I would just like to take a second of your time to point something out…
I was looking at all the cave markings from episode 1 again (because I am an obsessive fool who keeps thinking I can find more clues if I keep staring at the images long enough), and I noticed something…
This marking here. It wasn’t like any of the others really or anything like I had seen before, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that it looked familiar to me in a way. After a couple seconds of thinking and what feels like an hour of scrolling through past messages to find an image, I sent to a friend ages ago… I remember this.
I took a screen cap of this forever ago and was making joke crack theories with @pftones3482 about what the brand on Kaltenecker meant.
Now, I’m not saying that Kaltenecker is going to be the linchpin that saves the whole universe…
but that’s exactly what I am saying.
Thank you for your time. *cartwheels out of the room*
The Joker loves having “rehearsal
therapy sessions” with you just in case he will end up at Arkham again. The
truth is he enjoys playing games and so do you. UNTIL…
“So ,baby, how are you feeling
today?” you ask, readjusting your eyeglasses and looking at him. J is tide up
in his straitjacket and you even ordered him custom sweatpants with Arkham logo,
this way it feels more…official.
“Aroused!” he replies, bouncing his
legs up and down like a kid, winking at you. “And you can’t call me baby, you
know that. You have to call me Mister Joker.”
You roll your eyes and sigh:
“Kaayyyy, Mister Joker, then you can’t call me anything but Doctor Y/N, you
know the rule.”
“Since when you’re a doctor,
“Since you’ve became …Mister Joker,”
you lift your eyebrows, glaring his way.
“Sassy, aren’t we?”
“Are you really talking like this
when you are at Arkham?”, you cut him off, annoyed.
“More or less.”
“Pfftt, I’m surprised they keep you
there, I wouldn’t,” you scoff, thinking of your next questions.
“I really like your lab coat, doc,” J
keeps on yapping, ignoring what you just said.
“Yeah, special order so it looks even
more real. Anyway, next question: tell me about your parents, your mom for
“My mom was a striper,” J pouts,
pretending to be sad.
“No, she wasn’t,” you interrupt.
“How would you know?”
“I just do, oh my God, you’re not
taking this seriously today, might as well stop,” you anxiously tap on your
clipboard with your pen, sulking.
“We never take this seriously,
Kitten, it’s for fun.” The Joker’s eye narrow, suspiciously analyzing you.
“Nothing!” you immediately bounce
back, trying to change your attitude to a more cheerful one. Crap, he noticed you’re distracted. How
could you not be when you plan to make your move soon and he doesn’t even know
yet? Of course you’re nervous, but it is for the best. You have to be more
careful, he can’t catch on. Your plan
must go smooth. Jesus, it’s going to be hard though…
“Don’t lie to me,” he growls, wanting
to get up from his armchair.
“Sit down, baby, it’s all good. Oops,
sorry…Mister Joker,” you giggle, apologizing, keeping that huge, fake smile on
In the meantime, Frost wants to get
in the office to talk to you two but he is stopped by the other henchmen.
“Don’t even dare knocking,” Richard
“Why, what’s going on?”
“He’s in a <therapy session>
again,” Richard dramatically uses his fingers for the quote-unquote gestures.
“Again?! It’s the 3rd time
this week,” Jonny frowns, unhappy he has to wait now.
Joe lifts his shoulders, knowing
there is nothing they can do.
“You know they like to pretend
they’re at Arkham, it’s their…thing.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’ll be back in
about an hour, maybe they’re be done.”
“Not if they wanna have even more fun
after the session,” Richard elbows
“I can’t wait that long, I have
important things I have to tell them,” Jonny takes a deep breath, aggravated.
“Don’t matter, man, it’ll have to
wait. If you disturb them, it’s on you. I don’t want the boss to kill me.”
In the meantime, you manage to trick
your boyfriend that everything is fine and you continue your fake interview
“Can you tell me something about your
dad?” you utter, pretending to write down the answer.
“My dad was a striper.”
You burst out laughing.
“Jeez, Mister Joker, you really gotta
use that if they catch you again. Do they really buy this crap at Arkham?”
“They have no choice, because I tell
them what I want,” he bites his lips, roaring your way. “But you sure look sexy
in your new lab coat, Doctor Y/N.”
“Baby, do you ever flirt like this
when you’re in there?!” you suddenly realize it and it’s kind of pissing you
“Whaaa’? Ne-e-ver! E-ver!” He
didn’t even realize you didn’t call him Mister Joker, you’re onto something
“That sounded so unconvincing,” you
shake your head, closing one eye and sucking on your cheeks, unamused. Perfect occasion to do what you have to do.
You stand up from the couch and go
and sit in his lap. You start caressing his green hair, and then hug him tight.
“What’s wrong, Pumpkin? You have to
tell me,” he moves around in his jacket, trying to loosen it. You didn’t really
tied him up that bad.
“Nothing, I just want to have some fun,”
you flutter your eyelashes at him and get up, go at his desk and take out the
“Ohhhh, yeah, let’s get kinky,” J
purrs, anticipating all the fun you’ll have, forgetting he sensed something not
quite right going on.
“I’m so taking advantage of you,
baby,” you giggle, starting to go around him with the duct tape until his upper
body is completely stuck to the chair.
“You’re such a bad girl, I love it!”
he grins at you and doesn’t understand why you look so upset out of the sudden.
“Ok, what is it? It’s driving me nuts,” he asks, antagonized.
You take off your lab coat and you
glasses and place them on the desk.
“I’m doing this for you, so please
don’t come looking for me, OK?”
Your voice is getting a bit shaky.
“I’m really going to miss you, even if you’re a jerk…” you swallow the lump in
your throat as you rip a small piece of duct tape from the roll. “ But you’re
my jerk and I want you to know you’ll always be my favorite boyfriend,” you
sadly smile, leaning over to kiss him.
“What are you talking about, baby
You kiss him again, not answering and
placing the duct tape on his mouth.
“Don’t worry, the boys will find you
shortly, I just need a head start. Don’t look for me, will you?… Please?…
If I’m gone you’ll be safer,” you whimper and you stare in his eyes that got a
shade darker. You stroke his cheek and
then abruptly pull yourself together and leave the office, leaving him
muttering and struggling to escape, confused and mad at the whole thing.
You didn’t want him to know how you’ve been approached by Gotham’s Secret
Service and offered a deal that will erase your heavy police record in exchange of turning him over
to them. You debated for 20 seconds before you already knew you won’t do
such a thing; you’re nobody’s puppet. You want to disappear and leave town,
maybe even the country if you can. Double crossing the Secret Service seems
like a good idea, even if it means leaving the Joker behind. Like you told him, it’s for his own good.
Too bad you got caught at the airport
and place in supposedly federal care (or so they told you because the prison
you’re in doesn’t resemble Arkham or anything like it). They “accidentally”
bruise you up very often, they interrogate you at least once a day and they
medicate you against your will with God knows what until you don’t feel like
yourself anymore. But you don’t tell them anything even if they probably want
to kill you for not disclosing where the Prince of Crime is.
Four months have passed and nothing
has changed. Oh, something did: they dislocated your shoulder so now they have
to place you in a special type of straitjacket.Today
is just another day. You are so groggy from the pills you don’t even fight the guards anymore while they place you in the garment. The security kind of has to drag
you to the interview room and they have no problems this time in locking up the
chains around your ankles to the floor. You usually put up a fight which
triggers them to “Accidentally” slam you around,punch and kick you until
they get tired.
You keep on glaring at the floor,
tired as hell, having a hard time concentrating.
“So, are you going to tell us where
the Joker is? I see you have a bruised eye and busted lip already. You know we
can do better than that!” you hear the man’s deep voice addressing you.
“I’m not telling you shit, I don’t
care what you do to me,” you manage to say, yawning.
“It will be easier for you if you
just give in or there will be more consequences, you know that, right?”
You huff, almost dozing off: “ More
consequences than this? Even my boyfriend didn’t do this to me and he’s pretty
“So you admit The Joker is your
“U-humm,” you whisper, trying to stay
“Is he a jerk?”
“Ha!” you immediately have an
outburst of energy but you still keep your eyes closed…“He can be…”
“Is he good in bed? Did he satisfy
your needs when you were with him?”
Even if you’re half asleep, you
realize these are very unprofessional questions.
“What ?! It’s
none of your business.”
“Do you miss seeing him naked?”
“W-whaaatt?” you finally lift your
eyes, slowly blinking.
“Jeez, what did they give you?” the
man looks in the papers, trying to find the answer.“Auch, they gave that to me
too when I was locked away, totally hated it.”
His voice changed and you feel your
heart beating faster. Your cloudy vision rests on the man in front of you:
black eyes, long black hair, perfect porcelain capped teeth and such a familiar
“Jesus Christ!” you almost shout,
realizing it’s J in front of you in perfect disguise.
“No, not really, I go by Doctor…ummm”
he looks down at the name tag, “Jack Green… I guess?! Please address me as
such, I didn’t spend all those years going to college for nothing.”
You can’t make a single sound.
He snickers, amused:
“Wow, Princess, I’m seriously
considering getting a new girlfriend: you look like shit!”
“Jerk…” you whisper, your eyes
“Did they hide you well or what? Took
me forever to find you, this is no Arkham. We’re coming tonight to get you out so be ready. It’s gonna be a tough one,” he
gets up and wants to step away but he hears you sobbing and changes his mind.
J comes in front of you, pushes your
chair back and sits in your lap. He
wipes your tears, his smirk disappearing as he traces your bruises and your cut
“What the fuck were you thinking,
hmmm? Look what they did to you. Crazy woman, if you ever do that to me again
I’m going to kill you myself, got it?”
You start crying harder.
“Dammit, stop crying, I’m not gonna
kill you, I’m just joking,” he tries to calm you down, kissing your cheek.
“Where are you silver teeth?” you
bawl, upset they’re gone.
“I needed a perfect disguise for this
place and I had to change them. The things I do for you,” he rolls his eyes, exasperated.
“That’s why you’re crying harder? Because of my teeth?!”
You nod a “Yes” through tears.
“You looks scary like this, you’re freaking me out,” you cry
some more, burring your face in his chest, sniffling.
“I look scary like this?! With normal
“Yeahhh, please get the silver teeth
baaaaccckkkk,” you cry your eyes out and wipe your nose on his coat since you’re
tied up in your straitjacket and can’t do too much.
“Classy, baby Doll, you’re such a
classy woman,” J smiles, teasing you.
“Shut up,” you press your head
against his, snorting. “And get off me, my legs are getting numb,” you pout,
pretending to be upset but you can’t remember being so happy before.
“Fine, I have to go anyway! “ he gets
his folder and heads towards the metal door. You hear a mumble.
“What did you say, J?” you inquire, not sure if he really said something.
“I said I missed you,” he replies, grouchy
you made him repeat. ”Never mind, I take it back, I didn’t. Get ready for
“You’re such a jerk!” you shout, but you
know he’s just playing around.
“It’s doctor Jack Green, I told you!” he winks at you before he exits the
room. “Have some respect!”
Summary: Bucky and the reader dated in the 40′s, and after Bucky’s death she ends up getting iced with Cap, and becomes an Avenger. Bucky then finds out the reader is alive.
Warnings: Civil War spoilers (maybe??) Language.
Word count: 1,455
A/N: FINALLY. I’m so sorry this took forever. I promise I’ll try to update the next part sooner. I know this is nothing, but I think shit is gonna start to go down next chapter. Make sure to follow if you liked this and wanna know when I update. Also, gif isn’t mine, all credit goes to owner.
Ever since Bucky’s, death sleep had become your worst enemy. It was as if your body didn’t want you to sleep, and even when it did, your mind tormented you with horrible nightmares, all about Bucky’s death.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y?” You called out into the darkness. On nights like this when you had no company you entertained yourself by talking to the computerized A.I.
“Yes, Ms. Y/N?” The robotic lady-like voice responded.
You closed your eyes, clutching the sheets to your chest. “Do you think I’ll ever see Bucky again?”