through the room, and you’re ready to  reveal your own identity to them. Looking around, you know you’ll land yourself in a world of trouble with your only steady income if you reveal yourself as The Riddler, another of Gotham’s now famous criminals. Usually you’d be proud, but for now you think you can handle this covertly.

“Gee, puddin’,” the blonde says with a pout, turning back to the man no one could forget, “She can’t cash it..” 

He walks over to you and she steps away, handling the other now-hostages with a smile and a revolver.

His gun points directly at you, and though you feel intimidated, you know better. You smuggle in your own gun everyday and hide it under the counter. It was none other than the one you use for your own crimes. 

“No bullet proof glass? What a shame..” He says, leaning over the counter and staring into your eyes, confirming that you, too, are now one of his hostages. His gun is firm in his hand as he grips the counter around it, smacking his other hand down.

“I’m havin’ a little party here tonight, and you’re invited! In fact, you can hand out the party favors. Aren’t you lucky…”

He studies your features as he speaks, as if he remembers seeing your face before. Though you haven’t formally met, he was your inspiration and you have crossed paths before on more than one occasion. 

You glare up at him, knowing he was trying to figure out where he’d seen you and assuming he wouldn’t remember. Standing up, you cock your head to one side.

“Oh yeah? And how do you expect me to do that?” You ask, it takes everything in you not to throw some sort of riddle at him. Being naturally quizzical already will just have to do for now. You point to the emergency button that comes with every bank teller position, unsure if someone else had the time to pull the silent alarm. Something in you didn’t want to, though. Be it the criminal in you or not, you have other plans.

His icy gaze shifts to your hand and back up to your face, not without taking a detour of the rest of your body in the {F/C} dress you wore today. His jaw clenches and his tongue runs along his metal teeth before he speaks again. You catch yourself staring, feelings of all kinds building up within you. 

After all, he was your inspiration to join the life of crime, and you adored him. As a normal person, and just as any other criminal would, you had to suppress that. You wondered how many other people in your “line of work” had to do the same. The only lucky one was Harley Quinn. She gets to fawn over him and worship the ground he walks on, but she was always just a pawn in his games and everyone knew it.

All that money in there,” he gestures towards the drawer in front of you with a coy grin. “It’s gonna go to my dear friends who are arriving soon.. You, doll face, get to play host, and, pass it all out.”

You lift your finger from hovering over the button and smirk, shrugging now with both hands in the air. 

“You gonna make me?”

A hostage screams from the corner, telling you to do what he wants. A loud bang follows and you realize it wasn’t from Harley’s gun. You look over to see one of your coworkers now lifeless on the floor, a slight pang of guilt washing over you. It wasn’t like you to feel bad over anyone, but you knew she had kids at home, and they didn’t deserve that. He puts the gun to his lips and blows on the end, winking at you now.

“And if anyone else wants to say anything, they can get their ticket outta here the same way,” he says loudly, eyes still on your features, knowing everyone can hear him. Silent cries proceed as you step back, suddenly wanting to give him the money before you lose another daytime friend.

The wheels in his brain are turning as he continues to examine you. Harley tosses him a bag and he throws it at you. Catching it against your chest, you begin to think. 

“You look scared, honey, are ya? Let me make it better, hm?” He coos, the sarcasm thick in his last sentence. “Just come out here,” he mockingly coaxes. “Let daddy show ya it’ll all be okay..” He laughs afterwards, gesturing for you to step out from behind the counter with his gun. 

You feel as though you have no choice as you covertly slide your hands under the desk and pull out wads of cash you’d been smuggling out for yourself throughout the day, concealing your gun within in pile in your hands.

“Att’a girl..” He says, his grin widening before he speaks again. “Harley, go get Frost.”

“He’s not here, though, boss,” she says, a frown forming on her lips as she backs up towards the entrance.

“I didn’t fucking ask that, Harls..” He shoots her a look and she immediately draws into herself, sighing quickly before hopping out of the door.

“Ah, ah, ah… No moving..” He says to the others who are now trembling in fear in each others arms.

You walk down the small area behind the counters with the cash and the gun loaded in your arms. As soon as you step out from behind it, you toss it all at him and point the gun at his head.

“Two can play at this game,” you say, pulling the hammer on the gun and staring at him with what little confidence you had in front of someone who was like a hero to you. How the tables have turned.. you think.

The money slowly drifts down from the air and onto the floor around him. He twitches, the anger brewing in him like the darkest of storms.

“I don’t think you’ve got the guts..” he starts, looking down at the name tag on your breast. “{Y/N}..”

Your name on his lips is something of a silent prayer. Trying to keep your hand from shaking, you bring your other hand to hold your wrist.

“You wanna bet?”

Before you can grasp what’s happening, he’s got you by your {H/C} hair, and dragging you into the back room. He grunts as he picks an identification card off of a desk and uses it to unlock the door. While you’re being dragged inside, you bring the gun to his chest and struggle to break free.

“Let me go!” you spit.

It’s only seconds before he reaches over and removes the gun from your hand, throwing it down and slamming the door behind you. Piles of cash are laying around, and you look at it in awe. Had you only known this sooner you wouldn’t have needed this job in the first place. Silently damning yourself, you wince as he pushes you up against a wall.

Your eyes are shut as you hear the hammer click on his gun again, and you expect the worst. This is it.. Murdered by my own hero.. By the one man I’ve admired for years..

“You’ve got such a gorgeous face… A familiar one, too..” he grumbles.

Shocked, your eyes pop open. What did he just say?

“Excuse me?” You say, the sarcasm now laid thick in your own voice.

“Cut the shit, Riddler.” He says, making your heart jump. “I’m almost surprised you withheld the notion of making me answer one of those.. God awful riddles!” He says now, the volume of his tone rising.

Hearing that almost hurt, and if you didn’t already know it was because he could never figure them out, you may have cried. Instead, you felt slightly triumphant.

“Ya wanna riddle me a new one then?” You ask with a smirk, feeling the gun press closer into your temple.

“I’d rather do something that even you won’t be able to decipher,” he says, his hands curtly on your thighs, pushing your dress up and then undoing his own black pair of pants.

“No panties, today, huh..?” He rasps, his fingers just barely grazing your center.

It was all happening so quickly for you. Just the rough touch of his cold hands on your warm skin sent a tingling feeling to the rose between your thighs. Before you knew it, you were being picked up and shoved against the wall. Your head bangs slightly on the wall as he does so, and you bite into your lower lip, a hand instinctively reaching for his green locks.

“You’ve been dying to do this, haven’t you?” You say, hoping with everything he gives you the answer you’ve been dying to hear for years as you give into the carnal desire that the two of you held for each other for so long.

“Oh.. More than you know..” he growls, kissing the tops of your breasts, trailing each kiss to your clavicle. His tongue runs along your neck and you can’t stifle the soft moan it elicits from you.

“Mm, purr for me like a kitten, baby girl..” he mumbles against your skin as he quickly and roughly slides his thick shaft in between your slick folds.

A large inhale is all you can give as you feel him sliding into you. A dream come true is feeling him speed up, your entire body rubbing against his as he does so. You moan louder as his fingers grip into your ass now, pulling on his hair with your own slender digits.

“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember..” you sigh between breaths, watching as his hard expression twists into that of pleasure.

His groaning could drive any woman wild, and you buck your hips along with him as you do everything you can to feel his cock push even deeper against your sweet spot.

“Oh baby..” he growls again, unraveling at the seams as he begins to bring you down harder on his member. He took pleasure in being wanted, especially by you. It wasn’t everyday he met a pretty face that was on the same caliber as himself, and Harley had grown to be old news by now.

Every time you feel him enter you entirely, your body begins to tremble with waves of pleasure. The closer you get to your own release, the more you want to scream out. His teeth dig into your skin, leaving mark after mark as he can control himself less and less.

The feeling between your legs is almost insatiable as he strokes into your core. You want more of him, all of him, all at once.

“Oh daddy, give it to me..”

Its like your words alone changed him. He pins you against the wall now, just low enough so can he thrust into you with everything he’s got. He accepted the challenge and was passing with flying colors as you begin to moan at the top of your lungs.

You shudder with ecstasy, gasping and moaning. It’s exhilarating as your nails trail thin cuts down his toned, tattooed back, only adding to the heat engulfing your swollen clit being stimulated by the friction of his groin against yours. He finishes in you, painting your walls as you throb around his large shaft, making it impossible for him to torture himself in the best way possible with you any further.

Continuing to thrust up into you, he can tell you’re completely lost for words. Your mouth is agape as you’re unable to stop him from inflicting the immense amount of pleasure on your extra sensitive core. It almost hurts in a way that you could fall in love with.

You can feel his cum dripping from your folds as he pulls out slowly, setting you down on a table full of money next to the two of you. Trying to catch your breath, you stare up at the ceiling, a hand resting over your chest as he cleans himself up, pocketing money off the same table you’re now sitting on.

He looks at you with a smirk, clearly proud of his power over you as your {E/C} eyes meet his again.

“So you’re gonna be a good little hostage.. And hand over all the cash to the nice men who are comin’ to visit.. Or I’ll have to do this again.. Understand?” The smirk on his lips already tells you something else is coming down the pike for you later anyway, and you slide your fingers between your legs, carefully wiping up some his cum and rubbing it between your fingers with your own smirk.

“I hear you loud and clear..”

“Puddin’!” You both hear from the other room, causing your heads to immediately snap towards the door. “Ya boys are here!”

Black Butler Characters Seeing You Asleep in Their Bed
  • Sebastian: would smirk and lightly shake his head before removing his waistcoat and lying with you, gazing at your sleeping form into the early hours of the morning<br>
  • Ciel: would sleep in a chair so as not to disturb you<br>
  • Claude: would take multiple pictures of you in only your flimsy nightgown <br>
  • Undertaker: would take that opportunity to measure you for a coffin <br>
  • Joker: would lie beside you and sing you to sleep when you woke <br>
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Me Time (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine trying to have some alone time but the Joker doesn’t know the meaning of space.”

Requested by @stimahagen: “Could please make an imagine where the Joker falls in love with the reader and he becomes super clingy? would be so cute”


The morning sun was pushing its way through the heavy curtains that hung against the windows. You groaned, attempting to get out of bed. Tight arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you there. You couldn’t help but smile, letting yourself settle back down into the mattress. Eventually, his arms loosened from you and he rolled over. You waited for a few minutes then slowly got out of bed.

You tiptoed through the house, seeking out the kitchen. You never missed out on your chance to have alone time. You pulled some stuff out of the fridge and cabinets, placing them on the counter as you started to cook breakfast. You made sure to make a separate plate for the Joker, knowing that he’d probably be hungry when he woke up. Once you were done cooking, you sat down at the table and enjoyed your peaceful meal in solace. You watched the sun peak out from behind the clouds, a soft smile on your face. You picked up your empty plate and brought it to the kitchen. You paused for a moment, thinking that you heard something from upstairs. He should sleep for another hour or so, or at least you hoped.

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Sour Girl

 Warning: Smut, DD/LG Kink, Daddy kink, Age Gap, Spankings, Language, A Little Bit of Clark Kent ;), Slight Angst, (OC is not under-aged, she’s 23)

Summary: “Little girls get spankings..”

Author’s Note: I combined two request together; hope you enjoy :) 

Request(s): 1. “Hii, i was watching married with children and there’s a scene when somebody ask to the girl “is he your daddy?” And she asked “Oh no, he’s my father” it was so funny, can you do something like that with Bruce idk but in the other way, like “is he your father” “oh no, he’s my daddy” and Bruce reacting I bet will be funny, I hope is not too kinky lmao, sorry for my English btw”

2. “Can you please make some smut of Bruce being mad cuz the oc is way too young and she made fun of him acting like a brat or childlike and he’s going all “oh you wanna act like a little girl? Well, little girls get spanking.” also height difference cuz Ben Affleck is fucking 6′4 asdghk”

I watched as the small minx pranced around the kitchen in nothing but a pale pink, silk baby doll top and matching ruffled shorts. I had a business party to go to, and she was busying spilling pink lemonade all over the marble island. I was having second thoughts about bringing her along. I knew how people gave us dirty looks at these type of events, not only because of the scandalous dresses that clung to her tight body but the fact that I was above 35 years old and she was in her early twenties. It was fairly hard to keep up with her, the messes, uncontrollable hormones and high sex drive. But I wasn’t complaining, I couldn’t.

“Y/N, go upstairs and get dress. We don’t have time.” I walked over cleaning the sticky, sugary liquid off of the counter.   

“No..I don’t wanna.” She pouted, poking her bottom lip out more than usual. 

I turned, squinting my eyes at the hardheaded young woman in front of me. I hovered over her as a smug grin pulled at the corners of her plush lips. She stood on the tips of her toes, tugging at the black silk tie I was wearing. Her fingers brushing over the collar of my shirt, her small leg sliding in between my muscular ones. 

“You always looked so nice in a suit, Brucey.”  

I cringed at the nickname, and my jaw clenched feeling her small hand gripping my growing bulge. I rolled my neck in frustration, yanking her harshly by her bicep, bringing her closer to my body, almost lifting her off of her feet.

“Go upstairs and get dressed. I’m not going to tell you again.” I growled, pushing her towards the staircase. 

I realized that my bad temper did nothing but cause the bubbling excitement in her to erupt. The way her thighs clenched together and how her tongue snaked out to lick her lips obviously told it all. She stomped her foot and cross her arms as if she was a child that refused to go to bed when told to. 

“I said I don’t wanna. I don’t like how all those men stare at me like I’m a piece of meat.” She looked down at her bare feet with her arms behind her back, twisting to and fro. 

I walked back over to her, lifting her head up by her chin, my 6′4 frame towering over 5′2 one. 

“I wouldn’t dare let anyone lay a finger on you. Now, stop being a brat and throw on something pretty for daddy.” I gave her perfect ass a slap before she ran up the stairs to our bedroom, giggling. 

She was acting more bratty than usual, which made my palm twitch, maybe it was that time of the month for her. I put the pitcher of pink lemonade back into the fridge after pouring the half empty glass down the drain. She wanted to get the best out of me, I knew how badly she wanted me to take her over my knee and chastise her until her perfectly round ass was a pretty picture painted with black and blue. I wasn’t going to let her get me, not like that last time when she nearly wrecked the batmobile. I remember how she was barely able to get out of bed the following morning.     

About 25 minutes go by, I gave another look at my watch, she was still upstairs, doing god knows what. 

“We have 15 minutes to get there. What’s taking you so damn long?!” I yell upstairs, leaning my arm against the wooden banister. 

“Yeah, yeah.. I’m coming grandpa.”

I rolled my eyes at the childish remark before hearing the clicking of heels against wood, I rose my head being greeted by crimson red silk, sculpted collarbones and tight brown curls. 

“How do I look, grandpa?” She twirled around, her dress following behind her.

Before she could reach the last step, I grabbed her forearm , my mouth inches apart from hers. 

“Keep making those little jokes and you’ll have matching cheeks to go with that dress.” I smirked, pecking the tip of her nose.

She muttered something under her breath about old people on our way to the car, causing my jaw to clench and my palm to twitch for the 10th time this night. I held the door open, as she slid onto the Italian leather seats, the slit of her dress opening up a little more than it should, revealing that she’s bare underneath. I took a deep breath after closing the door, adjusting my collar, walking over to the driver’s side. The car ride consisted of dress lifting, thigh grabbing and sly remarks. God, how the hell was I going to get through this night?  

Once we stepped inside the luxurious mansion, we were already plummeted with glares and scoffs but soon welcomed with a warming smile and aligned liquors. 

“Glad you could make it Bruce.” Clark chimed, giving my shoulder an hearty grip. 

I returned the gesture with a friendly one-armed hug, Clark’s eyes wondered to the side of me causing me to pull away and my eyebrows to furrow. It wasn’t long until I noticed that Y/N was giving him bedroom eyes. 

“Is he your father?” Clark questioned as if I wasn’t standing right in front of them. 

“Oh no, he’s my daddy.”

My mouth parted open and my cock twitched against the zipper of my dress pants at her unexpected, shameless response. She looked up at me, giving me cherubic, doe eyes beneath long lashes, wrapping her tongue around the skinny straw of her dirty martini. I blinked at her twice before turning to Clark. 

“Excuse us.” I smiled keeping my lips in a firm, thin line before tugging Y/N off into the women’s bathroom. 

I gripped her chin harshly, my index and middle finger holding her face still as I cornered her against the wall. She looked up at me with those innocent eyes, again, as if she didn’t just call me her daddy in front of Clark fucking Kent.  

“You think you can just get away with acting like a spoiled brat tonight? Huh?”

My fingers digging more into the skin of her cheeks, hard enough to leave light red marks in the shape of fingertips. I smiled as she winced and shook her head vigorously, her rosy cheeks slightly mushed together causing her lips to pucker a bit. 

“You like acting like a little girl?” I snatched her by the thin straps of her dress, “Little girls get spankings..”

My cock throbbed at the struggled gasp that escaped her lips as I bent her over the sink of the public women’s bathroom. I lifted up the skimpy, red silk being greeted by her bare plump ass. I groaned at the sight, my hands running over the delicate skin of her ass cheeks, prepping her for the stinging sensation that she was about to endure. 

“I want you to count. If you lose count, I will start over.” I warned and she nodded willingly. 

I took a deep breath before my large hand slammed against the soft pad of her left ass cheek. I grinned to myself hearing the soft mewls rolling off her deceitful tongue. 

“1..” She choked out.

I could hear the tears already erupting in her voice which made my pants tighten a little more than they should have. I smirked as a bright red hand print started to form on the surface of the skin. I lifted my hand up, slamming it down once again, watching her tiny body jolt up in pleasurable agony. I did that about several times while she counted before our safe word slipped pass her quivering lips. I took a step back, basking in the sight of her swelling cheeks. She attempted to stand up straight but failed miserably, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, my lips grazing the prominent vein on her neck, inhaling her succulent scent of milk and honey.

“This is what happens when little girls want to act like little whores.” I gestured towards her cherry tinted ass.

“I’m very sorry daddy.” She poked her bottom lip out , gaze to the bathroom floor.

I kissed her forehead gently , before helping stand up straight. She seethed as her fingertips brushed against her ass while fixing the skirt of her dress. I adjusted my tie whilst she wiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes.

“We’re going home. I need to have you.” I engulfed her hand in mine, bringing her knuckles up to my lips before leaving the bathroom back into the crowd of drunken snobs.

We urged through the crowd just to be stopped by Clark once again. I was nearly on the verge of losing my patience. I needed to have her now. I couldn’t help but get rock, hard at how flustered Y/N gets after a well-deserved punishment.

“Awe, leaving so soon?” Clark pouted, his words slightly slurred. Superman was tipsy, ha.

“Yeah, Y/N isn’t really well.” I put on a mock frown, before giving him a manly shoulder grip then exiting through the front door.

The car ride back composed of Y/N continuously folding and uncrossing her legs, almost similar to the car ride here. I didn’t get the chance to open the car door for her, before it flung open widely, and she jumped into my arms, her hands grabbing at my face and her lips providing me with sloppily, gift-wrapped kisses. I held her up by the backs of her thighs as I fought with the keys and lock of the large house we shared. We stumbled inside after finally managing to open the door, our lips still attached to each other’s. I let out a growl feeling her break the heated kiss before she pushed me on my back to the leather couch. She swung her legs over mine, as she fumbled with the buttons of my dress shirt after pushing my blazer off. I pushed the skimpy straps pass her shoulders exposing her perfectly, taut buds. I bowed my head, taking the left one into my mouth, my tongue creating circular motions around the peak. I watched in awe as she threw her head back, hair tousled over her the high points of her cheeks. Her small hands finding their way to undo my belt and slacks, that crooked smile displayed across her face as my rock, solid cock sprung out of my briefs. She took a hold of my cock in her hands, her thumb sweeping up the bead of precum that managed to form in the slit, earning a low groan from me. Her hand teasingly squeezing around my cock causing my breath to hitch and my body to stiffen. She started to rotate, up and down on my dick, in a torturing slow pace.

“Don’t tease me, doll.” I warned through clenched teeth.

“You’re no fun Batsy.” She gave me a mock pout before scooting back on her haunches, her grip tightened on my cock as she wrapped her soft lips around my tips, her tongue making long stokes up the sides.

Then she took all of me into her mouth reminding of how talented she was at this. I grabbed a fistful of her gathering it up in my hands before tugging roughly, effecting my cock to probe the back of her throat, smalls gags being muffled. She looked at me with doe eyes, smiling brightly with a mouthful.

“You’ve always looked so pretty with my cock down your throat.”

She nodded knowingly, her head bobbing back and forth , edging my release. I tugged her up by the mock ponytail I formed, refusing to cum without being inside of her first. I ran my thumb over the speck of spit and pre cum on her bottom lip, leaning down to tug at it with my teeth. She giggled against my lips sending vibrations throughout my body.

“I wanna ride you daddy.” Her tongue grazed over lip before she climbed onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my hips.

I was in complete fulfillment when she slid herself onto me, my hands went immediately to her waist, out of habit, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her hands tangled up into my unruly hair, tugging and pulling as she rode my cock. I smirked as my first name escaped from her soft lips causing me to bury myself deeper inside of her.

“You like that slut? Huh?” She moaned, nodding her head vigorously. “You’re so fucking tight.” I purred against her pulse.

I thrust into her a few more times before grabbing her by hips, flipping her on her side. She wrapped her left leg around mine as I held the back of her right thigh. I pull out of her almost completely then submerging my cock into her cunt, my balls slapping against her puckered hole.

“Harder.. Please.” She begged as I witnessed her eyes flutter and roll back.

I granted her wish, plowing harder into her, the feeling of worry crept in the back of my mind, at the thought of nearly tearing her apart. I wrapped my arms around her rib cage , my fingers toying with her rose bud nipples.

“Cum for me, little girl. Come on, cum for daddy.” I whispered, my hands snaking down her navel to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Bruc-” Her gravelly voice was soon interrupted by the contracting of her cunt around my cock and the clenching in her stomach from her euphoric release.

I held her tighter to my body, thrusting into her practically lifeless body, riding into my orgasm, strings of my hot seed spewing into her heated mound. I wasted no time before I trailed kisses from the valley of her belly button down to the soft coils. My tongue flicked at her clit , gazing up at the beautiful nymph above me as she thrashed and squirmed underneath my tongue, cleaning up the concoction of our cum. I lifted my head, meeting my lips with hers letting her get a taste of the new flavor we created. I coddled her in my arms, pulling the sheet over her getting a glance at the fading red blotches formed from tonight’s earlier events, the room silencing from the frantic breathing.  Y/N examined me with squinted eyes tugging at the skin of her bottom lip with damp hair pressed to my chest. 

“How come you don’t call me your girlfriend?” She broke the silence. 

I clenched my jaw, sensitive about this particular subject. 

“Y/N, you know how I feel about-” 

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together for 1 year and 8 months, and you still haven’t labeled me as your girlfriend. Are you embarrassed to be with me because I’m younger, or shall I say a little girl ?“She began to remove herself from my grip but I refused by pulling her back tightly to my chest before lifting up her face by the chin, forcing her to look at me, blinking away the tears that dared to fall.

“I love you. Don’t ever say I’m embarrassed of you. You’re my everything.. Lover, partner, soulmate, girlfriend, hopefully wife.” I gave her nose a soft peck watching her lips curl into the smile that I adore so much. 

“Really? Wife?” She attempted to hide her smile with her hands before I grabbed them. 

“Yes. Really.” I gave her lips one more longing kiss before she snuggled up to my chest. 

“I love you more, Batsy.”

Perfectly Plump

Hi can you write something where Jerome reacts to someone making a rude comment about the readers weight? Thanks XxX

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I sit on the couch with Jerome lazily laying my legs over his lap while the other boys look through the chest of weapons. “(Y/n)! Look what I have!” Barbra says excited as she enters the room with a bag. She sit it on the table and sits next to me. “Okay so I was shopping around and I saw this and oh my lord! It’s amazing! I thought of you! I had to get it! You can wear it for the GCPD massacre!” She pulls out a black skirt, pale black thigh high stockings, and black boots with a heel.

I gasp and examine each item loving it. “Oh Barbara! Thank you!” “You’re going to look so hot!” She squeals excitedly and skips off. “More like a size 10 sausage stuffed into a size 5 casing.” Greenwood insults from behind. The hand on my leg tenses.

I look up to see Jerome slowly turning to Greenwood with dark eyes. “What did you say Greenwood?” Greenwood smirks and leans over the couch. “I said your girlfriend is a fat ass.” I look down at the clothing and diss it away.

I stand and make my way to my room. To think I was actually having a good day. Silly me. I bury myself in the covers and cry. Why can’t I look like other girls? Skinny and pretty.

Yelling is all I hear from downstairs, then a bang, then heavy footsteps. The door opens and a steaming Jerome storms in. He paces the room and then rips the covers off me looking over my body. “Stand up.” I do as told and he pulls me over to mirror.

He looks at me and smiles. “What do you see doll?” “A ugly fat girl who can’t do-” “WRONG! Wanna know what I see? I see a beautiful woman who makes me happy. Who can do anything. Who has it going on in all the right places.” I laugh and look away only for Jerome to move my chin to the mirror. “Thick, beautiful, and strong. Just how I love em.” He winks and kisses my head.

The Joker x Reader - “The Work Wife”

You’ve been working for The Joker for the past 10 years: you speak and act for him and no matter the circumstances, Y/N is always there to take care of everything he needs.  The King of Gotham might not be married, yet he has a perfect partner: his work wife.

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“Are you making coffee?” The Joker’s raspy voice makes you aware of his presence in the kitchen.

“I literally just got here,” you gather your long hair in ponytail and glance his way, immediately noticing the dark circles matching the tired blue eyes. “Rough night?” you sarcastically inquire, searching for his favorite coffee flavor among the numerous pods displayed on the counter.

“Don’t nag me!” he growls at Y/N’s entitled smirk she’s not even trying to hide. “I have somebody in the master bedroom; I want her gone by the time I’m out of the shower, OK?” J adjusts the towel wrapped around his waist, heading towards one of the bedrooms downstairs.

“Consider it done!” and by the time the shower turns on you’re already sprinting up the staircase leading towards the second floor of the Penthouse. The door to the master bedroom is cracked opened and you kick it, the girl he spent the night with startled to see you there.

You don’t seem very friendly in your perfectly tailored black suit to say the least; the gun visible from under your jacket makes you even more intimidating. The fact that you look like you want to kill everybody on the planet doesn’t score extra points with the guest. She gathers the purple sheets around her body, nervously biting her lip.

“Get dressed and beat it!” you sneer, pointing at her clothes scattered on the floor.

“Umm…but Mister Joker said he’s going to show me his stamp collection,” she shyly tries to bring it to your attention.

Oh wow! Where does he find these gems?!

You bend over and grab her bra, barely holding it with two fingers and toss it on top of the covers:

“Does he look like the type that has a stamp collection?! Hurry up, I don’t have all day. If he comes back and you’re still here, it’s not going to be pretty!”

The girl is still hesitating.

“Suit yourself then,” you cross your arms on your chest. “I can definitely carry you; you seem light,” you lift your eyebrows with the most sour tone you can muster.

“C-carry me?…” she stammers, uneasy at the sinister grin creeping up on your face.

“He’ll probably kill you and I’ll have to get rid of the body. I’ve dealt with heavier corpses before; no worries,” the sound of the cracked neck you’re stretching making the woman jump out of bed like she’s on fire.

You’ve never seen anybody dressing up so fast before!

She’s out of the Penthouse in under 5 minutes, possibly a new record since you like to keep track for your own amusement.

After finishing the morning routine, The Joker comes out of the bathroom in his boxers and you wait for him at the door, handing over his coffee mug.

“We need to hurry! Your meeting is at 11am and there’s heavy traffic on the freeway,” the warning doesn’t make him happy.

“I don’t like to be rushed!” J protests but starts sipping from the cup and follows you in the walk-in closet, dragging his feet on the soft carpets.

“I’m aware,” you quickly agree. “I heard the stamp collection made a triumphant return,” you keep on searching through his outfits and The Joker snorts, amused.

You’re not nearly as amused as he is.

“You need a girlfriend,” you grouchily enunciate, hoping there’s a soul out there that could theoretically put up with his crap.

“What for?” he lifts his shoulders up, drinking more coffee. “I already have somebody that annoys me every day and she’s been doing it perfectly for the past 10 years.”

J’s statement is being ignored so he has to get some kind of reaction.

The Clown Prince of Crime is obnoxious like that.

“Remind me again why we never hit it off?” J teases even if he already knows the answer.

“Because I’m madly in love with you and if we get together you’ll break my heart and I’m not in the mood for drama,” you recite the same monotonous lines you always do when he asks the question.

“The lack of passion in your voice hints towards the opposite,” he scoffs and you finally find something he might want to wear.

“Purple or silver?” you pick two shirts from the multitude of clothes and his finger points towards the hanger in your left hand.

“Purple,” The Joker choses and begins dressing with the black pants already waiting for him on the sofa.

“I doubt it,” you mumble to yourself and actually keep the silver shirt, patiently waiting behind him as he zips up his pants.

“Actually, I’ll take the silver one,” The Joker changes his mind and your hand instantly goes in front of him with the required garment you correctly guessed he’ll want. “Sometimes you freak me out,” J snatches the shirt from your fingers, giving you a mean glare. You don’t engage since that’s what he wants: to start a quarrel.

“I’m taking tonight off,” a composed Y/N helps him put on the jacket and adjusts the collar in the process, making sure he looks flawless.

“Why?”

“I have a date,” the flat response makes him pucker his lips.

“With who?”

“My boyfriend.”

“Which one?” J sucks on his silver teeth.

“The only one I have and been with for the past year. I like relationships, comparing with other people that don’t even remember the name of the person they slept with the previous evening,” you nonchalantly bring it up and he shoves you towards the elevator, aggravated.

“Don’t nag me!!”
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The meeting at “Savage“ club is not going well. The place is closed during the day, only the bar opened when the owner visits for meetings: The King of Gotham is pissed and you can tell by the way he blinks, not that the wanna be business partner noticed.

“I think that if we split the profit…” the guy keeps on yapping, unaware of the danger.

“Shut up!!!” you suddenly interrupt Max and he’s baffled. “You’re making him angry! You either talk about something he wants to hear or get lost,” the stern voice informs.“Mister Joker is a busy person, he doesn’t have time for nonsense.”

Max expects your boss to intervene but nothing happens: you speak and act for him and have been for years.

The newbie clearly didn’t do this homework.

“I’m sorry, I had no idea,” he clumsily apologizes and directs the conversation towards a better topic, changing the terms of the offer.

Your attention switches towards the waitress bringing in a glass of grape juice that J requested 10 minutes ago. Not a familiar girl, must be new.

She is anxious and wants to give the drink to him when you unexpectedly grab her wrist, digging your nails in her skin.

“You never hand him anything before giving it to me first, understand?” you growl and she whimpers in pain. “Stay still !” you firmly hold her arm and take out a small vial out of your pocket. One drop of that liquid in the grape juice, then you wait for a few a seconds. “All good, he can have it,” you conclude since it’s not poisoned.

Y/N always checks if J’s beverages have been tampered with; obviously nobody told the new waitress and that’s unacceptable! You’ll definitely have to organize a staff meeting and make sure everyone is on the same page.

In the meantime, the conversation went on in the background, meaning Max kept on running his mouth and The Joker carefully listened and sorted out the main parts, debating on the proposed transaction.

“Fine,” he decides to consider the suggested deal. “You’ll take Y/N tomorrow to your place so she can inspect the merchandise, then she’ll report to me and we’ll take it from there.”

“Of course sir,” the guy is fast to agree, hopeful he can do some lucrative business with The Clown Prince of Crime.

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The Joker can’t sleep; insomnia strikes again and you’re not there to make the tea that helps him rest. You’re on a date again and he couldn’t care less. Why would he?

He slides the screen of his phone, yawning:

“Call wife.”

“Did you mean work wife?”  Siri corrects him because that’s how you’re listed on his cell.

“What’s the difference?!” he snarls, antagonized. “Yeah, call work wife. Video conference,” J commands, waiting for the camera to show something else besides the picture uploaded as your avatar.

After three rings a very dolled up Y/N pops up, not thrilled her night out is being interrupted by the green haired menace.

“Hi. What’s going on?” you tuck your hair behind your ears while your boyfriend’s laugh is heard in the distance: you had to abandon your table at the restaurant and run outside on the terrace in order to take the call.

“I want my tea,” J pouts and rubs his eyes, displeased at your attitude.

“I’m on a date!” you hiss and he’s not delighted.

“So?! I can’t sleep. Come make my tea!!”

“I see you’re in my apartment,” you recognize the surroundings on camera.

“It’s literally my apartment, I own the building,” he explains as if that gives him the right to barge in there anytime he feels like it.

You live in the quarters right below the Penthouse, this way you’re never too far. He drops by uninvited or unannounced all the damn time.

“You can make the tea yourself then,” you find the perfect solution and guide him. “Go to the kitchen…open the third cupboard to your left…. Your other left!!!” you watch him open the wrong cabinet. “You should know where stuff is by now!!”

“Don’t fucking yell at me, woman!” The Joker shouts, taking out the box of tea bags.“You should be doing this! I don’t know what else to add.”

“Honey,” you mumble, distracted by Kai that gestures to get your attention since the food arrived. 

“Bullshit! I’m sure you sprinkle God knows what in there so you can put me to sleep permanently!” J slams a porcelain cup on the counter, nosing around the perimeter like he always does.

You sigh, resigned:

“Our food arrived and Kai is waiting. I’ll see you in the morning before I go and check Max’s merchandise, ok? Good night!” and you press the red button on the screen, ending the dialogue.

“The nerve she has!” The Joker talks to himself, appalled at your bold action. “Making me do my own tea,” he keeps on complaining even if you’re not present to witness the agony.

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1 in the morning and you’re finally returning to your place. The stilettos clicking on the wooden floors echo in the perfect silence as you are entering your bedroom. You take off the sandals and The Joker’s bitter tone makes you jump:

“There you are!”

You turn on the light just to see J lying in the middle of the bed, wearing nothing more than his favorite shorts.

“You’re still here?!” you crinkle your nose, fed up with his behavior.

“The tea didn’t work!” he argues, showing you the empty mug on the night stand. “I’m tired and can’t wind down!”

You know what that means and what he wants. Not the first or the last time this will happen. Yet you still attempt to reason with him:

“You should go back to the Penthouse, only one floor up. I’m exhausted myself and I have to rest since I have work to do tomorrow.”

“Nope, my only chance of having a decent sleep now is to have somebody besides me. You’re the only one around at this hour,” The Joker lists his hardships and requirements to a weary Y/N that realizes he won’t budge.

“You’re lucky my boyfriend is not jealous,” you take a deep breath and turn around, the backless gold dress exposing the tattoo you got a month ago: five rows of Kanji Japanese alphabet, your first and only ink. Goes well with the scars you got from the 10 years in his service: three bullet wounds and two stabbing marks and they are just the visible ones around the tattoo; there are others scattered on your toned frame.

“Are you ever gonna tell me what that tattoo means?” J watches you step towards the bathroom, snapping a picture of your back.

“I told you it’s personal,” you peak from behind the door before closing it so you can take a quick shower.

Doesn’t take more than 20 minutes to get ready for bed and put on your green PJ’s with purple skulls.

“Scoot over,” you address him since he’s still in the middle of the bed. J moves a bit and you get under the covers, his hand going around your waist but still keeps a few inches between the bodies.

That’s what he usually does and nothing else: if he doesn’t have a woman for the night or if the tea doesn’t work, he will come and bug you to sleep in the same bed because The Great Joker can’t sleep alone.

“Did you have sex?” he pokes in your personal life, eyelids getting heavy since he’s exhausted. 

“It’s none of your concern,” you whisper and turn off the lamp.

“Oh, so you did,” he maliciously snickers. You slap his hand and elaborate a bit more:

“At least I know his name because I’ve been sleeping with the same guy for a while now. Comparing to some other people that need a steady girlfriend and…”

“Don’t nag me!” J interrupts your speech. “I’m too tired for your bickering.”

***************

The next day, The Joker stays at the hideout near Skyfall Bridge while you went with Max to check on the ammunition The Joker wants to buy from him.

“Frost,” he addresses the henchman, “do we have anybody that knows Japanese? I’m bored and want to check something.”

“I believe Richard does, sir,” Jonny searches his mind for more names but that’s the only person that could help on the spot. Richard is Panda’s real name, currently on a mission in Los Angeles and a simple text sent to him could solve the mystery of your tattoo.

Despite the environment you’re accustomed to, you never got any tattoos, except the one inked on your back last month and refused to disclose the translation.

J was pretty curious on what it might mean and now he has the opportunity to investigate; it’s not imperative for his existence, but might as well dig out the answer since he has nothing better to do for the moment.  

He sends a message to Panda, attaching the picture of your back:

“Translate this.”

After a few seconds, replies keep on popping up on The Joker’s phone screen.

“At a first glance I thought it was a Haiku, but it’s not. Whoever this was very clever in choosing the pattern and hiding the true meaning behind the characters.”

Sounds like her, J thinks quite intrigued.

One more text:

“The tattoo is actually a personal statement, sir. It reads: I’m madly in love with you and if we get together you’ll break my heart and I’m not in the mood for drama.”

A snort, followed by a dreadful chuckle, then his insane laughter resonates all over the building.

“That crazy woman!” The Joker cracks up, totally surprised. “The only tattoo on her and she got that!” He texts you right away:

“I know what the tattoo means.”

You are currently in the car with Max and he’s driving you to his warehouse on the other side of town; Gotham’s outskirts are about 2 hours away and you still have a good 30-45 minutes before you are out of Pinewood Forest. You dial Kai’s number again and no answer. You’ve been trying to get a hold of him since you woke up and find it strange because your boyfriend is normally very fast in returning your calls. 

You take a sip from your Pepsi can, then place it in the cup holder in between the seats when J’s text shows up on your phone:

“I know what the tattoo means.”

You smile and text back, entertained he finally figured it out:

“I thought you would appreciate the joke.”

This bitch smiles? Max glances your way without you noticing, hoping to fulfil the plan he’s been working on with others for the past half a year. He’s nervous and struggles to conceal his emotions because what he’s about to do takes a lot of courage: messing with The Joker is a dangerous matter.

You keep on texting back and forth with J and Max discretely drops a tiny pill in your Pepsi can, almost losing his cool when your hand reaches for the drink: the asshole thought he got busted. But you just finish your pop while calling Kai again, upset he’s not picking up.  

“Not too much longer and we’re out of the woods,” Max tries to make conversation again.

You are silent and stare outside, vexed with the guy: there’s this aura about him you can’t stand.

“As a token of my appreciation and business partnership, I have a present for you in the trunk,” he addresses an indifferent Y/N.

“I don’t like presents,” you snarl, moving your finger and toes since they feel numb: you probably need to stretch. You vision is getting blurry and you rub your eyes; the tingling sensation in your body intensifies and you start coughing.

“I know you check Mister Joker’s drinks all the time, but do you ever check yours?” the smirk on Max’s face makes you realize something is off. Your motion is impaired and before you can react in any way, he snatches the knife from his jacket and pushes it through your cheek, blood instantly splattering on the windows.

You feel your jaw and tongue being cut and scream in pain, not expecting such an attack. You choke in your own blood and even if paralysis is taking over you fight back: you use all the strength you have left to quickly pull the knife out of your face and impale his neck. The knife severs through his throat and the sharp end sticks out on the other side, Max not anticipating the vicious attack from the wounded and weakened Y/N. He’s starting to lose control of the car but he still tries to hit you, his breathing as erratic as yours. You yank at the steering wheel with one hand and use the other to twist the sharp blade in his neck, almost unconscious from the drug.

The SUV crashes in the trees on the side of the road and the impact makes both bodies move forward like rag dolls, the seat belts being the only security measure preventing further damage. For Max it doesn’t make a difference anymore: he’s dead on the spot.

Your grip on reality is also diminishing with alarming velocity, blood gushing out of your stabbed jaw and you can’t discern the throbbing ache anymore: whatever you ingested spread fast and you don’t have much time before it completely takes over.  You manage to open the door and crawl outside, hardly mustering the force to control your hand and search for the phone inside of your pocket. You want to use the voice command, but you can’t talk anymore. The bloody fingers slide the screen and touch the first name on your phone: work husband.

That’s how The Joker is listed in “Contacts”.

He promptly picks up. 

“Yes? What’s going on?”

Nothing but gurgling noises and wheezing, then quietness.

“Hello?” he tries again and no sounds come from the other end of the line. J frowns, pressing GPS locator app. “Find wife,” J orders and Siri needs to make sure:

“Did you mean work wife?”

“Yes, work wife! What’s the fucking difference?!” he gets annoyed with the smart phone.

“Locating work wife,” the voice announces, narrowing the map to smaller and smaller portions until the signal from your cell is pinpointed on the screen.

“Frost!” J gets Jonny’s attention. “Y/N is supposed to be in a moving car. Why isn’t she moving?”

“I’m not sure, sir. Did they take a shortcut though? The road going through Pinewood Forest is deserted and nobody uses it anymore.”

They look at each other and J gets up from his chair, having a bad feeling about the whole situation:

“I want a crew ready in 5 minutes!”

*****************

It wasn’t pretty when they find you: The Joker fumed at the sight of Y/N covered in blood, her face sliced up and barely clinging to life. And when they thought things couldn’t look worse, Kai’s dead body was discovered in the trunk of the SUV when they swept the area.

That’s why he didn’t answer your calls; he was murdered and you didn’t even know your boyfriend was actually in the same car with you the whole time.

J knew Max couldn’t have been the one plotting whatever scheme he didn’t get a chance to fulfill; The Clown Prince of Crime was certain other individuals were involved and he intended to get to the bottom of the conspiracy. No doubt the plan’s purpose was to bring down J’s reign over Gotham: not the first or the last attempt. They probably wished to start with a warning of some kind since the doctors found out that the drug you were given was wasn’t poison, but a very powerful tranquilizer.

The medical team had to perform reconstructive surgery on your tongue since half of it was sliced with the knife; your left jaw was wired and stitched together, a few metal bolts drilled in the gums, this way it can heal correctly. You were placed into an induced coma and fed through a gastric tube because you couldn’t eat anyway. The doctor in charge said it’s the best option for three months or so until they can wake you up and switch your diet on soft foods and nutritional shakes.

Who knows what was meant for you, but your skills were underestimated: Max found that out first hand.

Just like The Joker keeps on saying when he visits at the private clinic you were taken:

“My old girl is not that easy to bring down,” and you can’t even fight the remark. You would probably point out that 35 is the new 30 and J would scoff, underlining that any woman over 30 is old to him. Not that he believes that, but it’s fun to mock and being a jerk suits him.

You had a nervous breakdown when you were brought back to reality and find out Kai was gone. You blamed yourself for his death: your boyfriend was a target because of his connection to you and indirectly, The Joker.  There’s nothing worse than surviving a terrible fate and the man you love doesn’t.

*************

You were released from the clinic yesterday and returned to your apartment bellow the Penthouse. It’s 10pm and The King of Gotham wants to see how you’re holding up. Plus, he has insomnia again and Y/N is the only one around to help out with that after the long absence.

He enters the code on the electronic pin pad at your door.

“Access denied,” the flat voice makes him growl.

He tries again. Same thing:

“Access denied.”

“What the fuck?” J cusses and takes the exit around the south corner of the building leading to your terrace. He tries to get in and the sliding doors are sealed, the curtains cover the glass and nothing can be detected on the other side. He calls your cell:

“This number can’t be reached,” the automatic answer makes him cringe; nothing left to do but grab a small rock from the ones surrounding the pond you have on your balcony and break the glass, creating a gap enough to fit his hand and unlock the latch.

The Joker is inside and walks straight to your bedroom. The door is wide opened, only some candles burn in the darkness.

“What are you doing?” J asks when he sees you on the floor with your back against the dresser. So many tissues around you and he can tell you’ve been crying. “You changed the code?! Why is your cell phone off?!”

“I want to be alone,” you mutter and he can barely understand since you can’t open your mouth to talk: your stitched jaw doesn’t permit a wide range of motion. You keep on wiping tears and he feels the need to sincerely criticize:

“If you’re worried about the scar, don’t worry. I’m OK looking at it: you’ve never been a stunning beauty and it’s not like it ruined your appearance.”

You didn’t even pay attention to the stupid joke.

“Did you eat?” The Joker kicks your leg and you lift your head to gaze at him.

“I can’t eat,” the muffled words make him gesture towards the numerous cases of protein and vitamin shakes stored around the room.

“I know you can’t eat regular food yet, but these are good enough for now.”

You blow your nose as he sniffs the air around.

“Did you take a shower today?”

“I want to be alone,” you repeat and he pretends to be deaf.

“Come on, a bath will make you feel better. I won’t look, I promise,” he pulls you up against your will, forcing a miserable Y/N towards the bathroom.

You don’t care if he sees you naked or not, that’s not the problem; you just want to be on your own and grieve without him bothering you.

“I’m closing my eyes now,” and he does, taking off the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing. “Take off your undies and I’ll turn on the water. I’m not a perv like you, don’t worry.”

You know what he’s referring to: you saw him naked before and not because you tried to. J thought you’ll be shocked to see him coming out of the shower with nothing on but you rolled your eyes and concluded:

“I guess you need boxers also,” and started digging in one of the drawers in his closet for the item. You didn’t seem embarrassed at all and it annoyed him. He had to say it:

“Now that you’ve seen perfection, try to find a boyfriend who can top this!”

“Perfection?” you handed over a pair of boxers to the proud Joker. “You have the same components as any other man on the planet.”

“You’re pissing me off!” he grumbled and pushed you out of the bedroom, mad not too many things phased you. “Components!” you heard J huff before he slammed the door in your face.

****************
“I want to be alone,” you reiterate when you see that he is making himself comfortable in bed after finishing your bath.

“I can’t sleep; I even tried the tea and it had no effect. Having a warm body besides me will work wonders,” The Joker pats your stack of pillows, inviting Y/N in her own personal space.

“Kai is dead and do you think I give a shit that you can’t sleep? Go back to your place!” you stutter, fustrated you can’t pronounce the words appropriately. Tears of indignation roll down your face and he tugs on your hand, compelling you to slide under the covers.

“I have no idea what you just said,” J holds on to your waist and you wiggle, wanting to escape his grip. You start bawling and he squeezes you in his arms, feeling you’re gradually hug him back. Y/N can’t stop crying and the only thing The Joker can do is comfort his upset wife.

Well, work wife.

What’s the difference anyway?


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Hello, Baby. Part 1.

This is my first story, ever. So please be honest. I went kind of light on the smut and language. Just kind of wanted to get a feel for it. 
Im sorry its so long.
I love having details in stories and having the back story, so i just ran with it. 


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You start walking home from a long night at work, thankfully you only live a couple of blocks away. But no matter what, you always walk past HIS club, morning or night. You just want to be able to see what everyone talks about. 

You want to see the green hair, the cool white skin that sends chills down your spine when you imagine it, and clear ocean blue eyes that you can see yourself melting in. You feel your heart rate increase just thinking about him. You were drawn to a man you have never met, have never even seen.

 You know if you could just afford to get in his club, you could see him. Touch him. You can feel the warmth between your legs grow as you think of running your hands all over him. It feels like the people around you can hear what you are thinking. You put your head down and head home. 

 You toss and turn as most nights when he is on your mind. The morning comes quick and you wake up unrested. Time to get ready for work. Your long black hair is tied up in a tight bun on top of your head. A light foundation, blush, mascara and a light purple lipstick. One last glance in the mirror before you turn and lock your door behind you. 

You start your walk to work and find yourself in front of his club again. Like it should surprise you. 

It is so mysterious. The outside is dingy and dark other than the double green doors and a tilted J at the top of the building. There are huge windows across the entire second floor and from seeing it morning and night they must be tinted or mirrored because you can never see in. You straighten yourself up as your mind has wondered far now and get back to your routine. 

Work is a small dinner; you never make much and rarely make any tips, but this job keeps a roof over your head so you keep the job until something better comes along. Your shift seemed to go by quickly, there were many people that came in from out of town. A huge smile starches over your face when you see the tip money tonight, rarely does this happen, but when people make this place their rest stop, the money is nice. You count it out evenly between you and the cook, you smile and say your goodbyes and head home.

 You were going out tonight! 

As soon as you get home, you throw off your clothes as fast as you can. You shower, wash your hair and shave everybody part you would want him near. The thought makes you tremble a little. Trying to calm your nerves you tell yourself ‘maybe he won’t be there tonight of all the nights I decide to go.’ You straighten your hair, letting it fall down to the small of your back looking like black silk. You find a tight black dress and some bright red heels that would match your lipstick. You spritz perfume on your collarbones and inside your wrists. You give yourself a small pep talk before heading out. “He will be there and I WILL meet him. Ugh, how badly I’ wanted this! I can do this. Be mysterious. And don’t drink. Well, don’t drink a lot.“ 

You walk up to the green doors and realize there are gold specs all over the door. The J at the top is lit up in purple that is so bright it almost hurts to look at. You hand the guy at the front door the cash. He looks at you questionably and you think he’s not going to let you in. 
He asks “you alone?”
Your voice is quiet from being nervous and taken aback. ‘Is this guy hitting one me right now?!’ you think to yourself
“Um, yes.” Your voice squeaks at the end.
He nods and let’s you in. ‘Weird’ you say under your breath. 

 It’s beautiful inside, huge chandeliers; elegant cage dancers, gold and purple cover the club so tastefully. It is far from what you expect a club to look like, it is well lit, almost like a dewy gold lighting. The dance floor is packed and it reaches all the way to the bar. Everyone seems happy or drunk, or both. Quickly you scan to the upstairs, more freaking Windows. 'I can’t see a damn thing!’ Frustrated, you head to the bar.
“One shot of any kind of vodka” 

You are stuck watching the cage dancers, glitter all over them; their hair is up like it’s in some sort of fashion show that no one would ever wear on a normal basis. They move effortlessly. The way the lighting hits their bodies and the glitter it almost makes them seem unreal. You immediately wonder how close they get to him. You shift in your seat trying to get the thought out of your head.

One of the girls gets off her platform, a large man in an all black tuxedo escorts her. 'Screw this, who the hell knows when I’ll get back in here!’ You say to yourself. You order another shot. You make your way through the crowd. You ask the guy next to the cage to help you get inside it.                                       “Do you work here!?” He asked “No I don’t. I…” You trail off thinking how crazy you seem right now. 
He brings you back from your thoughts,
“Do you want a death wish then?!” His eyes are wide.                                        
“I know what I do want. Him” ‘I just said that aloud. Yep, he heard me. Yes, I am crazy. Crazy for a man I have never even seen!’ You are screaming at yourself in embarrassment. 'What the hell am I doing!’ Runs through your mind for a split second. Too late, he pushes you up in the cage.
“Your funeral.”           

 You panic at first. People are starting to notice. There is a lump in your throat “Now or never, right!”                                              
You start moving your hips, your arms above your head, you let loose. You actually are having fun; you really let go and kept thinking how grateful you are for having rhythm. For a second you actually forgot about him. Only a second. You body sways with the music.                              
‘Time to shine baby!’ You are not sure if that’s you talking or the vodka. You drop down and slowly lift your ass facing the windows hoping that he is there, watching. You realize the man in the black tuxedo is opening the cage reaching for your hand.        
“Don’t make this difficult.” His voice is low and serious. You understand, you feel a rush of emotions flood you as he helps you out. You’re being thrown out and you didn’t even get a glimpse of him. The man takes you firmly by the arm, being gentle at the same time. He leads you away from the front door. Your heart feels heavy, almost broken. He brings you to an elevator and pushes you in before him. 

This is not out. A smirk comes across your face. The elevator opens up, it’s almost like another club up here. Definitely VIP, or people that do not want to be seen here. It’s a lot darker, a lot more secluded areas. Of course more cage dancers. As soon as the doors open all eyes are on you. 

You flush red. 'Shit.’ You keep your head high acting as if you are ok, even though your insides are screaming and wanting to vomit. You walk past the first section of people, second and third section as well… There is a thick purple curtain that is touches the roof as well as the floor. Your heart is racing. You feel almost like a surge of ecstasy has run through your veins. The man in black opens it up only enough for him to see inside.                                             “She’s here boss. Where do you want her?”                                                  
Your heart is pounding and you are sure the man next to you can hear it. Little does he know it is out of excitement, fear is the last thing on your mind right now. He looks at you and nods you in                                                            
“Mr. J would like to speak with you.”                                                                   'Mr. J’ you say repeatedly in your mind. You walk behind the curtain and the man is fast to close it shut behind you. 

 He is real. He is right here. Right in front of you. Right now. 

His back is to you and he’s looking into the club from the windows. His hair perfectly in place and bright green. You just want to run your fingers through it. The thought sends a warm chill through your legs. His pale skin drawing you in, the lights from the club giving him a sense of warmth. He turns to face you, still across the room, but you feel his eyes scan over you as you do the same to him. He is gorgeous. Your knees feel weak. There isn’t a single imperfection on him. He is better than any image you could of pictured.                                “Well, well, well, well.“ 

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He walks towards you. He is standing so close to you. You now notice the smaller tattoos on his face, his jaw line, the scars, the jewelry, the details on his coat, his scent. Oh, how he smelled. He smelled of cologne, sweat and power. It’s was intoxicating. Your eyes were trying to devour him, making sure you didn’t miss a single detail on him. He noticed.                                             
"Slow down.” His voice low,  
Your eyes snapped up and met his. He reached up and pushed hair behind your ear. His touch soft and cool. A strong shiver took course of your entire body. You wanted to reach up and touch him, you knew he probably wouldn’t like that and you don’t even know what side you are on with him.                                     “Did you enjoy yourself out there?” His eyes intense.                                         “I-I did.”                                                                                                     “Mmmm” he growled softly                                                                               “Do you go into a restaurant and just head to the kitchen and start cooking?” His stare was starting to burn but you couldn’t look away. You don’t want to seem weak, even if you were ready to pass out.                                             “No, I don’t.”                                                                                        
“Interesting. Why did you see that tonight’s performance was welcomed?”     He walked to his desk and gestured me to sit in the chair in front of him.        
“I-I just wanted to have fun, forget about… Everything.” You hope that sounds convincing as you take a seat in the cold leather chair.                                   “Are you sure? Don’t lie to me. I hate, hate, hate liars.”                                 “Well, I also wanted to…” You trail off and look away.                                      
His voice is frustrated now. “Darling, you can come into my club, take one of my cages and dance for all sorts of people, but you can’t tell me why. You will not keep my patience long. Try again.”                                                                 “I wanted to see you!!” You almost yell.                                                               He doesn’t seem bothered by what I said, nor does he seem to care.           “Why, why would you want to come pay a visit to the Clown Prince?”             You figure you are here might as well just tell him the truth. He will either let you live or kill you.                                                                                                    
“I-Im … I think im obsessed with you.”                                                              
He shoots you a sharp look and walks behind the chair your in. It takes everything in you to not let your eyes follow him. You can feel him so close to you.                                                                                                                    
He whispers in you ear “Obsessed?”                                                              
He moves the hair away from your shoulder and neck. He leans in even closer. You are able to feel his lips on your ear as he speaks.  
“Obsessed. Mine. Mine. Mine.”                                                                         You tried hard to not let him see how he affected you, but you were wet. He ran his cool hands up and down the sides of your arms and softly kissed your neck. “Answer me this Doll, have we met before? Do you even know who I am? What I am capable of?”                                                                                                
“I have never met you, I have lost sleep over you. Clown Prince, as you said before. Yes, I do. I figure I might as well be honest now. You will either kill me or let me live, but either way at least I was able to see you.” You keep your voice soft. You can feel that he is still close behind you.                                             He begins to rub your shoulder in a good way; it almost does help you relax but it not helping the fact that you are still wet. He reaches down and starts leaving small bites in your shoulder and neck, you cant help but let out a moan.   “That’s what I wanted to hear Darling.”                                                          
With that he reaches his hands down the front of your dress taking each breast in his hands. Your nipples are hard and he has his thumbs working them. You keep letting out soft moans, hoping this isn’t a tease.                                            
“Tell me, how is that?”                                                                                      
You let out a moan that is louder “Don’t stop. It feels so good!”                      
He takes one hand out and begins to reach up your dress.                         “Ahhhh, you have been waiting patiently.” He says as his fingers run up and down your slit. 

“Uh, Boss?” You forgot you were at his club. The voice pulls you out from your trance for a brief second.

“Moan for me.” He whispers in your ear.                                                          
He doesn’t stop, and neither do you. You keep moaning as his fingers circle your clit.
“Yes Jay!” he says sharply                                                                            
“Your business is here. What would you like me to tell them sir?”                
“That my hands are busy!!” his voice is full of sarcasm and switches back to serious in an instant. “Send them up in 3 minutes.”                                           He rams 3 of his fingers in you. Your back arches and your hands reach up to find his shoulder.
You dig your nails deep into his skin and you can hear him growl. “That’s a good girl.”  
You cum on his fingers and he licks them “So sweet darling.”                                The room is still spinning and you are trying to find your breath when he tells you “Get under my desk doll. You pass this and I might take you home with me.”                                                                                                                   You do as your told, your mind begins to race as you think you know where this is going. He sits in his chair and you can see the massive bulge in his pants. “Send them in boss?”                                                                                       “Yes Jay, send them in!” He responds quickly                                                       You take that as your cue. You start to unzip his pants as he tells them to take a seat. His dick is big. You let the spit build up in your mouth as your run your hand all over him. You can hear the other men talking but you aren’t paying attention to the words, just focusing simply on his reactions. You slowly take the tip and swirl your tongue around it, he reaches down and squeezes your arm. You keep doing it, adding more into your mouth until you cant fit anymore. You can see his eyes close almost all the way in pleasure while he keeps his focus on business. You grip the base as you nod your head up and down on him keeping your hand in sync. He grabs the back of your hair and you feel him tense, you push him as far back in your throat as you can and he lets go. He lifts your head up under the desk to look at you and nudges your mouth open with his thumb, you open up showing him what he wants to see. 

Originally posted by murderous-manipulative-angel

He bites his lip and lets a grin appear on his face. You swallow. 

The voices of the men in the room sound nervous. He nudges you from under the desk to come up. A small sense of panic sets in as well as a rush of excitement. He scoots his chair back and you can hear the men in the room shift.                                                                                                             “Excuse me men, this darling here seems to need some fresh air.”                 You get up, lightly resting your hand in his lap and he lets out a small grunt. He pulls you by the waist and sets you down in his lap. The men in the room try to not let their expressions show.                                                                       “Now say hello to my Doll here.” The men all give off weak hellos.               “Nice to meet you guys!” you say with a bit of pep.                                        
You have no idea where that even came from. He smiles at you and gives you a slap on your ass                                                                                            
“Now let me finish this up and we can head home, ok baby doll?”                
You wink at him and leave the curtain. The man in the black tuxedo is right there, grabs you by the arm gently, and has you sit in the chair by him.         “You must be Jay.”                                                                                              He nods.                                                                                                          
“So friendly! I am Katrina.” You are on could 9 right now and your voice and attitude show it.                                                                                             “Don’t get too comfortable.” That’s all he says with a stern voice.                     “Is this nor….” 

You cover your ears from the sounds of gunshots and Jay has your chair pushed in a corner with him in front of you. Jay’s composure is calm yet protective, everyone else is calm as well. You are so confused.                           “What the hell just happened?! Is he ok? Should you go check on him?! Let me go see him!!” your heart sinks. You can feel your eyes start to water.
‘I just got to meet him. I felt so good with him. Why!’ you kept asking yourself question after question. It felt like hours went by but it had only been a few minutes.
“Where is she?!” His voice is loud but emotionless                                         “Got her right here boss.”                                                                                
You push Jay out of the way and run at him, you wrap your arms around his neck.                                                                                                             
“What happened! Are you ok?!” Your voice is shaky                                          
“I am fine doll, this is business. This is what I do. What I am capable of.”         He pulls you off him and sits you down and he paces in front of you. The others up there try not to look but are definitely listening.                                               “I don’t love. Never will. I will never love you. You are merely a thing, possession, possibly an obsession one day. I can live without you, I do not need you. Do you understand that? I am not a fairy tale. You cross me and I will kill you. I am a businessman, not a family man. Do you get that baby doll?” His voice is stern, almost angry.                                                                             “Yes. I have no intention on changing you.” Your try to keep your voice strong but there are hints on weakness across your face.                                            
“If I choose you, IF I choose you. If I choose you. Baby this life ain’t easy. Like I said, I don’t need you. However, if I choose you, you will be mine. Is that clear?” He is so hard to read. His face says one but his voice says another and you can’t tell which one he is hiding behind.                                                         “Yes.”                                                                                                                 “Jay pull the car around.” He reaches for your hand and you take it.             Once you are up, he places his hand at the small of your back and leads you to the elevator. ‘What did I just do?’ You keep asking yourself. He puts his jacket around your shoulders as you exit the club. Jay pulls up in a black unmarked car. He opens the door for you both and he lets you in first. Your mind and emotions are having a hard time finding a balance. It is not silent long.         “You can call me Mr. J, or J for short. Usually you have to earn those names baby doll, but you did one hell of a job in my office.” He gives off a smirk as if he is having a flashback.                                                                                
“Ok, Mr. J.” you reply with a full smile on your face.                                    
“What shall I call you darling?”                                                                   “Katrina or Kat, since I think you earned that.” You say it with such sarcasm. “Oh. Kat.” There was a small pause. “Daddy doesn’t think you have earned enough to back talk me.”                                                                               Before I could say anything Mr. J slapped me across the face. I could taste blood. I could feel my eyes well up from shock and pain. Before I could even speak again we pulled up to his place. 

Similar to his club it was very dark and dingy on the outside. It almost looked vacant, but im sure the inside would say otherwise. Mr. J opens the door and extends his hand, I take it. I’m not sure if it was out of fear or because I was still so confused. He brings me to his side and we walk inside. His hand never leaving my back. His place is perfect. High ceilings with big, beautiful chandeliers. Bright white marble floors covered the entire house; the décor was rich and warm but still felt like him.                                                               “You’ll be sleeping in my bed, is that a problem?”                                           “Not at all Mr. J.” You reply.                                                                                   He reaches for your face and you flinch a little. He ignores it.                     “Come here.” he says he walks toward the bedroom.                                      
“Ill be right back, do not move.” He went to go turn and stopped at the door. “Are you forgetting to say something Kat?” His voice is neutral, like he is tired. “Sorry. Yes, Mr. J”                                                                                              
He turns and keeps walking. He comes back a few moments later with an ice back and a purple towel.                                                                           “Change into this, we will get your clothes and everything else in the morning ok baby?”                                                                                                     “Thank you Mr. J” You slip off the little black dress and slip on the shirt he gave you. He lets out a small growl and you feel in in your bones. ‘How can someone that just slapped me make me weak with just a noise?’ You brush off your own thoughts. You glance up at Mr. J and his eyes are fixed on you.                         “Is everything ok Mr.J, did I do something wrong?”                             “Absolutely not baby. You are just on hell of a sight.” He sounds tired now.   “May I get in bed Mr. J?”                                                                             “Please do.” His eyes still glued to you.                                                          
You lay down and face inward. Your face still felt like it had a heart beat from where he slapped you. He brushes your hair out of your face and places the ice pack wrapped in a towel gently on the side of your face. You wince at the pressure. You look at him and he looks as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. A few moments pass by and your eyes are closing.                       “Good night my sweet.” He says as he kisses my forehead, still holding the ice pack on my face.

 “Good night Mr. J.”

Updated Master list :)

So I figuered it was about time I made an updated Master list for all you guys :) I will have this posted a link to this in the description of my blog so it’s easy to access. Thank you all for your support I appreciate all you guys very much :) More to come Same Bat-time Same Bat-channel! :) Also I apologies for the bland descriptions.  

Jewel-

Part one- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/150843540291/jewel-part-1-joker-x-reader-3

Part two- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/150916425256/jewel-part-2-joker-x-reader

Part three- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/150929985386/jewel-part-3-joker-x-reader-3

Part four- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/150969518401/jewel-part-4-joker-x-reader

Part 5ive- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151119906066/jewel-part-5-joker-x-reader

Baby Daddy-

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151154257541/3-3-baby-daddy-3-joker-x-reader

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151298200876/baby-daddy-part-2-joker-x-reader

Part 3- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151360649661/baby-daddy-part-3-joker-x-reader

Part 4- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151629079721/baby-daddy-part-4

Whip-Lash 

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151863977581/whiplash-part-1-joker-x-reader

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/151941854751/whiplash-part-2-joker-x-reader

Carmen 

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152011495461/carmen-joker-x-carmenreader-js-perspective

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152087975431/carmen-part-2-joker-x-carmenreader-js

Part 3-http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152132342571/carmen-part-3-joker-x-carmenreader-js

Part 4-  http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152309556891/carmen-part-4-joker-x-carmen-reader-js

Part 5-  http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152537371421/carmen-part-5-joker-x-carmenreader-js

Part 6-  http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152617120951/carmen-part-6-joker-x-carmenreader-js

Part 7-http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/152840152886/carmen-part-7-joker-x-carmen-reader-js

Part 8- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153410253961/carmen-part-8-jokerxcarmen-js-perspective

Circus 

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153274406861/circus-joker-x-reader

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153499831221/circus-part-2

Heath Ledger Joker x reader

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153457780716/heath-ledger-joker-x-reader

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153711918201/heath-ledger-x-reader-part-two

Smile-

Part 1- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/153995500156/smile-heath-ledger-joker-x-reader

Part 2- http://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/154146445481/smile-part-2-heath-ledger-x-reader

Part 3-https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/154623357161/smile-part-3-heath-ledger-x-reader

Birthday- (Joker X Reader) J surprises reader on her birthday. 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/154592499271/request-birthday

Prison Break- (Joker x Harley) Joker breaks Harley out of Arkham 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/154592899786/request-prison-break-harley

Bored Mr. J- (Joker X Reader) J wants reader to pay attention to him not homework

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/154638721296/request-bored-mr-j

Baby Doll- (Joker X Reader) SMUT SMUT SMUT

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/155078912821/baby-doll-joker-smut-im-so-sorry

Ice- (Joker X Reader) Joker loses reader to accident on ice

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/156781383511/ice-joker-x-reader

Clubbing- (Joker X Reader) J and Reader go out for a night on the town

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/156997385456/joker-x-reader-clubbing

Feeling- (Joker X Reader) J has feeling he wants to express to reader

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/157454247421/joker-x-reader-feeling

Dream- (Joker X Reader) J has a weird dream about reader

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/157579433841/dream-joker-x-reader

Pink Rose- (Joker X Reader) Ah love 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/157807293581/pink-rose-part-1-joker-x-reader

Lost- (Jerome X Reader) Reader is in hospital and Jerome is worried 

 Part 1-https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/157843369691/jerome-x-reader-lost

Part 2https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/158670930726/jerome-x-reader-jeromes-point-of-view-continuance

Jerome request- (Jerome X Reader) Tbh I don’t even remember what this one is about 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/158454534671/jerome-request

White Demon- (Joker X Reader) MARRIAGE!

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/158682343821/white-demon-joker-x-reader

Green eyes of Envy- (Jerome X Reader) Jerome gets jealous

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/158893864751/green-eyes-of-envy-jerome-x-reader

Oh no- (Jerome X Reader) Reader becomes pregnant 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/159174809536/jerome-x-reader-oh-no

Close Call- (Joker X Reader) J gets shot 

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/159844017676/close-call-joker-x-reader

Heaven is a Place on Earth- (Joker X Reader)

https://the-green-haired-fellow.tumblr.com/post/160068283276/heaven-is-a-place-on-earth-joker-x-reader

Little One- (Bruce X Reader X Joker X idek anymore) 

So on a separate blog I have been working on this multi-chapter story of Bruce Wayne X reader I call ‘Little one’ The run down of it is It’s basically about Bruce (Bale version) Wayne’s wife Dr y/n Lillian Carson who is a psychiatrist at Arkham who and is always assigned to the clown (Leto Version) during his many visits at the hospital. Joker and his wife/ i don’t even know what she is Carmen (Who is a character from my previous stories called Carmen I will provide a link) have a son together named Maddox who Joker requests to live with Bruce and his wife after Joker is busted by the police, Carmen tries to hang herself in a closet and is presumed dead by Joker and Maddox but she isn’t and blah blah blah.. Here they are if you would like to read them

Part 1- https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/154996522882/batman-x-reader

Part 2- https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/154998221177/bruce-wayne-x-reader-part-2

Part 3-https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/155407751737/bruce-wayne-x-reader-part-3

Part 4- https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/157504387792/bruce-x-reader-part-4

Part 5- https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/157844195702/bruce-wayne-x-reader-part-5

Part 6- https://let-me-help-you-bruce.tumblr.com/post/158911064967/bruce-x-reader-part-6

Originally posted by roxinwoolsocks

Imagine being the Daughter of these two.....

Originally posted by harleyquinnandpuddin

-When Harley told her Puddin she was pregnant, he was not happy. He actully growled at her to get rid of it. She got so mad at his request she walked out on him, and planned on never talking to him again. 

-He had completely forgotten about Harley’s reasoning for leaving, convinced she left to be with another man. That was until the day you were born, when she broke her own promise and sent him on picture of you, sleeping in the nursery. 

-It was love at first sight, and he immediately got in the lambo, speeding to the hospital, and shooting anyone who tried to stop him as he advanced towards the nursery. When he saw you laying there, he broke the glass, took you in his arms and left. He later texted Harley telling her to meet him at the condo they once shared. She was there in 15 minutes.

-Harley was pissed that he took you, but when she saw him cradling you in his arms, looking at you with nothing but affection, all the anger melted away.

-When you were little the duo went on less crime sprees, the dirty work was mostly left for the henchmen to do, with one of the two attending every once in a while. However it wasn’t until you were 17 that they went back to their normal routines of mischief. 

-You were Daddy’s little monster, no matter what you wanted Joker always tried to get it for you, he even took you to the park once a week. 

-You were Mommy’s little vexor. You defiantly had her tongue, and sense of humor. Her proudest moment was when you were six and scared a girl in your class by saying, “The voice told me to ruin your tower, since you stole my crayons.” 

-Most of the staff at the school knew who your parents were, and not to mess with either of them. So most of the stuff you did was overlooked, and you always got good grades (Which you did earn, since you were one of the smartest kids in the class)

-When Harley and Joker would fight, Joker would lock you in your room. They would scream and throw shit and sometimes one of them would leave. You would be sitting on your bed and listening to everything, until one of them (Normally Harley) opened the door, and scooped you into her lap to wipe your tears. 

-Harley tried to leave with you once after a fight, you just remember seeing broken dishes on the floor, holes in the wall from gun fire, and punches, the whole house was a mess. When Joker saw her carrying you out though he sharply hissed, “Oh no no no Kitten, you aren’t taking my princess.” 

“Oh no Mr. J I am, and you will leave us alone.” And then Harley ran from the condo, hot wired a car and drove you both to a hotel in a neighboring town. 

-Of course Joker came looking for you both, and it was agreed after that fight, that he would be the one leaving the house if it got that bad, and Harley would stay home with you. He didn’t like the idea of an emotional Harley taking you into the dangers of Gotham without protection

Originally posted by tentamos-ser-tumbler

-Your mother used to tell you the story of her falling in love with Joker as a bed time story sometimes. She told it as different characters, like sometimes they were royalty, other times mythical gods, but it was always the same plot.

-Your Father told you tales of his crimes for bed, sparing no detail from them. He left nothing out, and enjoyed how when he talked about killing people your eyes would light up slightly. He also told you his adventures with Batman, but those were only told when Harley was in the room with him. (His bedtime stories were your little secrets)

-Everyone in your school was scared to be friends with you, mostly because you were the princess of Gotham, and everyone knew that your parents would not hesitate killing them if they didn’t like the kid, or hurt you. 

-Your first boyfriend refused to take you on a date, because he was embarrassed that he agreed to date you. 

-When he shared this with you, you decked him. The impact of your fist to his face left a bruise over his eye, then proceeded to bruise, cut and bloody the rest of his face. You went home that day with bruised knuckles, an attitude, and a 3 day suspension. Joker had never been prouder.

-You wore the shortest, most low cut dress to your prom, courtesy of Harley, who also did your makeup and hair. Joker protested at first however you interjected, “My father is the most scary man in Gotham, trust me, no boy, or girl or professor wants to fuck with me.” 

-Just to ease his fears, you hid a small pistol in your bra. Harley laughing slightly when you pulled the small weapon from your black lace bra. 

-You once told Joker you hated him while arguing. He was so offended he left the house for three weeks. When he came back you ran into his arms, tears running down your face as you apologized. He forgave you

-You always had quiet nights in on your birthday, even though Joker always wanted to throw you the largest parties. 

-Most times you would retire the normal action movie for a comedy movie, and the condo would quickly fill with the evil laughter of all three of you. 

-Joker would still carry you to bed if you were to fall asleep on the couch, or in their bed, even when you were a teenager. He also would tuck you in and when you woke up, you always found a red lipstick shape on your head. It was proof of the rare affection your father would show.

-Harley always let you dye your hair crazy colors, and she would do your makeup and nails whenever she had free time.

Originally posted by mysparklinginsanity

-When you were 17 you became the new villain of Gotham. Of course your parents had no idea, and you never planned on them finding out. 

-That was until your father ran into you while on a heist. His normal smile feel as he growled deeper then he ever had, “Car…now”

-When you got home your father called for Harley and told her everything. Harley just smiled and gave you a high five, for keeping up the family name. Joker was furious.

-So he accepted the fact that you were now a villain, and soon started inviting you on his heist,

-Even though both of your parents were certifiably insane, and the most wanted couple in Gotham, you would have wanted no one else in the city to be your parents.